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PART 3 The man then stood in front of me and started unzipping his gray dress pants. I stared at the volume there and I would be lying if I said I had never noticed it. Several times I found myself wondering during class how big it must be. When he pulled it out of his underwear and put it out, I finally got my answer. Moa's cock was big, with a pointy head. The skin around the glans didn't come off completely because it was much thicker when it got close to the cock's base. It was light brown, very smooth, but it was thicker than mine. The middle part seemed to be the thickest part and must have been twice the thickness of the head. It must have about eight inches, but I still had a dick bigger than his, despite mine being much thinner. He grabbed my head and started pulling me towards his cock. I had never done that before and I didn't have any experience, so I just opened my mouth as wide as I could. Andrew tried to get up from the couch and move away, but the teacher said: "Stay there, I want you to see everything. I like to have sex with someone watching and smelling the sex. It's that or no A.” Andrew leaned back against the sofa and stared. Moa's glans had just passed my lips and I could taste the precum it was releasing. It was sweet but at the same time salty. It wasn't bad and I wanted to feel more. "Open wide now and relax your jaw," he ordered. I did that and the teacher started to dig deeper and deeper. Andrew watched everything closely and he was a witness to the first cock that invaded my throat, causing me to choke. Then came the unexpected, Moa held my head tight and thrust his cock with great force. I felt the glans of that cock hit the top of my mouth before it went all the way to my throat. I backed away, scared, and he said he was very horny. I straightened up and slowly put that thing in my mouth and sucked it slowly. I just thought about how I was enjoying it, even with Andrew watching everything. Maybe his presence there made everything even better. I closed my eyes and, in a few seconds, I was sucking that very tasty cock, like a bitch. "You learn fast, but I want to fuck you", the man said. "Andrew said it was just a blowjob", I protested. “Alex, please, I need an A”, my friend begged. I looked at Moa and he was starting to unbuckle his belt. Then he opened his shirt and I could see all the tattoos on his body. Some had only tribal designs, while others had symbols I recognized. One in particular caught my eye, it was on his right chest and showed the symbol of something toxic. His nipple was right in the middle of the drawing and he had a silver piercing. I was already hard watching the scene. "Take off your clothes and let's go to the bedroom", he said. "And you can only wear your underwear", he told Andrew. I was completely naked and tried to hide my erection with my arms as I followed the man around the house. That didn't seem to work and Andrew said: “What a big cock you have, I wish mine was as big as yours. And if you are so hard, you're enjoying it. Thank you for your help.” "It's not a big deal", I replied shyly.

Who's on the Menu "Now that restaurants are open again, let's go out to dinner on Friday" I texted Gabriel on Thursday morning. "Not in budget unless we hit dollar menu. Sorry" he replied a little while later. "Im buying" I sent back right away. "ok. I got a coupon 4 chicken if u need" was his reply. I smiled and knew it was working out just as I had hoped. "wear ur sunday best. going to nice place" I sent him Friday morning. I picked him up on Friday evening and he looked really good. Well, the uber picked him up. He almost looked as good dressed up as he did naked. "You're lookin' good. Got a hot date?" I asked, grinning. "Yeah he is, but I don't know why I had to dress up to go to the drive-thru" Gabriel shot back. "I gotta feed you so you're strong enough for a good workout later" I replied. The driver glanced back and shook his head, probably hoping I wouldn't start fucking Gabriel in the back seat. "What??? Here?" he asked as the uber pulled up to Sal's Mediterranean Grill. It was one of my favorite places and had earned rave reviews for years. Finally it was open again and I was eager to enjoy another meal there. I knew the manager, Andrew, and I hoped that most of the old wait staff was still there. Andrew was happy to hear from me and took my reservation even though he said they were at capacity. We went in and were ushered to a table in a side room and Gabriel looked at me curiously. "They were full, but since I know the manager they squeezed us in" I explained. We sat down and one of the waiters came over to take our drink order and deliver some water. "Good to see you again. Thank you for coming back after this interesting time" he said to me and then "Welcome, it's good to see new faces too" to Gabriel. I could see the staff was running around more frantically than in the past. I definitely knew they didn't have as many customers as pre-covid but even between the limited number of tables allowed they were short staffed. Gabriel and I sipped our wine and waited for the food to arrive. When we had finished the main course, Andrew stopped by the table. "I hope everything was acceptable" he said in that distinctive Jamaican accent. "Delicious as always, Andrew. Thank you" I said. Gabriel smiled and agreed. "Is this the sexy man you were telling me about?" Andrew asked. "Yes it is" I replied. "Ah, very nice. You have excellent taste, Craig" Andrew said before changing focus and looking straight at me. "Could you give me a few minutes, please? They have something for you to try at the bar" he asked. "Of course" I said, pushing my chair back and getting up. Gabriel gave me a concerned look, but I just smiled back at him and gave him a reassuring nod. As I walked to the bar, Andrew sat down at one of the other chairs at the table and began to talk to Gabriel. I should have warned him, but I knew he would just get nervous. They had a very nice glass of wine waiting for me at the bar and it was good to see Diego bartending like the old days. I'd look back every few minutes, hoping that Gabriel hadn't run off, but the two kept talking. When both of them sat back in their chairs and I could see smiles on both of their faces, I knew it was going well. Andrew pulled his phone out and called someone, the call only lasted a minute or so but his head kept nodding through the call. My glass was suddenly refilled, and Diego gave me a wink. "It's a new wine on the menu. The boss thought you would like it" he told me. I nodded my approval and then made my regular glance back at the table. Several minutes later, when he saw me look over, Andrew motioned for me to come back to the table. I said goodbye to Diego and took my glass with me. "See you on Tuesday" Andrew said to Gabriel as I got there. He turned to me and said "Thank you, I think this will be great for all of us" before walking away. I sat down and looked over at Gabriel. His face had a stunned look on it which slowly turned to a smile. "You set me up for an interview at one of the best restaurants in the city?" he asked after a long pause. "You got dinner too. I hope you don't mind, but I thought you were ready to add this craziness to your life" I said. "Oh my god, no... I'm just... amazed. I have to make it through training next week, but this will be just like my last job in San Francisco. He even knew my old boss and called him for a reference" Gabriel said. "I guess it was a good one" I asked, grinning back to him. "Mmhmm" he replied just as the waiter came up, delivering two coffees and a large piece of chocolate cake. "I didn't order cake, Tony" I said, looking surprised since I had never had an order mistake in that restaurant. "Compliments of the house. It's good to see old friends again and to meet new co-workers too" he explained. Turning to Gabriel he said "I look forward to working with you. I understand you come highly recommended and should fit in here well." We finished up and headed back to my place. Once inside, the clothes came off and we laid down on the bed. While my dating experience was pretty limited, I knew that we were too stuffed and drunk to even think about sex. We spooned and he really felt good in my arms, but I wondered how long this was going to last. In the morning, I made up for the lack of sex the night before. From the moment he stirred around eight until we made it into the shower just past noon we were fucking. He liked to stare out of the windows as he knelt on the couch while I fucked him. "Too bad no one can see us. I bet we look hot" he said just before I shot another load into his ass. We went back into the bedroom for a break and then he crawled on top of me and rode me. It wasn't a position that I fucked in much, since I like to be in control. I found out he liked to be in control sometimes too. We'd lounge for a few hours and then one of us would attack the other and we'd fuck again. The loads Saturday evening were pretty meager, but my cock was having no problem staying hard. Sunday morning we woke and started all over again. We were pretty ripe by then but neither one of us minded. It just added another dimension to the sex until Sunday night we ended up in the shower. Waking up Monday morning with someone else in bed was a new experience for me. I had to get to work but there was a sexy body in my bed and my cock wanted to play. I took a shower and then opened the laptop to see what waited for me. My morning coffee break was a lot more fun than normal, but we were rudely interrupted mid-fuck by a phone call. I called them back a few minutes later after depositing my load into Gabriel's well used ass and apologized and explained I was in the restroom. After getting a call from his mom wondering if he was ever coming home, Gabriel left after lunch. My afternoon was a lot more productive but not nearly as enjoyable.

I met up with a very hot and horny cum slut as a stop off whilst heading to London. You can see from his feedback, he seemed to enjoy it…as did I. 😈😈

There's one kinda special type of Hole, and that's one that can take two Cocks at once: Double Penetration. I've done it a few times, but the Hole has to be really talented to relax enough to take two at once. That, or perhaps damaged in the effort, which defeats the entire endeavor. Being on the "thick-side", each time I've done it (not all that many though), I had to be the one lying on my back, and the first Cock in. That way, a less-thick Cock will do the least amount of potential damage, and have an easier time getting in too. The most memorable was in a group Breeding situation, can't remember quite how many TopCocks, but around 5 or 6. Each Cock had rutted in the Hole at least once, and I do remember there were two that were big, long, thick-ish ones. So, someone asked the bottom if he wanted DP, and (I think the kid was way too high, but he hollered for it) so I was the one that had to lie down, and the bottomHole hovered for a moment, and then sat right down to my balls. One of the other Cocks was long and somewhat thin, and he lubed up and started. The Hole was able to take it, and rutted himself on both Cocks for a little bit. The other Cock pulled out, another took it's place, and at some point one of the more impressive Cocks started to get into the Hole. Finally, that guy just grabbed the hips of the bottom and pulled - hard. The bottom groaned, but hollered again for it, at which point the larger Cock started to really get to business. So I'm lying there, feeling this big raw Cock rut against mine inside the Hole. It was an absolutely fantastic feeling - being inside a Hole with another Cock - and the sensation of my Cock getting fucked by the other one almost made me shoot. But, then the other Cock DID start to Breed, and feeling that hot Sperm grinding against mine just turned my Lusts loose, and I think I must have pumped my toenails out along with my Sperm, churning both loads inside that Hole into one very memorable DB (meaning, Dual Breeding). The unfortunate thing was though, when both Cocks had pulled out there was blood as well as loads seeping out. If that other Cock was pumping +, that kid got it ground into his Hole big time. I don't recall if the bottom was chasing or not - but if he wasn't, my guess it he is now. And no, not being a vampire, that time I did not eat the Seeded Hole.

I thank you for your support and liking my story. Haven't written anything now for quite some time. Just been one crazy thing after another here keeping me busy. Started just over 3 yrs ago in July when a tornado went through town causing massive damage, many homes here still show damages. Came fast as one minute I was standing in front yard looking at blue sky and sunshine and wham it was here. Headed for basement. Had 5 trees in yard and all went down with 3 landing on house. Biggest one dropped on corner of kitchen, knocking small rear room of house completely loose from house. I was in that room just stepping towards stairs to basement. Room went one way and I went the other landing at bottom of stairs. Twisted my left knee and back but still able to get around. According to weather service it was a category 3 tornado and tracking showed center went by home approx 1 1/2 blocks away and tracking from west to east with slight angle to southward which took it right through center of town destroying many businesses and exiting east side of town destroying largest manufacturing plant in town (luckily they rebuilt and now going full blast). Only truly lucky thing about it was that nobody was killed and only about 3 dozen people reported injuries from it almost all of them very minor. Ended up selling my property and buying another home. But process took the rest of that year and almost to 1st year anniversary of it. Then almost settled down when emergency call came that my mother had taken a bad fall and broken her right hip. Had to have it replaced and doctor recommended she not live alone any longer. So proceeded to pack mom's things up and moved her into my home to care for her. She turned 93 earlier this year. Then almost settled down when wham here comes this blasted pandemic last year and also the derecho and again basically center of it right through town again destroying more homes. Mt new place suffered damage to roof of house and garage plus a few other minor things plus loss of electricity from that Monday morning aporox 11am till 9 days later on Wed at approx 5pm. Lost around $1,200 worth of food. Had side by side refridgerator/freezer in house and large upright freezer in garage. There had been several specials for couple of weeks before and we had stocked up so both were quite packed full. Was only able to save maybe 10% of food. Been a year since that and just finished all repairs about a month ago. Plus I have fought severe asthma my whole life and between tornado and derecho they stirred up so much dirt and dust and pollen that us still in the air plus those massive fires out west with wind carrying the smoke that is so bad you can see the haze here, my health has been terrible. Since derecho, I have had to make 6 trips to hospital, one in ambulance, 5 trips to clinic and like a dozen times tested for covid thankfully all negative. Hopefully things will settle down now so I may be able to finally have some peace and quiet and get mind back on track to living instead of surviving. Oh, almost forgot one other thing. Last year in January, before all the hoopla of covid, I went to visit a buddy in another town close by. Had my usual bottle of CocaCola, something I'm noted for lol, and left it sitting on his desk while I went to use his toilet. Came back and finished that bottle and opened another one and with all the coffee I'd drank that morning, soon had to return to toilet, again leaving my Coke sit. Came back and by the time I was almost done drinking it was feeling very strange. Buddy had decided to prank me and had spiked both bottles while I was in toilet. Turned into an afternoon of sex, most of which I barely remember, because he had spiked my drink with freaking meth, something I had zero experience with nor any other drug in my life. Ugh. Partially forgave him but also told him off but good. Well, sorry I went on so long, but hope that clarifies long delay plus hope a few other followers happen to read this also. Please take care and hopefully soon I will be able to write some more to stories I have ongoing and even some new ones also.

