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I agree. I haven't got up to over 1,000 load a year (but working on it!) but definitely take several hundred each year now, all bareback and still negative. Not sure about you, but while I've always been quite slutty, my load-craving ways have really gone into complete overdrive since then.

Morning Faggot. Its time for your morning breeding as well as a Nice hot load of morning piss. I haven't pissed yet so this breeding may take awhile. so just relax and let your pussy open up. One more thing boy. Once I get done filling you I think it is time you start Diaper training, I cant have a little faggot leaking precum all over the furniture. Don't worry the diaper will be comfy and it will also help hole a nice plug or dildo deep in your hole.

Riding the NYC subway system you see a lot. Today this hot guy warring a tank top that covered little below his breast and low cut shorts where you see the crack of his ass a brand new POZ tattoo☠️

Chapter 14 I got to the side door and opened it. I saw a van and heard some noise coming from it. I went over and knocked on the back door. It opened. "hey, you having some fun in there with my boy?" "Dude, get out of here. We have him for 90 minutes to do with as we please. So get out of here." I heard a guy ask who was there and came to the door too. "Oh shit, this is the kids father. It was so hot how you helped that one dude fuck ur kid up with his nasty cock. Would you like to join us and get him really fucked up?" I thought for a moment and was like why the hell not. He's going to be worthless after tonight anyway. Then they opened the door for me to climb in. This van was like nothing I had ever seen. There were now 7 of us in the tight van. They had Austin completely restrained and a gag ball in his mouth. "Wouldnt it be best for us to use both holes and take the gag off him?" "Oh not yet, see he's been fighting us quite a bit since we said we were going to become brothers first. So once he joins our brotherhood we will take the gag and restraints off but for now he doesn't want to do this the easy way." I was confused but thought whatever. I then quickly learned what they meant. They filled the syringe with what I assume was T. But then they took the syringe and passed it around. Each person stuck it in their arm and pulled back a little. Now I understood what they meant by making him a brother. I saw Austin crying and I suddenly blurted out, "stop. This isn't right. Take the gag off." "Man we gonna do what we want. We own him right now." "I know, but trust me this isn't how you should do this. Take the gag off." They did. Austin goes, "thank you daddy." "Don't thank me son. You've been very bad. These men actually want you to be a part of them and this is how you act? Dont you think after what has gone on with you that you should be happy someone actually has any interest still in you? Now I think you owe these men an apology." "But Dad." "No, apology and ask them if they forgive you enough to still make you one of their brothers." Silence. Then suddenly, "Sorry guys. I know this might be a little too late but I am sorry. This is all new to me and I am scared. But I would like to be one of your brothers." "Alright, we will see if you truly are sorry. Take off all the restraints." They then proceeded to shoot him up with the blood mixed T. It wasn't long after and he too started begging them to use him like guys were Duke. I talked with the one guy while his buddies were tag teaming my son's hole. I asked about their status. He confirmed they all had high viral loads and agreed to not take meds. They get off on converting guys and found this method to be quite successful at getting guys to unleash their inner pig. I heard a knock on the door and a saying "time is up". "But we just got started." "Well the party is wrapping up here so I will need the goods back." The guy looked at me with a grin. "How would you feel if we took him back home with us for a bit? We can give you our number and address and $250 to keep him for the night/day. " "Make it $500 plus 10% commission on whoever u also sell him too." "Deal." We exchanged numbers and the guy text me the address to where my son would be going. I looked at Austin and sorta felt sad cause he was just laying there literally having no idea what was going on. I am sure when he broke out of the high he would truly realize his life was never going to be the same. With that I got out of the van and said Austin was going to go with them for now so we need not worry about him. We proceeded inside. Once inside is when I realized that Duke had taken over 100 loads. He looked completely exhausted and was sitting in a chair. As I approached he quickly got on his knees. I told him go get his stuff and get dressed. That's when I realized he had a giant size butt plug in him. My owner came out. "Hey where's he going?" "You said the party was done so I was telling him to get dressed." "Oh we arent' done with him he earned a trophy tonight for joining the 100+ load club." "A trophy?" "Yeah, Duke come here and lay down." In walked my friends to give him a tattoo. "Ok right here put the trophy with 100+ written on it and in the stand of the trophy write cum loads." My owner and I went to do the final calculations from all the money that was earned off Duke and Austin. We had taken in $6500... He kept $1300 and gave me $5200. We then went back to Duke and he was almost done. He looked so sad. We then proceeded to leave the shop and head home. Let me know if you think I should continue.

Part 3 Sorry been mental busy guys. The metal rattle of keys being shoved into a lock woke me from my light sleep. The cell blanket wrapped around my naked body and the pile of my piss soaked cloths lying in the corner brought my situation back to me in a rush. My heart started beating fast as I knew who was coming into the cells again and my cock sprung to life much to my disgust. He stepped in and again locked the door to the cells closed but this time he turned back to the door and taped a large sheet of paper over the view slot in the door. I also noticed a bag hanging at his waist caught on his belt beside his gun. He strode arrogantly over to my cell and pointed to the spot right in from of him. I knew what he wanted and hated myself for almost rushing over. But over I went there was no refusing his gesture. He stood there with an air of expectance and I raised my arms allowing the blanket to fall off my body as my hands went to the growing bulge in his trousers to unzip and allow his monster cock out again. My own cock was at full mast as I heard a sharp intake of breath from him as he viewed my naked body. His big cock sprang out and I took his knob into my mouth and started to work him more and more into my throat. Again my eyes teared and my breathing came in ragged gasps as his knob cut off my airway. He worked to about half way again and seemed satisfied as he withdrew and slowly pushed back again allowing me to catch a breath. For ages he just seemed to rock back and forth filling my mouth and throat with his thick cock. Throat slime was thick on his shaft and drooling down my front. “Up, face me and stand near the bars Boi”, he ordered in that deep voice that seemed to fill the cells. The noise of belts came to my ears as he delved into the bag but it wasn’t belts. A cold leather strap went around my upper thigh just below my crotch and buckled tight, this was repeated on my other leg. Next he knelt down and secured the same on my ankles. My cock was dripping and aching from the hardness. Another set of straps where attached to just above my knees and finally to each of my wrists. “Turn around and bring your ass against the bars boi” Again the bag rustled and suddenly he grabbed my ankle and pulled it against cell bar and i heard the click of a lock securing my ankle to cell bar. “Spread your legs boi” I did so and again a lock fastened my ankle to the cell bars. “Bend over boi and touch your ankles” His hands snaked through the bars and locked my wrist straps to steel loops in the ankle straps. There I was bent over, naked and wondering just what was going to happen next. The click of more locks and the straps at my knees and thighs where put into place and I found I was securely fastened against the cell bars hardly able to move. The cold bars bit into my flesh as I was so tightly secured against them. The rattle of keys made my head turn and from my upside down view he walked into the cell. There was something more in his hand that I could not make out. “Open your mouth boi”, he grunted and as I did my mouth was suddenly filled with the taste of rubber and a strap buckled at the back of my neck head it in place. My cock spurted more precum as I felt his abrasive hands roughly roamed over my body. He stood up and left the cell, locking the door again and returning to stand outside the bars in front of my ass. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I knew what he was planning. Sure the jokes had went round the team changing rooms and now I knew what he intended to do to me. Secured as I was there was nothing I could do, not even cry for help. Again the bag rustled, I heard the pop of a lid, cold sticky substance being pressed into my virgin hole by his thick finger and a deep growling groan coming from him. I tried to scream, cry, sob and tell him not to do this but it only worked the rubber ball deeper and more completely into my mouth. He stood up and his hard cock slapped against my ass as he had obviously gave it a jerk and used it like a baton to slap against my spread and vulnerable crack of my ass. I heard the hiss of a bottle opening and suddenly a strange smell filled the air and he was breathing very deeply and holding each breath. The cold on my ass suddenly warmed as I realised his huge hot knob was positioned against the virgin entrance of my body. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I could not move, I was bound against the bars of the cell and unable to scream. “Going to breed you boi, going to dump my load of hot cum deep in your virgin hole, going to bust your cherry ass wide open and make you bleed from my massive cock driving into your body “ Deeper inhaling followed that grunted statement and my brain suddenly release he wasn’t even going to wear a condom. The cold sweat for fear ran down my spine and onto my neck. The bars shuddered and he grabbed them and thrust his cock into my hole. Fire of pain shot through me as I was brutally impaled on his massive cock. Only his knob broke through the tight ring of my ass but I knew it wasn’t going to stop.

Does anyone else get more hungry for sex straight after giving or taking a load?

@rawffuk

On Monday I was cruising a few hook-up sites when someone messaged me a picture of a hard black cock, along with the message "Let's fuck". Of course I said "Hell yes" and gave him directions. When he arrived he didn't waste time talking and simply undressed, so I followed his lead. He was already half hard, so I sucked his cock to get it harder, but he just wanted to lube me up and spread my legs before sliding his full 8" of beautiful black cock into my mancunt from behind and fucked me long and hard until my little dick was leaking precum. After around 20 minutes of his pounding and me using my internal muscles to massage his shaft he shot his load inside me.

I Fuck hard and steady until the second I cum, then I force my cock deep inside my boy, hold it deep while my balls pump my seed in his hole. I fukkin love It when he says " Daddy, I can feel your cock throb" He knows then that my sperm is blasting into him

PrEP is very effective. I have had over 1,000 loads in me in a year and am still negative in spite of the massive numbers of sex partners every year. Live the hyper-promiscuous sex beast life. Your body an and soul will thank you for it.

love porn in the background but also love the right beats that fit to the high we are. both can be incredibly contributing to be so much deeper in to it or trance you into the sex play yo are doing. see a glimpse of porn around when you look up or having a break makes u want more and being part of more.

2 rando loads today. 1 Wednesday. Wednesday: Cruising at my local park. 28 y/o, TALL (like 6’4”), skinny, queer (their definition) white kid. Big fat uncut cock, about 9”. The kind of cock an older daddy would have, and the pic doesn’t do it justice. Sucked them hard on the wooded trail, cleaning out the funk from their delicious foreskin. They spun me around, slapped some lube on my cunt and their dick and rammed that fat hog balls deep in one thrust. Completely took my breath away. Must’ve dumped about a 1/2 pint of jizz in my hole past my second ring. Slapped me on the ass and walked away. Today: A4A hookup big white bear with a 6.5” cut piece. Visiting town for the state fair. Met him at his hotel and he bred me face down, hunched up on my ass on the floor of his room at the Springhill Suites. Funny thing, apparently all the state troopers are staying at this hotel walking around in their uniforms. FTP, but damn they’re sexy. I was hoping for some handcuffs, alas…. (Side note: I left my fuckin’ lube in his hotel. Swiss Navy makes the best silicon lube with the best packaging. 😤) Also today, about 2 miles from the hotel: 24 y/o A/A kid. We’ve been trying to hook up on Sniffies for awhile and today the stars aligned. Let me in the patio door if his ground floor apartment. Gorgeous thin body with a tattoo of something or other on his side torso (sexy af). Sucked him working up a lot of spit (no lube handy other than cum). He got behind me and slid in like a hot knife through butter all the way to my second ring. Fuck if he didn’t make me tinkle a bit from the pressure against my prostate. Oh well, his floor not mine. He bashed up against my inner sphincter until he got ALLLLL in and unleashed a load that felt like hot molten lava. Damn those young fellas can breed. Did I mention this was a ground floor apartment, and we fucked in the living room in front of the open blinds on the French doors that faced the parking lot? Bonus: after that, I had to go to Target and walked around cruising the hot suburban boys with two major deposits inside me.

I love fucking girls like you with a nice loose, sloppy pussy that you can tell has seen a lot of hard use, from lots of big, hard cocks, huge dildos, fists, baseball bats and anything else guys wanna shove up your ass. I love it when you can tell a faggot is a dirty whore that can take a nice big knot. Plus I’m not into foreplay when it comes to fucking a whore. I just wanna slide my cock in and fuck the hell out of a slut

I woke up with a start laying next to Katie in my normal PJ clothes, just old athletic shorts and a t-shirt. The plug however was not there. I shot up and sure enough laying between myself and Katie was the plug, it must've slipped out in the night and fell out of my shorts, I grabbed it and went to take it to her roommates room, but I ran into Cory in the hall on his way out for the day. "What do we have here!?" He grabbed my hand holding the plug. "Need some help?" He spit on the toy. "Open wide!" and he shoved the whole thing between my teeth. I stood there with wide eyes, and he pumped it a few times deeper into my mouth. He pulled it out and spit on it again, "Spit on it, it'll help." I did as I was told and he spun me around, pulled my shorts down in one swift motion, then pressed the toy against my...surprisingly not sore asshole. My ass swallowed it easier than my mouth just did. He slapped my ass after pulling the shorts up, "There you go!" and sent me back into Katies bedroom. She was awake on a phone call, earbuds in. "WE JUST TOOK CARE OF THAT" she said, looking up at me and making an exasperated face. "Fine but if I get there and fix it faster than it took me to drive there I will be reporting someones ass!" she got up and got dressed in a hurry, kissed me. "Thank you so much for Gatorade babe, I need to take it easy on the drinking but after that phone call I might need another." She looked in the bag of snacks pulled out what she wanted and ran out the door. "Fuck" I said under my breath. I know they heard her leave, who knows what they'll do now. I stayed in the bedroom and turned on the TV watching Netflix cartoons and wondering when I'd be allowed to take the plug out. I went out to the kitchen to grab my Gatorade and something to hold me over until lunch. I passed Stephen and Cory on the couch, one on his phone the other playing a video game. "She gone for the whole day again?" Cory asked. "I don't know she wasn't happy hopefully it doesn't take long" I answered. "Well it's a half hour drive to work, so you at least have an hour to kill. Have you ever fucked a black guy?" "Wha- no, you guys know who has fucked me" "We don't know what you're doing when you're not here you dirty hoe" Stephen joked. "Black guy, or both of us again in the living room, drapes open. Or Both" "You know damn well it'll be both anyway" I said heading into the kitchen. My gatorade was full and my protein bar was open.. it looked like there was cum on it. "Guys.. what'd you do to my drink, and which one of you came on my protein bar." "The gatorade is mostly piss now, you're welcome. The bar... come give us both a lick and see if you can figure it out" I sighed. grabbed my drink and bar, went out to the living area and they both had their semi hard cocks out. "Oh... you weren't kidding." "Fuck no we weren't kidding, if you guess wrong I'll spank your ass and Cory will put a hickey on your ass." I got down on my knees and gave them a both one long lick, and swirled the tip trying to taste the pre-cum. I don't want lasting marks. I took a bite of the bar, it was near impossible all I could taste is bar. "Cory?" I stated. "Are you sure?" Stephen said. "Uh... yeah.." "Unlucky, come here." I was bent over Stephens knee and Cory sat in front of me with his cock out, I took it into my mouth, the spanking commenced. I don't know if my eyes were involuntary watering from the spanking or Cory's cock down my throat. But at one point the plug popped out and bounced towards the front door. Stephen took my shorts down to my ankles. "Crawl and grab it slut." I crawled towards the door, and of course with the luckiest timing, someone entered the apartment. I almost jumped up I looked from feet to head... their black friend. I didn't know his name. "Looks like you guys got started without me" he bent down and picked the plug up. "you'll need this again real soon" he helped me up and looked me up and down. My cock betrayed me, and was most of the way hard. He was shorter than me and very skinny, a small part of me kind of hoped for bigger. "Evan" he said holding out a limp hand like the queen. i kissed his hand and he pulled me towards the bedrooms. He took a left into Katies room and shoved me toward the bed. "This room looks more familiar with you naked on the bed." Stephen and Cory stood in the doorway and then went back out to the couch. "Enjoy!" Cory said. Evan took his shirt and then his shorts off. his cock sprang to attention. For not being a tall guy, his cock sure was big. "Lets get right to the point, suck my cock, I heard they came in your ass last, they'll be the lube." He walked over and I started to suck his cock, it was definitely harder to manage than the roommates. "You now what.. on your back, head off the edge." I did as I was told and he positioned his cock over my face, he went slowly at first but then he really fucked my mouth. I struggled to breathe, I struggled to keep my teeth off him and I struggled to not fall off the bed. "On your hands and knees, on the edge." I got up and did as I was told, my ass was definitely going to be sore after this. I got into position and the door opened, Cory tossed two bottles of poppers into the room on the bed. "Oh ho oh!" put one in each nostril you pig. I screwed the caps off and took a deep breath of both of them. I screwed the caps back on and collapsed with my arms out in front of me, chest on the bed, my ass about to be plowed by a black cock. He spit, it hit me in the face, he spit again and this time was cool on my slightly gaped hole. He pressed his cock into my ass slowly. Again, my ass took his cock better than my mouth. and he sank all the way in, his balls slapping into mine, my body shuddered. "God Damn!" he moaned staying there for a second. "What number am I!? your ass can take a cock!" I help up a number 4 and he laughed. "You're still a new cunt then, damn though." He picked up the pace, he was consistent and it felt like he went on forever, he was hitting deeper than anyone has before, honestly, sometimes it hurt, I tucked my pelvis under me and shuddered in pain. "Take another double hit, and then lay down flat over this pillow" he grabbed Katies pillow and laid it under me. The poppers made me see a black spot, and it started to get larger. My head was spinning, throbbing. I collapsed onto the pillow, he climbed on top of me and gave me the biggest thrusts yet, the slaps were loud. Our bodies bouncing hard on the bed, I've never fucked Katie like this in this bed. Again he lasted for what felt like 5-10 minutes, I also can't last that long in this position. "Where do you want it straight boy" "Inside me" I managed between thrusts. "Thought so, I just wanted to hear you say it." and he sped up, in one last moan and thrust he released deep in my ass, I could feel his cock pumping into me. He rolled off me, his cock popping out, and some cum, ran down my balls, down my cock and onto her pillow. He left the room, I heard him say. "Let's keep him away from Tommy for a bit longer, he's a good fuck" and out the door he went. The boy's entered the room, I still laying on my stomach on the bed in a daze. "Text Katie and see when she'll be home." "Please guys, no more today" "That's fair, there's always next weekend, but you need to do some laundry." "I think Thomas doesn't recognize me." I blurted out. "What?" Stephen said. "I ran into him last night at 7-11, he slapped me ass. He had a skinny kid with him they were buying condoms and were most likely drunk." "Were you scared?" Cory said. "Yeah, kind of." "I don't know, your cock says otherwise" Stephen said reaching out for my hard cock, stroking it with the mixture of cum that had run out of my ass. "Your first gay sex was a dirty fucking top, poz as they come, and that excites you you little faggot." His hand felt so good, in combination of the nights and days activities my cock was long overdue. I nodded. "But you want more cocks don't you, you want us to pimp your ass out to everyone at that party and them some." I nodded again, my hips starting to buck. "You won't want to have sex with Katie anymore, just become a sloppy bottom" I opened my eyes, "Wha-" His other hand slapped my balls. I jumped but it kind of felt good. "You're too good of a bottom to continue fucking girls, you need more cocks and less pussy. Cum for us, cum thinking about how many more cocks there are coming over to take your ass and throat. Cum thinking about how after the last guy who fucks you from the party, we will call Thomas again." "Oh fuck" I let out, cum shooting from my cock up my stomach, chest and reaching just over one of my shoulders. "Wow!" Cory said, "He might be a chaser!" "You got laundry to do" he wiped cum from the pillow and pressed it into my panting mouth, and they went back to games. My gatorade and the rest of my protein bar sat on the night stand. Damn I was thirsty.

He let go with a shove and I went sprawling across the cell. By the time I got back to my feet he was gone. WTF was that all about?, I thought. My throat was sore from where his strong fingers had tightened and there was a strange heat in my crotch. There I was, left in the dim dark with a ragging hard on and a cold sweat. Several minutes passed and my cock had just gone down when I heard the key scrap into the door lock. Both cold sweat and hard cock sprang on me - again. I could feel the sweat trickle down to my ase crack and a big spot of precum stain appear in front of my shorts. Yeah I’m one of those whose cock is like a faucet. It's embarrassing at times as some girls think I’ve blown my load when I pull my boxers down and they are soaked in precum slime. Strangely my cum loads aren't overly large. Well, when the door opened the cop entered the cell, and paused at the door to lock it, leaving the keys in the lock and the covered the small grill look in with a poster or something. Sweat broke out on my forehead but I could also feel my leaking cock jerk hard in my shorts as he strode over to the bars of the cell. “Let’s get things straight. You do as your told boy, and you will walk out of here, you understand, boy?” I nodded dumbly. This definitely wasn’t going an experience I'd be able to laugh about with my buddies, I thought. “Get over here on your knees and face my crotch boy." Yup not going to be pleasant at all, I mumbled. I wasn’t gay and he just smirked and told me I’d better realise I’d no choice. I went over and got down on my knees head against the cold bars and my cock was practically pissing precum. WFT!!! His big hand went to the back of my neck and he mashed my face into the gap between the bars and thrust his uniformed crotch into my face grinding into my face with the rough material. He pulled back releasing my head and told me to unzip his flies, I reached through the bars and found the zip and a massive bugle angled to the right. Pulling down the zip I was told to reach in and pull out his cock and be careful. Reaching into his uniform my hand found the heat of his cock and realised he was commando, my fingers sort of grasped his soft thick meat and worked it free from his trousers, and a groan escaped his lips as his meat hit the air. He smirked as I gasped at the size of his cock and he wasn’t even hard, even semi I could not fully encircle his girth, his knob was a bulbous pink mound of flesh with a bead of precum glistening in the poor light. “Suck my cock boi and watch your fucking teeth or I’ll beat shit out of you!” he groaned Shit scared now as id never done anything with another guy, when I was younger and less built me could suck my own cock so had to think back on how I did it. Opening my mouth wide I slide the head into my mouth and gently closed my lips around his know and sucked gently. His cock lurched and jerked and I felt it swell even more filling my mouth. Something went through my head right then I was actually proud of the reaction this built cop was having with my mouth around his knob. He stood and groaned and I took that as a sign I was doing well and to slide a bit more of his hardening cock into my mouth. His big knob hit the back of my throat and I gagged and pulled off a bit so’s not to retch. Working the small amount of cock in and out of my mouth got him fully hard and groaning from the tongue and lip action. He began to pull back and I found myself leaning forward until my head was again lodged between the bars. He move quick then his hands shot through the bars and his baton came tight across the back of my neck forcing my head to angle up and back a bit. He took charge then and started to ease in and out of my mouth slowly working against the back of my throat. I started to choke and gag and retch and snot and tears came to my face as he forced more and more of his cock into my throat. Braced with the police baton id nowhere to go and struggled against the bars as his massive cock invaded my tight throat and only to pull back enough to allow me to catch a ragged breath before working back into my mouth to slowly inch down my throat. He finally stopped with about half his massive cock buried in my throat there was just no way was the rest going further at this time or angle. He pulled right out then and let me catch my breath and wipe the tears, snot and throat muck off my face. His cock stood out from his body at least ten inches, wrist thick and a massive set of low hanging balls. Fuck what was wrong with me I wanted him back in my mouth tasting his salty precum and musky smell. Only now as I breathed deep did I realise I’d blew my load in my shorts and had kept hard even as I was being violated with his hard cock down my throat. He was breathing heavy as he looked at me from below the peak of his police cap and his cock dancing in the air in front of us both. Suddenly a stream of piss arched out splashing me in the face and starting to drench me in acidic yellow liquid that I started to pull away only to be harshly told to stay the fuck where I was. His cock jerked and piss rained down on my head and face and chest totally drenching me and I was kneeling in a growing puddle with the smell assaulting my nostrils. I was disgusted and worse my cock was still painfully hard in my shorts aching to cum again. His huge cock finished pissing and I was ordered to lick the last dregs off his cock, I tasted his piss as my tongue met his knob and I cringed at the acrid taste. His cock had softened greatly from pissing and i enjoyed the spongy feel inside my mouth. Suddenly his handset burst into life and he lifted it and spoke into the mic, He understood the garble coming back at him and said he’d be right there. Clipping the mic back to his belt he pulled out of my mouth and walked to the door pushing his cock back into his uniform trousers with a grunt. He was gone leaving me sitting in a pool of piss and soaked through. Suddenly what I had done hit me and I was cold and shivering. I stripped out of my cloths and dried myself with a blanket from one of the beds and wrapped myself up in some others. What had happened began to play through my head and my cock rose to full aching hardness, I was totally disgusted with myself but also hoping he’d be back.

Mum abanded me when I was a baby. Left me in the care of my uncle who I call Daddy John and his husband Steve. Or as I call him, Daddy Steve. They have worked hard to give me a good up brining; giving me the best education and a safe home to come to. But this is not a story about my up bringing… Well not that kind of up bringing… It’s more a story of my coming into my own true self. It’s a story about me becoming the piggy faggot boy whore that I am. My daddy’s are very well off. Got a bit of money behind them. Daddy John owns a construction business and Daddy Steve is a real estate agent. So it’s no surprise that we live in a beautiful inner city modern home in the heart of Sydney, designed and built by Daddy John himself. I come to visit him at work from time to time and it is interesting to see how his employees stand straight whenever he is nearby. Daddy John is a unit for a 67 year old. 186cm, big broad shoulders, thick thighs, stone arms and a solid butt. He always wears jeans that seem tight on him, showcasing his huge bulge just below his leather buckle and he always tucks in his checked shirt in. Never wears a tie and leaves his top couple of buttons undone which opens up to his thick salt and pepper hairy chest. He keeps his rugged silver beard maintained, cropping his sharp jaw line, but doesn’t over groom it to the point it looks to show pony, and his salt and pepper hair neatly cut with a slight combover. Daddy Steve on the other hand is 52 years old and he is always on the go. At home he would always be pace a hall on his phone conducting business or closing a sale, but he still always finds time to help me with my homework or have a general catch up about my day. He too is quite a masculine man. Not the big unit like Daddy John, but still fit a fuck. He looked a little like Frank Grillo. He works like every morning to maintain his shredded body and only wears tailored made suits. But when he has the chance, he likes to show off his assets. Always in his speedos taking a dip in the indoor pool. His washed board abs are coated in a fine coat of hair that tails up to his chest. He is so chiselled, the hair on his chest thickens around the top of his abs up through the middle of his pecs then spreads out right up to the top of his neck line. Grey hair is starting to show in his hair, like Daddy John and even though he does not say anything, I think he is worrying that he is getting old. My name is Scott. I am 18 years old and like any other boy my age, I do all the teenage things. I go to school, play football, hang out with my mates when my Daddy’s allow me to, smoke joints, go off to parties. But something just did not feel right. I never quite felt like it was my scene, my life. I was floating through it waiting for something. But I just did not know what. But all this changed a few weeks after I turned 18. You see, I never really thought about Daddy John and Daddy Steve having sex until I accidently stumbled across them doing exactly that. They did not know I came home early from football practice one Wednesday night, I walked into the kitchen and that’s when I saw it. Daddy John had one of his massive hairy hands wrapped around the back of Daddy Steve’s neck, his other on Daddy Steve’s waste while furiously fucking Daddy Steve in his ass. Daddy Steve looked like he was in pain, struggling with the invasion. ‘Take daddy’s cock you fucking faggot.’ Daddy John grunted at Daddy Steve and worked up flehm and spat it on Daddy Steve’s back. Daddy Steve panted and moaned as Daddy John just fucked away. ‘Yeah, That’s it pig. Take that raw cock.’ Daddy John continued. Something inside me switched. I don’t not know what happened. I never considered myself as a gay. I never thought of myself as anything. But watching my Daddy’s fuck sparked something in me and I felt myself harden in my football shorts. Daddy Steve’s eyes were watery. He look like he was going to cry. For a moment I felt sorry for him because he seemed in pain, but then I saw his hard cock swinging back and forth from Daddy Johns thrusts. I have seen his cock before when I was younger, but I had never seen it like this. it had to be at least 10inches and as thick as a Rexona spray can. His balls sat nice a tight below his cock and I could tell that he manscapes by the shape of his pubic area. ‘You ready for it faggot?!’ Daddy John grunted. And before Daddy Steve could reply, Daddy John did one last hard slam into Daddy Steve’s ass and moaned out loud. It scared the shit out of me for how loud he moaned. It was like a lion roaring. ‘Take that load you fucking whore!’ Daddy Steve moaned as well. But it was more like a painful moan than a joyful one. This went on for what seemed like ages and then Daddy John spat on Daddy Steve again and pull his cock out. I watched as a stream of cum squirted out of Daddy Steve’s hole. It was like his hole could not hold onto all that cum. And I was jaw dropped when I saw Daddy John’s cock. I thought Daddy Steve was big, but Daddy John took the crown. From what I could tell it was at least 12.5inches long and easily as thick as the largest part of my forearm. It glistened from all the slick juices from Daddy Steve’s arse which highlighted the still pulsing thick veins webby down Daddy John’s shaft. Oh and his knob was like a firm purplish helmet an inch thicker than the shaft. He then pushed Daddy Steve to his knees ‘Clean up that mess you made, pig.’ And shoved his cock down Daddy Steve’s throat. I watch as Daddy Steve’s blood shot eyes bulged out his head as he choked on it. Daddy John did not care one bit that Daddy Steve was gasping for air. He just kept pumping hard down daddy Steve’s through. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve because his gag reflex gave in and coughed up mucus all over Daddy John’s shaft, matting Daddy John’s pubs. This was too much for me. I quickly raced up stairs before they saw me and hopped in the shower. I was both aroused and scared of what I just saw. The way Daddy John treated Daddy Steve was wrong. It was degrading and unrespectful, but it was so hot and arousing at the same time. My cock deceived me and it was rock hard again. I pulled myself off and blew the biggest load all over the glass shower door. To be continued

HIV Induction Rocky had just graduated high school. With no money for college he was in need to find a job to make some cash. With the bad economy he had trouble finding any job at all. Rocky landed a job at a coffee house in the gay section of town. That’s where he met Dallas. Dallas was a stud of a man. At 45 he was in excellent shape at 6’2” tall, 210 pounds with a lean, muscular swimmers build, dark hair and eyes and a package that made everyone stare. Rocky could not take his eyes off this man. He did his best to be sure not to make eye contact with this stud, but Dallas knew he was being watched. Dallas made sure to draw Rocky’s attention every chance he got. As it got late and closing time was fast approaching Rocky was told that he could punch out and leave since it was getting very slow in the shop. Rocky punched out, got himself a cup of coffee and went to sit down at the table next to his object of desire. That’s when Dallas looked up at the teen and smiled. This was the first time Rocky knew he was noticed by the man. Rocky was so distracted he spilled his coffee all over the table where Dallas was sitting. Rocky was embarrassed beyond belief. He immediately went and retrieved a couple of rags to wipe the table down with and when he returned the man was no longer at the table. Rocky had thought he blew any chance he might of have with this stud. While Rocky was cleaning the table the man returned with a refill for himself and a fresh cup of coffee for Rocky. “I figured after a long day of working here, you deserved to have someone else get you a fresh latte.” The man told Rocky. “Thanks. Yeah, I can really use a cup to pick me up.” The two sat down and drank their coffees and chatted. Rocky told the man that he had just started working at the coffee shop and was trying to make money so he could move out on his own. Rocky learned that Dallas owned his own video production company. Dallas felt that Rocky could possible star in one of his productions is he was interested. Dallas had the teens interest peaked. They continued to chat as closing time came and Rocky had to catch his bus home. As they left the shop Rocky got light headed and stumbled a bit. “Are you ok Rocky?” “I think so. I think I’m just light headed. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” “That’s not very smart. Why haven’t you eaten anything all day?” “I didn’t have time to make lunch before leaving for work and I the only money I have is just enough to cover my bus fare to work and back home.” “We can’t have that. Why don’t you let me cook you a good meal and then I can give you a ride home.” “As nice as that sounds I couldn’t impose. Besides I have to be back at work by 5 am to help get the shop ready to open.” “It’s no imposition, in fact you are welcome to crash at me place and I can bring you back to work in the morning.” Rocky finally agreed with Dallas since he was beginning to feel weaker and weaker. What Rocky didn’t know is that Dallas had slipped some GHB into his coffee to make him feel the way he was feeling. They walked a short distance to Dallas’ black Hummer and drove off. As Rocky rode along he began to zone out. When they pulled up to Dallas’ home he wasn’t sure where he was or how long they had been driving. Dallas pulled the car into the garage and shut the door. They climbed out of the car and headed into the house. It was a big home once inside Dallas offered his guest a drink as he went to prepare dinner. “What would you like to drink Rocky?” Not wanting to impose Rocky replied, “Anything you have will be fine with me.” Dallas made Rocky a Rum and Coke and had the teen sitting on a bar stool at the breakfast bar in the kitchen as he prepared their dinner. Rocky began to feel better after downing his drink and was promptly given another one. Rocky continued to feel better the more he drank. That was all due to the Tina Dallas had added to Rocky’s drink. Soon enough dinner was ready and the two ate their portions before heading into the den to chat some more. Rocky was wired after a nice meal and 3 Tina laced drinks. They cleared the table and moved to the couch to chat some more. Dallas took control of the conversation steering it the direction he wanted it to go and they were soon talking about sex. “Rocky a young guy like yourself I’m sure you have girls hanging all over you.” Dallas was correct, Rocky was a good looking young man. At 5’9”, 135 ponds, lean, thin runner’s build, brown hair and hazel eyes, but he was incorrect about girls hanging all over him. Dallas could tell from his reaction the truth of the matter. “Dallas I am not really a ladies man. I had a girlfriend when I was in high school but it just didn’t seem to be for me.” “Then you must have a boyfriend.” “I’ve been with a few guys, but never really found the right guy for me.” “I hope you played safe with these guys.” “Absolutely. I’d never take a chance of catching something.” “Then you’re HIV-?” “Yup, even got tested a couple times to be sure.” “Smart boy. Listen, I have a project coming up I think you might be perfect for. It calls for an HIV negative man in the staring role. You can make a lot of money.” ‘MAKE A LOT OF MONEY!’ Those were the magic words. “What would I have to do?” “It’s a video on sex and HIV and I need a young guy like you to play the part of the young guy.” “I don’t think I can do that, I really wouldn’t want anyone to see my face in something like that. My parents don’t even know I’m into guys.” “Well why don’t you think about it and you can tell me in the morning before I take you to work.” “I thank you for the offer, but I am sure of my answer.” “Rocky, after I show you my hospitality by feeding you and giving you a place to crash for the night, the least you can do is think about it tonight.” Rocky felt guilty as to be so quick to say no to the offer Dallas made to him. He figured he could sleep on it and in the morning when Dallas dropped him off at work he could kindly turn the offer down. “OK I will think about it. What time is it any way?” With all the activities of the evening Rocky was unaware that is was nearly 2 am. Dallas said he would show Rocky to a place where he could be alone with his thoughts to ponder the offer that he was given. First he showed Rocky where the bathroom was so he could take a quick shower. Rocky wasted no time in stripping down and getting in under the warm spray to rinse off the grime from that days work. He felt very alert and awake and was wondering how he would get to sleep that night. When he climbed out of the shower and dried himself off he realized that all of his clothes were missing. He began to worry about what he might have gotten himself into when Dallas came in and told him that he put his clothes in the wash to freshen them up for the next days work. Dallas led Rocky from the bathroom through a long hall and down a flight of steps to the basement. They passed through two more doors before entering what looked like a small sound studio. The only thing in the room was a small cage that looked just big enough for Rocky to get in on his hands and knees. “Here is a perfect place for you to think about the offer I made you.” “NO FUCKING WAY AM I GETTING IN THAT CAGE.” There was no way Rocky could over power his host. Dallas grabbed the teen by the balls and pulled him down to his knees. The teen continued to struggle and resist being placed in the cage when he was kicked hard in the crotch. “It will be easier on you if you cooperate and get in the cage like a good little boy.” Rocky new he had no choice and was on all fours and slowly backing into the cage. When his ass hit the back of the cage the door was shut. Dallas had him raise his arms up so his elbows were higher then his back. He then inserted a bar to hold his arms in that position so he could not move. Dallas then got behind the cage and pushed a good amount of meth laced lube into the teen’s ass followed by an inflatable dildo until he felt the resistance of the internal ring. He applied steady pressure and it slid deeper into the teen’s bowls. Next he flipped a switch and the dildo began to inflate till Rocky felt maximum pressure on his hole and deep inside his gut. After a few minutes the dildo deflated and the process would begin all over again. There was no way that Rocky could get any sleep with the meth in his system and the constant inflation and deflation of the dildo in his ass. As Rocky felt the inflating dildo stretch his hole he then felt the cage being lifted off the ground. Rocky thought about screaming out for help but didn’t want to anger Dallas. It seamed that Dallas knew what he was thinking as he told the teen he could yell all he wanted too since this room was sound proof. Dallas left Rocky there with the lights on for him to think about his situation and consider his reply on the offer to do the video.

Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realising that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself. When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marvelled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the block, he made his way to the seller’s flat. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason” “Yes, you’re, um, PigTop yes?” “Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve” As Jason ventured inside Steve’s flat, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig. “You said I could try some bits on” “Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?” “Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all furloughed so it won’t matter” Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings… “Wow, you really do have a lot of gear” “Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us” “Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask” “Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid” “Oh shit. Sorry to hear that” “Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom” “Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this” Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless. “Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?” “Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels” “Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits” Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a sweetshop, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit. “Hehe. Piss pig, yes?” “Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss” “Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory” Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk? Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable. “I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock” “Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it” “You ever been pissed on, boy?” Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his mind. “Um, no. What’s it like?” With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny. “I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel” With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realised, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s face and let forth a stream in his direction. Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything. As Steve finishing pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him. “There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?” “Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected” “Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?” Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences. “Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that” “Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off” Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit. “What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it” Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing. “Yeah, um, sure” Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it. “You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy” Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him. As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.# “Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look” Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the whole of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer. “Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that” “Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…” “Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy” This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much. Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber vest. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it. It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever. “Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?” Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his. “Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you” “Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny” “Oh I can get you hornier, boy” And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest. “Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you” Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable. “Ever been fucked, boy?” “A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway” “Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?” Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of the flat sharpish. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did. As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him. Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his arse and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned. He then felt the zip being undone at his arse. “yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly” Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now. Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole… “Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out” As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more. “Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even” Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting rawfucked by a guy aka PigTop, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly. Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost. “That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savour every moment. I think you’ll soon realise what you really came here for” Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this. “Please… No… I don’t want… oh God” “Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want” “I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic” “Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny” “Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck meeee” “Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubberpig” “Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…” “Tell me what you want boy” “I want… this. Steve. Help” “I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss TopPig is available. Boss knows what you want” “Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good” “Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though” “Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.” Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pigboy’s arse muscles clench hard on his cock “Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want” “I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum” “Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy” “yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum” “You’re on the road to becoming a pozpig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into pozpigs” “Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss” “What sort of pig?” “A pozpig, boss. Give it to me” “As you asked so nicely…” Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole… “FUCK YEAH” “Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you” “Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?” Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever. “What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward” Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss. Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling. Acclimatising to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life. When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work” As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, pozfucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him. “How do you feel pigboy?” “I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this” “Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock £50 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you” “Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong” “Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?” “Um, no Boss. I… don’t” “Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a pozbrother, don’t you boy?” Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling. “Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”

Well here I was, locked in a police cell for the night because of a dumb dare made by some friends who disappeared as soon as the patrol car lights appeared, leaving me with no way back over the fence. (Note to self: get some new friends.) The two cops had been taking a break parked well down the dark alley out of the way like and it would just have to be the alley with the fence and the gleaming virgin wall just itching for some spray paint. Lights, action, caught!!! At least it was a quiet night. I was the only resident of the dark, gloomy holding cell. Half of the lights were broken or just plain missing. Anyhow, damn. I had just turned legal and now I had a record. I hadn't made my one phone call as I was trying to avoid telling my parents I wasn't staying at my buddy Billy’s place for the night but rather that the cops had picked me up while I was out spraying. Laying here on the pallet I found myself horny. I hadn’t had my nightly wank, so I figured 'What the hell? I’m full of testosterone and four wanks a day barely keep my cock down. Oh yeah, I guess I should describe myself. I'm Ben, I’m just 18, I'm 5’5” but definitely a gym rat as I take after my Dad, and he started me early. At 18 I’m packing some serious muscle and a real nice beer can cock. You know the type: kinda short, only 5”, but thick as your wrist and a big mushroom head. Light brown hair cut high and tight like my Dad. Yup. You guessed it. I’m an army brat and nice enough looking to turn heads. I must have dozed off as I was startled when the outside door clanged open and in the dim light I saw a figure walking into the hallway. The glint of his badge told me he was a cop. He turned around and locked the outer door to the cells and walked down the line to the last cell in the row where I was put for giving some bad mouth to the duty officer, practically in the dark. He was big not just tall but seemed to darken the room. I couldn’t see his face in the gloom and his peaked cap hid his face. His baton clanked the bars some more to ensure I was awake before he spoke with a deep voice seemingly coming all the way up from his very shinny boots. “So you’re the bad mouthed twink that’s messing up my quiet night on cell duty. That don’t make me happy, not one bit boy, so you’re going to pay. Only the skeleton crew is on tonight, boy, and it's just going to be you and me for the next hour at least," he drawled. Fuck I’m so screwed, I thought. “Now boi get your face over here against the bars so I can have a good look at you." I got up and trepedaciously walked over, saying "I'm sorry, officer, that I've ruined your night. Don't worry, I'll be really quiet. I won't be a bother to you at all." The officer just smirked. Once I was at the bars I could see his handsome face, tight cropped beard. I could also see he was built like the brick shit-house that stood in my grandmother's back yard. He put away his baton and in a flash his big hand was round my throat pulling me up on my toes and choking me, his other big hand grabbed my crotch pulling me hard against the bars with a clunk. “You do as you’re told and you might just survive the night boy, but you better keep your gob shut.”

The first part of the story contains only gay content. You can find it here. Part II of "In My Neighbour's Back Yard" Should I do it? I thought for at least the thousandth time. Or maybe two-thousandth. Hard to keep track when all I could think about for the past week was sex, sex and more sex. Wonderful, bareback, raw, uncomplicated but passionate sex. And the promise of more. I fidgeted, waiting with mounting excitement and an annoying level of mild guilt. I had showered, I was clean, and nervous as hell. Sweaty palms be damned. Where was that phone message? I glanced over at my dour wife. She lay on the lounge watching TV. Still a good looking woman for her age – shaggy hair coloured light brown, baggy purple t-shirt concealing large breasts, sweat-pants covering long nicely shaped legs – she could move like a smooth pole dancer and capture my heart, but our intimacy had perished years ago when she claimed the dreaded pause from men had hit. She just did not give a shit about my sexual feelings and needs, and she apparently had none herself. So we lived in celibate fakery, a calm existence, punctuated by my odd secret online wankfest. Until last weekend. My phone queeped. I jumped. The anticipated message read: "Me mates are on their way. Get your arse over here now, slut." I took another deep breath, deleted the message, and felt my heart thump harder. The guilt washed over me for a moment. I looked over again. Fuck her, I thought. I have needs. Courage. I can do it, and I'll have a ball, literally. I dug fingers into the chair and made the fateful final decision. Standing, I said, "I'll be off now." "Going next door to see Peter and his boys?" "Yah." "Watch the footy?" Yes. Some of his mates are coming over, too. Maybe shoot some pool as well." "Your new hobby?" She actually chuckled. "Maybe make some new friends." "Sticks and balls and holes," I said, imaging hard fleshy sticks, hanging full balls and yawning male holes. If only she knew. I swallowed. I doubted very much I would see any football as I hoped to be far too busy. "Don't know when I'll be back. Could be late." I felt my heart beat and my eager penis twitch. "Have fun, then," she said and winked at me before tucking her hand between her thighs and turning her attention back to the dull romance movie. It was now a sex scene. I wondered what my sexless wife thought about that. She never looked at me as I slunk out the front door. As I hurried down our long gravel driveway I recalled last weekend. Something amazing had happened. Something that may have changed my life forever. Something maybe I should not have done, but I had and now I have become consumed by it. I craved it again. I thought I was straight, but sex with another man? Oh, yes. The best sex I had ever experienced. Raw, unrelenting, more passionate than anything I had known before. Pure sex for its own sake. I had loved it. My older neighbour Peter and his two sons had been amazing. I yearned for more. A half moon ghosted the pebbly driveway. I live on a private acre property surrounded by other large lots and new homes. Privacy comes from thick trees and shrubs and a brick house set near the middle of the lot. Peter's place next door is private, too, with a large back yard full of old cars and an enormous shed almost as big as a small house. I made my way through the cool evening air to his unlit front porch. Hesitating, heart pounding, I reached and rapped. The solid wooden inner door swung to reveal Peter standing behind the brown screen. His thick body shadowed by a hall light, he pushed the screen door open, grabbed my shirt and roughly pulled me inside. "About fuckin' time, slut!" he snapped. He threw me against the wall and kicked the door shut at the same time. His burly body slammed against me, knocking the breath out through my nose and astonished mouth. He wore a white singlet and nothing else. His thick cock swelled as he smashed against my body and began jabbing it at my crotch. I squirmed and felt his hot breath and scratchy beard on my face. "Get this shit off!" Pressing his heavy body against me, Peter pulled on my belt, tugged on my jeans. Never before had I ever felt such strong desire. My emotions flamed. My instantly hard cock strained. My body tensed, ready for whatever he was about to do to me. I quickly pushed down my tattered jeans, kicked shoes and jocks and pants away. Peter immediately began to thrust his cock against my own stiffening prong. He pulled my t-shirt over and off, grabbed my shoulders and roughly kissed me. His tongue pushed between my stunned lips and flicked against my own. My sweaty palms instinctively slid down his hairy body to his hips and clenching rear. He fiercely bucked against me then shoved me away. Forget romance, forget soft foreplay, this was rough urgent sex and it felt fabulous. "Let's go! They'll be here soon but I can't wait to fuck your tight virgin arse again." Now naked, he pulled me through his house. I stumbled along a sparsely furnished family area around which doorless bedrooms gaped. He tugged me through the door at the back of the room, into the laundry, then out a squeaking screen door, across cement pavers and through another heavy wooden door inlaid with frosted glass. Instead of the back yard, I stumbled into the shed. Some shed! The "shed" was nothing short of an amazing man cave. Spotlessly clean, to our left an ornate, fully stocked bar glistened with bottles, glasses and mirrors. Before us a green pool table stood waiting, balls in formation, cues and triangle neatly racked beside a leather couch. Behind the pool table lay an enormous bed covered by a soft doona. A black iron frame held the king-size mattress just off the carpet. To the right of the bed, a solid metal hook hung screwed into one of the raked ceiling's steel rafters. An enormous flat screen, flanked by tall speakers, dominated the far wall above the bed. Uplamps cast a mysterious soft glow without shadowing. The most amazing thing: egg cartons adorned the walls. Of course: sound proofing. Excellent! Peter pulled me to the bed and literally threw me onto the mattress. Now naked, I bounced and spun onto my back. Up on elbows, my own cock standing, I waited for him to pounce. Instead he stood at the foot of the bed, fists on hips and legs parted akimbo, and gazed down at me. I stared at his big semi-hard cock and barrel shaped tough body. "Assume the position," he ordered. I shook my head. "What?" "On your hands and knees. Do my dick." "Yes, sir!" I scooted down to the end of the bed, reached and gently took hold of his stiff cock. I looked up at his stern face with an obedient puppy-dog expression. "Knock it off and keep me hard." Holding the base, never releasing eye contact, I opened my mouth and took him in. I loved his cock. I sucked and licked, used my tongue to roll back his foreskin, rubbed the tight crown with my lips and tongue, and began to jerk the stem at the same time. Almost like a religion I worshiped that solid, rubbery pole of steely passion. I moaned and slobbered and licked and rubbed, did everything I could think to mount his prurient pleasure. To make him good and stiff before his assault on my quivering body. In a few minutes of exciting work, he had indeed hardened further. He pulled back and twirled his fingers. "You're a good little cocksucker, almost as good as my son Roger. Now, slut, present yourself. Get that round arse up." Obediently, I spun around, positioned myself, looked at the iron bars of the bed's head, and waited. Would I be tied up? Or cuffed? I felt the bed move as he mounted and knee-walked up behind me. I gasped when his thick fingers first slid along my back, then down to my rump. He begin to kneed and part the cheeks. I felt his scratchy beard against my rear then his tongue flick at the sensitive rim of my anus. I shuddered and gasped again in amazement! Sparks of sensation shuddered through my switched-on body. Fuck my wife, I thought, she never did anything like this to me! Behind me, I felt Peter silently rise then slip the bulging tip of his big cockhead between my fleshy cheeks. He pressed against my pucker. Almost panting, head down, I waited. Come on, I thought, I'm more than ready! "Do you remember last weekend?" "Oh, yeah," I breathed. "Really well." "Want it again?" "Oh, yes! Been waiting." Felt him push. "Why didn't you come over? I said the boys could have you if you ever came over. They were keen to tag team." "Didn't want to … oof! … seem too eager or desperate." "Why not? You're our slut now, and if you can take it, we'll fuck you every day." "I can take it. I can take it." "Right, then. Just get you lubed up first." He reached to the side. I heard a snap then felt cool smear at the entrance to my needy rectum. He pushed a finger in and I jerked and let out a gasp. Then his finger was replaced by something bigger, something huge trying to invade my body. I felt his legs against mine then felt myself begin to take the tip of his hard cock. Resistance is useless, I told my body. Just take it. Despite the excitement I tried to relax. I blew out as he pushed slowly and let it happen. I just opened up for him as if my body already knew what to do. Like before, I felt little pain. Instead, a marvellous full sensation filled my body and mind as his thick cock stretched my rectum. I felt him push slowly into me. I couldn't help it. "Oh, fuck yes," escaped my trembling lips. I felt myself dilate further. The fat invader slid in and in until his hips butted against my butt. I was now panting heavily. My own cock remained rigid, parallel to my stomach, constantly jerking. My butt was filled with so much cock I thought my guts might churn. I could not help gripping it firmly with my rear muscles as I waited for him to begin the lovely friction. I felt Peter edge back but not quite out, then very slowly push in again. "Not all the way in yet but we'll get there." Not all the way? How could he possibly stuff any more inside me? I felt him push harder until something gave way and he popped in even further. His hips slammed against my butt and I felt absolutely stuffed by his enormous cock. It felt like a solid pole from which my body dangled. "Good man," he said and patted my rear. He leaned over my back, his heavy weight causing me to shake. He reached around and grasped my tight pulsing rod. He pushed and I collapsed onto my stomach. His legs parted mine. He released me, placed his hands beneath my arms, pulled back then shoved his huge cock in again. I wuffed as he knocked my breath out. Back then in. I could feel every inch slide in and out. I lay with my head on a pillow and wallowed with each thrust as he proceeded to fuck my arse with strong strokes. I loved it! The amazing feelings lept like lightening from my arse through my body causing me to grunt with each of his powerful jabs. Little orgasms began to erupt, one after the other and it became difficult to breathe. How could this get any better? "How's that, slut? I see you remembered what I taught you. I can feel you clenching your arse nicely. I bet I've got you cumming, too." "Oh, I'm cumming alright." Not even trying, I hoped I was automatically giving him as much pleasure as he gave me. "You feel better than Maria," he announced as he more rapidly slammed into me. "I've been banging her for two years. She's eager for it, and she loves anal and threesomes. Have to arrange something with you, but you'll have to play the role of a cuckold and service us. She'll want to see me do this to you. That's what she likes." Sounded like complete bullshit but I was in no position to disagree. Without slackening his pace, Peter said, "Listen, slut, have to warn you about the others. They can get rough and there's a twist." "Ug! A … twist. What's … ug! …that?" "You'll see." "Where are … oof! … Roger and Flynn?" "They're at a mate's. Probably fucking him." A noise diverted my attention. "Hey, Pete!" someone called. "You started without us. And who's this?" Fuck! Embarrassment flashed through me, but there was nothing I could do. Without slowing, Peter said, "Our new fucktoy. This is Ben. We get to bang him tonight." "Cool. I see you've already started doing that." "Ben, this is Trev." A medium size bald man with very dark skin hovered at the edge of the bed. "Hey, Ben," he said. He was already unbuttoning his black shirt. Peter said, "That's Frank, and that one is Stacey, Frank's wicked daughter." I managed to croak, "Hey. Nice, uh, to meet you." I swallowed embarrassment. Here I was, naked, on my stomach on a huge bed being fucked in my nearly virgin arse by another man in front of strangers. I had thought tonight might be men only, but shit, a girl, too. Daughter? Oh, wow. What have I stumbled into? Peter apparently had frequent sex with his own sons, and they with each other, and he knew someone else who maybe did the same. The man definitely had interesting friends. When Peter lifted off my back and pulled out, I released a huge breath, levered myself up onto my hands and knees, turned around and nodded at everyone. A meek, "Hi" squeaked from my dry lips. Peter said, "Ben, here, is our fucktoy for the night. Caught him [banned word] on me boys in the back yard last weekend and invited him to join. He now loves bareback man sex, don't you pig? He is still pretty much a virgin, so tonight we can teach him how to be a good cumdump." Trev, the black man, had almost finished undressing. "Can't wait, man." Medium height and age, his hairless body sported muscles from obvious workouts. He took his hairless soft cock in hand and began to jerk. I watched it quickly inflate from small to large, an amazing transformation. Shorter Frank, maybe around my age, excitedly hopped from foot to foot as he stripped. He stared at my wilting penis and literally licked his lips. Stacey removed her t-shirt revealing modest braless pointed breasts with small nipples. A dragon tattoo fired on her left side. Clearly young, I could not discern her age and feared she wasn't legal, maybe 16 or so. Stacey sported a definite gothic look with short black hair, thick dark eye makeup, black lips and fingernails. In a husky voice, she said, "He looks good enough to fuck tonight." She did not undress further but kept on the short leather skirt, red fishnets and tall black boots encrusted with silver buckles and laces. She sat on the lounge like a queen and crossed her knees. Peter stood next to her. Smiling, she began to stroke his still hard cock before erotically taking it into her mouth. Despite licking him, she never took her dark eyes off me. Trevor stepped up to the side of the bed and presented his penis to my flushed face. "Come on, boy, get this thing up so I can bang your white arse." I took hold and pulled it into my eager mouth. He looked over at Peter and Stacey and winked. "Can't wait!" Frank said again. "Here, give us your dick." Frank hopped over to Trevor who took Frank's excited penis into his hand. I noticed a gold wedding band. "When do you have to leave?" Peter said. His hand smoothed Stacey's short hair while she worked his re-stiffening cock. "I only have an hour. My hubby's at metal-sculpting, and I know he is screwing the teacher after class so it could be longer." "How do you know he's doing that?" Trev laughed. "Because I screw the teacher, too, and he told me." "Can't wait!" Frank bellowed again. He lept onto the bed. He pulled at my hips. Somehow I managed to keep Trevor's hardening dick in my working mouth while Frank probed my butt with his eager waggling dong. "Got it!" he shouted. I felt him suddenly jam up my gaping arse. I gasped, "Fuck!". I was thankful he wasn't as big as Peter but he made up for it in enthusiasm. The man began to root furiously. I grunted around a mouthful of tasty throbbing penis and had to admit to myself I really did love having a cock fucking up back there. Even his digging fingers felt great. And having another on which to suck at the same time brought heaven on Earth. "Shit, man," I heard Stacey say. "Are you that hard up?" Frank said, "I'm that hard! I haven't had it since I fucked you and your boyfriend last Tuesday. Shit, he's slick but tight." "Still a virgin," I heard Peter say. I was sucking a man while another rapidly fucked me. All I needed now was someone else to play with me at the same time. My dick felt hard enough to explode, and the frantic rubbing inside my arse just promoted all those lovely little prostate zaplettes, one after another. It became difficult to breathe through my nose as my body trembled and shook from Frank's pummelling and my nervous system's attempts at mini-orgasms. For a moment I lost it. Trevor snapped, "Hey, dude, I'm almost there." I lunged and sucked his ultra-hard cock back into my mouth so deep I almost gagged. I had heard about swallowing, so I tried to do that. It felt absolutely weird and I just gagged. I said, "Sorry, man," then sucked so hard he laughed. I craned my head and saw Stacey still gently stroking Peter's hard-again cock and watching my face with amusement. Frank suddenly yelled something and shoved so hard that Trevor's cock almost did go down my throat. I coughed loudly. Arms whirling, he stumbled back from the edge of the bed. I held my ground while feeling Frank's pulses shoot warmth into the bowels of my quivering body. Just, wow, even more amazing than I remembered last weekend. I loved the strong throbbing sensations so much I almost came myself. When Frank pulled away I actually gasped. I suddenly felt very empty back there. "Come on," I said almost panting. "More. I can take more." I turned so I could see everyone. Trevor pushed Frank off the bed and immediately raced behind me. He roughly parted my arse cheeks and I felt him probe. When he found the right spot, he shoved hard, almost knocking me down. He grabbed my hips and began to stroke himself in and out rapidly, using my anus like a tight fist. He didn't say a word but breathed heavily. My entire body was forced to sway in time to his powerful pelvic thrusts. I tried to fuck back but he simply pulled and pushed my hips. "Oh, fuckin' yes!" Frank turned to Stacey. "Come on, bitch, I'm ready." Still holding smiling Peter's stiff cock, she casually replied, "No bastard sticks it up my sissy cunt without permission. Not even you, Daddy." "But I'm your father. That gives me permission." "Not at all, twink, Remember: I was the one who seduced you." she commented with a naughty smile. "Oh, I remember alright. Five years ago, wasn't it?" "Six," she said. "I'm not in the mood tonight to bottom for you." She released Peter, stood tall, and swayed over to the bed. I could not see her but I felt her weight next to Trevor. Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing and humming and tonguing. Trevor slowed briefly but then sped up again. I had gone slightly soft but the slapping of his thighs against my rump and the feeling of his big cock shovelling in and out caused me to stiffen again. I felt a hand a hand on my aching cock. Relief! I glanced down and saw it was black nailed Stacey's hand. She was fondling me at the same time as pleasuring Trevor. Her fingers felt divine as she began to rub and stroke. Frank climbed onto the bed on his knees and shoved his cock at my face. I opened and took it in. The bed rocked even more as Peter knee-walked behind thrusting Trevor. "Ready for it, Trev?" he announced. "About time you old [banned word]." "Who you calling a [banned word]?" "You are and you know it, old [banned word] fart." Trevor paused. "Oh, yeah," I heard. "You know I love being the meat in a man sandwich." I remember Peter saying it turned him on when he could fuck a man who was already fucking another man. "Great arse," I heard Peter say. "Nice and round and tight." I was suddenly shoved onto my stomach. My legs and arms shot out and I cried in surprise. Peter had jammed himself into Trevor and was fucking hard enough to push us all down. Stacey fell onto the bed next to me. I felt her firm breasts press against my body and her breath on my ear. I felt Trevor's cock forced in and out by Peter's savage thrusting. Stacey's teeth slid on my earlobe and then her lips and tongue wet my face as I was bounced on the bed. "Just wait," she whispered, "until I get to you." I twisted my head. Her eager dark rimmed light blue eyes loomed before she began to kiss me. Two kisses then her tongue flicked. I couldn't believe it. I was being fucked by one man while another fucked him. A young girl was kissing me while pressing her half naked body against mine, and her father was wanking himself next to my head, too. I began to pant heavily. The strong sensations rose in my arse and suddenly exploded through my body. Lightening cracked. The sky split. Thunder roiled. I yelled. My cock did not shoot but it felt as if everything else did. Stacey stuck her tongue between my lips as her lips mauled. Peter yelled, "You fuckin' did it, mate!" "Yeah!" Trevor called. "I can feel you cummin'. And I am, too! Oh yeah!" At the same time Peter unloaded into Trevor, Trev blasted into me. "It just turns me on too much when someone else participates at the same time." Trevor and Peter pulled away and stepped off the bed. I caught a glimpse of Trevor's swollen wet and dripping cock. I had had that up my rear! I felt wet drip down my leg. He and Frank must have filled me pretty good. Stacey rolled away and off the bed. She went back to Peter, knelt, and took his spermy cock into her mouth. I could hear the slurping. "Good, girl," he said. "About time!" Frank slid straight back into my rectum and began to root quickly. I could hardly feel his smaller cock. He slapped my bum and complained, "He's not tight any more. Too stretched by you big boys." I clamped hard and Frank yelped. "Oh, yeah, that's better." He fucked on for several minutes until he finally began to "Ha…ha…ha…ha…" and jammed himself against me. I could feel him squirt several times before pulling away. I rolled over onto my back and gestured to Frank. "My turn?" He just looked at me and laughed. "Can't, mate. I'm shot and I gotta go and can't have a leaky arse." I watched Trevor and Frank begin to dress. "Too bad," Peter said. "No seconds tonight." "Well," I called, "could I fuck anyone else here?" Laughing, Frank and Trevor both left quickly. This was it? I thought. I mean, the group experience felt terrific and I was already craving another dick, but that's it? Quick fucks and everyone is gone in half an hour? "I have my car," Stacey announced. "Tell you what," she said to Peter, "I'm horny as a raging goat. How about I fuck him and then spend the night keeping you awake?" Peter grinned and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan." "Right," she said rubbing her hands together. "First, I'll just make sure you're ready for me." She crawled onto the bed, leaned down and sucked my dick into her impatient mouth. I caressed her short hair then smooth back as her head bobbed and she licked and sucked me to further hardness. It didn't take much. She sat up and gazed down at my smiling face. "Okay, boy, here we go. Hope you're ready." She balanced on her knees, reached behind, unzipped her leather skirt, unwrapped it and tossed it to the side. There before my astonished and delighted face proudly stood a very beautiful, very hard, very ready penis. A brilliant cock supported by two large tight testicles. It stood up for me as if begging. I looked up and she smirked. "Didn't expect that, did you?" Peter laughed, too. "Remember the house rule, slut. Have fun with him." He turned and left the room. Stacey pushed me onto my back and crawled over my body. "Are you a she or a he?" I blurted. "Either," Stacey said. "I prefer she, but I'm half and half. Sometimes I'm taken as a boy cross-dresser and other times a trans. Either way is fine. These boobs are natural but I have a boy's hips. I like to dress and act female sometimes, and male other times. Tonight you got Stacey instead of Stan. But what matters to me most is fucking." She parted my legs with hers, dropped her hips and pressed that amazing cock against me. My legs instinctively wrapped around her thrusting rear. In seconds she had fully embedded herself. Her Goldilocks cock was just right: not too big, not too small, just right. It filled me like no other. She lay down on my body, making sure her nipples and firm breasts pressed against mine. Her smirking face stared down at my astonishment. "How's that feel?" My hands slid down her back. "Um, simply amazing. You feel terrific." "Of course I do!" After another kiss, I felt her begin to move. Out then in, out then in, slowly at first then faster and faster until she was literally pummelling my body. Laughing, she held herself up with her harms and fucked even harder. I slipped my hands down to her tight round butt and held on as she fucked me with wave-like motions. The raw sexual sensations became even more amazing. It didn't take long, maybe only a few minutes, but it felt almost like forever. When it happened her eyes widened, she yelled loudly, "Fuck, I'm filling you!" I felt her magic cock spurt and spurt and spurt. She did not stop shoving the entire time, she just kept at it even after finishing. "Feels fucking great. Going to do it again." She stayed amazingly hard and continued to use my body for her enormous pleasure. It was as if the strong orgasm had not diminished her desire but instead renewed and increased it. This time her thrusts became stronger, more powerful, insistent, demanding. I lay beneath her body and revelled at my great fortune. After she came very loudly a second time, she withdrew, squatted while still hard, and regarded me with a tipped head. Her hand slipped up and down my own stiff, aching shaft. "I could keep going but I think you need something. I want to give it to you. You have permission. We'll do it bareback. I never rubber up. And do not pull out." I would have been happy if she wanted to keep doing me but instead, she straddled my hips and lowered her thin hot body. My aching cock sunk deep into her trembling body. Eyes closed in rapture, she then rose and fell, fucking me at her own pace. I watched her face twist as her pleasure mounted. When I tried to move my hips, she mashed down on me and shook her pretty head. Five minutes later she lay full on my body, grabbed my arms and rolled us until I was on top. Her legs tightened together, capturing my prong. She shoved up, encouraging me to fuck her. Which, of course, I did. I held her thin body and shoved myself hard and deep, over and over and over, until I felt that wonderful tingling in my legs then balls then dick. Just as I was about to cum, she cried, "Wait!" she and pushed me off. The nearly nude half-girl scampered off the bed and hopped up on the pool table. With a wicked smile she crooked her finger at me and parted her booted legs wide. Her amazing cock remained standing and wet and wanting. I crawled off the bed and stood before her. She reached, grabbed my dick, and roughly pulled me against the solid table. She levered my hard knob beneath her ballsac, reached around and pulled at my arse. She scooted forward and I pushed until I was once again engulfed in warm, tight heaven. She kissed me and began to move and pant immediately. Her legs rose and encircled my waist, tugging me deep. Then she slowly lay back onto the table. Her arms flailed and pool balls clicked, snapped and rolled. One sunk. "Come on. Do me. I need it. Shoot your hot jizz into me." I reached for her breasts – they felt soft and natural – leaned down and tongue-flicked an erect nipple. She squirmed and began to hunch me. She smacked her palms against my head and glared up at me. Through gritted teeth, she hissed, "Come on! Fuck that load into me!" I pushed hard. I rooted fiercely. I jammed as deep into her as I could, almost at machine-gun pace. My breaths deepened. I panted heavily. I was incredibly turned on. I went at it for minute after minute while she twisted and moaned. Soon that incredible electric feeling shot through my body, from my groin down my legs and out through my arms. Just as I began to pulse I felt her wonderful cock, wedged between our heaving stomachs, spurt again, showering us with sticky magic spunk. She squirmed, yelled something, gritted her teeth and continued to fuck me with increased savage power. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" That was it. My body tensed, electrified further, and I let loose with a blood-curdling banshee scream. I pushed very hard, jammed myself into her as far as I could and let loose. My triumphant cock blasted. Uncontrollable powerful spasms ruled the universe as she grabbed my head and thrust her tongue deep. Her entire youthful body writhed as she took in shot after shot of my horny juice. I could feel her own cock and anus respond and pulse, too, adding more glue to our wanton union. When she let go, I pushed up, panted heavily, and began to laugh. She laughed, too. "Wow, I really felt that. How ya doing?" "Pretty damn good," I puffed. "You came and you're still hard." "Sure am." "You can stay like this and keep on going?" "I don't go down until I'm done. I can cum, keep going, and cum again. Each time just pushes me onto the next. I can do it for hours." "Dinkum?" "True blue." "Krikey." We stopped moving and laughed together at the stupid comments. She slapped my arm. "I can keep doing this all night but you look exhausted. You certainly came hard and long. It felt fuckin' great, let me tell you. I loved it." On a whim I said, "How old are you?" "Same age as Flynn." That would make her nineteen. That meant she seduced her father when she was thirteen. That meant she was more than thirty years younger than myself and had more than forty years between herself and Peter. I wondered what her amazing life had been like. What was it like growing up? When did she start having sex? She seduced her father? How? When did she decide she was female or had she always been like that? What he really a cross-dresser or a she transperson? So many stupid questions! None of them mattered. Only the feelings, the urges, the craving for more raw sex. I pushed up and off and pulled out. She levered herself up, laughed, and flicked my wet bouncing cock. "Cool. Oops, don't want to mess the felt." She swung a booted fishnetted leg around and spritely hopped off the table. "Listen, you're cool. I like the way you feel. How about we do this again, just us, okay?" Her finger trailed down my sticky chest. "I can fuck you for a whole afternoon, and I'll give you permission again. What do you say?" How could I refuse an angel? "Let me know when and where and I'm yours." Peter came back into the room with a beer. Stacey pecked my cheek and hopped over to him. "Hey, there." She sidled up against the burly bearded man who wore only a singlet. Her hand fondled his penis as she kissed his cheek. Hers still stuck up strong. "You wanna fuck?" Shocked, I said, "What are you doing?" She smiled at me. "He has permission. Besides, house rule. I'll have his boys later after they get home, too. We'll have an all-nighter." Oh, yes, I thought. The house rule: not allowed to say no to sex. "What about your boyfriend?" "Oh, fuck no. Dushan's a one-shot wonder. So is Dad, but you somehow got two out of him tonight, so you did well." I shook my head in amazement and slight jealousy. Peter gets to fuck with an energetic, demanding teen who can go at it the entire night. I forced my heart calm. He motioned to me. "Get yourself cleaned up and mosey on home. I'll let you know when I've arranged the threesome with Maria." "Maria?" Stacey said in mock astonishment. "You still banging that neglected nymphomaniac housewife?" "We're down to once a week." Peter wrapped a big arm around her shoulders, bent his head, and kissed the, um, delightful girl who had just filled my arse. Gob-smacked was the least of my problems. I could seriously get to like her and knew that would be a very stupid move. I sat on the toilet and felt a large amount of fluid drip. I cleaned and dressed. I heard giggling noises and laughter and creaking from Peter's doorless bedroom. I tiptoed through the family room and peeked. Her smaller body lay on top of him. His hands held her undulating rump. His legs hooked over her shoulders as she strongly fucked into his wicked arse. She suddenly let loose a loud orgasmic shout and, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I watched her whole body spasm. She turned her head, smiled at me, and continued to fuck him. I grinned, nodded and waved. I knew I could have joined them – house rule – but instead I left. As I staggered back home, my legs trembled. I felt weak but my heart continued to beat strongly. And my empty anus, well, I needed another cock back up there as soon as I could arrange it. I knew I would crave that full feeling forevermore. I found my wife still spread out on the couch. I paused and gazed down at her. Why did she have to be such a prude? She had given up on the most wonderful thing in the universe: sex. But that had driven me onto something greater and much more spiritually fulfilling, not to mention physically. Sex with men was definitely far better and much purer. She woke and looked up. "Did you have fun?" I chuckled. "Yeah, I did." "How was the game?" "Invigorating," I said. "Energetic. More than I expected. Bit of a surprise, too." "Lots of sticking on that pool table?" "That, too." She looked up at me and actually smiled. "As I said before, it is always good to have a hobby. One needs pleasure in one's life." Guilt washed my soul for a moment before I told it who was boss. My wife winked at me and smiled. And I wondered. ### July 2021 by Hozzel. Authors notes: I was not sure which part of Breeding Zone this should should be posted, so I posted it in the same area as part 1. This is an original work of fiction. The characters are all invented but the story stems from a real experience related to me many years ago by a spunky online friend from Sydney. We used to exchange scalding hot emails, and had a great deal of fun describing what we would do to each other. He had gotten off on my Mistress J and mansex stories, and he gave me permission to use his real all-male gangbang experience in a story. He described himself as a multi-cummer who loved being restrained and fucked for an hour solid by his top buddy and his buddy's mates. As he travelled cross-country for work, we agreed to get together when he was in my state. He promised to fill my virgin arse with many loads and I promised he could bottom for me, too. Sadly, he passed away from asbestosis before the fun-filled hookup could happen. This one's for you, mate. It would have been one hot afternoon. I would love to hear your thoughts about part III. What would you like? What will happen? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing wet response, I would positively love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at my pseudonym, athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.