Well, I was alone in the house, my sister had gone shopping and my parents had gone to work, I managed to waste the day away, most of it I am sure you don’t want to know about, usual stuff watching TV, playing X-Box, watching porn, although to be fair I didn’t watch my usual porn, guys and girls, girls on girls, no, this time I was checking out some of the older guy/younger guy stuff, Twinks I found out they are referred to as. Some of it just ordinary fucking, some of it BDSM, some group, I imagined myself at the centre of some of the scenarios and jacked off for ages shooting hard and long whilst watching a Twink getting fucked by two guys, I was imagining Peter and Daniel taking turns at either end of me and all the while I did this, I had my mothers Vibrator deep in my arse and touched my new nipple piercings, pulling on them. I felt so damn horny. Sometime in the afternoon, my sister came home, I heard her enter the house, I heard her come up stairs thinking she would just go to her room, but just in case, I grabbed a towel that had been lying on my bed and threw it round my waist and sure enough, she just walked into my room as if she had every right too. She had several bags with her and for maybe the first time in my life I thought, “where does she get her money from, she works behind a bar that’s all”, my thought was short lived as she smiling, put the bags down and reached inside one and brought out a smaller bag which she threw at me, “Here you go Fag boy, a present for you” and she picked up her bags and strolled out. I opened the bag and found inside two pairs of crotchless knickers and one lace G-string which also came with a bra, although it wasn’t really a bra as the was no cups for tits, just strings, and I heard my sister shout, maybe you can try them on for me, make sure they fit. I stormed into her room and threw them at her, she just continued to smirk, so I didn’t say anything, just turned around and went back to my own room, luckily it wasn’t too long after that that mom and dad came home and a short while later mom called me and Tracy down to eat, but I wasn’t hungry, funny but I haven’t had an appetite for a couple of days now, so I just got showered and ready to go to work. On arriving at work I went straight to the downstairs bar with my bag so Peter could store it behind the bar but mainly because I wanted to see him, as soon as I did, my face lit up, it was almost like a schoolboy crush. There was only one customer in the downstairs bar a middle aged balding guy who smiled at me when I walked in, but I ignored him and went straight to Peter he put his hands around my waist and pulled me to him and proceeded to kiss me, long and deep, at first I was worried about the customer, but as I felt Peters cock growing and pushing against my own groin and my own cock responding, I thought what the hell and kissed him back, our tongues entwining, saliva passing between us and as Peter pulled away I wanted it to go on forever. He looked at me smiled and said, “So, how’s my sexy little fuck slut” I kinda wavered a smile, not sure I would consider myself a fuck slut, but at least he said I am sexy, trouble was he said it loud enough for the customer to hear and as I looked across the guy was grinning. “so, what are you wearing under those jeans?” “Boxers” Peters Face darkened, “I thought I asked you to wear a thong or G-string!” “I have one it’s in my bag” “So why aren’t you wearing it then?” “I thought you meant for later”, I was getting so embarrassed as the customer was clearly listening “Go get it” I got it and Peter held out his hand, I handed it over, he held it up to look at it, the customer was also looking and smiling “Very nice, whose is it?” “My mom’s” “Well it will look even sexier on you, Go put it on” I looked at the customer then rushed to the toilets, and changed into it, I went back to the bar and Peter and the customer where talking, “Boxers” I handed Peter my Boxers which he immediately threw in the bin, “You won’t be needing them anymore, now show me”, I looked at the customer who was actually leaning over the bar to get a look as he was grinning, before I could react Peter had undone my belt and removed it from the loops of my jeans, rolling it up, he said, “Come on I want to see” I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zip and opened them so Peter and by now the customer could see, Peter slipped my belt into his pocket and reached toward my waist, pulling up the sides of the G-string, forcing the mesh fabric to outline my cock which was still hard “Very nice, very sexy, can’t wait to get you home tonight”, Peter turned to the customer, “What do you think?” “Very sexy, very fucking sexy”, as he licked his lips and I was disgusted “Now button yourself up and get to work, I am looking forward to some fun with you later” I refastened my jeans and went back up to the other bars knowing there would be glasses to collect and wash, as soon as I was out of sight I pushed down on the sides of the G-string below the waist of my jeans, unfortunately as I no longer had a belt on, my jeans kept slipping down and gave flashes of what I was wearing underneath, but other than a few sniggers and snide comments the evening was uneventful with the exception that every time I went to the lower Bar I had to pull up the sides of the Knickers as I know that’s how Peter wanted me to wear them. The first customer at the lower bar couldn’t seem to take his eyes off me, Peter told me he had bought me a drink and told me to be nice to him but when he asked me to stay and chat, I made my excuses and carried on working, eventually he left and Peter and I finished cleaning the bar and left. I was loving it, being with “my man”. This was my dream now, previously I just wanted Helen and her pussy, though sometimes I would have liked her arse but she never let me, now it seemed she was giving it to Daniel and maybe Jon too We eventually got back to Peters place and as soon as we got inside I threw my arms around his neck wanting to hold him and wanting him to hold me and to want me, he laughed and we kissed and he said, “Come on you horny little bitch, lets fuck, I knew I was in heaven and knew the night could only get better, it did, we stripped we kissed on the bed our naked bodies entwined, Peter got up and put some porn on the TV, he got his box of Dildos out and selected a smaller one, it had a tail attached to it. “Right come here bitch” I had already removed my clothes with the exception of my mother’s G-string, he turned me around told me to bend over and the spitting on my arse he worked a finger in, I could feel his nails scraping me, he then put in another finger and worked them in and out, opening them to open my hole, I then felt the cold steel of the plug pressed against my arse, and slowly he forced it in until I heard a pop and it was inside me, “Right stand up…………….now pose”, He had his phone in his hand and was taking pictures of me, pictures of my cock in the G-string pictures of me bending over but looking back at the camera so you could see both my face and my arse with the plug in, I knew I was making him happy so I complied with every move he made me do, eventually stopping he started to take his own clothes off,…..now the real fun would begin. I lay on the bed as Peter got out his bag of tricks, first he gave me a pill when I asked what it was he told me it was a vitamin, I dry swallowed it, then he wrapped a band around his arm, took out a pre-prepared syringe, tapped a vein, slipped the needle in, drew it back so a little blood entered the tube, then he injected half the contents into his arm, then he carried out the same procedure with me, I rushed, I felt so full of life, so confident and Peter had me get on all fours, he pulled out the plug, threw it on the bed then I felt his cockhead at the entrance to what I was beginning to think of as my pussy, he fucked me more than once that night, a couple of times holding a bottle under my nose and telling me to sniff, wow, another head rush, I could feel the pressure and all the time he fucked me he was talking, I didn’t understand some of what he said, but I was buzzing and just knew I was making my lover happy “Oh yes my little fuck pig, you will make a fine addition to the herd, I am going to enjoy fucking you and watching you change, I’m going to teach you so much, you’ll never be the same” Several times he withdrew from my arse pussy, telling me to suck his cock, the he would go at me again from behind, he must have dumped 3 loads of fuck slop in me that night, and at the end, he put his fingers in my arse scooping out cum and arse juices, he put his fingers in my mouth for me to suck clean and I obliged, I would do anything for him, then he reached into the box once more and brought out a large dildo, the same as I had in me before, about 9 inch long I think, but after him working my arse pussy, it slid right in. I lay there in his arms, completely full, at one point he got up and went to the bathroom, he came back with a warm glass and told me to drink it, it was obvious what it was and when I emptied the glass, he patted me on the head and told me what a good slut I was, I fell asleep contented

I haven’t been fucked since my trip to Tulsa so it was long overdue. After a really good deep pounding with my thick dildo my hole was so ready. grindr was up and out of nowhere this sexy Latino daddy woth a nice 8” thick one messaged me and said, driving around and need a fuckhole. gave him my address and 5 mins later he was eating my ass out. I then deep throated him… he then made me kiss him and sucked on my boy nipples like they were titties… he slide in me with ease as he had spit on my hole and proceeded to slow and deep fuck my hole making my ass make noises. he rewarded me with a MASSIVE wet load that was deposited in my guts… looking for the next one now….

Brett my fiancé ate me out for almost a half an hour before breeding me himself and the held me and told me that he never loved that with anyone until recently with me. What ever you are doing keep it up I fucking love tasting you and think about it all the time. He slid inside me and fucked me again since he was getting horned up talking about it. The morning came and I knew Joe was due back soon and really wanted him but again David text and told me to come by at noon. When I arrived there was a note like last time and I followed the directions and went around and got on all fours and slide the blindfold on and minutes later I heard the door and then felt hands on my ass and the guy put his left hand on my back and pushed me down and spread my legs and began to eat me out and I was moaning and soon came and then he pulled up and slide a huge dick inside me and he spoke for the first time and I realized the guy was black and his dick was so big it was stretching me and it hurt, I was wincing, he soon told me to breath and relax my cunt as he slowly slide in and out of me. He picked up the pace as he fucked me, and he was going deeper and deeper inside me. It hurt and I was whimpering and moaning and then he shoved in deep, and I could feel him convulse and knew he was breeding me. He kept his dick in me draining his balls and then slowly slide put of me. He got dressed and after hardly speaking he got on the phone and call someone and told them they needed to get over here and breed that white whore. He put the guy on speaker and shaped a few pics and I could hear the guy say Fuck yea, that cunt needs BBC. I am bringing Malcom also. The guy walked out and shut the door behind him and a minute later another black guy came in and said, fuck he beat me to you. He got in your slut pussy first. Oh well. He had to have been pulling out his big dick while he was saying that because he pressed his thick dick inside me and began to fuck my recently cum filled hole hard and deep. His dick was thicker than the last guy but not as long and he slide in slowly and then began to long dick me and fifteen minutes later he came in me with a grunt and as his dick twitched inside me. He pulled out and called a bud of his and I could only hear his side of the conversation and he told the guy he needed to stretch my pussy out with his monster dick and the guy seemed to agree and then he hung up and told me I was fucked and chuckled as he walked out. The two guys arrived next, and one felt up my ass while the other fed me his cock. This guy was thick and filled my mouth as the other guy who was long and thinner dicked fucked me deep and only lasted ten minutes and shot in me and the guy in my mouth pulled out and went back and fucked my pussy for fifteen minutes and shot his load in me. The other guy must have left because we were alone and then I hard the door and a guy asked how is that cunt? The guy in me said wet and stretched and then he said fuck nigger I need to watch you destroy that white pussy. The guy who had me suck his dick came over and fed me his crummy dick to clean off and the other guy took his place while the guys who was feeding me told me to breed and this is going to hurt for a little while until he gest in you babe. The guy behind me pressed what felt like a tree trunk against my wet already stretched pussy and he pressed in, and I screamed and tried to pull of the cock, and I finally got loose to beg him to stop and tell him no, please but he was already halfway inside me and he said babe it is too late. He slow fucked me there and I opened up some and then he pressed in and it hurt again and I began to cry and soon his balls were against me and I could feel his pubic hair and he slow fucked me and after twenty minutes I opened up and he was able to pull out four inches and then slam it back in taking my breath away ever time and after another ten minutes he pressed inside me and shot his load in me. I thought he would pull out, but he just kept it inside me and began to fuck me for another five minutes and gave me yet another load and then he slowly pulled out and the other guy left, and the guy told me I was the best white pussy he has ever had as he walked out the door and shut it behind me. I made my way home as cum leaked out of me and when I arrived home, I got in the shower and tried to clean the scent of those hot black men off me, but I could still smell them all night long. I really did not want to have sex with my fiancé, but he pulled my panties off in bed and ate me out and sucked the cum from my pussy and then kissed me and told me how great I tasted and tonight there was something different and amazing. He ate me out and made me cum twice and then fucked and breed me. In the morning he was asking me what I ate because I tasted to amazing and gave him a list of things, but I knew he loved all those BBC loads that were inside me. I thought for a moment that I was marrying the stupidest guy who could not tell he was eating cum, but I just kissed him as he left for work.