Apologies for the delay, here's the fourth installment of probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was at a 4 day business convention in New Hampshire and was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown during those 4 days, joining me after his convention (for his much more vanilla style sex). After having spent Thursday with my buddy Jimmy who'd planned a whole weekend for me, including a hot orgy Thursday night, he had to turn me loose for Friday for a personal emergency, and at the same time, the local candyman Lou also had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - and Kieran, a blond Boston frat boy type also staying at the Ranch guesthouse, and Karl a Houseboy on staff who was visiting from Germany. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager, and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me, at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - white, blond, blue - we pick up the story on a very stormy Friday morning. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 4 PART 4 – Foggy Friday Foursome “Welcome to our little party, Karl” I said, “get comfortable and get tweaked!” I was loading the bong with some more nice sized shards as Karl put down a small khaki knapsack. He then pulled his scoop neck T off, kicked off his sandals, and pushed down his baggy cargo shorts revealing that he was free-balling. Now displaying his nice vascular soccer type body, rings in his nips, PA in his currently soft short fat cock… he was smooth all over, mostly natural apparently, but shaved pubes as well, and absolutely incredible thighs and butt (turns out he had trained as a speed skater in high school). A seriously nice addition to our little gathering. From his rucksack he pulled out some lube, a cockring, nipple clamps and a small vial of something. “I have some GHB to contribute” the German kid began “if anyone wants some”. While still getting his hole pounded, Kieran looked up and said “I’d love a little actually…” then looking up at his top he gave puppy dog eyes to Vice and continued “I’d love it if you did some with me… with all of us, actually”. Karl looked pleased as he pulled a half dozen stacked little plastic dixie cups out as well, the same cups found at all the communal sinks in the guesthouse. I pulled Gatorade out of the cooler for him to mix with, then lit the torch and melted the new addition to the bong. Remembering all too vividly a night only a few weeks before when – either accidentally or deliberately, I never did find out – some regular fuck buds over G’d me and knocked me out – causing me to lose almost 2 hours of play and waking up puking my guts up, I was just a touch more cautious than in the past. Didn’t want that happening to me or them so I requested “Keep it moderate please.” “Gosh golly, Dad, you ruin all our fun,” Kieran snarked from over on the bed, with an adorable smirk, while Karl added .2 to each of four cups, topping them off with the radiator fluid colored sports drink. Both Karl and I groaned at the “Dad” comment, but while mine was a semi-comic reference to my age, Karl’s utterance was much more sexual and urgent. Quite the contrast. It stopped me short for a second and I looked at my playmates. “Dad, huh? Now you got me wondering… just how old ARE the three of you?” For some reason I was not ready for the answers: Kieran 24, Vice 21, Karl 20! “Holy fuck, boys I’m 43! I seriously COULD be your Daddy, all of you – though I’d have had to knock up a cheerleader at the Senior Prom to be responsible for you!” I joked pointing at Kieran, who replied “guess that makes you our Daddy for the day, J.” Karl nodded muttering, “umm-hmm”. Suddenly thrust from being a contemporary to “mentor, coach, father” status brought me up short for a moment. Though I’ve always played with a wide range of guys of all ages, teens through seniors, from when I was a teenager myself (and still today at 58), I tended more frequently to older than me, and to suddenly be part of a four-way where I was a generation older than the other three was a new situation even for me! The joking and prep of the G had put Vice and Kieran on pause and now everyone had gathered around the dresser for the G, some hydration and of course for some more clouds. Karl was rummaging around his knapsack for something, and then produced his wallet, which along with his passport and all, had a few photos in it and he flipped to one. “If you are curious why am I so anxious to play today, especially with our esteemed host, this is why.” (Gotta love Europeans who learn English from the stuffiest British tutors…) We looked at the photo, and Vice half-seriously asked “you’ve met before?” I looked closer at what appeared to be a family picture at a reunion or picnic or something. Several men and a couple of teenagers both boys and girls, all in swimwear in front of a lake. I could see where Vice got his observation from. Several of the men looked like they could have been MY brothers, two especially, directly behind what seemed to be a 16-ish year old Karl. “I’ll admit, there is a resemblance… Your family, Karl?” “Ya, look close at my father and uncle,” he pointed to those very two men… very similar build to mine, muscular chest and arms like mine, same hair color and style, same height in relation to Karl, okay, pretty similar. “Now you see why you have to fuck me!” Now, let’s be clear here for a moment, these guys and I weren’t doppelgangers or long-lost identical twins or anything, but we seriously looked alike enough to be mistaken for brothers or cousins. And with the tweak we all had on plus the type of scene we were in made the resemblance seem all the more remarkable and the sex to come a bit more twisted. Kieran asked the question we were all thinking: “So you want J to fuck you because it’s your fantasy, or because you miss getting this from them at home?” “Wait, WHAT?” was Vice’s stunned response (though his cock jumped a couple of times I noticed so he wasn’t TOO freaked out!). We looked at Karl and he just smiled and said “both, actually. My Uncle and I started both sex and the Tina when I was 16 and we always fantasized about getting my father, his brother, to pnp with us but that’s never happened. At least not yet. But you look enough like my father that it will feel almost like I’ve gotten my wish.” “Well, I’m glad I can help you with that ‘mein sohnchen’,” I growled pulling his beautiful ass and back to rub against my cock and chest. He gasped a little at my reply and I remember thinking that my College German classes had FINALLY been good for something. I dropped a few words and phrases that morning that a German father might say to his son. Well, a particularly horny piggy son… While Karl caught up cloud-wise, I made sure the rest of us hydrated, popped a few grapes, and discretely took a quarter of a Viagra as a “top up” and passed a half V to Vice, whispering to him “better safe than sorry… gotta keep hard for these hungry boyholes, right?” He grinned at me and murmured “grateful, J, I’d hate to disappoint these welcoming hawt bros.” Some more clouds for all, a new DVD in my laptop, and breaktime was over. Karl said to Kieran and Vice “I think you need to finish something I interrupted; do not worry I service our Daddy for the day.” “Just hold that thought for one minute while I jump out and piss quick – why not check out my toys while you wait Karl? Be back in just a moment.” The boys returned to the fuck position they had been in on the bed, as I slipped out the door. I was starting to chub up and really needed to drain my hose before another round. I was done in a flash, and snuck back to the room, finding Karl crouched down rummaging around the dildos and such. Thinking ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ I figured I’d give him the whole nine yards: “Karl...” I growled low, “was ist los? Dildo? Kommen sie heir bitte!” Karl looked a bit ‘bunny in the headlights’ at being commanded in his native language, so I doubled down. “Schnell, Karl, kommen! So you like “Mannwurst”, ja? Kusse dein Vater Mannwurst!” I pointed to the floor in front of me while Karl dropped to his knees and started a damn respectable oral servicing of my cock and balls, reaching up to manhandle my nips somehow knowing (maybe by just looking at my extended nips) that I really liked them worked and worked hard. I returned the favor as he did his mouth magic, bringing me back to full hardness. He looked up from my now throbbing and dripping tool with eyes that begged me without words. I’d reached the limit of the German I knew that would suit this situation (and ‘MannWurst’ I totally improvised on the spot), but it seemed to have enough effect on Karl to have locked him into the fantasy, so I felt safe switching to English. Which was good, since I couldn’t remember any more! “Yeah boy, you want that somewhere else boy? You wanna get fucked by this daddy cock?” He nodded and moaned. “Then on your back on the bed son – show me that pretty hole begging for pappa’s schlong.” He almost threw himself onto his back next to Kieran ass on the edge of the bed, and up went those huge thighs exposing his sweet pucker. I dropped to my haunches and did a quick rim job - I’d spend more time later, but obviously this kid NEEDED to be fucked! As I attacked with my tongue, I grabbed some lube spreading some on my cock and leaving enough on two of my fingers to add to his hole. Standing, I worked my fingers into him, then spread them for some stretching while making sure he had lube inside, at the tight entrance and a bit around the rim – since he was shaved and my pubes were trimmed but not shaved, I didn’t want to give him rug burn! Popping his legs onto my shoulders, I brought my hips right to the edge and rubbed my tip on his hole. Locking eyes with him, I slowly sank my tip steadily into him, followed slowly but without pausing with the rest of my shaft until my balls rested against his taint. Watching his eyes widen without breaking our connection and hearing his soft “ooh, yah” brought a pleased smirk to my mouth as I stared into his tweaked and happy soul. Damn, chemsex is so incredible. I started him with a slow circular grind, then leaned down and frenched him as I gave him a slow stirring fuck. Breaking the kiss for a moment, I asked him “Is that what you wanted? Your Pappa’s cock boy?” He moaned, nodding his head as I kissed him again, then whispered in his ear “damn that’s good, but I think what you want is a real pounding.” Straightening up, I picked up the pace to a real ball slapping ass pummeling rabbit fuck. He smiled and grunted “fuck yah, harder, pound me!” This kid could take a punishing fuck and come out laughing and smiling (I wish I could take a pounding fuck that well and that enjoyably all the time, frankly…). Karl was my kind of pig! I kept up the blistering attack for almost 10 minutes while Vice slowed his fucking tempo of Kieran to watch, slack jawed. Giving Karl another kiss, I straightened up and slowed down significantly, leaning backwards from the waist a bit to stretch out my back muscles and take some deep breaths and let my heart rate slow down 50 or 60 less beats a minute or so, continuing a slow deep screw. “Damn J-man, you throw a wickie mean fuck!” Vice drawled as Kieran chuckled “totally… damn, not bad for an old man…” Breathing like an old fireplace bellows, I replied “You are so going to pay for that later kid” laughing and winking at him so he knew I was just going along with his banter. Kieran took that moment to change positions, getting on all fours over Karl so they could 69, while Vice fucked Kieran from a kneeling position on the bed. This left me and Vice with our hands and faces free, and as we fucked our respective partners I was surprised to find Vice working my nips - and doing a good job – again, so I returned the favor careful to find the right amount of pressure and intensity for someone I was sure was a newbie. As our four person fuck continued, I was able to reach the poppers giving us both two major hits and then doing a major snog with the str8 boy… and he smiled the whole time. Finally, I needed a breather, and frankly I needed to check the time. We all disengaged, everyone remarking how hot that had just been. It was time for me to check in with my hubby so while they hydrated and stepped out to piss then snacked a bit I stepped over to the window and called my husband’s Convention Hotel Room in New Hampshire. He told me how the first day went, then asked how many people were in my room… ah, he knows me so well! Telling him 3 (and that they were all even more his type than mine), he laughed heartily, reminded me to get SOME sleep and remember to eat… signing off with “see you Sunday” and “love you”, I turned to see the three guys watching, Kieran and Karl smiling and Vice shaking his head “He’s cool with all of this?” I nodded. “That’s just wickie unfair…” he concluded, shaking his head in mock resignation. We got back at it. Vice got a third manhole to try out, he was obviously enjoying the comparison. Kieran, before heading back to his room at 9:30, spent a little time topping me and a bit longer on Karl, then with a “see you later, cool meeting you Vice!” grabbed his stuff and headed out. The remaining three of us kicked back on the bed and blew clouds and watched some more DVD porn. Karl mentioned booty bumps, and Vice gave us each one and then insisted Karl and I demonstrate how one of my double-headed dildos worked. He chose the thicker of the 18-inchers which Karl got super lubed while Vice brought the bong over to us for a few more clouds. On our backs with our heads in opposite directions, the toy was first inserted into Karl’s well-fucked ass and then the other head to my play-loosened hole. “Now what?” Vice asked. “Ever play ‘Crab Soccer’ in Gym Class?” I replied. He sputtered and laughed while Karl and I crab-walked our way toward each other until our holes were kissing, with my right leg over his left and his right leg over my left. We both moaned and Vice was fascinated. We pushed back and forth a bit, then pulled away leaving a few inches of the toy exposed between us. “You want to take control of that?” Vice nodded while Karl huffed some poppers as I did a bit of Max Impact. The Str8 boy grabbed with his fist and pumped it side to side, then started twisting a bit, and finally began shaking his whole forearm, causing us to moan as it vibrated inside us. After a few minutes, Karl grabbed my hands and pulled us closer again, and indicated we should sit up. Our cocks came together between us and though some of the dildo was obviously no longer in either of us in this position, we were still filled nicely. Karl asked Vice to bring the bong and torch and feed us a hit a few hits, then stand on the bed straddling us. He took a few puffs, passed the bong back and forth between the houseboy and me, and as we held our last hits, he set the glassware down and stepped up and straddled us. Grabbing each other, Karl and I pinned him, Karl taking Vice’s cock in his mouth before exhaling his cloud all over it then beginning to suck, while I split Vice’s cheeks with one hand, inserting my tongue in his hole and releasing my cloud into and around his sweet opening. Bucking back and forth, I rimmed, Karl sucked, Vice moaned as his two companions serviced him and fucked each other slowly. Finally, our German fuckboy, let out a major grunt and blew a load over our stomachs and Vice’s lower legs. Around 11am we decided we needed some break time, and Karl was due for some house duties shortly. We had a couple of yogurts each, along with fruit, some Gatorade and a protein bar each. As we decompressed, Karl found out that Vice sort of assisted Lou, whom Karl knew professionally as it were, and that Lou was coming to my room around 4pm to see if anyone in the guesthouse might need his services. Karl said coming in as my guest was a good idea, and with the severe rainstorm most guests would likely stay in the guesthouse tonight and this would likely turnout to be one of the guesthouse’s infrequent but legendary all-house orgies. I’d been in one a few years prior, and it was very hot. Karl said he’d subtly let the “cooler” guests know to stop by my room late afternoon if they wanted anything ‘special’ for the evening’s festivities. We’d been hearing lots of stirring and movement about the house for over an hour, and there were going to be lots of guys out and about, pissing, showering and the like, and although Vice and I both wanted to shower, Karl could see Vice’s reluctance, so gathering up the toys we needed to clean he told us to follow him. Both of us in shorts only and carrying towels and guest toothbrushes - and Vice with his cap on and pulled low - Karl led us to the back stairs and down to the basement level where the houseboys lived, and laundry was done. While he cleaned the toys, he indicated the small communal showers down there that were intended for the houseboys and included sure-shots. After brushing our teeth, we both utilized the sure-shots. Fortunately, each of the commodes was enclosed, so Vice, and for that matter, me, could get squeaky clean without having to release in front of each other. We then went back to the showers where Karl joined us, as we got the morning’s sweat, lube and funk sluiced off, and Karl gave us each a quick couple of sucks. We dried and with our shorts back on, some new towels, and my cleaned toys in a bucket, we headed to the back stairs and started up. As we started our climb, we heard a voice whine “jeez, Karl, you could have at least SHARED them…”. Vice and I could only chuckle as we got back to my room. Somewhat fed and cleaned up, we opted for some down time (after all this was still only FRIDAY morning, with lots more to come we had to pace) so I put a DVD with some bi content in it on play silently, while playing some mellow meditation type music on my portable CD. Taking some melatonin and a bit of G each, we laid on the bed diagonally his pillowed head in one corner, mine on a pillow in the diagonally opposite corner with the porn on the dresser where we both could see without too much trouble. Settling in with our lower legs crossed somewhat, Vice pretty quickly closed his eyes while I spent a couple of minutes jotting a few notes in my sex diary then calling my voice mail at my office just to make sure nothing was blowing up while I was on vacation. I saw a text from Jimmy and responded that Vice was spending the day with me in my room… which resulted in some poorly spelled and obviously flabbergasted responses from poor Jimmy! Getting the necessary small chores out of the way and chuckling to myself about this str8 boy in my bed having an adventure, I too closed my eyes and slipped into a light doze. FRIDAY AFTERNOON FREAK AND FROLIC I was in that muzzy fugue state that comes with the not-quite-sleeping we experience during party breaks, so it took me a few seconds to add up all the sensations I was suddenly feeling. Hearing was first, a very familiar bubbling sound over the still playing meditation music. Then scent, as what must have been an extensive cloud wafted past my mouth and nose, with an undercurrent of fresh washed male, a hint of lube and the bottom note of the old knotty pine paneling on the guest house wall. Then touch, a soft rubbing from my nips to hardening cock and back, and a warm insistent burrowing to my now relaxed and well-stretched manhole… which was a bit strange since the water pipe was continuing to bubble. Realizing I had to open my eyes, I did so slowly and took in a remarkable and truly sexy sight. My until-now-limited-to-straight-sex-only companion was mostly upright against the pillows in his bed corner, fully naked, legs spread, one foot wandering my torso, tool and testicles, the other foot burrowing between my legs and continuing a gentle invasion of my hole. His plumped, half-staff sausage fell over one thigh exposing his hairy pucker temptingly… running my gaze up his tanned torso, over the slight belly that was actually sexy, to his well-sculpted pecs and bowling ball shoulders, his oversized biceps showing exceptional vascularity, he had no idea how hot he really was. He wore a smirk as he worked the torch and sucked more vapor from the swirling bowl. “Damn, now that’s nice to wake up to,” I drawled. Vice smiled ruefully and handed me the pipe, “you know, J, my girlfriend has never given me props like that, and you actually mean that, don’t you?” “Your lady obviously has some extensive vision problems my man, ‘cause you are seriously easy on the eyes.” He smiled wider and started with the foot work again. Now I will say truthfully that I do NOT have a foot fetish, those involve fantasy and serious concentration on specific body parts. That said, having spent so much time with man after man’s legs on my shoulders, you notice feet when they are just inches from either side of your face and I’ve learned to appreciate good examples of the male foot… and these, though tragically NOT on my shoulders, were exceptional examples. Long, lean, smooth soled with matching long lean well-proportioned toes – and well taken care of for a straight boy, nails trimmed and everything (thank god, as he’d been toe-fucking me, long sharp nails would have sucked…). So I did what I frequently do while fucking someone with hot feet, I took one in my mouth and started to suck on a big toe, blowing my cloud out around his foot. “oh, oh, oh fuck that’s wickie hawt J-man… damn but you’re givin’ me an education this weekend, woah.” I switched to his smaller toes with my tongue, as Vice continued, “damn man, you are a serious freak, except you’re not, you do wild rides like munching butt, and manhandling nips and sucking toes – shit chicks NEVER do, I mean mine would think it’s disgusting, and you turn it totally normal, and they feel so fine.” I stopped my oral attentions and shifted over to drop more crystals in the bowl. “Thank you, I appreciate that. Sex just isn’t freaky or weird to me, so long as all parties are enjoying it and it feels good, I say do it. Gotta admit, if your ass or feet were dirty, I wouldn’t do it – sweat doesn’t count by the way – but I like all the skin and all the parts of a hot male body, so when not experience it with as many senses as I can.” He nodded, seeming to really consider that. “I have to admit, man, that I’m totally impressed by YOU. I mean, a lot of straight guys would not be dealing well with all this, let alone enjoying it as you seem to be. I was a bit afraid I’d wake up and you’d be all pissed or something when you had time to think.” He actually laughed. “A week ago I would never have pictured the things I’ve done in the past day. I thought Lou was losing it when he talked me into heading over to Jimmy’s to play with you guys. And I am a bit ticked that he just abandoned me this morning. But I been lookin’ at it this way. This is a weekend for me to go totally wild and do things I’ve never done and might never do again, so why not enjoy it? The things you guys do to me and let me do to you feel awesome. Way better than the sex that bitch ever lets us have… I’m not even sure she actually LIKES sex, but damn YOU and your buds sure do!” He paused as I shot-gunned a big cloud to him, then let our tongues dance a little before I withdrew. “AND,” he said with great emphasis, “And, you guys make me feel like I’M actually hot, that I look good and people get off on my looks too, not just on the girl I’m with. So hell yeah, I’m going to enjoy every minute of this sex marathon weekend that’s more about what I want for a change.” Amazing, simply amazing, whether he ever hooked with guys again (and I thought he would even if he remained mostly on the hetero side) he was letting himself revel in being as much desired as desiring. Passing him the glass cock as I exhaled a smaller hit, I said “Good for you dude, enjoy it. But that never being told how fine you are, now that’s tragic, because you are a damn hot man. There’s no part of you that I don’t want to touch, lick, get penetrated by or well… damn, if you WEREN’T straight, I’d be all up in that hot hole right now giving back all the pleasure you banged into me.” Blowing his own cloud, he almost looked apologetic “yeah, just not sure that’ll happen, but if you want to get your hot mouth back there again, that’d be wickie cool. Let me take a few more hits so I can return the favor. In fact…” he leaned over to the supplies and picked up the two prepared booty bumps that we hadn’t used when Karl and I did two earlier, he handed me one and keeping the other. Catching the mood, I ditched the new age music, and turned the sound back up a bit on the porn, putting in one of my favorite vids that featured lots of rimming. Sucking down some Gatorade, we shot the bumps into our asses, and each took more pipe hits while the bumps got absorbed. “Holy shit,” Vice whispered as the bumps took us. I laid flat on the bed, propping two pillows under my neck and indicated to Vice to sit on my face. That hot hairy muscle butt came down, and sticking my tongue in his hole, blew my last cloud into and around it. He settled in, moaning, while I feasted. He really was tasty and obviously enjoyed it SO much. After a few more clouds of his own and a huff of poppers, he pushed two more pillows under my butt while hauling my legs back and dove into a fervent anal 69. We went at it like two starving men for almost a solid half hour, with just a few gasped breaths here and there. The pleasure factor was extreme for both of us and we rode the wave of feeling. Both needing to stretch our necks, brought cocks and balls into reach, and as I started sucking his piece, playing with the foreskin with my tongue, I was pleasantly surprised to feel him kissing, licking and tonguing my equipment a bit too. Inexpertly, yes, but honestly wanting to give pleasure back. We broke for breath almost telepathically and he asked if I was ready to have something bigger than his tongue inside me again. Of course I nodded yes, while wishing that he’d reciprocate on that too, but who knows maybe eventually. In the meantime, there was that nice sized uncut tool that needed a home. I was very pleased that he chose me on my back with my legs over his shoulders. Sliding some lube on, he sloooowwwwllllyyyy slipped back inside me. Wow. The kid had promise, lots of promise! The first round was a slow sensuous screw with him kissing me intensely and each of us working, squeezing, pinching the other’s nips. It was so slow and passionate it was almost bordered on romantic, except we kept chuckling and blowing some clouds too. Breaking after a good long fuck, we spent the next hour playing with toys, no ass penetration toys for him, but vibrators, cock pumps and what turned out to be his favorite, nipple suction cups. I have a full set of cylinders that have a screw attachment at the top that produce suction… they increase in diameter step by step from ¾ of an inch wide to 3 inches. We got his nips sucked up to over an inch and turned the screws until they drew them out off his chest by about the same amount, then he used the widest ones on me, astonished to see my already large nips get even bigger and sucked out a good two inches. Our cocks which had softened some while we worked the mechanics of the toys started to plump again, and I asked if I could try something. Nodding yes absently as he batted his hands at both his cups and mine, I stepped a bit closer, grabbed his cock and inserted my own into his foreskin, “docking” my circumcised tool into his natural one. It felt awesome rubbing our cockheads against each others while our cupped chests bounced off each other and drew moans from both of us. That’s where we were when Lou called Vice’s phone to let him know he was less than 10 minutes away and could we come down and let him in and bring him to my room. Vice shrugged and tried to remove his suction cups – I showed him how, and he gasped as I did. We quickly popped on some shorts and sneakers with me in a vest and Vice in one of my wifebeaters. Leaving the room, we paused to take a piss then headed downstairs to where Lou was already waiting on the porch.

Dave was stressed. He worked an upper level executive job and was overworked right now. There was a big merger happening and it was Dave's job to make sure everything went smoothly. He also was making sure no one lost their job. He was working 12-16 hours on a good day. He pretty much was sleeping at the office. Dave needed a break but was unable to get one. When it was finially finished he was told that the next project for him was going to start in a few days. No rest or vacation for him. He did take time for a regular check up with his doctor. The doc wanted to put Dave on medication but Dave refused. He knew it was his schedule and bad eating habits brought on by work that was the cause of his stress and high blood pressure. So instead Dave took more rest time. He would hit the gym on site for at least an hour a day, eat better and see a massage therapist at least once a week. He wanted someone who was trustworthy. Two friends that he had intrudiced to each other, Jack and Seth, who became really close in the past few weeks, told Dave about a guy they both used. They swore by him. He relieved their stress and open their eyes to a new way of thinking about life. He is so exclusive that you need to know a client before you gave an appointment. "He is the best ever." Seth claimed. Jack agreed, "He showed us how to be better and to embrace a new life, you need that." They gave him a business card. It said his name was "Z" and bosted that, "a PoZitive experience awaits for you." Dave thought it was nothing more then a play on words because of his name. He would soon find out the truth because he called and made an appointment. He asked for the full service, like his friends recomended. Dave went to the address on the day of the appointment. It was at an office complex not far from where he lived. Dave hit the intercom buzzer and was told everything was open for him. When he entered the office it was in almost total darkness. The only light came from many lit candles that were giving off a strong, but wonderful and relaxing, scent. Following the trail of candles he soon met Z. Since the room where the massage would happen had more then just candles lighting it Dave could see that Z was a great looking man in his early 20s. Z had brown hair that was longish and dark brown eyes like seemed to shine. He was in tremedious shape. He was shirtless and wore only shorts. "Not at all what I was expecting." Dave thought. Z shook his hand and said hello and welcome. When that happened Dave felt like a bolt of lighting jolted him and a fog started to hit him. "Get undressed and lie on the bed, om your belly." Z told him. Dave did as was told. The bed was big enough for four people to lie on it. Z then lit more of the same candles at the ends of the bed. Smal fans blew the smoke and that intoxicaiting scent into his nostrals. Dave felt himselh losing inhibiations. Then the massage started. Z rubbed Dave's back, neck and legs perfectly. Dave never felt such pleasure in his life. The oil used must have had the same thing that made the candles scent make him so relaxed. He could feel his dick getting hard. How was this happening. Dave is, was, straight. He never thought about doing anything sexualy with men. This was changing. Z soon did something really unexpected. He inserted a finger into Dave's ass. He was so relaxed that he put up no resistance. It was a tight fit though. Z rubbed the tip of his finger around and Dave thought he made some cuts. "Roll onto your back." Z said after removing his finger. Dave did as commanded. Z removed his shorts revealing the biggest dick he had ever seen. It was massive. "Are you ready for the PoZitive part of this?" Dave was confused but shook his head yes. Z thengrabbed Dave's ankles and lifted him them high in the air exposing his ass. Z then came in closer and started rubbing the head of his massive cock against Dave's virgin asshole. "Here is what you need." He looked up and in what sounded like a prayer said, "Thank you my MASTER for this." Then he pushed his dick into Dave so fast and hard that Dave screamed in pain. Z managed to get all of it inside of him. As Z pushed and pushed his dick into Dave he could feel his ass stretching and opening up to accept this invasion. Dave never felt anything like it. It was the best thing he ever experienced. Z was a master of fucking. He sped up and slowed down at the right times to make sure Dave was experiencing the best possible fuck. "Oh god, please keep fucking me." Dave whimpered. Z just smiled. Soon Z started breathing hard. "Here it comes, my Poz cum. My toxic demon jizz." He shot a load right into Dave's ass. Dave came at th same time. He thought it was going to end. "Just relax, I am no where near finished." Z kept fucking him. Dave's eyes rolled into the back of his head and passed out from the pleasure and the experience. He woke up to find that Z was still fucking him. "Once I start, I do not stop until I am done. And I was no where near done. You are getting my high viral loads. You are getting my gift." Dave knew that ment HIV but did not care. If he were to die right then and there it would be worth it. "Yes,fuck my ass. Give me HIV. Give me your blessed poison.: With those words Z shot another load into him. It looked like that was the last one because Z stopped. He allowed hisself to get softer while still inside Dave until he pulled out. Dave was exausted but Z procedded to lick Daves ass until he had plenty of cum in it. He then kissed Dave so he could taste what was now infrcting him. "Tasty?" Dave only nodded yes. They stayed in the bed for a litte while longer. Dave learned that there was a spell in the candles and oils that make one open to getting fucked by guys. "My MASTER taught me how to do it." "I am glad he did." Dave replied. "So what now?" "Now you go get checked and when you turn up poz we will celebrate." Dave knew that was going to happen real soon.