Hey Guy's... As I posted earlier, I had an idea of where this story would be going but wasn't sure if I could/should continue it. I had this in the back of my head and wanted to see it through as my characters seem to take on a life of their own when I write and I want to see what happens to them. It won't be as long as my previous story but I promise that I'll finish it at a point that can be construed as an ending. I know that I've said "The End" in the previous chapter... hence the "A Continuation" in the titles going forward which I also did with Daddy's Cuntboy too. Think of this as a sequel. Whore 4 – A Continuation I sat there on my haunches next to Daddy taking it all in.... knowing that I was in my element. Only months before I was just another high-priced escort but I was now transformed... I served cock. The combination of steroids I was on and the chems flowing through me kept me on edge until I let out a low growl. Bending down, Daddy grabbed me by my collar and shoved my face in his crotch and laughed, “Fucking horned up slut." Seeing my dripping cock cage, boy growled. “Damn, Boss. He’s fucking dripping.” Ignoring boy, Daddy stared forward at the crowd and simply stated, “I gotta piss, drain me.” Instantly, my tongue moved under his codpiece and quickly released his thick shaft. Letting out a moan, I began licking at the thick cockhead and tonguing his piss slit before deep throating it. “Good whore... take it all.” Daddy said as a torrent of piss erupted from his shaft and poured down my throat. Moaning with pleasure, he grabbed my collar and forced my now open throat to fully accept him... “Keep it up, whore.” Then I felt it... a hot stream of piss hitting the top of my head and sloshing down my entire body. “Fucking whore...” boy growled, “Boss, we hit the jackpot.” The river of boy’s chem piss drenched my body as I continued to take my Daddy’s bodily fluids into me. The streams of piss just kept on coming. Continuing on, I fed on the hot piss while relishing on the humiliation of being pissed on by boy. A crowd was gathering around us but I didn’t care. I concentrated on the moment...then it hit me and I took Daddy’s cock to the root realizing this is where I wanted to be... no... where I needed to be. Relaxing his grip on my collar, Daddy’s piss slowed to a trickle and he removed his cock from my mouth. With the last drops sliding past my taste buds and down my throat, I dutifully secured the codpiece over his cock. I bowed my head and closed my eyes. I could feel boy’s cooling piss covering me and pooling around me. The attention from the crowd wasn’t lost on me. This was beyond what I had experienced in the shop. Daddy had confirmed the control he had on me to the public... not just those who had been in the shop where it was just another normal day. Feeling boy behind me, I opened my eyes as his piss-soaked hand moved across my pecs and gathered the cooling piss and placed it to my lips... the scent of chems and piss hit me. Without hesitating, I lapped at the cold acrid piss until his hand was clean. “Yep, a jackpot.” boy chuckled, falling to his knees behind me and pushing me forward onto all fours. As his fingers moved down my back toward my plugged cunt, I winced from the asphalt cutting into my knees. “Fucking beautiful hungry cunt.” he grunted to no one in particular... or so I thought at the time. Leaning in, he spread my asscheeks to expose the metal base of the plug surrounded by my swollen cunt lips and began to play with my heavy cuntplug. “Fuck me!” I yelled, feeling the vibrations moving through the walls of my now hungry cunt. “Please!” “That’s the plan whore,” boy snarled, removing my cuntplug out in one strong pull. “Now put on a fucking good show.” “FUCK!” I yelled, feeling my cunt lips split wide open. “Fucking hungry cunt!” boy grinned, seeing my swollen, red and tender wrecked cunt. “It fucking needs a cock.” “Shit yeah, boy!” I moaned as he brought his lips to my pulsing swollen cunt lips and began licking and biting them. Boy’s warm tongue began to thrust and lap up the cunt juices flowing out from my pulsing cunt. Quickly, boy pushed his now hard cock through my cunt lips. I winced ... the roughness of his assault sending waves of pain throughout. I held my breath, knowing that it would soon be replaced pleasure. His cock continued to invade my cunt until I felt the now familiar knot begin to slip past my cunt lips. Holding still at this point, boy leaned down on my back and whispered in my ear, “Fucking tell everyone what the fuck you are.” Feeling his knot about to invade my cunt, I yelled out, “I’M A FUCKING WHORE!” “YEAH! YOU ARE!” boy proclaimed to the large crowd surrounding us. Unable to resist, I pushed my cunt against the hard knot and it slid past my cunt lips producing a white-hot pain until I felt his smooth crotch resting against my tender cunt lips. Exhaling at the combination of intense pleasure and pain, my knees buckled and I collapsed on the asphalt and was pinned down by the weight of boy’s body on top of me. Slowly boy pulled his cock out and stretched my cunt and then pushed back in. “Fuck my cunt!” I begged boy, raising my ass to take his cock as the crowd surrounding us grew. The assault continued and I could hear the crowd’s enthusiasm grow at the scene before them... “Fuck yeah!... Fucking whore!... Shit! I want that cunt!” and other exclamations escaped the lips of our audience. As the pain reduced, I began to moan from the pleasure of boy’s cock and I began to fuck myself on the hard cock as the hard wet slapping of my ass cheeks against boy’s shaved crotch filled the air around the circle of admirers. That’s when it hit me... I was here for the pleasure of these men. Quickly, I raised my leg and flipped boy so that he was on his back on the rough asphalt and I was on top. Surprised, boy smiled and I started to ride his cock as the sharpness of the asphalt surface tore into his back. Feeling the stinging pain, “Fuck yeah, whore!” boy growled as my caged cock flopped against his hard abs. His cock continuously sent a wave of pleasure up my spine with every thrust as he hit the spot deep within my cunt. I continued riding boy’s swollen cock until I felt my cuntwalls begin to pulse and a torrent of cum leaked out of my caged cock and covered my ball sac. My cunt lips clenched on boy’s shaft sending him over the top until the combination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed boy and his cock released a torrent of red-hot cum into my throbbing cunt as a loud roar came from the crowd. Knowing I was still knotted to boy, we continued on the ground while my sweat dripped down onto boy’s taut body. All the while, I watched Daddy speaking to the men in the crowd and handing out more of the white cards to some. Finally feeling boy’s knot releasing me, I stood up and smiled down at the boy’s beautiful cock settling down on his muscled abs. “Fuck whore,” boy smiled, "You never cease to amaze me.” Scooping up the load of cum running down my thighs, I moaned, “MMMMmmm... I have to admit I amaze myself, too.” Lost in the moment, I suddenly felt my asscheeks being parted and the feel of heavy metal against my wrecked cunt lips. Growling, I bent over expecting my cuntplug but I quickly realized that it wasn’t my usual one. “You’re right whore, it’s not...” Daddy chuckled bending me further over, “Time for an upgrade.” Obediently, I spread my legs and arched my back to accept the “upgrade.” Moving to my face, Daddy held the new cuntplug in front of me. My eyes widened... I had seen this one in the product catalogue but we’ve never carried it. It was huge... 22.4 oz with a 7-inch circumference. “This will have to do for now, whore.” Daddy laughed, “I’ve checked around to see if I can get a customized one later on.” I stared at the cuntplug... well “my cuntplug.” I have to admit that in the back of mind, I had fantasized about a larger one for a while. I stared into my Daddy’s green eyes and sighed. “Thanks Daddy. It’s time. I’ve wanted one.” “Good whore,” Daddy smiled, handing my cuntplug to boy. “Go on, boy.” “Yes, Boss,” answered, scrambling to grab the cuntplug and moving behind me. “Fucking whore,” boy muttered and pushed the plug past my cunt lips and worked it into me until it was secure. “Yes!” I gasped, feeling the added weight now filling me as I started coming down from the chems. “Please!” I begged. Laughing at me, Daddy smiled, “Soon whore... soon.” and clipped my leash to my collar and handed it to boy. Boy stood, held my leash and paraded me around the crowd. “Gentlemen,” Daddy loudly announced. The auction will begin in one hour. Only those with the proper invitation will be allowed. It was then I realized it... those cards... the looks and whispers. I was to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Seeing my reaction and the realization of what was happening, boy sharply tugged at my collar, forcing me to follow as he led me back to the store to where I was to be auction off.

I have been in an open non-monogamous relationship for three years with my current partner. It is the first open relationship I’ve ever had. The experience has been the most loving, respectful, satisfying and joyous relationship I’ve ever had. We have three major tenets that we follow: no jealousy, no judgements, and no secrets. Open communication is truly important to making it work. Like some others, I have walked in on my partner in full fuck mode with someone I may or may not know. (He has done the same). Generally there are two options to choose from, either drop my clothes and join in as a welcome addition or take a sideline role and cheer them on, happy to see them pleasure each other. We both enjoy voyeurism and revel in seeing the other in full sexual arousal. It is also helpful that we enjoy a mostly naked lifestyle in our home, encouraging our guests to lose their clothes at the door. We often play together alone or with 1 to 4 additional guests as well as apart and encourage each other to find additional sexual partners to make sure we can achieve a level of satisfaction and stimulation matching our libidos. And while both of us enjoy the variety and frequency of couplings with others, we fell hard for each other the first night we met, and have a deep and abiding love and respect for each other that has not lessened since day one and in fact continues to grow and deepen all the time. I am so lucky to have this man in my life. As a reference I am 69 and he is 46 and we are full equal partners in our relationship. I meet many people who cannot get their head around how my relationship works but I know it’s not for everyone and wouldn’t expect it to be. I was married to a woman for many years and the expectations of monogamy and a lack of male friends and contacts she wanted me to observe were totally stifling. Thanks for letting me share this.

I've discovered a new way (for me at least) to get my rocks off. I'm on a brief holiday in Rome and I got real horny - italian men are rerally hot! I got really horny and not far from the Colloseum I met a real cute guy. Young, probably 18, 19, small, dark, shaved black hair, nice tats on his arms. Clearly a hustler but real hot and smelling of sex. I had left everything of value in the hotel but had money enough in various pockets. He winked and started to chat. "You looking for nice boy?" he asked. I was already sporting a boner so I agreed to go with him into a nearby park. "200 euro" he said when we were in some bushes. "Fuck off! A hundred and no condom. Its all I've got " which was a lie but I thought the guy was trouble. That's what gave me the boner. "If you wanna fuck me no condom. Its 200" he repeated. "No. 100 and you fuck me no condom!" This surpried him but he agreed. His cock was dark in colour and long. He was hard veruy quickly. He spat and I bent over. The pain was suddern as he jabbed at my hole but he soon slid in and he began to fuck me. For a john he seemed really into it. He grunted a lot and felt my tits and ass a lot. I told him that I had more money if he made it good. He fucked me real hard, pressing his groin right up close under my ass. He came fast. A long grunt and his Roman wad squirted up into my guts, he pulled out and quickly asked for his money. "Search me!" I said. And he went through my pockets and took all the money I had. As he searched around me, I came without touching myself, quite a lot if it ending up on his jacket. He swore and wiped my cum on my shirt. Bastard I thought, but I realised I like the danger of getting fucked by a street hustler in a park at night in Rome!