Great Story.... 18 months pussy-free now. I only want Cocks. And Like me.... His pussy days are over 🙂

So long as you’re compliant with taking it, Prep is super effective no matter how many bareback loads you take. Other STDs are another matter if you bareback. Let’s be honest…guys go on Prep so they can bareback. They only guys I’ve known who ran into trouble are guys who weren’t good on taking their meds.

I have taken around 400 / 500 bare loads since i been on prep, included toxic poz loads and i still be HIV negative. if u swallow prep right its very effective

as a top I like the sloppy hole. There is nothing better than yo put my cock where there is room for creative fucking that not only i enjoy but the receiver loves it. loose an juicy is also good to dig in with my face and suck on it. ready for fisting perfect for me. tight holes do not leave much room for that creativity

most guys who fuck dirty whores like me are really into using a nice loose pussy. they love my hole because it’s loose enough to take literally any huge cock pretty easily but its not too loose to get off an average or under average sized cock. once in awhile a guy with a small or really slim cock will tell me my pussy is too loose to feel after I take a few loads. a little lube or spit(cause I’m often prelude with previous guys loads.plus they like my my loose pussy actually feels like a real pussy and how slutty it feels. like they can tell I get fucked by a lot of men. when a stranger looks at my gaped out fuckhole dripping cum I want them to know what a dirty whore I am

Saved me a post. Exactly what I would have said word for word. Either you have the trophy boyfriend, condo on the upper west side and the sexless relationship, or you enjoy all the benefits of gay life. Most can’t have it all.

As much as I love taking loads in my arse and feeling the cum up there mixing with loads others have dumped and later having it felched or dribbling out, at the end of the day I'm just a cum junkie and happy to have a guys load in my mouth or over my face too!

Last time was week ago for the four days of Fist Fest where I engaged in a pile of public sex. Tonight is pup night at the local bar and I will e in my pup gear sucking cocks, taking cocks in me and getting my own fat meat fondled and stroked. If I'm still horny I will hit the bathhouse after that for even more open use.

I never notice

Hump Day It was nice seeing the city start to come back to life. I didn't even mind having to wait in line at the grocery store since the baggy sweats were gone and the guys of boystown were showing flesh again. Monday kind of sucked with the announcement that we'd be starting to go back to the office two days a week. I knew it was going to happen eventually and realized that two days a week really wouldn't slow down my adventures. I needed a couple days of rest to let my balls recover. I daydreamed a bit, thinking of all the guys I'd fucked over lockdown which, of course made my cock stiffen again. I tapped out a couple messages after my next zoom meeting and it didn't take long to set something up. The tap at the door around 10:30 PM was a welcome sound. I checked the peephole to make sure I didn't open the door naked on the wrong person. "Hello... sir" Dragonboy's cousin said tentatively followed by a huge grin on his face. He had been trying to learn more English but was still a little unsure of himself. "Hello. Come in" I replied. He was still in his work scrubs, not having stopped at home to clean up which appealed to me on two levels - he was just as eager to fuck as me and he was a little ripe from a day's work. There was a waft of sweat, pheromones and a few more scents as he walked past me into my condo. "I hope you ok with me... coming here from work. No shower" he asked, pulling the top over his head. "It's good. I like it that way" I replied, taking the top from his hand and wadding it up before I held it to my nose and inhaled deeply. I tossed it toward the door and looked back at him with a smile on my face. The cousin chuckled and pushed the bottoms of his scrubs off too and stood there in a red jockstrap. It surprised me since I didn't think of him as an athletic guy. He was more the bikini brief kind of guy in my mind. He recognized my look and said "My cousin said these made it easy for men to..." I wasn't sure if he couldn't remember the English word "fuck" or just didn't want to say it. My cock was already getting hard, just seeing him standing there almost naked, ready to get recharged with more of my seed. I could have just pushed him against the wall and fucked him right away, but he took the initiative and dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock. The first few bobs on my cock were slow and got me fully hard, helped by his moaning around my dick. Quickly, he got more aggressive and began fucking his face on my shaft. It felt good plowing into his throat but it seemed that his intention was to get my cock ready for his ass as quickly as possible. I kinda wondered if he wasn't doing a lot of quickies at the hospital where he worked. With my hands on each side of his head I followed him for a few more strokes until he went all the way down again. I held him there, his face pressed hard into my pubes and my cock firmly lodged into his throat. I didn't count like I did with most of my cocksuckers, I just waited to feel him struggle. It took a several more seconds than I expected, but when I let him go he gasped for air and looked up at me smiling, with spit dripping off his chin. A lot of spit was dripping off my cock too and with a nod he stood up and I led him to the low shelves in front of the windows. He braced himself and spread his legs like the experienced bottom that he was. My fingers traced along his crack and when I pressed deeper I found a very wet hole. He giggled, knowing that I was a little surprised at him showing up pre-loaded. "A doctor at my work... very horny" he explained. I laughed as I started to drag my stiff cock between his ass cheeks, adding the doctor's cum to the cousin's spit. "Does he know you are toxic?" I asked, pressing the head of my cock to his hole and sliding in easily. There still seemed to be a lot of cum inside his fuck chute and I wondered how he got home without losing most of it. I was three quarters of the way in and could feel the slickness as he gripped my shaft. "I do not think so. I suck him with my clothes on then he make me bend over a desk and then pulls my bottom down just enough to insert himself in me" the cousin replied. I grabbed each of his shoulders while I was pulling back which let me brace properly for the drilling I was about to give him. Once Dragonboy and I had found out what a well used bottom he was, he no longer pretended to be inexperienced. All of our fucks after that were so much better and uninhibited. I wasn't sure what he would grunt out when I would thrust in especially hard, but it was never "No." At one point, I picked him up and laid him on his back, resting on the top of the shelves. My cock slammed in as I stared at him, his mouth going from an O as he gasped for breath to a big smile. He seemed to be as happy as I had ever seen him. I pounded him like this for several more minutes and then picked him up. His arms were wrapped around my neck and his legs around my body as he bounced on cock, moaning in my ear. When my breathing began to get labored, he whispered in my ear "give me more of your poison." Taking a few steps back, I leaned against the end of the couch. He began to ride feverishly, slamming down on my hips as my cock plunged deep inside him, his inner ring no longer showing any resistance. I noticed his cock was rock hard and poking out the top of the pouch. I pulled the strap under his balls and watched his cock bounce along as he rode me. Another few minutes and my balls were pulled up tight and ready to empty their load into his guts. He pushed down and gripped my cock as tight as he could and that drove me over the edge. My cock pulsed inside him, spraying my viral cream deep inside his body. After the third or fourth spurt, I felt his cock shooting his own load between us. I chuckled before saying "You shouldn't waste any of that cum, it needs to get planted inside a hungry hole." He giggled again and said "I did this morning with one of my work mates." "So, you've been sharing your bug. Have you given it to anyone yet? Gotten them sick?" I asked while he stood there, impaled on my slowly softening cock. He looked down at me and grinned. "Three by myself and one with my cousin. The one my cousin calls the runner was first" he said, beaming. I reached over and rubbed my thumb over the end of his cock, scooping up a drop of his tainted seed before licking it up. "Good. You like to share your gift. But... I thought your cousin was just a bottom" I said. The cousin nodded back with an even bigger grin. "He only fuck since he got sick. I do not know how many he has, but I hope we share another guy. It was fun" he said. My own face had a grin on it, knowing that Dragonboy was sharing the bug he worked so hard to get. The cousin leaned forward and my cock popped free. He scurried over to his clothes and pulled out a small plug and pushed it into his ass, before coming back to me. I gave him a slow, deep kiss before slapping his bare ass. "Thanks" I said as he headed back to his clothes by the door. He was dressed in only seconds and he smiled back at me. "Thank you. My... pussy? is always open for you" the cousin said before opening the door and heading down the hall. I was sure Dragonboy would be able to smell the cum on his cousin's body but wondered if he knew most of it was mine. -- Tuesday was one of those slow paced days with nothing crazy going on at work. I felt good having emptied my balls the night before and I didn't even feel the need to cruise any of the apps or sites all day. Wednesday was a different beast. It was non-stop phone calls and video conferences until mid afternoon. I finally finished dealing with the boatload of work email at five and spent the next few hours trying to get some of my regular work done. There was something gnawing at my brain most of the evening that I had something else I needed to do. It was almost 9pm when I closed the laptop and my mind shifted out of work mode. RJ had mentioned a DJ over at the bathhouse and I knew it would be steamy inside even with a smaller crowd. A shower before going over would probably be a waste of time and besides, I kinda wanted to be sweaty even before I arrived. I did change out of my video conference clothes and into something more appropriate. A jock, jogging shorts and a tank felt right. Grabbing some poppers and lube, I headed out, figuring I'd get a short run in and stop at the bath house after. "Just goin' for a run, Gordon" I said to the doorman before I stepped outside into the warm, muggy night. I took the long way over to the bathhouse, jogging at a mild pace but still working up a nice sweat. I guessed at the time but turned at the next corner and found my way over to my destination. There was only a small group waiting in line and I looked to see if RJ was one of them. The three guys in front of me seemed to be together and one by one they would look back at me and check me out not showing any expression whether they liked what they saw. "Probably too old for them" I laughed to myself. Looking down the street behind me, I saw RJ run around some guys who were clearly headed for the line. "Glad you could make it" he said a little breathlessly. "Yeah, I went for a short run and thought I'd stop by to see if this DJ is as good as you said. You should run more often... it builds up your stamina" I replied with a sly grin. We made our way inside a few minutes later and I dropped my clothes in the locker and joined RJ on the dance floor. We both looked around as the music thumped along seeing what other horned up guys were out. It was a decent size crowd and pleasantly diverse. Lots of different shapes, sizes and colors filled the ever changing crowd. After fifteen minutes of dancing and checking out the scenery, I nudged RJ and pointed towards the stairs. We made our way off the dance floor and headed up the stairs along with a few other people. Walking down the main hallway on the second floor I asked RJ "No room tonight?" and he laughed. "Never used the one I got last time... gonna save the money tonight" he replied, leaning in close. I grabbed the back of his head, raised my arm and pushed his face into my pit while pressing him against the wall. I could feel him breathe the smell in while his tongue lapped at my sweaty armpit. I knew from past experience that a sweaty pit was just as good as poppers for him and after a minute or two pushed him over to my other pit. He gave the new one just as much attention as the first before slowly sinking down on to his knees. His tongue flicked over my nip and abs as he went down and began slurping on my mostly hard cock that was poking out of the towel. The towel was soon slung over my shoulder, giving him better access. I let him nurse my dick fully hard as guys walked passed us in the hallway. Some would make a comment but all kept walking. They would look into the playroom nearby and kept going. That usually meant nothing was happening there so I grabbed RJ by the arm and tugged him to his feet. Dragging him into the room, I saw it was completely empty which I didn't think ever happened. Giving him a gentle push, RJ moved over to the sling and stood there, the canvas seat resting against the back of his thighs. I pressed my hand to his chest and he laid back, adjusting himself and then raising his legs. Putting his feet in the loops, I draped my towel over the bars and moved between his legs. My cock was pointed right at it's next target and with a tug on his legs my partially covered head was pressed to his hole. "You need this again?" I asked, letting my pre coat the pucker. "Yeah... Nothin like feeling that big poz dick wrecking my guts. My ass was sore 'til Monday from our last fuck" he replied with a grin. I gave him a little push away and then tugged back, poking my cock inside. He let out a growl as I held him still, letting him get used to the invasion. I heard a few guys whispering to each other behind me but about the only word I could make out was "poz." I pushed RJ away, my cock popping free of his tight hole and then tugged harder, driving about a third of my bare cock into his ass. One of the guys that was behind me came around and held out a condom packet. It was one of the guys before me in the line outside. "Here... you should be using one of these" he said, staring at me. "Nah, we're good. We always fuck raw" I replied, thrusting my hips into RJ and beginning to fuck him. The condom nazi shook his head and marched off muttering "assholes." Another guy from behind me came around the side and I prepared for another shaming for barebacking at the bathhouse. "Nevermind him, he's pissed since his boyfriend got pozzed here a few years ago. I only fuck bare too... nothing better" he said, stroking his cock as I plowed into RJ. I breathed a sigh of relief and thought "couldn't have been me - I was undetectable a couple years ago." My strokes built up speed, pounding into RJ's cunt and hearing the chains jangle. RJ started to get vocal, begging for me to fuck him harder. I laughed since I was already hammering him pretty hard. Grabbing his legs, I held him still and then let my hips drill into his looser hole. The guy that was watching us cried out "Oh FUCK!" and I watched ropes of his jizz shoot across and land on RJ's abs and chest. Once his balls were empty, he disappeared into the darkness, his spot taken by two latino guys. They stood off to the side, gently stroking while they watched me fuck. My pace slowed as I started to fight off the impending orgasm. I glanced over and the two guys looked pretty ripped with some thick dicks in their hands. One was my height and the other a few inches shorter. Both had quite a lot of ink on their bodies but all I saw for jewelry was a single stud in their ears. One had a little chin patch of fur and the other a trimmed chinstrap beard with no 'stache. Other than that, they could have been brothers. I turned my attention back to RJ and began to fuck hard again, using the sling to my advantage. I was pushing him off my dick and then planting my cock back in balls deep. I was getting encouragement from both RJ and the guys watching as the pressure built in my balls. Leaning forward, I grasped RJ's shoulders and drove my cock in one more time, growling as my cock expanded and then began to spew its toxic load inside my buddy's gut. After the first few shots, I felt RJ's hole clamp down and more of his jizz spray over my chest. He moaned loudly as we both shook from our orgasms. "Breed him good, dude" one of the onlookers said as I leaned back with RJ's cum dripping down my chest. I began a slow thrust with my hips, churning up the cum in his ass until my cock got too soft. I stepped back, my cock pulling free of RJ's now puffy hole. The taller of the two guys asked "Mind if I use that pussy?" "I don't... but you gotta ask him" I replied, backing up more as the guy approached. RJ nodded yes and I grabbed my towel, wiping my cock off. I could see the guy better now and noticed the bulging veins on his arms and legs along with a prominent biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. With RJ being Mr. PrEP, he had nothing to worry about but it was always hot watching a guy take a toxic load or three. I stood next to his buddy and watched as the guy began to fuck RJ, waiting a few minutes before heading out to see what other guys were around.

just unloaded twice in a sexy ftm today. first time ever and loved it!!!! so wet, tight 'n begging for daddy cum to breed him.....

Married guys and the kinkier older guys I like to go for... but as I have said before, the more you put in to the fun on there, the more is put in you 😉

Top here. Not a hung dick. I prefer looser holes. It feels so amazing sliding inside a hole that opens up for me. I have fucked very tight holes and it is not pleasurable. It hurts. I love to pound a hole especially when I get ready to cum. I can shoot several times so a hole that is loose and a guy that can take pounding until I"m drained of cum is my fav.

Chapter 9 I was kind of glad that Austin and Walter were not home yet. I needed to talk to Duke more about this evening. "Duke, I need you to understand something about this evening. This is your coming out party. You will be meeting a variety of people and they are all there to have a piece of you and share a piece of themselves with you. After tonight you will be fully owned and your life will never be the same. Tonight will also be a good time for you to put on the best show possible and maybe get some guys to tip you with cash. Do you understand all this?" "Yeah, I think so. You're telling me make sure I play my part with all the guys and I can make some easy money. I dont know why they dont teach us this is school. This has been so much fun and so easy." Just as he finished that sentence in walked Austin and Walter. "Hey sorry we were gone for so long. We got distracted and things ended up taking longer than we thought. Hey Austin wanna go get our game on now?" "Sure" Off they went to Austin's room. Just like clock work 7:15 rolled around and out came Duke. "Hey can you take me now?" "Just give me a few minutes and we can go." I texted my owner and told him my prey was eager and ready. That we were leaving soon. He responded "Perfect. Just a heads up we have over 60 confirmed and paid for guests. I am sure as the night goes on we will have more. I also told people if they wanted to go twice on him that would be an additional fee. Do you think we should lock his penis up so he doesnt just cum and be over it?" I responded, "Holy hell. He is going to be beyond destroyed. I think we should start with his penis locked up and eventually let it out. But perhaps we should also bring some other restraints aside from the sling, perhaps a blindfold and gag ball too?" "You read my mind. I already have a whole bag packed." Off we went. We arrived at the store front again. Duke and I got out and went inside. My owner was already there and said, "oh who do we have here? This looks pretty yummy. Get out of those clothes boy and get over here." With that Duke immediately stripped down to nothing and walked over to my friend. My friend examined him and then told him. "Well just so we make sure you enjoy yourself all evening. We are going to be locking your cock up. I will be holding the key and at some point will come release you from the cage so that way you can cum too. However, your focus needs to remain on the guys and doing whatever they say." With that he continued to lock up my prey. I was sad at first but new it was only right that my owner does as he wants. Then he broke out a collar and leash. He put them both on him and started making him walk around the front of the store like a dog. He told him that instead of a traditional bark he had to say "fuck me" and say it over and over again. Then he goes, "I am going to have guys use this sharpie to record shooting their cum into you. At the end of the night we will see many loads you successfully took and you will be rewarded accordingly. Also, remember tonight you are not a person just merely a toy for people to use and fill. You got this boy?" Duke looked up, "Yes, I know I am to do whatever I am told and collect cum. That's my sole purpose in life." With that he opened the door and the room was packed! He led my prey in on his leash on all fours. Said to Duke, "speak like a good puppy." Duke right on cue, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me". I knew this was going to an eventful experience for all....