So I was reading through some of the threads, waiting for my sentence in the "0 messages allowed prison", and read quite a bit of a couple of posts. One was dealing with the question of do Holes feel less than satisfied if the Cock doesn't pump Sperm up their gut, and the other was dealing with use of condoms. It occurred to me that without one man's Sperm being given to another man,, the *real* act of Lust - namely one man giving his Hole up to be pumped full, and another man gratefully accepting that Sperm, is the crux of the nature of Sperm. Cum is the creative force, and Mating cannot happen without a Cock shooting Sperm in a Hole. No female mammal on Earth can conceive without taking Sperm from a Cock to fertilize her egg. The crucial component of Mating - whether gay or plain - whether "making love", making Lust, whatever - is the pumping of Seed up a Hole. It is the only we men can offer that critical, absolutely crucial element. When I'm deeply into my Lust for pigsex, sucking a Hole full of Sperm off other, previous Cocks is like connecting with each of those previous Cocks. I'm not merely connecting with the Universal Lusts we love, or merely the Hole, I feel like I'm actively connecting with every other Cock that's fucked load up the Hole. While for some reason - plumbing issues, I guess - we are not going to actually procreate, but that's not important anyway. What we're doing is Connecting with all our Brothers-in-Lust, we're One with all of them in an almost spiritual way. It's really a magnificent experience to shove my Cock up a cum-sloppy Hole, knowing that other men, just like me, have been Breeding it before me. I suppose if I have a "fetish", it's for being in a room full of men of all kinds and descriptions, rutting in the Sperm of other me, eating Holes full of Sperm off other Cocks, licking a hot BreedCock while it's rutting in a Hole, sucking the Sperm off a Cock, maybe even taking a couple up my Hole. It's the pure joy of being with my Brothers-in-Lust, doing what we do to sate our Lusts. It's about being a part of the Universal Lust, adding my Sperm - my essence - my Power - to the thrilling, magnificent Whole. Using condoms completely prevents that Connection. Condoms are meant to prevent conception, and they do that - as well as prevent everything else. Bagged Sperm is only good to freeze and re-use as lube sometime in the future, as outlined in a previous post. Without the exchange - the Cock pumping Sperm up the Hole - it doesn't really "mean" anything. Nothing. That said, when hiv came along, I'm guessing that many of you weren't old enough (or even born yet) to have lived through that complete disaster. Guys were dropping like flies, everywhere. Guys you knew, hale and healthy, our Brothers, were dying by the thousands across the country. Try to imagine what that does to the mind. AZT seemed to help some, but for a young guy busy exploring his Lusts, deepening them, exercising them, it was simply terrifying. But, we had to either use condoms or quit Breeding - I chose the latter for almost 2 years. When Prep came along, it was like a gift from the Universe. Now. I don't judge guys that seem to need to become poz, since it's not my place to judge. Nor is it their place to judge others that choose to avail themselves of protection against the terror we "more experienced" (read older) guys went through. The fact is, without one man sharing his essence - his Sperm - with another man, for me there is not much of a connection, and that connection is why I love Breeding so much. However we choose to service our Lusts is up to each of us. The critical thing is, we simply must Breed each other to be whole, complete men. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

I went out down to my local fetish bar at the weekend. I'd agreed to meet a mate there in rubber, so I wore rubber jeans and t-shirt. I am a safe (mainly) leather top usually, but had been getting into rubber more and more. We met up and had a few drinks and chatted. After a while I went for a wander around the dark area looking for a boi to abuse, where my dick suddenly firmed up when I saw a rubber daddy in waders chaps and jacket leading a slave off into the smoking area. I followed them and looked on as the daddy installed his will on the slave, and had him hooked up into a sling in no time. The daddy saw me and ushered me in towards the sling to fuck his slave. I said "I don't do raw" and the daddy smiled and handed me some water. After a few mouthfuls I was beginning to feel strange yet horny and before I knew it, I was positioning myself at the slave's hole ready to fuck him. As I began thrusting in and out I felt a finger probe my gradually dilating hole, and the daddy whispered to me about my "hot tight hole." I was starting to lose myself and found the daddy starting to line his cock up at my hole, which was betraying me and begging to be filled. As I came in the slave's hole, I slumped over and kissed his hooded head. All the time this was happening, my own hole was being violated but I was beginning to not mind. My ass had never been used in this way and slowly wanted more and more. The daddy removed the slave from the sling and told me to hop in. Now I was hungry for this daddy to take me and become his slave. As I laid down, he strapped me in and said "One final touch" before placing a collar around my neck. I had never been so horny, and, presumably due to whatever was in the water, was beginning to turn into a slut. "Yep, you're hot boy. I know what you need" and he started to fuck me again. I was flying at this point. Then the daddy leaned towards my ear and told me "I'm going to make you mine, boy, but that ass suggests you need using." I just nodded and kept saying "Yes! Yes! You're the first to have me raw." All the slutty things I was saying seemed to drive him on. I can't recall exactly how much longer I spent in that sling, but I awoke in a cage a few hours later, this time I was leashed to a hook. I struggled but movement was limited, and there was a dogbowl which had water in it in the cage, but after I drank it, I settled down and relaxed. As the daddy entered the room, he was in a full rubber suit, and carrying another one for me to wear. He summoned me to his feet from the cage and helped me out of my own gear into the full suit. Soon I was getting hard from seeing the two of us in the suits and he produced a pair of hoods for us to wear. Soon we were like a pair of rubber clones. He secured the collar back around my neck and tugged at the lead for me to move, gradually leading me to his sling in the corner of the room. I was no longer caring how long I'd been there or what was my destiny. As I hopped into the sling, the daddy strapped me in, and placed mittens on my hands. I now just looked like a rubber thing to be used. "It takes a certain kind of pig to get me interested slave" he said, as was adjusting the height, "and you, whether you like it or not, are going to become MY pig, but to do that you are going to be bred to my specification." I felt the zip in the suit ass area begin to be unzipped, and flashes of worry mixed with horniness had me giddy. "To be my boy, you need my seed running through your veins, my toxic seed will bend you to my will, change you and your outlook boy." I was feeling his fingers at my hole, knowing that I had been chosen to serve this rubber daddy was making me moan with pleasure, obliterating the common sense of the reality, that this rubbered god was going to poz me and own me. As he begun to fuck me harder, I knew that this was my destiny. Flying on poppers and chemmed drink, the rubber pig I had in my mind began to unleash itself and take over me, making me feel like this was my purpose. "Get ready pig, here comes your future." He grunted as he came up me, his seed seemingly flowing endlessly into me. He gasped as he emptied the last of his load in my ass, and stayed in there as he slumped over and caught his breath. I whispered "Thank you" as he pulled out. He kissed me and smiled as he said "This is your new life pig. I wanted a new toxic rubber boy, and soon you'll be one." I was elated - and exhausted. Inside me something had broken, now all there was in there now was a desire to serve my daddy and make him proud. Come Sunday evening, I was well and truly fucked. A one-time safe neg boy, now finding himself sliding towards toxic piggery. As the evening began to draw in, daddy took me into his playroom and had me dress up in an assless rubber wrestling singlet. When I thought that would be that, he mentioned he'd been in contact with some other rubber pigs who he wanted to come over and train me up to be their cumdump, and that the wrestling suit will allow them all to get their loads in me. I smiled, as I knew a part of me died and was reborn. Serving a rubber daddy and being used for his pleasure would be the perfect way to erase my previous existence. To thank him, I fell to my knees and began to suck on the cock that had changed my priorities. Things change. It had been five months since I'd become the property of my Rubberpigdad. After a short illness, I had an HIV test and it came back positive. My initial devastation wasn't as much as I thought it would be. Becoming poz felt right. I walked out of the clinic with a hard on. Daylight was a random affair. I had begun to wear rubber all the time as he commanded, and it was only a matter of time before it would become untenable to keep it a secret under my workclothes. I had become used to the plugs Rubberpigdad would use to keep the cum up my hole too, and realising that my normal life was no longer an option, I decided to take him up on the offer and submit fully to him 24/7. To be permanently collared and rubbered at his disposal. Fortunately he worked mostly from home and so would regularly breed me. I'd basically become his slave/ boy/ pig whatever and was happy to serve him. That weekend, Rubberpigdad said he'd wanted me to pass on the baton. I was stoked up. I'd been told to not wank or cum - which seeing as I had a CBT device on my cock, I couldn't really do anyway, and to wear my tightest suit. As I'd been muscling up to Rubberpigdad's specifications, the suit fitted me like a skin substitute, making me feel incredible. Like some human sex toy with muscles showing in the tight shiny black material. I hooded up, and was completely rubbered from head to toe. As midnight neared, Rubberpigdad and I drove into town to that bar where I first met him. The bar was full of hot guys in leather and rubber. I could visualise what some of these guys looked like out of gear, and the thought that they had succumb to their fantasies - which I had done - caused me to get hard. Rubberpigdad lead me into the club on a leash and guys stared at as. Some in fear. Some in awe. We sat at the bar, and Rubberpigdad told me of his plans for the evening. "You need a brother, boy" I was intrigued "I want you to select who will become your pigbrother and my second slave, when you have chosen, we will take him and you will spend however long it takes to make him poz and bring him into the family." Once upon a time I would've been horrified at such a thing, but tonight I was licking my lips at the challenge and desperate to please my owner.

Not only that, he's demanding that you trust him that he won't skip doses (deliberately or otherwise) just to knock you up. I'm not saying you should or shouldn't trust him, but it's clear he doesn't trust YOU, and frankly, if you did become poz and then he dumped you, you would be the one responsible for your health. So take responsibility for your health NOW.

Nice! Nothing beats a big load of bear cum.

Went to Catalyst right after volunteering at Folsom street fair. There were easily hundreds of guys in there . As soon as I checked my clothes , an average, tall built white guy in his 30s locked his sight on me. He wore thick glasses, has bad skin and uneven teeth. His unatttactive look was a hot contrast to his 7.5 inches beautiful man meat. I kneeled down and sucked his wet dick, thats lubed up but tasted fresh. He pushed me against a bed , forced his dick into me while standing . I quickly sniffed some poppers as he pounded my fresh hole. There was a mirror adjacent to us, seeing a real man using my hole felt divine. After fifteen minutes, he let out a loud moan. I thanked him for donating my first load of the night, he kissed my mouth before leaving the club. I went upstairs, get in all four on a bed , ass up face down. An Asian top with a thick 7 inch slipped right into me (I always looked at my tops and thanked them when they are finished with me). He squeezed my ass , taking his dick all out and shoved it all in repeatedly. I can feel my cunt twitching due to his aggressive moves . “You like that?” He asked rhetorically as he pinched my nipples hard. I kept moaning as he used my pussy for about 10 minutes, then told me he needs to sample his next hole. A smaller , skinny young black guy then pulled me over to a couch . He has a smaller (around 5.5) tool, so having me kneeling on the edge of a couch is a great way for him to pound hard. “That’s a sloppy hole, fuck yeah,” he said as he kept sliding in and out of it till he gets tired. Despite having a good start , the latter crowd at catalyst seemed more into watching than fucking. I disliked catalyst for that which make me miss 442 natoma. I decided to try my luck at Eros. I didn’t waste my time and got on a sling once I get to Eros. Waited for a while till a hung , muscular white daddy came and touched my hole with his fingers. He grinned at my wet hole , shoving his dick right into it as I sniffed some poppers. He held my legs onto his nicely built shoulders as I submitted my hole and full attention to him. A crowd gathered by , where a Good Samaritan hold the sling tighter so daddy can go even harder and deeper . Daddy didn’t make much noise when he ejaculated, but I could feel the big load as he did his final thrust. Took a break and checked my phone as there wasn’t much action at the next 30 minutes - full of voyeurs again.. “Did you leave Catalyst? The vibe sucks tonight “ I got a text from a regular 8.5 inch black stallion top on Sniffies. He asked me over and I gladly complied , knowing he would definitely made my night. He put a towels underneath me, as I arched my back into doggy position by the edge of the bed. “Look at that pussy , damn.” ”It’s your pussy now, sir. Don’t stop until you want to.” I pleaded . “I won’t,” He said, shoving his stallion meat into my open wet hole. Sir pounded me in a nice, smooth pace . He was taking his time , but definitely utilizing the cum bucket with his entire dick. I could still feel some pain despite earlier action and strong poppers , purely due to his size, but the pleasure of his rhythmic thrust was euphoric. We switched to missionary , reverse cowboy , and sideway , all in the demand of Sir. Sir kissed and slapped me ,pinched my nipples as he was grinding on top of me. Sir asked me to get back into doggy again, instructed me to take long sniff of poppers, “because I am going to rape your hole.” Sir was not lying . He was brutalizing my hole , intensifying the pounding while covering my mouth with his big hands. Sir loaded up my hole after few minutes of such rough play. Sir ordered me to squeeze out the cum from my gaping hole. I could feel a never ending stream flowing down my legs onto the towels . ” You’re such a good cumdump.” Sir complimented me. ”Sir can use me anytime, and tell all his top friends about me . I will take any dicks that sir wanted me to, and have no right to refuse” I said as I’m getting dressed . “I can make that happen, boy. Now, get out before I fell asleep.” Sir ordered . i sheepishly complied , walking home side to side, after an intense two hours of sober fuck.

I was taught that a good faggot always sucks a cock that just bred them. No matter how dirty.

Took a load from a younger skinny black guy today. Met him at his place after much going back and forth about hosting. Sucked him for a while and he turned me around to pump his pozed gooey load into my gut.

I like going from mouth to ass and back to mouth again. Sometimes multiple times during the same fuck.