Part 12 We headed back to the motel room, but not before exchanging some info with Sergei and the tattooed trucker, whose name was Brad. He had to unload his truck later, but would be here all night. Sergei's truck was already unloaded, and he too was an overnighter, so he would be over again in a while. Both guys knew other truckers that would be passing through, only too happy for a hole to dump a load in. Hank, the tattooed guy from the live show, texted me during Colt's trailer fuck, hoping for another round. So shortly after we had been back at the room, he was knocking on the door. I let him in to find Colt ready and waiting. I had decided Colt would be blindfolded for the rest of his adventure. He would no longer be a whore, or a slut, but merely just a thing, a hole (or two), a true cumdump. Like he wanted. Like he deserved. In addition to the thick, leather blindfold, I had placed a thick leather collar around his neck, and his cuffed wrists were attached to the rings on the collar. I had also put a leather harness on him that we had purchased, to give the tops something to grab onto and really pound his cunt. The pair of leather ankle restraints completed his look for the night. Hank just smiled his approval and grabbed his crotch as he eyed that big, perfect, hungry ass sticking up, just waiting to be filled. And he wasted no time. He just unbuckled his jeans, grabbed the harness, and rammed his fat 10 inch cock right into Colt in one hard slam. Colt let out a loud moan of pleasure as a cock he couldn't even see started pounding him. I let Colt huff on some poppers while he got plowed and just smiled as I eventually watched Hank go ridged as he pumped his load deep inside Colt. Colt was cleaning off Hank's slimey cock when there was another knock on the door. It was Sergei, ready for more as well. "I see pig has kept busy. That is good." He said in his thick accent. He browsed around our toys and supplies, picking up a syringe. "When is last time pig had shot?" He asked me. "Been quite a while." I answered. "Then is time." Sergei announced. I watched as he expertly prepared a needle, and soon we had unclasped one of Colt's arms and had the needle stuck in. As soon as Colt was flying, Sergei went to work. He quickly flipped Colt onto his back and with some rope he found in our supplies, he soon had Colt's ankles tied to the rings in his collar, leaving his legs spread wide and his flaming red hole exposed and vulnerable, dripping cum. For good measure, he picked up a jockstrap and shoved it in Colt's mouth, securing it with duct tape, but not before he had the three of us spit on it several times. Sergei pulled out some nipple stretchers and attached them to Colt's tits, twisting on the suction and pulling the tender nips out a good inch. Then he picked up a riding crop from our toys, and without even a moments hesitation, brought it right down on Colt's defenseless hole. Colt shrieked into the gag, probably from as much surprise as pain. "Yes pig, let me hear your screams!" The sadistic Russian growled as he brought the crop down several more times as hard as he could. Colt just screamed into the gag as his sweaty body jerked in it's bonds. My cock just throbbed, as did Hank's as we sat there, sharing a pipe and watching the show. Sergei continued his assault on Colt's hole until he grew tired of it. Then, he picked up a large butt plug. This one was a monster that was 15" and had 5 fat distinct plugs, one on top of the other. Sergei placed the tip against Colt's hole. He pushed it in past Colt's distended ass lips, until the fattest part of the first plug was stretching Colt's aching hole. Then he placed the sole of his boot against the base of the plug. Taking a deep breath, the Russian extended his leg and rammed the entire full length of the plug all the way into Colt's guts. Colt let out a long scream into the gag as his head thrashed back and forth. Colt's started to shreik again as Sergei began beating Colt's balls with the crop. Over and over he laid into Colt's nuts as Colt continued to scream. I should have stopped him, I thought, but I was too fascinated by the scene before me. Every stroke brought a fresh scream from Colt as his body convulsed and writhed in pain as the Russian laughed a cold, evil laugh. Every muscle would tense up as he fought to somehow protect his balls, but was completely unable to. My cock just throbbed and leaked watching his torment. Finally, Sergei tired of abusing Colt's balls. Just as he was taking a breather, there was another knock on the door. I opened the door to find another man standing there. "Sergei said there was American pig in here." He said to me. "That is Yuri." I heard Sergei say behind me. "He is one of several men I told to come by. Told them there was pig pussy to fuck and abuse." "Well hot damn." I said, moving away from the door. "Come on in." Yuri brushed aside me and removed his shirt. He wasn't wirey like Sergei, he was built like a barrel. He didn't say a word as he looked at Hank sitting there. Sergei and he started speaking in Russian, and Yuri just walked over to Colt and grabbed the ring at the base of the monstrous plug. He pulled it all the way out causing Colt to howl into the as his ass lips opened and closed around each fat ripple of the plug. They both just laughed. Then they really went to town. Yuri pounded Colt's pussy as hard as he could with the plug, ramming it in and out while Sergei began beating Colt's body with the crop. He beat Colt's ass, his thighs, his chest and arms and the soles of his feet. He didn't stop until angry welts covered Colt's massive body. I guess Colt was going to have to wear a long sleeve shirt after this weekend until the welts went away. Eventually, Yuri ripped the plug from Colt's ass and replaced it with his own fat member. He pounded Colt's ass as he spat on his face and spewed forth Russian. After about five minutes of heavy slamming, he tensed up and unloaded into Colt. Then, with no further explanation, he just got dressed and left. That's how the rest of the day and evening went. Strange men would arrive, abuse Colt's body and ass, then leave, while I sat back and enjoyed every second of it. About 11 men came during that period, giving Colt more abuse than even I had imagined for him. Finally, around 11, there was a hard pounding on the door. "Open up. It's the police!" A voice shouted. My heart lept into my throat until I remembered about Habib's friends. I peeked out the window and saw to huge cops with Habib standing behind them, which assuaged my fears. One of them was about my size, but the other was bigger than even Colt! But just as I was about to open the door, the lock turned and it swung open and the two big cops pushed their way into the room. "What the fuck is going on in here?" One of them bellowed as Sergei and the only other trucker left there, whose name I didn't even know, scrambled to grab their clothes and ran out the door. A sweat broke out on me. Maybe these weren't Habib's cop friends. Maybe we just got busted for real! I started to panic as the bigger of the two grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me, slamming me chest first into the cinder block wall. Then I felt the cold metal and heard the clicking of the handcuffs. "Oh fuck!" I thought to myself. This is real! We're going to jail! My heart beat through my chest as I watched the other cop pull Colt's blindfold off him before shining a light in his eyes. I could barely breath as the bigger cop pressed his weight against me into the wall. Then the other cop walked over to our drug stash and fingered through it. "Hoo Whee!" He drawled. "Looks like you boys are in a big ole heap of trouble!" My mouth went dry as my heart pounded. "You could be put away for YEARS with all this shit you got!" "Please." I started to meekly say before the bigger cop shoved his weight against me, knocking the air out of me. "You better shut the fuck up faggot!" He growled into my ear. "Unless you want to get hurt real bad!" Tears welled in my terrified eyes as I envisioned my future in prison. The other cop ran a gloved hand over Colt's welted up ass, and I could see the fear in his eyes as well. "We were promised some hot pussy." Said the other cop as he inserted a few gloved fingers into Colt's gaping, dripping hole. "But it looks like this here cunt has been busted six ways from Sunday. I don't want to fuck no hamburger looking cunt!" "Well, I bet this here bitch has got a nice tight one!" Said the bigger cop as he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "Don't ya faggot!" He shouted in my ear. "Y...yes sir." I could barely emit through my fear. "That's right you do bitch!" He snarled as he threw me face down on the bed. My head landed just inches from Colt's, and from the angle, we could see perfectly into each other's eyes. I could not only see his fear up close, I could smell it. The bigger cop didn't even bother to pull my shorts down, he just simply ripped them open, exposing my entire ass. "I think this bitch needs some punishment first!" Declared the smaller cop as he picked up the crop. He moved behind me and wasted no time laying into my bare ass. The first strike brought a scream from my mouth and laughter from the cops. The bigger cop simply picked up a jockstrap that was lying around and shoved it in my mouth. Then he picked up the leather paddle. The two cops took turns on my ass, beating it until it burned like fire and I was screaming and sobbing into the jock gag. Then they finally stopped, and I heard the sound of pants being undone. I knew it was the smaller cop that was going to go first, which I was thankful for, as I could see the bigger cop examining Colt's ass. The smaller cop grabbed some lube, and before I knew what hit me, had rammed his sizeable cock right into me. I howled in pain as I felt his gloved hands grab hold of my hips and start pounding. Through tear stained eyes I could see the bigger cop take his night stick and ram it right into Colt, causing him to groan. Colt and I stared as best we could into each other's eyes as we were seperately violated, both of us helpless to the situation. The smaller cop pulled the jock out of my mouth and yanked my head back. As I panted in time to his hard thrusts, the bigger cop pulled the nightstick out of Colt's ass and rammed it into my mouth. I was instantly flooded with the taste of countless loads of anonymous cum mixed with ass juices and blood. "Stick out your tongue queer, and clean off you boyfriend's juices!" The bigger cop ordered me. I did as I was told and the bigger cop started to run it over my tongue. I was overwhelmed by the taste of it, and without even realizing it, I started to lick the thing of my own volition, lapping at it like a hungry puppy, slurping every bit of slime off it. This made the cops laugh again. "Look at this disgusting little faggot!" Sneered the cop fucking me. "Can't get enough of his bitch boyfriend's nasty ass! What a fucking pig!" I didn't care what he was saying, in fact, it was turning me on and my cock got hard for the first time since this ordeal had started. The smaller cop eventually put his gloved hands around my throat and started squeezing as he let out a gutteral moan and pumped his seed deep inside me. When he had finished, he twisted my head around and forced his messy cock into my mouth. I didn't even try to resist as I dutifully licked and sucked the slimey cock clean. But a new fear took over as I looked at the bigger cop who had removed his pants. His cock was probably the biggest cock I had ever seen. Definitely bigger than Colt's and probably even bigger than Dante's! I started sweating just looking at it. The bigger cop just laughed as he saw me tremble. "Yea, that's quite the monster, isn't it?" He taunted me. "My Texas longhorn is legendary around here. No bitches pussy is ever the same after these 13 fat inches of pure Texas beef!" I could feel the fear sweat drip into my eyes. "Hey," he said to the other cop, "why don't you go grab the bat? We haven't used that for a while. I think the bitches pussy ass boyfriend would enjoy that!" "Good idea." The smaller cop drawled, and off he went, returning mere moments later brandishing and aluminum bat. The bigger cop, meanwhile had re-gagged me with the jock and had grabbed a couple of rags and a bottle of poppers. "Don't never say I don't at least a little mercy in me." He drawled as he tied the popper soaked rags over Colt's and my noses. Quickly, both out eyes went totally glassy. I could barely focus and see the smaller cop lubing up the aluminum bat. "On the the count of three." I heard the bigger cop say. "1..........2........3!" Colt and I screamed simultaneously into our gags as both our asses were ripped apart at the same time. You know they say you see stars? I saw fucking stars! The whole room spun around as a pain I had never felt before ripped through my asshole and deep into my guts. It was worse than first time Colt fucked me. And I could see in his eyes he was in about as much pain as I was as the bat plunged deep inside him. We both just layed there, unable to do anything about the brutal rapings both our asses were receiving. The bigger cop just held onto my shoulders as he pounded his tree sized cock deep into my bowels. The room continued to spin and I think I blacked out a couple of times during the ordeal. I have no idea how long it lasted, but thankfully the pain subsided a bit and almost felt somewhat pleasurable. But after a good long while, the bigger cop wrapped his massive biceps around my throat and squeezed it tight as he pounded my hole as hard as he possibly could until he finally flooded my insides with another load of hot cum before collapsing on me. After he had pulled, made me clean off his cock with my mouth and had gotten dressed, he finally undid the handcuffs. "You did good bitches." He said to both of us. "We'll be in touch again, don't you worry about that. We need to try this other fine piece of meat out." He said, smacking Colt's ass. "When it's not busted open already. Oh, and don't worry. We got your information, we know how to find you faggots. Now," he said to me, "we're going to take off, but you're going to let Habib here get off, right bitch?" "Yes Sir." I replied as the cops laughed and left, and Habib mounted my sore hole. After the monster I had just had up there, Habib's cock was like a walk in the park. I just layed there and let him do his thing until he dumped his load up in me to join the others. As soon as he left, I undid all of Colt's restraints, including his cage, and he just scooped me into his arms and we layed there on the bed for a while, me nestled into his muscular chest. Finally, he raised up my chin and looked into my eyes. "Hey baby." He whispered. "I love you." As he kissed me tenderly. "Oh God Colt," I whispered back. "I love you too. I love you so much. I was scared you might be mad. That maybe things got too out of control." "Oh no baby!" He assured me as he kissed me all over. "I loved every fucking second of it! I mean, I got freaked out when those cops came and I thought we were going to jail, but when I realized what was really happening, I had never felt more alive! And when they raped your ass, fuck! Part of me was so jealous. I wanted those cocks in me. But when I looked into your eyes, and even though you were in pain, I could tell you liked it. And baby, that got me so fucking hot. That cage had never felt tighter around my cock." "I did like it Colt." I confessed to him. "I liked it a lot." "I know you did baby." He said as he crawled between my legs, kissing me deeply. "I know you did, my little meth pig." He whispered in my ear as he slid his big, hard cock into me. I just let out a low moan as he buried himself deep inside me. "Oh baby." He moaned. "You're so wet and juicy. You feel so good around my cock." "Oh yea." I groaned. "I'm your little meth whore." He looked deep into my eyes. "We're each other's little meth whores." He said kissing me again. We didn't fuck this time. We made love. It was like we were really one. We couldn't get enough of each other's mouths as his cock inside me became the only thing that mattered in this whole world. I knew as I held him as tight as I could, that no matter what, nothing would ever tear us apart. And as he buried himself in me and gave me his precious load, I came too, bathing our stomachs in my sticky nectar. After we both had calmed down, while his cock was still inside me, I started to feel that familiar warm feeling as he filled my guts with the second most precious thing to come from his cock. And my heart swelled.

I often have porn playing in the playroom during a scene. I don't own porn with music tracks. It's for the grunts and groans--to heighten the aural experience. We never sit and watch it. I might catch something out of the corner of my eye and think--"I should get the speculum out, too.".

Like all platforms it has many timewasters and pic collectors, but honestly I get more from fabguys than anywhere else

When I tested positive for HIV, it all changed. I was a married man who was cheating on my wife with someone from work. I started an affair with this hot guy from work who made my feelings about being homosexual all change . We both started to chase at the same time. And this affair lasted two years when he won . Not to long before the party he was out from work. He seroconverted around the time of the party. At a holiday party we both screwed each other and soon after I seroconverted. We had both tested negative in our last tests . I tested positive in January. When I was told, I knew it would be that I would be positive. I too had a hardon leaving the doctors office. My wife soon divorced me for the affair. And outed me to family and friends. That was six years ago. I love being POZ!

I go to the homeless area in the city and pay $10 to each homeless man to breed me. they stink from not being washed. There’s a lane way near the safe injection room our government has for junkies they need money too $10 for a load in my ass. I took 22 loads from strangers last week. still chasing but can’t convert anyone in Australia want to help me convert

It’s hit or miss. Pre-pandemic, I had only visited a dark room once. That night, I probably had a dozen or more cocks in me. I didn’t see any of the men who bred me. I was shocked at my next doctor visit when I was free of STDs. On Memorial Day, I went back to a different sex venue and was hungry for cock after quarantine. I didn’t want to see who was fucking me and just wanted to get fucked by a lot of guys. I went to the dark room and dropped my shorts. I lost track of how many cocks I took after 15. I’m going back this weekend. I’ll be very surprised if I stay bug free.

This story is so hot. I’ve been fucked a few times by a couple of men wasting with full blown AIDS - one (Gary) regularly for probably a few months - and this story took me back to those sessions. Both of mine were such a delectable mix of gratitude and passion for fucking my cunt, for servicing my every need but somehow never lose the lecherous gleam in his eyes and his grin that simultaneously dared me to deny him what he wanted. It was almost intoxicating when Gary would lean in and kiss me, grope me, pinch and bite and lick me as he’d press his cock against my body as he’d manoeuvre me into the position where he could just ease himself into my cunt. And that look in his eyes as he was effortlessly balls deep and telling that he was already marking my cunt with his pre-cum. He loved the death talk. He loved telling me how his DNA was seeding my cunt. His schtick was to tell me how powerless I was when his cock was in me; how he could do anything he wanted; he’d test me by doing anything he wanted (especially things he knew weren’t my thing), only to, once he’d bent me to his will, then intensify the passion with which he was fucking me and telling me how beautiful I was for giving him everything he could want. He may’ve been older and skeletal and missing teeth and, yes, sometimes covered in sores but the intensity of his fucking was amazing. He could fuck all night; leak cum continuously and still shoot huge loads that, to this day, are among the strongest I’ve ever felt inside me. I loved the entire experience. Neither took unfortunately. But I always offer my arse to the men who look like they’ve got full blown AIDS. I’d love to have a regular load of full blown AIDS again.