CHAPTER 12 "Mind if I sit next to you?" Ricky asked, snapping me out of my beautiful daydream. "The table's a bit big for us to sit at either end if we'll be feeding from the same plate" "Oh no...sure...that'll be fine" I said, as he pulled up a chair next to me, setting a pair of plates & cutlery down. I couldn't help but sneak taking looks at his body as he was organising everything. I was shocked at how much I was doing this, particularly as I was "straight"...well straightish. I'd certainly never done anything while I was sober, at least of my own free will anyway. All the stuff at the resort was when I was pretty hammered, and the same so far with Vegas, well I was volunteered for Ricky. "I wanted to invite you round to make amends for last night, it seemed like what I'd said upset you for some reason? I certainly hadn't meant to..." "Oh no Ricky, it was nothing to do with you. It was just a shock that I'd been signed up to do the scene when Mike was the one that signed me up for it. I wouldn't have agreed to it at all, he just told me that I had...." "I'm so sorry...I had no idea....if I'd known I wouldn't have done the scene." he put his arm round me as he said that. "It's OK...you weren't to know I hadn't agreed to it...but surely you knew that I was married?" He let out a large laugh, "Shit man...the number of married guys I've screwed whether on screen or in my private life. Actually I shouldn't say that...it makes me sound terrible!" I mean, he's a porn actor, of course he's fucked heaps of guys! "But if it's scenes, half the time they're prop wedding rings anyway. Well, for a guy that hadn't signed up for it, you did a really good job." He gave my thigh a pat and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, it was only then I realised my towel had fallen open and looking down, his encouraging words had encouraged another part of me. "Thanks, you really put me at ease. I'd never been in a scene before...in fact I've not really been with guys much full stop. Mike and me drunkenly fooled around a bit a few years back and had been kinda blackmailed into something else around that time.." "God, you were actually married AND pretty much straight?" I nodded. "I think that's pretty much a first for me too onscreen. Well, you're what we'd call in the industry a one scene wonder, coz there'd be no shortage of companies keen to bring you in." I blushed, "Well, I was pretty drunk & pissed last night and something happened after I left..." "And you think I"M bad? You slut!!!" "Well... I ended up being a part of a scene for VIP Crew last night. I was just going to be dancing in the background but I was pretty drunk and some poppers got passed around and I ended up getting tagteamed by a couple of guys..." I could tell Ricky seemed disappointed. "Yeah...they do that a lot....it's an easy way to get guys to do things they don't wanna do for cheap. I don't like their morals at all. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm fucking guys on camera but I wanna make sure everyone's OK with it & not doing things they didn't sign up for." It was so sweet of him, without even thinking I put his head on my shoulder as he pulled me in and he gently kissed the top of my head. "Thanks, I really did have an amazing time with you." We spent the next little while, just sitting & sharing breakfast and talking about our lives. He'd moved out of the main part of Vegas a while back so he could have a bit more land, a bigger place & privacy and get away from it all to live a more relaxed lifestyle. With so much privacy and the heat, he felt he barely needed clothes at all unless he had to go into town or if he needed to for company. I talked about my wife & kid and how it still felt like there was something missing and that what Ricky had seemed to be the ideal life. He was enjoying the solitary life but not as much as he thought he would. Before I knew it, a couple of hours had gone by with us talking about anything & everything. I'd never done that with anyone for so long, not even Clare. After my towel falling open earlier, I didn't even care about wandering around Ricky's house naked like he was even though my body wasn't a patch on his. "I probably should have a shower...I hadn't even realised! I probably stink!" "Nah...you're totally fine" Ricky laughed. "It's just down the hall like I said before. I'll clean up here & bring some towels down for you in a sec." "Oh, want me to help?" "Nah it's cool, and anyway. That means I can watch that fine ass of yours walk down the hall." As I turned around to say that he must be kidding, I could see that his eyes were directly on my ass. I could tell that he was embarrassed to be caught out and I smiled at him. I couldn't help but have butterflies, did he have feelings for me too? The water felt so good on me as the shower started, and I was so relaxed. It was the best I'd felt in so long and at least some of it had to be attributed to Ricky. The shower was so luxurious and was on the opposite side of the door and so I got a little fright when I heard Ricky say that he was putting towels next to the sink. I turned round and could see that he was trying to hide a rapidly growing erection. It was then I decided to make a life-altering decision. I moved to the side a little bit, "You know can join me in here if you want?" "You'll never know how much I was hoping you'd say that" Ricky said as he walked into the shower. He pulled me in close to him, his hands on my ass and I put my arms round him as we made out like lifelong lovers under the water. END OF CHAPTER 12

This was tweeted. I’m pretty sure it’s not the person tweeting it… can anyone identify this video…and if there’s a longer version??? [think before following links] https://twitter.com/terupincur/status/1270557921261367296?s=21

I think I was used by straight guys.... and I loved it. Last night, I was messaging with a top on Sniffies, it was an anon profile and kinda slow with replies so I didn't think anything would come of it. After it got a little later, the guy said he wanted to fuck now but I had to come to him. He was an on duty firefighter and he wanted to fuck me in a storage area at his firehouse. He told me to park a bit away and walk over. While I'm on my way, he asks if another guy can fuck me too, I say yes. I walk over, was about to give up because no response to text, then door cracks open. I go in and there's one guy, late 30s, fit, average looks, average cock, six inch cut, who I assume is the guy I was talking to. I go to suck his cock and he pushes me away. He tells me to pull down my pants, bend over a desk that's shoved in the corner and not to talk. He pulls out his cock and starts jerking to get hard. Not working so he pulls out his phone and I can hear straight porn at a very low volume. He gets hard and starts fucking me with spit only, still watching the porn on his phone. After about five minutes I hear the door open and close. Another guy comes in, older guy, mid 40s, and I hear him say "let me go first I have to go back in". He also says "Don't let him go, Al needs him too". The guy who was fucking me pulls out and the older guy moves into place. He starts slapping his dick on my ass to get hard and I can feel that his dick is a lot bigger. I take a hit of poppers and he didn't seem too happy about that... Told me no more and to make sure I took them with me. He pushed in and started pumping my ass with full long strokes. He did this for about two minutes and then shot his load with little more than a grunt. He pulled out, said see you inside to the other guy and left. The first guy, still watching the porn on his phone, slide back in. He seems to be trying but struggling to cum. After about ten minutes he finally shoots his load in me. He pulls out, pulls his pants up and tells me to stay where I am. Another guy is gonna fuck me but he doesn't like to do it with anyone else there. He leaves. About 10 minutes later this super hot latino guys comes into the room. I don't think he was straight, not sure if he was out. He was whispering dirty talk about the cum in my ass, and started eating my hole. I asked to suck his cock and he said yes. Really nice uncut cock, about 8 inches. I sucked him for a bit then he told me to turn over. I took another hit of poppers and this guy asked if he could have some. He started fucking me and it was pretty clear he was enjoying my ass a lot. He fucked for about 15 minutes, with intermittent breaks to lick up the cum he was fucking out of my ass. He cam hard, covering his face with his shirt to muzzle the noise. We got dressed, he told me to wait five minutes and then go out through the door I cam in. I said, I hope to come back again and he said, "I doubt it. They never use the same guy twice" This is defiantly one of the hottest fucks that I've had in a long time!

A lot of self-energy is released during orgasm. This is one reason most men feel tired or sleepy after the cum, and we've all noticed the change in our energy state after we ejaculate. If his dick is in you, you absorb his self-energy into yours (there can also be some of this effect with just body contact, for example, but it's not the same). There are also chemical compounds in semen that can affect mood. And then there's the psychological component, the satisfaction and even elation from the experience.

I couldn’t agree more. I feel somehow complete when a man releases his essence in me. It comes natural to me and I feel myself open up to receive him.

I'm hoping to get some feedback on one thing I don't quite understand: 1. As a group of men that love wanton sex with each other, how does the issue of becoming positive or not becoming positive impact our behavior? It would seem to me that pigsex, Breeding Holes, Holes taking Sperm off many different Cocks, would satisfy the urge to have wanton sex with other men that love to service their Lusts. So, it follows that, our behavior, our urges, our needs are what they are, and we are committed to servicing those Lusts. 2. Thus, it is the behavior that is most important, right? Not necessarily the + or - status of our Brothers, only the wanton behavior is truly important. It is the sharing of our Lusts that sates the urge to Breed / be bred, at least for a little while. Ten minutes after the Mating has occurred, maybe the cravings return full force, but that's not what I'm asking about. 3. I well understand the need to "feel a part of the Brotherhood", and all the affirmation that entails. Someone once said "No man is an island", and it's true: we do need to feel like we're part of a larger group, particularly when what we crave is considered by the larger society as an undesirable thing. That said, we're already Brothers in our Lusts. Even those guys that still haven't even had sex with another man ... yet. The fact that any of us are here on this site proves that we're a part of the Brotherhood. It is our behavior (or, perhaps behavior-to-come) that defines us as Brothers. 4. I have absolutely no idea of how many positive Holes I've bred, and I don't really care. What I have done is shared my Lusts with many (per a previous post, a very many), and it is that Mating with my Brothers that creates the specialness of my chosen path. Not poz, not neg, only the thrill of Mating with my Brothers-in-Lust counts. What really counts is, I do it, and that's the important thing. I indulge my Lusts, share my (polite cough) talents with men that appreciate those talents. I don't sit around wishing this or that were the case, I go out and do it. It doesn't matter what my status is, unless a guy asks, at which point it is important to be honest. 5. Therefore, when a man, for whatever well-considered reason, decides to "chase", it seems to me to be an ancillary issue. Whatever the status, it's the act of Mating with our Brothers that's the important thing. I'll Breed him, one way or the other. It's what "connects" me to you, you to me, all of us to each other. It's our sexual behavior, driven by our Lusts, that connects us in a Brotherhood, and I don't see any other facet of this Life doing that. I've been a BreedPig since well before hiv ever came, and I felt kinship with my Brothers then, and I do now. It's our behavior that matters, creates the Brotherhood. 6. If becoming charged is important to a guy, great. So go out, take every raw Cock you can, and get your ass out there and Live the Life. I know that there are a lot of non-charged Cocks out there these days, but there are plenty of charged Cocks out there too. The only way a guy gets charged up* is if he's out there, proving through his behavior that he's either already poz, or chasing it. If a guy prefers to take a pill and protect himself against becoming poz, great. He's already out there living his dreams, sometimes for decades. Crux of the issue (for me, anyway): How does it impact the sense of Brotherhood that we're already a part of because of our sexual Lusts / behavior one way or the other? Every one of us who embraces wanton sexual behavior is - by definition - already one of our Brothers. It's the behavior that counts, that matters; not the status. As always ... It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm *other than blood-play, obviously

The biology of sex is significantly studied, to the point that we understand the degree to which the body reacts to chemistry that it produces internally during sex, and to which it is exposed from the other participant. Arousal is indeed largely a matter of the mind, but the mind also receives a barrage of cues from the senses and other biochemical processes that start firing when the potential for breeding arises. Some of these internal chemical changes are processes we have evolved to forge bonds between individuals involved in mating to ensure a connection for the raising of offspring. In the strictest sense, you could say there is an 'essence' to semen, in the form of a number of compounds that are transferred from the Top to the recipient that, when absorbed, act in the manner of a drug to induce feelings of pleasure and well-being, and to promote bonding. When a Man floods my cunt with his cum, I can feel the change in me; it is more than something in my thought - it is something that he has induced in me. There is a different sort of 'essence' to semen, though, I think, in a philosophical sense as well, that comes into play in the context of male-on-male sex. I can't speak for everyone of course, but for myself I can say that there is something profound about the idea of another masculine being entering my body and depositing his masculine essence inside me. I am male, and have masculine essence of my own, yet he will physically penetrate to my interior and inject his masculinity there - imposing his own masculine essence over mine, supplanting it. What's more, when he does it I actually feel the power of him wash over and suffuse into my body because his chemistry causes my body to react. He breeds me because he is driven strongly by his masculine instinct to breed, to inseminate. I don't have that same strong instinct. Instead, I somehow instinctively understand that I am meant to be the cunt that receives his breeding. When I contemplate this, I can't help feeling that there is something very essential, very basic about it, a fundamental truth that it tells about men like him and men like me. It feels as though there is an order to things, in which he is meant to breed me and I am meant to be bred. An order in which his masculinity dominates mine by virtue of his potent semen.

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I am hosting as a cum dump from 10/06 to 10/10 in New York City. Trying to surpass my 35 load count in 4.5 hours. I will be staying at a hotel that does not have security. Hmu if you’re interested! Please send stats and cock pics. I don’t party. Only weed and poppers

After 18 months, my company finally decided to bring people back to the office. I had been working from home since lockdown began in mid-March 2020, and for that entire time my work apparel consisted of shorts and a polo in summer, jeans and a polo in winter. So when they announced we were coming back to the office, I took a look in my closet and realized I needed to do some shopping! I hate crowds so rather than going on a Saturday, I waited and hit the mall on Sunday morning just as the stores opened. The mall was nearly deserted, with only a few elderly mall walkers and some store workers opening for the day. I found my go-to men's store and walked in. Like the mall, it was empty. A sole clerk stood behind the counter. He was about my age, about 5'9" with a slender build. For reference, I'm 6'2" and over 300 pounds. "Good morning," I greeted him. He looked up from the shirt he was folding on the counter, and as we locked eyes I felt a spark. There was nothing particularly special about him that I could discern. He was an average looking guy, clean-shaven with wavy brown hair, clearly dressed in clothes from the store. He grinned. "Good morning," he responded. "What can I help you with?" I explained why I was there and he pointed me to the back of the store, where they kept the racks of dress pants and dress shirts. He stayed behind the counter, which I appreciated. I hate clingy salespeople. After about 15 minutes I had amassed a pile of pants and shirts that I wanted to try on. I called the clerk over to unlock a dressing room for me. He reached under the counter and grabbed the key, then started toward me. As soon as he stepped from behind the counter, I saw it: a huge bulge in the front of his pants. My dick instantly began leaking as I mentally pictured the big, thick cock that looked like it was about to burst through the seams. He caught me staring before I could avert my gaze. "You like?" he said, a twinkle in his eye as he walked past me and down the hallway where the dressing rooms were located. Caught off-guard, all I could stammer was "Y-y-yes." Without a word he unlocked the very last dressing room. It had a handicap symbol on it, which meant it was larger than the typical room. "Be right back," he said with a smile, and walked past me toward the front of the store. As he did, he let his hand caress my ass. At the front of the store he pulled out a sign with a picture of a clock and moveable hands. At the top, it read "Back soon!" He adjusted the time on the clock to show 11:45 - half an hour from now - then pulled down the gate and attached the sign to it. Walking back toward me, he grinned. "I'm here by myself, gotta keep anyone from bothering us." Then he walked past me to the open dressing room. Standing just outside the door, he turned to face me and slowly unzipped his pants. He lowered them slowly, teasing me, until his enormous cock sprang free with such force that it made an audible sound as it smacked his stomach. I wasted no time. I dropped the clothes I had been holding and in one fluid motion I was on my knees, my hands grasping that beautiful cock. It was ten inches long at least, and impossibly thick. It took both hands for me to be able to completely encircle its girth. Greedily, I sucked at the tip, then took it in my mouth. My tongue danced around it as I worked as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could, but it was a struggle. He sighed with pleasure and placed his hands on the back of my head, urging me to take it deeper. Finally I could go no further. He must have recognized this, because he pulled me to my feet. "Strip," he said, forcefully. I did as I was told, and in seconds stood before him naked. he took his time, running his hands all over my body, into the crack of my ass. He stuck a finger in my mouth and I sucked greedily on it. Then he reached behind me and I felt that same, spit-lubed finger enter my hungry hole. Instantly, I felt the familiar ache. I needed it to be his cock, and now. "I want you to fuck me," I hissed. "Now." He grinned. "Good thing I'm prepared!" He stepped into the open dressing room and from under the bench, he withdrew a bottle of lube and a little brown bottle. He handed the brown bottle to me. "There's something you need to know before we go any further," he said, and lifted his shirt. There, just above his pubic mound and below his belly button was a biohazard tattoo. "I'm poz, and I'm not on meds," he stated flatly. I was taken aback. I heard my breath stop as it caught in my throat. A shiver ran down my spine and I could feel beads of sweat break out on my forehead. But surprisingly, I was not turned off as I had always imagined I would be. I wasn't disgusted or afraid in any way. In fact, I felt a wave of horniness wash over me and my cock began leaking precum incessantly. He was studying my face for my reaction. I suspect I surprised him too as I lifted the brown bottle to my nose and inhaled deeply. "Fuck my ass." It was almost an order. That was all the prompting he needed. He spun me around and guided me into the dressing room. "Get on your knees facing the bench," he said, and I complied. I knelt on the floor with my elbows on the bench, watching in the mirror as he squirted a generous amount of lube into his hand. He slathered my hole, sticking two fingers as deep inside me as they would go, and I heard some drip onto the carpet beneath me. Then another squirt that he rubbed all over his raw, poz cock. I was breathless with anticipation as I realized he would soon be stretching my hole with that beautiful thing. He crouched behind me and I could feel the head of his cock sliding up and down my crack. I got a brief twinge of pleasure each time it caressed my hole. Then gently, he began to enter me. As I took multiple hits from the brown bottle my hole opened hungrily to accept him, stretching to accommodate his girth. I felt him slide into my ass, a single smooth motion until he was balls-deep. I felt the electricity as he hit my prostate. The precum was gushing from my cock, forming a pool beneath me that eventually merged with the drops of lube. I had never been that full, and it felt amazing! He began to work in and out, lengthening his strokes a little at a time until he grabbed my hips and plunged in and out, working my hole to its maximum. With each thrust he almost pulled all the way out before ramming balls-deep again, each time hitting my prostate perfectly. Before long I felt my own cum pulsing out onto the floor. Soon his breathing quickened and I knew he was close. "Where do you want my poz cum?" he asked. "Inside me," I responded. For a moment it felt as though I had left my body and was watching in disbelief as I said those words. "Fucking poz me!" "With pleasure," he grunted. He plunged his cock as deep into me as he could and I felt the telltale pulses as he unleashed his load. I came again as his pulses subsided. Slowly he withdrew and stood. I could see in the mirror that his cock and balls were a mess of cum and lube that had a pinkish hue to it. Had he made me bleed? Of course he had. But I didn't care. I spun around and expertly cleaned every drop off his shaft and balls, savoring the taste as I did. At last it was time to get dressed. He invited me to stay and try on the clothes I had selected, but I was exhausted from our escapade and starting to feel just a little freaked out by what we had done. I finished dressing and headed out of the store. I walked out of the mall and quickly got in my car. I drove straight home to shower and douched as best I could. Part of me was incredulous and scared that I had taken a poz load, but a bigger part of me was more turned on than I had ever been before. I jerked off twice more that afternoon. The next day I decided to go back to the mall. Approaching the store, I could see the same clerk working inside. He looked up and grinned as I entered. "I saved those clothes for you," he said. "You alone?" I asked him. "Yup." "Fuck me again." His eyes widened in surprise but without another word, he grabbed the "Back soon!" sign and headed for the store entrance. I walked back to the dressing room and stripped, anxious to get another fix of his huge cock and poz load.

I love to fuck a Pte-seeded asshole. I like it best when I watch the boy I'm gunna fuck get fucked and pumped full of seed by another daddy. The second he pulls out I shove my cock in deep and enjoy his hot freshly pumped seed. I fuck him hard and add my load.

I wonder if it was the same fucker who did it to me today. We were chatting on Sniffies- I was WFH and rearranged my morning to go meet him. I should have listened to my intuition bc something just seemed slightly off- like it was just too easy. Anyway, I biked across half of Brooklyn to go meet him - and he even asked me to pick up some lube (he was "visiting"). Right at the moment I said "here", Sniffies said "profile unavailable"... He blocked me. I quickly switched to an anonymous profile just so I could tell him to go fuck himself... But he (smartly) logged off. The way it happened, it was clearly his plan all along. So there went my morning...

second hump day in a row that i got humped and my ass got loaded

Just met with a guy from Grindr I've been talking to for a while, he had me meet him at a park, took me to the bathroom, had me get down and suck his cock. When he was ready I bent over and he slid his semihard cock in me and started pumping, lasted about 5 minutes before he had me begging for him to breed me. He grabbed my hips and pumped me full of his cum

Katie spent the week at my apartment, she doesn't know who mugged me (and I've told her I don't know either) It wasn't that fun of a week, she was debating whether or not to take the contract and job up in San Jose. So we had a lot of real tense conversations. We were still debating when the weekend came. In all honesty it's a good idea whether we end up together or not, it's a good direction for her to go, and it would also probably lessen the risk of her finding out what has been happening behind her back the last month or two. I can still get it up for her but it takes a lot of stimulation on her end, and imagination on mine. We decided to head back to her apartment for the weekend and enjoy some drinks, games and see what the boys were up to. Every day and night I was worried Thomas would come back and poz me in front of her. The weekend was fun, and even with the enjoyable weekend she was still debating whether or not to go. Stephen suggested since I was mugged at my apartment that it wasn't safe, and that she should go up to San Jose and I should take her room. I made sure to give him a snarky look when she wasn't looking. I'm not even sure if he knows it was Thomas who "mugged" me. Everyone was I agreement that that option made the most sense. I was living month to month, and the lease at the apartment wasn't up, it'd be easier for me to sublet than for me to find a new affordable apartment during the pandemic. Sunday rolled around and Katie had to tell Mark her decision before Monday. The boys went to brunch and we stayed in and watched Netflix. The apartment door opened but we didn't hear the boys, and them Thomas burst through her door with Johnny and a guy I've never seen. We were clothed but Katie pulled the sheets up quickly and yelled. I backed away from the door and off the bed. "Don't worry bitch, we're here for his ass", Thomas said walking over to me. He took me by the wrist and twisted it behind my back, leading me back to the bed. He kneed the back of my knees which pushed my knees onto the bed. My chest was pressed down to the bed and my boxer briefs were pulled down to my knees, I lifted a knee and they were ripped off my legs. Katie was now sitting in a chair covered in clothes, with her hands covering her mouth. "You can have poppers slut, but there will be no lube, unless it's your mouth or our spit." Thomas instructed. Poppers were tossed on the bed in front of me, I greedily opened the first bottle and took one hit per nostril. I felt warm but it'd take a lot more now to get my head spinning. Thomas spit on my ass and then his dick. And started to press it against my ass. I took another 2 hits of poppers and stayed down with my head facing away from Katie. There was a click of a camera starting to film, and I took another 2 hits as Thomas slowly and painfully entered my ass. "Either way I would've posed you bitch. you just prolonged it and made it more painful for yourself by going on preP" Thomas said, spitting on his dick again. "I know" I mustered out. "You wanted it to be rougher didn't you, you wanted me to fuck you more" "Yes" I moaned taking another hit of poppers. A towel was sprayed with Maximum impact and placed between my face and the bed. "Come here and spit on my cock" Thomas said to one of the guys. Someone walked up next to him and spit, but it was clear it wasn't one of the guys. Thomas had Katie spit on his cock. I moved my head towards her chair and she wasn't there. "Now go back over there and continue rubbing your disgusting pussy as we poz your boyfriends ass." She leaned into the chair and I could see he wasn't kidding, her panties were soaking wet, and her hand disappeared beneath them to rub herself. Did this turn her on? Fuck, we're definitely over now and she's leaving. The poppers made my thoughts wander but also brought them back to his cock reaching balls deep into me as he started to give full thrusts. "You enjoy my cock in your ass more than you like your worthless cock in your girl don't you." "mmhmm" I managed between thrusts. "What faggot?" "Yes Sir" I answered. "Yes what faggot" "Yes Sir I would rather you fuck me than me fuck my girlfriend." I answered. I heard Katie moan. "Hear that bitch? He probably take cock better than you too" He said to Katie. Katie's eyes were going back and forth between closing in pleasure and watching the scene unfold infant of her. "Poz or not, this won't be the last time I, or my friends fuck you. Your ass is made for this and it will be ready when I want. Yes?" "Yes Sir" I answered. "Now tell me to Poz you" "Poz me Sir." I moaned. "Why bitch?" Thomas demanded, spreading my ass and lengthening his strokes into me. "I want your seed to be apart of me" "Why bitch" "Because you've got the best cock, Sir." "I think you want me to Poz you because you're a true faggot now." "Yes Sir" "Are you a faggot now?" "Yes sir, I'm your faggot" I said melting into the bed. I heard Katie squeak into an orgasm. Her legs crossed and my legs started to shake as my cock leaked cum from my semi hard cock onto the bed. Thomas saw it all and came deep into my ass with the same yell he had the first time he came in me in this bed the night of the party. The other guy slipped a chastity device on my cock and locked it, he tossed a key to Katie. She tossed it back to him, "That cock isn't for me anymore." "You can keep this room little bitch, as long as they agree to keep filming it." "wha-" I started to say. "You heard me, and I heard you. That cock is useless, but your ass is for cocks now. I'm going up to San Jose and you're staying here, and I want to make sure they film your dirty fucking ass every time. "DAMMN" Thomas said. "Given up by your own girl, Just as well, he'll be poz soon" I collapsed on the bed, Katie changed and walked out of the room on the phone with Mark. The guys left me to do laundry, a mixture of light blood and cum on the bed.