Part 7 As soon as I opened the truck door, I was hit with the smell of piss. Colt sat there in the driver's seat, shivering a bit. "Slide over bitch." I said, and Colt scooted over to the other side. "Do you have my clothes?" He asked. "You mean these?" I replied pulling his phone out of his jean's before tossing everything into the truck bed as I climbed in the cab. "Don't worry, you don't need them yet." Colt looked at me with confusion. "And don't worry, I also have these." I said as I dangled the keys in front of him. "Thank god." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Can you take it off now?" He asked. "Yea....I don't think so." I answered. "What do you mean, I have to keep wearing it?" "Yup, and the plug too, for as long as I say. I am your Master, remember slave?" I taunted him. He just broke out into a big grin. "Whatever you say Sir!" He giggled. "Oh it's not funny bitch!" I said as I slapped him across the face. I was really getting into this. "For the rest of the weekend, I own you. Got that slut?" I glared at him. "Yes Sir." He replied, more humbly this time. "That's better, now kiss me." I ordered as I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into me. Our lips met and I could feel him melt into me. He radiated the smell of piss and b.o., but instead of being disgusted, it made my cock stir. It made me hot to have him smelling like the well used whore he was. We made out passionately for a few minutes before I pushed him off of me. "On the floor bitch!" I commanded him. "That's where slaves belong." "Yes Sir!" He replied as he scrambled to the truck floor. These next couple of days were going to be fun! I cranked up the truck and started driving. "So how do you feel slave?" I asked him. "Good Sir." He replied. "Sore. Can't imagine what I'm gonna feel like when I come down." "Well, that won't be for a while." I said, patting the goodies in my shirt pocket. "In fact, load us a fat bowl." I pulled out a baggie and a pipe. "But text your dad first." I said as I tossed him the phone. "Tell him your spending the weekend at my place." I smiled as Colt obeyed me without a word. Soon we were passing the pipe back and forth as we sped down the road. After a bit, I felt the urge to piss. "I gotta piss, slave." I announced. Colt replied, as if forgetting his current status, "I don't think we should pull into a gas station right now, Sir." "You stupid cumdump!" I admonished him as I slapped him hard. "Who said anything about a gas station? Now take my dick out and drink my piss!" Colt moved without another thought and popped open my fly, fishing my soft cock out and wrapping his lips around it. I let loose with my chem piss and softly groaned as his warm, wet mouth sucked down my every drop. What a good piss pig. "Um, Sir?" Colt began sheepishly. "I need to piss too." Well sure he did, what with all the piss he drank earlier. But if I knew Colt, I'm sure he had some empty bottles amongst the trash under the seat. I told him to dig around, and he managed to find an empty gatorade bottle. He placed his piss hole opening over the opening of the bottle and let loose, quickly filling it up. "Um, Sir?" He looked at me. "The bottles full and I still have to piss more." "Well, that is a conundrum now, isn't it slave? Guess you'll just have to empty the bottle. Now drink it down like a good little piss pig, then you can refill it." Damn I was loving my new superior position over Colt. He knew there was no point in arguing as he raised the bottle to his lips and chugged it down before quickly filling it up again. "Sir?" He began again. "I still have more piss in me." "Damn you've got a big bladder. Well, that sucks for you, cause we're saving that second bottle." I let him know. "I guess you'll just have to piss on your truck floor." "Yes Sir." He said reluctantly as he hung his head. I was surprised, I didn't think anything shamed Colt. But I smiled as he let go with the rest of his urine, which wasn't too much really, but enough that it collected in his floor mat, and he was forced to sit in it. Eventually we arrived at our destination. I had been scoping out leather shops and bookstores previously, and had found a leather shop that very obviously catered to gay men. We pulled into the dark parking lot, and thank goodness it was still open for another hour. It was only 11 PM. I hopped out of the truck and grabbed Colt's clothes from the bed. I opened the passenger door and pulled a naked Colt out into the night air. "Here." I said as I tossed him his jeans. He scrambled into them as I grabbed his Bowie knife from the glove box. I forced him to lean over the hood of his truck, arms spread wide. "These are not nearly slutty enough for a whore such as yourself." I said as I pierced the denim with his knife. In just a few moments, I had turned his wranglers into a pair of Daisy Dukes, short enough to see the bottom of his ass cheeks, and a tiny bit of his junk too. I kept his big belt buckle on him, I liked that. Then I tossed him his boots, no socks, and I quickly sliced his shirt into a makeshift bandana and wrapped it around his neck. Then I plopped his cowboy hat atop his head and stood back to enjoy my handiwork. My dick stirred as Colt looked just like one of those Tom Ford pictures, the nearly naked muscled cowboy. I made him strike a few poses as I snapped pics on my phone. Then we entered the shop. It was late, so there was only one other customer in there, besides the two men behind the counter. I told Colt to walk around the store and check things out as I walked up to the counter. The first guy was middle aged, graying beard, bit of a belly. The other guy was older, bald, skinny, with copious amounts of body hair, fully displayed beneath the leather vest he wore. I approached the first guy. "You guys got ID's?" He asked. "Gotta be 18 to be in here." I pulled out my wallet and showed him. "Just barely I see. Him too?" "Yea, he's 18 too." I replied. "Ok, I'll believe you." He said. "What can I do for you boys?" "Well, first, I was wondering if you could recommend a motel close by. Nothing fancy, the sleazier the better." The guy laughed a bit. "Oh yea? You guys smell like a couple of dirty rest stop bathrooms. Lookin for a place to parTy, are we?" "Yup. We've been at it a few hours, getting nasty, and we need a place to continue for the weekend." "Oh yea, now what kind of nasty have two sweet faced cowboys like you been up to?" "See my whore over there? He's taken 18 loads tonight. All in his slutty jock pussy. He's been double fucked and fisted." "Bullshit." Said the counter guy. "I can prove it." I said, pulling out my phone. I showed him some pics and bits of video I had taken. " Sorry I can't show you right now the double fucking or the fisting. I was involved in those. But that whore has a big fat plug up his hole right now. Come here slut!" I called to Colt. He had been talking to the customer who was a short, portly man. He sauntered over and stood next to me. "Here, feel." I said as the clerk walked from behind the counter. I took his hand and slid it into the rear of Colt's shorts. I could see him run his hand around the plug, using his finger to trace Colt's anal ring and feel just how big it was. Colt moaned softly as he was inspected, and my cock got hard from treating Colt like a piece of meat.The clerk then put his other hand on Colt's crotch. "Nice." Said the clerk. "Still caged. Good slut. So you said you boys wanted to continue this party?" "Yup, this whore's ass is still open for business. Interested?" "Hell yea." Said the clerk. "Prime buck like him? I know my partner would be too. We could join you after we close. Hey Tony, come here." He said to the other clerk. "That your partner?" I asked. "Oh, no. My partner's at home. But Tony and his partner might be interested too." "The more the merrier." I said. "My bitch will take any cock I tell it too." I could see Colt blush slightly as we talked about him like the object he was. But I knew the slut loved it. "So what's up?" Asked Tony. "Kinda heard a bit. You boys looking for some action?" "Yup." I said. "This sluts already been busted wide open tonight. But the whore wants more. Don't you whore?" "Yes Sir." Replied Colt with a smile. "Tell the men what you want, bitch!" I ordered him. "I want cocks and cum in my slutty teenage jock pussy, Sirs!" He proudly declared. I smiled in approval. "Well, it certainly is an eager young beaver, isn't it?" Said Tony as he slipped his hand into the back of Colt's shorts, feeling the fat plug back there. "Oh yes, nice. I'm sure my partner will agree. It's been a while since we had such a hot young toy to play with." "Tell you what," I started, "give me your numbers and I'll text you when we check in. And feel free to invite anyone else over that you think might be interested." "Will do." Said the first clerk. "Between Tony and me, we should be able to find some more willing participants. My names Earl, by the way." The two clerks gave me their numbers and I texted them both some hot pics of my slave. "Feel free to share these with anyone you wish." I said. "This piece of trash has no shame." "Obviously." Laughed Earl, as Tony went to ring up the only other customer. "Go ask that man if he wants to join our party." I instructed Colt. He obediently walked right over and asked the man. "Would you like to come over and fuck me as well?" Colt asked him directly. This flustered the man who probably never had such a hot man proposition him in his life. "I can't." He stammered. "I have to get home to my wife." "How about a blow job then, real quick in the parking lot?" I interjected. "My slave has had 18 loads in his cunt, but as yet hasn't swallowed one tonight. I'm sure it's thirsty for some cum." "Ok." He said as he picked up the magazines he had purchased. "Let's go then." Colt and I followed him out side. "Be right back." I said to the two clerks as they were already both on their phones texting. I smiled as I watched my hot slave follow the trollish guy outside. We walked around the back of the building where there was a big ole trash dumpster. Perfect, I thought to myself self. Trash by the trash. The man leaned against the wall as Colt dropped to his knees, unbuttoning the man's pants. My dick got rock hard again as I watched my hot fucking muscle cowboy slave bury his face into the man's belly and started slurping away. The man gripped Colt's shoulders as his mouth dropped open in ecstasy. Colt sucked him as hard as he could and in about two minutes the man was pumping a load of his troll cum right into Colt's hungry mouth. Of course I filmed the entire thing. After Colt had sucked down every drop of cum, the man quickly buckled back up, mumbled a thank you, and got in his car and quickly got out of there. I walked over to Colt and stood him up pushing him against the wall. I kissed him hard and deep, tasting the cum of the troll. "God damn you're such a nasty piece of trash." I said as I slapped him across the face. We went back inside and quickly picked out a wide variety of toys, leather items and bondage gear, quickly dropping two grand of the money Colt had just made. Then we headed over to the sleazy hotel we had been recommended. It was perfect. Dingy with a musty oder to it, and close to a truck stop. The ideal environment for my nasty slave. I wasted no time texting our new friends and both quickly replied saying they would be over shortly and had rustled up some friends to join. I smiled in anticipation of Colt getting used more and more. It wasn't long before Earl texted that he and his partner John were on the way. I took this time to prepare Colt with another bump. My dick got hard as I had Colt lay back on the bed. I pulled out the plug, marveling at the rosebud before me. I tied off his bicep and slowly slid my throbbing cock into his angry red hole. Then I inserted the needle into his bulging vein. My cock throbbed deep inside of him as I pushed down on the plunger. I released the band as Colt reacted to the rush going through his body. Then I wrapped my arms around his trunk like thighs and power fucked him for all I was worth. "Oh yeah, take that you fucking WHORE!" I snarled. "This is where a piece of slut trash like you belongs. On your back in a sleazy motel, high as fuck and taking cock. And you're gonna take ALL the cock I can find for you this weekend. You're gonna fucked so hard, stretched wide open, and filled with so much cum you won't be able to go to school come Monday. I'm going to turn you into a bigger whore than you ever thought possible!" Colt just laid there beneath me, mumbling as I plowed him. "Yes Sir! Fuck me Sir! I'm your whore. I love you so much Master. Please use me as you wish!" "Don't worry your pretty whore head about that! You are nothing more than a worthless faggot cumdump, and that's exactly how you're going to be treated!" I pounded Colt non-stop for a good ten minutes before there was a knock on the door. "Doors open!" I shouted. It swung open and Earl and John walked in decked out in full leather. As soon as I got a look at them, I let out a loud groan and dumped another hot load into the hungry hole beneath me. Then I pulled out, spit on his face and slapped him. "The whore's all yours gentlemen." I said to our guests. "His holes are open for business. No limits."

I sat on the edge of the bed stunned at where I was. What had happened? I never passed out from weed and drinking. What had he put in the pipe? I stood up naked grabbed my underwater put them on and stumbled into the living area. He was sitting on the couch drinking his morning coffee and reading the paper. He said good morning looks like you had a niche long sleep. I looked over at the clock. It was 3:30 pm I had slept all night into the next evening. I said what the fuck happened? He said call down I just put a little T in the pipe and a sedative in my drink so I could relax. I said I passed out what happened after? He said he took me to his bed and covered me and went to sleep and that. Nothing else happened. I was sceptical but also relieved but that I was going to have alot of explaining to do to my parents. He said dont worry I called them saying I was the father of your friend from the number in my wallet saying I had a little bit to much to drink and was going to crash here if that was ok. He said they thanked him and said ok. I then said if it was alright I was going to take the boys biking upstate for rest of weekend and they said ok. I was shocked at what I was hearing my parents were very conservative and usually not so agreeable. I sat down on the couch woozy and said I need to go home. He said just relax for a few ti you get your bearing and then take a shower and if I still felt that way he would take me home. I said ok and he brought me a coffee. I started to feel better so went to take a shower. He had all sorts of toys in the shower. Dildos of all sizes butt plugs nipple clamps and at least 4 bottles of poppers. I stood under the hot water for what seemed like eternity. Then turned it off dried off put on a towel and went out to get my clothes. He was still sitting there as I out on my underwear and sat down to out on my socks he held my hand and leaned in to kiss me. He then held my head and opened my mouth and blew this cloud of smoke into my lungs. It surprised the shit out of me and I began coughing. What the fuck I said. He smiled and said sorry just wanted you to be calm. I said what was that. He said it was something called a shotgun I think he called it . I felt weird and hot all of a sudden but felt great at the same time. He laughed and took another hit and again blew it in my lungs. I was so horned. He said it's just so T and asked if I liked it I couldn't speak just inodded and grabbed for his cock. That's all I wanted all of a sudden was dick. Any dick. He pushed me back on to the couch and kissed me for a bit while I wrapped my legs around him and felt his cock against mine. He said not yet. I have more for us to do. I just nodded. He reached under the couch and pulled out a small box and opened it. It had a syringe and some stuff that I didn't recognize. I managed to grunt what are you doing. He said just want you to experience something that would change my life and make me feel better than I ever had. I said I don't want to but he emailed and said don't worry. I was trying to sit up but he put his hand on my chest and held me down. I was so weak from the shotguns. He did something with the contents of the box that I couldn't make out and then tied these rubber things around both our arms. I was confused. He put the needle that had something in it up to his vein and put it in and shot it into his vein. He took off the rubber think and coughed and started rubbing my body. I was horny as hell but scared at what was happening. He again. Filled the needle with that stuff but put it back to his own arm. Which confused me. He pushed it in and pulled in some blood from his arm and pulled it out. He then tapped my arm for some reason then lined up the same needle he used I said stop it has blood in it . He ignored me and my meager resistant was met with his strength. He pushed the needle into my arm and said here it goes and injected it into my vein. Pulled off the rubber thing and I coughed for about 30 seconds straight but was in heaven. I have never felt so alive in my life. He held my hand helpt me up and walked me to the bedroom again. I guess I was going biking after all... To be continued.. ☣️🧬😈

When he dropped my off I was still pretty high and had to go into my house and try not to wake the parents. I snuck up to my room undressed and passed out almost immediately with my pleasantly aching stretched hole. Tomorrow came quickly as I awoke to my dad sitting on the edge of my bed. He asked how my night was and I played it down.saying it was fun. He got up to leave and turned to me and said easy on the weed and take a shower before you come down because I reaked of weed and booze...if he only knew The day could not.go fast enough. All I could think of was going back to Conrad's yeah that was his name and exploring more with him as smoking weed. As the time approached where I would get picked up I showered put on my jeans black tee and boots and headed to the corner. I smoked a Marlboro and once finished he pulled up. He was wearing jeans and a tight wife beater showing off his very thin veiny arms but muscular. We didn't talk much just small talk and chain smoking cigs. When we go to his coop we walked from the garage to his front door where his neighbor was just leaving. The neighbor looked at me and said hello with a smirk which I am not sure why. We went in closed the door and I sat.on the couch. He told me to turn on the TV and pick a flick while he made us soco and cokes. He had many VHS tapes of practily any kink. I choses the dad son one to match our age difference. He liked my selection. I noticed that there was his pipe and a big bag of weed on the coffee table and he told me to get started and she came over with the drinks. I lit the pipe and took a drag Ang coughed was much stronger than I was used to. We cheersed clinked glasses and drank our drink finishing off ateast 3 bowls of weed watching the flick. We kissed a bit and he took my shirt shoes and socks off and he did the same. We were just in our jeans. He said I looked so hot and asked if he could take some pics. I was flying so said sure and he had pose for a few and then we went back to our porn and drinks. He kissed me hard and tongue my mouth deep sucking in my tongue and kicking my gums. Was so wet and hot. I was on fire. We proceed to copy last week's forplay and the movie ended. He picked the next one and i didn't remember the name but it was a bunch of guys that were thin and tight like him and some younger ones like me. We proceeded to play with each other and once again he had me in the legs over the shoulder position teasing my crack with his oozing veiny beast. It felt so good and I was much more relaxed around him and trusting. He said he felt that and appreciated it. He continues to feed me poppers and weed and pour the drinks into my mouth all the while telling me to watch the movie closely which I did. After a few min of that and his rubbing he asked do you notice anything about the vid? I said no what? I looked again and he was one of the guys in the vid 8nhad.not even noticed. He looked a bit heavier but not much I was shocked but excited. Said it was so cool. He said it was just a private tape of him and some friends which I thought was hot. We started getting more into it as his oozing head poked at my young hole he went slowly in with the head. I reminded him to do the rubber again and he said ok but look at the screen..I did and he was balls deep in some guy no rubber. I was so turned on and he knew it. He asked if he could try it with me for a bit. I was nervous but also fucked up from all the booze and weed and porn he didn't let me answer and slowly inched in. It was like an out of body experience. I felt like I was looking down at it from above watching it happen. This man older than my dad was inching his raw dick into me. I was so turned on it felt amazing. There was no lube except for some spit and his oozing tip. It felt great as he bottomed out with his thick bush against my hole. He asked if I was ok and I just nodded looking at the video. He told me to relax and out the poppers on my chest. As he stayed still in me. I still couldn't believe I was letting this happen. He told me to take a hit that he was going to pull out and in to get me used to it . I did and this went in for a few min until the pain subsided. He was gently fucking me back and forth. I was in heaven. Anytime I started to have second thoughts and he felt my resistance he would make me take poppers. That and his strength kept me in my place. He began to pick up pace and said my ass was like silk around him and it was so better to be natural with me. I said don't cum in me cause I didn't know you very well which sounded absolutely ridiculous given the position I let him get me into but he said Don't worry. He then went on to tell me that he had a vasectomy a few years back and never shot out a load anymore. He really started hammering me now balls slapping against my picking up speed and moaning. I felt like he was about to cum and said pull out. He held my arms down by my sides tight and he orgasmed. I felt his cock twitching spazam inside me and I panicked and pushed him off . I was pissed he said I told you not to worry and that he had the vasectomy and he had no stds. I was still angry and asked to go home which he did and we didn't speak the whole ride there. I got went to get out of the car and he grabbed my.arm and apologize again. I said goodnight and went up to bed. What had I done. I felt so violated but also had a raging hard on. What was wrong with me?? So conflicted. Need to rest and think.

Could not have said it better myself! This is the truth right here! Getting used by tops regularly is such a fulfilling lifestyle; you get endless pleasure so you are always happy! Enjoy life while it lasts, pigs 🐷

if anyone wants to send me some used rubbers to swallow, I'll film it and post it as a private video on one of the amateur sites so you can watch.

Part 2 My Son layed there on the dirty couch, breathing deep, in shock from his daddy raping his little cunt, piss and cum leaking out and down his balls. "Get in the bathroom and drain yourself!" I commanded, kicking him off the couch. He scrambled off the couch and down the tall to the toilet, wiping off his tear stained cheeks. "AND NO CRYING! Jesus Christ, I'm not going to tolerate your sissy emo shit!" I hollard after him. "And hurry your ass back in here! Daddy's not through busting your pussy yet!" He moved quickly from the bathroom back to the couch and sat down, cowering a bit. It was good he was afraid of me. It would be easier to control him. I handed him a fresh pipe and lit it, watching him inhale the thick white smoke. This time I hit it as well, passing it back and forth between us. When it was gone, I took the baggie and put some crytals on the back of my hand and snorted them, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. Standing up to turn on the camera, I pushed him back on the couch. "Show me your pussy boy!" I instructed my new whore. He obediently grabbed his ankles, showing me the still red and oozing hole. I enjoyed seeing my son spreading for daddy. Taking the baggie I licked my fingers and stuck it in, coating it with powder, and rammed my fingers in his red gash. He moaned as his hole started to burn, the need to be fucked taking over his being. I finger fucked him, making sure to rub his anal ring, grinding the crystals into his tissue. His hole started sucking my finger as he started to spin more. I moved between his thighs, throwing his ankles over my shoulders. Looking down, I stared into eyes that looked just like mine and said, "Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy you want his cock in your pussy. Beg me to fuck you." "Please daddy," he panted, breathing shallow, "please fuck me. Please give me your cock." I rammed my cock into his cunt while I slapped his face hard, eliciting a loud wail from him. "Take it bitch! Take Daddy's fuck!" I yelled while I slapped him over and over. Fresh tears streamed down his face as I beat him. His pain only turned me on more. I grabbed his ankles and pushed all my weight down on him, burying my cock as deep as I could. Fresh redness covered my cock as I plunged it in and out of his gripping hole. That too just spurred me on more, and I rode him as hard as I could while I spit on his face. " Tell me son!" I demanded, "Tell me what you want! Tell me what you are! Tell me who owns your cunt!" "You do Daddy!" He blurted out. "I do what?" "You own my cunt Daddy! Oh God! Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" "What are you son?" "I'm your whore, Daddy." "Louder!" "I'm Your Whore Daddy!" "LOUDER!" I demanded, slapping him and spitting in his face. "I'M YOUR WHORE DADDY! I'M YOUR WHORE! Oh God, FUCK ME!!!" Fuck him I did! Mercilessly for at least 30 minutes, never letting up, pounding his boycunt as hard as I could. Finally I blew a second load in his cunt bellowing "Take it whore! Take your Daddy's cum again! This is what you were made for! To take real mens seed deep in you!" I collapsed on him, our sweating bodies breathing deep and hard. I lay there on top of him, my mind spinning, knowing I had claimed him as my property. I pulled out my son and stood up, spitting on him one last time. "Go get in the shower slut. We have to go see my dealer and your going to earn me some more T." I watched him stumble down the hallway, cum and blood running down his thighs. I just laughed knowing what he was in for shortly.

same here... and if I'm still hard, I'll go for round 2...