I think that was just his way of letting you down Easy

I feel like the best way to ensure that lots of guys in a sauna/cruising spot want to breed you is to let them see someone else breed you... seems lots of tops can't resist the chance to fuck a hole once they know it's already loaded.

Youths a mask, but it don't last. Gotta say, I can still pull a yung un, now and then. If they are not interested then they are not interested, just move along the bus, there is someone for everyone. Humour attracts and so does being down to earth.

I took a couple days off the glory holes after the last experience and ignored a couple of text from the black guy. I was again fighting with myself about this entire oral and now my anal desires. I made a compromise with myself and decided to go back to the park glory hole and avoid the hole that got me in trouble. I made my way there after work. The place was deserted but I went in and sat in the middle booth and about five minutes later in came a guy. He entered the stall to the right and simple pulled out his dick and slide it through the hole. Fuck I thought, this guy is a ginger, and his pubic hair is bright red. I immediately began to suck his dick and he soon grow to 8 inches. I sucked him for four or so minutes and he then began making a fucking motion in my mouth, so I lubed up my ass and then his dick and slide back on his cock and he fucked me for five minutes and shot his load inside me. The guy said nothing, and I only heard a grunt at the end, and he quickly cleaned up and left. I caught a glimpse of a wedding ring as he buttoned up his pants before bolting. I only had to wait another three minutes and the next guy came in and he went into the left booth and tapped his foot, and I circled the hole and he feed his cock through. He was average thickness 7.5” and I began sucking and then I heard the door and pulled off and got back on the toilet. I peeked into the hole, and it was a Latin guy, and I tapped my foot, and he did too and then I circle the hole with my finger and the guy stood up and slide his fat uncut dick through the hole. I began to suck him and as I jacked the other dick and lubed up my hole and his dick and I backed on to the first guy and let him fuck me while I sucked this hot Latin dick and minutes later, I heard the other guy moan and then grunt and knew he had cum in my ass. The guy cleaned up quickly and left while I kept sucking this hot dick, I had not tasted cum in a long time, and he seemed to be enjoying it but then he started fucking my mouth and hit the wall, so I lubed his dick up and backed onto it and fucked me for a good eight minutes and then shot inside me. I quickly turned around and he let me suck him clean and then he said something in Spanish and left. I should have been satisfied but I was still horny and needed more. I needed to come at the very least. My phone went off while I was there, so I checked it. Fucking little slut, where have you been? You are needed tonight at the Hotel Indigo. Hot executive needs your hot mouth. You will enjoy it, I promise. I have no idea why I agreed but I did. He gave me the room number and told me to be there at 8 PM. I went home and cleaned up and cleaned out but still had not cum. I told my girl I had to meet up my boss for a work thing and I headed out to meet the executive. I received a text at 6:45 asking if I was on my way. I text him back I was. Yes, I am on my way. He shot back good, when you get there go up to room 615 and follow all his instructions. I hesitated and thought this could be the same set up as before and I almost cancelled but I was still so horny that I had to see it though. I got there and headed up to his room and knocked and when the door opened it was an older nice-looking man in his 40’s 5’11 180 pounds and built. He invited me in and once inside he leaned down and kissed me. He was a great kissed and then he started undressing me. He soon had my clothes off and we were on the bed with me naked and him in his t-shirt as I sucked his big fat 8” cock. He would stop me ever so often and make out with me and he was so much more playful than anyone else I had been with, and he wanted me to try on a harness, so I did. He kept telling how hot I looked and then he led me into the adjoining told me he wanted to see me on this sawhorse thing he called a fuck bench. I looked at him funny and he said he wanted to fuck me on it. I climbed on and he began to play with my hole and then he slipped restraints on my ankles and wrist leaned in and kissed me again. He then slipped a ball gag in my mouth and whispered in my ear. We would not have had to do this if you answered your fucking text boy. I looked up and knew I was in for it, and he began to eat my hole and it felt amazing and then he lubed up my hole and his fat dick and slide inside me. He fucked me for ten minutes and shot his load inside me. Once finished he came around this time with his shirt off and I was able to see his scorpion tattoo for the first time on his right abdomen he began to unfasten the ball gag and told me to clean up his dick and I did just as he told me to do but in the back of my mind, I felt something was wrong with all this. After he was satisfied, I had cleaned up he ran his hands through my hair and slipped the ball gag back inside and fastened it. He slapped my ass and told me I was in for one hell of a night and went back to his room and locked the door leaving me there alone in the room. What the fuck had I gotten myself into, I then heard the door unlock and two guys came in. They undressed and they too had scorpion tats and one came over and started fingering my hole and the other whispered in my ear, I am going to take this gag out but you better fucking not say a word and just service our cocks. Do you understand you fucking pig? I said yes as he slipped out the ball gag. He quickly placed his dick in my mouth and told me to watch my teeth. I suck him hard to a full 9 inches as the other guy fucked my ass and once, he was done he drew in marker on my ass. I did not know what it was, but he drew two lines for the two loads I had taken. They quickly traded places and I was soon sucking an 8” dick clean as the other guy began fucking me and soon shot a load in my hole and the 8’ cock guy got dressed and left as the other guy brought his dick over and had me clean it after he too put a mark on my ass. He rubbed his hands through my hear and told me what a good little fuck I was and that he looks forward to fucking me many times. Then he pulled out and slipped the ball gag in my mouth and whispered, you are totally fucked boy. Enjoy yourself! I wondered what the fuck he meant by that as I waited for the next guy to come in.

Love this, I once froze 30 of my own loads and enjoyed every drop, have tried to get a guy to do this for me but haven't had any luck yet.

so incredibly turned on by your family experiences! would love to chat 🙂

wow, he takes it like a champ!

Whore 2 I hesitated for a minute...a black curtain obscured my view of the room. “Fuck it,” I thought and followed through. My eyes grew in surprise, it was an entire showroom of fetish ware, not the basics of the front room I had just exited. I walked around examining the cold metal cages, feeling the subtle leather of the slings and other items. There were shelves of various size toys... metal and silicone plugs, dildos and other things to fill a hungry cunt. The gear... harnesses, chaps and jocks lined an entire wall in leather and rubber. Wandering around, I examined the items... sometimes picking up an item that intrigued me. “Like what you see?” the boy grinned seeing me taking it all in. He stood behind the circular counter of glass cases full of cock rings, tit clamps, body jewelry and other items in the middle of the room. Seeing him pulling a glass pipe out of a drawer, I worked my way over and watched him light it... the wisps drifting into the air mixing with the smell of leather and rubber of the room. Walking around the counter, he blew the white cloud into my mouth then kissed me. It was all that was necessary. He smiled and took hold of me kissing me roughly. Forcing his tongue in and around my mouth, he slipped a hand into the back of my jeans and underneath the waist of my jock. His fingers began to probe my cunt and I let out a sharp hiss. “Yeah fucker,” he growled, “I’ve heard about that hungry cunt.” I should have stopped, but the chems had taken over... I missed the reference. Breaking the kiss, he rapidly undid my jeans and pushed them to my ankles. “Aww fuck!” he groaned, making his way down to my now bulging ripe jock and he fell to his knees. Leaning his head against my abs and inhaling the two-week stale stench of piss and sweat emanating from the stained pouch, his mouth gripped the mesh. Quickly, he worked my sneakers and jeans off as tossed my tshirt to the side. “Aww man, suck my cock,” I grunted, feeling the kneeling boy’s rough hands rubbing against my smooth tensed thighs. Releasing my cock from its mesh confines with his tongue, he devoured every inch of my swollen cock with his hungry mouth. I attempted to steady myself by grabbing his head. Fuck... I had never had a blowjob like this one! My senses went into overdrive with lust at the sight of the muscular boy taking my entire cock, his back arched exposing his metal plugged cunt. I rapidly face-fucked the boy, enjoying the suction of his mouth until I couldn’t hold back. Feeling my balls release an explosion of cum into the still sucking mouth, my hands slipped off the sweat slicked skin of his skull and fell to my knees gasping for air. Grabbing me by the shoulders, my talented cocksucker leaned towards me, revealing the huge load of cum I had just erupted. “Feed fucker,” he grinned, slowing releasing the milky prize into my mouth. Hungrily, I immediately opened my throat allowing the warm cum to slide across my tongue and down my throat. “Relax,” he said soothingly at my labored breathing and inhaled some of my cum scented breath deeply into his lungs. “Stay right there, I gotta do my job now,” he ordered, his hands holding my rising and falling pecs. He rose, walked behind the counter, grabbed a black duffle bag and returned. Placing it beside me, he reached down, retrieving something... a leather harness. Taking hold of the harness, he dropped it over my shoulders and began buckling the straps tightly around my pecs pushing them up and forward. He again kneeled in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders. My now relaxed body took in the scent of black hide as he tightly fitted a soft leather armband to my right bicep. Nodding, he lightly brushed my tits with his fingertips causing them to harden and my breathing quickened again at the manipulation. Next, he grabbed a pair of restraints and securely locked them on my wrists. Satisfied, he dug through the remaining contents of the duffle bag, seemingly trying to decide on the next item. Pulling out a black leather jockstrap, he smiled and removed the codpiece revealing a hidden cock ring. “Try it on,” he encouraged or was it an order? At this point I didn’t know or in fact care. I eagerly grabbed it and stood. Stepping into the legs, I moaned feeling the leather waistband slide against my smooth thighs. “Here, let me help,” boy said, scrambling on his knees, working the waistband over my ass while grabbing my cock and ball sac. Trying not to get hard, I took deep breaths while he worked them through the metal ring. Adjusting them with one hand, he grabbed the codpiece and secured it in place before my increasing size would prevent it. Returning to the bag, he pulled out a pair of polished black leather boots, placed them before me and quickly scrambled to bring me a stool. Sitting down on the stool, I pulled the boots over my feet while it never occurred that they were a perfect fit. My hands moved to the right boot but his hands brushed mine aside and meticulously laced them as his back arched in an act of submission. Not able to resist any longer, he ran his tongue along the toe cap of the boot... licking and tasting the polished leather. I sat back, crossed my arms and watched the incredible sight of the boot-worshipping sub at my feet. Feeling encouraged by his servicing, I lifted my boot and presented the sole to see how far he would take this. I wasn’t disappointed... his tongue began to lovingly move in long strokes up and down the sole... heel to toe. I then lifted the left boot and grunted for him to repeat the ritual until I determined he was done. Standing, I brushed him aside and walked to the mirrored wall, the creaking leather of the unbroken in boots accentuating every step. “Shit yeah!” I gasped, seeing myself in leather gear for the first time as I held what I later learned was a slave harness in my hands highlighting my muscled pecs. My eyes moved down my hard abs and took in the massive bulge of the leather jock, no doubt enhanced by the hidden cock ring. “Fucking beautiful, but we’re not done,” boy whispered in my ear and guided me towards the counter. Grabbing the repacked pipe and torch, he handed it to me. “Gotta find the perfect one. But before that...” Taking hold of them, I held them in my hands... my eyes moved to the locked restraints but all I could concentrate on was the desire for the chems. I took a couple of hits, savoring the sensations flooding me and eyeing the boy that had just submitted to me after gearing me up. With a wicked smile, he opened and selected a three-inch wide slave collar and placed it on the glass countertop. Not understanding, I took a step back and exhaled a large cloud. Holding it up, he silently motioned me to approached the counter and I unconsciously obeyed all the while looking directly into his now menacing eyes. Placing my hands on the counter, he motioned me to bend forward and proceeded to buckle the collar around my neck. I trembled as I stood straight up, feeling the smooth black leather around my neck. “That’s the one,” he grunted, seeing the posture the width of the collar produced. “How’s that feel?” “I don’t understand,” I tentative said with a slight quiver in my voice, the combination of the chems and leather transformation exciting me. “You will,” boy cryptically answered, stepping around and placing a hand on my shoulder and placing the lit pipe to my lips. Hungrily, I inhaled, filling my lungs with the clouds I was beginning to crave. “It’s all for you,” he said mockingly as he slowly circled me. Not noticing boy’s movements, I continued concentrating on the rush the clouds were filling my body with until I felt a coldness at my cunt and I tensed. Slowly, his fingers roughly massaged my cunt lips until they opened up, allowing a lube slick finger to enter causing my innards to burn. At this point, I didn’t care... all I wanted was to be lost in the clouds and I closed my eyes and bent forward on the counter, allowing total access to my cunt. The invasion of my cunt went on with an additional digit... “Fucking insatiable,” he laughed, reaching over and grabbing a metal plug from the case and placed it directly in front of me. The sound of the metal clanging on the countertop directly in front of me brought me out of my trance. My eyes widened at the sight of the huge aluminum butt plug. “Go on, pick it up, whore,” he ordered... his hand still working my cunt, any semblance of submission to me now gone. I picked up the cold heavy plug with both hands, my elbows resting on the case. It must have been about 5 ½" in circumference at its widest point and weighed about 10oz. There was a metal tubing connecting the plug to the base, allowing the wearer to use it... I assumed... for extended periods of time. “Your Daddy decided on the large one, whore,” he grunted, inserting a third lubed finger inside me. I shook my head, not believing I would be able to take it. My cunt instinctively clenched around the slick fingers now manipulating the walls of my cunt, creating a carnal desire directly contradicting my hesitation. Grabbing the plug from my hands with his left hand, he slid his slick hand from my cunt directly in my mouth. “That’s a good whore, fucking taste your cunt juices... clean it up,” he ordered. The chem-fuel lust took over and I hungrily fed on the slime covered fingers, knowing that I was tasting my cunt. Shaking his head in amazement at the level of depravity I was exhibiting, he placed the plug against my now quivering cunt lips... surprised at the eagerness to accept anything it was offered. The he started to work the tip of the metal plug into my cunt. “SHIT! FUCK!” the garbled yell escaped through his fingers. I felt myself being split wide open as the tip advanced and my cunt lips slid over the expansive girth of the metal plug. Feeling the pressure increase, my breathing grew ragged. “Fucking deep breaths,” he ordered, trying to prevent me from hyperventilating. “I don’t want you passing out, you’re supposed to feel this.” He continued with no relief until, finally, my cunt relaxed. With a final thrust, my cunt lips slid over the length of the plug and collapsed on the rubber tubing, securely holding it in place. An incredible sensation shot through my cunt with the fullness and heft of the plug filling me. My cunt gripped it tightly and began to spasm around the invader until I surrendered to the most intense anal orgasm I had ever experienced. When it was finally over, I fell on the counter exhausted. Seeing my reaction, he smiled and kissed me on the cheek... his hands sliding down and playfully flicking the metal base of my cunt plug causing me to moan in delight as he licked his full lips. I hesitantly turned to look at him. “We haven’t been properly introduced whore... name’s Colin, but you they call me boy,” he laughed still working my plug. Seeing his sparkling blue eyes, I gathered the courage, met his lips and our mouths locked. Our tongues invaded each other’s mouth in lust, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. Continuing to suck each other’s tongues, my hands worked over his muscled pecs and worked his tit rings. “Fuck yeah, whore... work em!” he yelled. Moving down his waist, I grabbed boy’s ass cheeks and spread them and began to explore the matching plug sealed in his cunt. “Fuck!” he gasped into my mouth, feeling the rapid movement of my fingers thumping against the warm metal base. “Good, you’re finally prepared,” came the unexpected voice of my Daddy. Quickly turning in the voice’s direction, I quickly released boy and stood in disbelief of the man in front of me. How long had he been standing there? Was he here the whole time? Then it hit me, he had planned this for all along... I was the package to be picked up. Daddy wore a thick leather top harness across his broad muscled chest with a leather arm band accentuating his pumped-up left bicep. My eyes moved down his muscled abs to his cocooned leather bulge... the leather so subtle I could see the thick bulbous head of his uncut cock perfectly outlined. His booted legs were encased in a pair of skin-tight polished chaps that accentuated every muscle. “Go on whore, your Daddy’s waiting,” boy growled. “Boy, you have your orders,” Daddy snapped and boy quickly left. I momentarily stood there, my dilated eyes taking in the sight of my Daddy...never realizing this side of him. He definitely was the dominant one in our arrangement, but this was something else. Slowly, the astonishment subsided and the chems overtook me again. Working my way over to Daddy, all our past sessions filled my mind and I realized that I had surrendered myself to him that first night. I reached him and immediately knelt and kept my eyes lowered. “So... whore,” Daddy laughed as he held my collar tightly, “I’ve been fucking waiting for this since I first hired you. I knew right then and there what I wanted.” My eyes still lowered and no longer caring, I moaned. “Please Daddy.” Reaching down and lifting my chin, Daddy laughed, “Once you do this whore, you are mine." Slowly looking up into his green eyes, I nodded and mouthed, “Yes,” and sealed my fate. Licking my lips, I slid my mouth over the leather pouch holding the cock that I now served and began to worship my Daddy’s growing mound. Reaching up to release my prize, he growled, “No hands whore.” The mixture of sweat, cum and leather on the pouch permeated my taste buds and my determination to service cock increased. Working my way to the side, the scent of testosterone and musk invaded my nostrils and I gripped the leather pouch and released my Daddy’s cock. Sliding my mouth over the head of his massive cock, I expertly moved to take it down to the root. “Good whore,” Daddy grunted, feeling my throat surround the shaft as it rested on my tongue. Breathing through my nose, I stroked the underside and slowly began to fuck my face on his cock... all the while he held my chin and stared directly into my eyes. Feeling a stream of pre-cum from his cock, I continued to work my mouth with a lust and drug fueled frenzy for the cum within. I wanted this, I needed it. Feeling Daddy’s cock stiffen, his hands tightened on my face and pulled me completely down the shaft... my lips smashed against his groin. I couldn’t breathe... I began to panic as I felt his cock convulse and release a torrent of cum in the back of my mouth and filling my throat. Swallowing the viscous cum quickly, Daddy yelled at me to breathe through my nose while he held his cock down my throat. His hands started stroking my face and I finally relaxed and I was able to breathe again. “Good whore,” he complimented me as he rested his cock head on my tongue and a stream of liquid burst from the wide slit. “Drink whore!” Daddy commanded as he watched the surprise on my face and again held my head tightly. Tasting the acrid piss, I began to frantically gulp it down to avoid drowning... it seemed to go on forever. Feeling the flow lessen, I thought it would soon subside, but then he gripped my nose with his fingers and shoved his cock back into my mouth and down my throat. “All of it whore!” he ordered, forcing my head back to see my wide-open eyes. Then satisfied, he slowly released his hold on me and withdrew his cock. “Good whore,” he sneered, slapping my cheek hard. I fell back on the floor from the impact of the slap... my body shivering from the treatment I had just received. Part of me wanted to run... but the sweaty chemmed whore in me sat there. I couldn’t leave... in fact, I didn’t want to. Watching my Daddy walk away, I began to whimper... the feeling of abandonment overcoming me. He continued on, never looking back, and stopped at one of the shelves and easily pushed it aside revealing yet another room. He stood there at the doorway and smiled. "Follow me whore, but stay on all fours." Groaning, I wiped he remnants of piss from my chin with my hand and instinctively licked it clean and crawled towards my Daddy...

Part 7 It didn't take Paul very long to get to my place. As soon as I opened the door he gave me a high 5. "Another piece of trash to add to your list eh?" He said, entering my apartment. "Can't wait to see the fucker!" We went directly into the bed room where TJ was still splayed out giving a perfect view of his just raped ass. The hairs around his butthole were matted down from lube and fuck juice, and a small bit of pinkish cum dribbled out of his hole. "God damn that's hot!" Said Paul as he stripped of his clothes. "Look at that fucking pretty hole." TJ just laid there and softly moaned as Paul crawled between his legs. "Pease, no more." He quietly begged. I approached TJ's head and showed him another loaded rig. He just looked up at me with glazed over eyes. "Do you want more of this?" I asked him. And the greedy little meth whore inside of him respond, "Yes please." I smiled knowing I had almost totally broken this straight boy. "Then let my friend fuck you and it's all yours." I said as I dangled it in front of him. "All you have to do is ask him to fuck you. Ask him to fuck you, and when he's done, you'll get your reward." I could see that in TJ's fucked up head he was still fighting with his instincts as a straight boy to not give in. But I knew the meth whore inside of him would win over. I continued to dangle the rig in front of his face. "Come on, say it." I urged him on. "Ask him to fuck you. You've already taken one cock, and his is smaller. Do it!" I ordered him. TJ stared at the rig in front of his face. Finally, his mouth formed the words I wanted to hear. "Please fuck me." He said quietly. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." I retorted. "Please fuck me!" He said louder, with a certain desperation in his voice. That was all Paul needed to hear. He slid his 7 inches into the bound teenager beneath him. TJ let out a loud groan and his eyes rolled back in his head as Paul bottomed out in him. "Oh man that's nice!" Exclaimed Paul. "So tight and wet! Such a nice fucking pussy!" I sat back as I watched Paul fuck the piece of trash beneath him. The piece of trash that had just traded his ass for drugs. He slid his cock all the way out, then all the way back in. TJ grunted and moaned in pleasure as he took his second cock, giving in to his inner whore. Paul started to really pound TJ hard, slamming his hips into the skinny, hairy ass beneath him. I knew he was close to cumming and soon, he buried himself as he trembled and shook, and I knew he was pumping TJ full with another dirty load. TJ moaned as his guts were filled. Paul pulled out and wiped his slimy cock on TJ's hairy buttcrack before he rolled over in satisfaction. I examined TJ's hole and saw more light pink cum dripping out of it. I grabbed a pipe and sat on the bed next to Paul and got it rolling. We passed it back and forth while TJ turned his head to us and softly whined. I knew he wanted the pipe, but he wasn't getting it. When we finished, I picked up the rig and said to TJ, "Is this what you want? Do you want this now?" "Yes please!" He begged. "Can I please have it now?" "Yes you may." I said as I undid him from the chains. I rolled him over and Paul tied off his arm. Then, I took TJ's legs and placed them over my shoulders, lining up my cock to his hole. "What? Wait. You said I could have it if I asked him to fuck me!" He whined. "Yes boy. And you shall, as soon as my cock is back inside you." I replied. This was very important for his conditioning. I wanted him to associate a slam with cock in his ass. I wanted them to be one and the same with him. I started pushing into him and he gritted his teeth and winced in pain as his formerly virgin ass was stretched wide open again. Paul swabbed his arm and got the needle ready as I buried myself into the whore. "Look at me!" I demanded. TJ looked at me through his foggy eyes as Paul stuck the needle in him. As soon as he released the band, TJ's eyes rolled back into his head again as he coughed. I started pounding the boy as hard as I could, as he broke out in a fresh sweat. "Take it you little fucking meth whore!" I hissed. "Take the cock you traded your ass for. I'm gonna fuck up your world so much you little slut! I'm gonna use your ass however I want, and you're going to beg for it. You're gonna learn what you have to do to get high!" TJ responded by wrapping his arms and legs around me as he gave himself over to me and the drugs. "Fuck me, oh god fuck me!" He gasped. "Oh god it feels so good. Please fuck me harder! Oh fuck it's so good! Fuck my ass!" And fuck him I did. I pounded his little ass for at least 20 minutes before I unloaded into his guts. I pulled out and TJ just collapsed onto the bed. Paul lifted up his legs and slammed his cock back into the boy. "Yeessssss!" TJ groaned. "Fuck me, yeah! Come on man, give me your cock! Fuck me harder!" He cried out. I just sat back and enjoyed watching TJ's transition from a straight boy to a cock hungry cumdump meth whore.

Thanks! I've got one more written, but nothing more in the pipeline. ------------------ The Dumpster I was still feeling a little rough on Saturday so I was laying in bed and flipping through the apps. I knew I needed to get up and maybe even get out of the condo. I spotted college boy on an app and sent him a message - "Up for a run?" A few minutes later he replied "ok but no cops this time." I had to laugh at his comment but I had to admit I felt the same way. "no cops. cu downstairs in 15" I messaged back. We met in the lobby and I asked "Which way you want to go? Your route or mine?" "How about both?" he replied. I liked his enthusiasm but I wasn't sure I was up for that long of a run. I gave in since I didn't want to let on how the bug was kicking my ass again. We took off out the front door and headed over to the lake first. Turning north, college boy started out taking a faster pace than I was, but I soon caught up to him and we strode along together. We got up to Sloan Park and sitting in the parking lot was a lone police car. When we got close I could see it was Carlos and I gave him a thumbs up and pointed to my mask. We did the loop around the park and waved again as we went by. This time, Carlos was out of his car and leaning on the fender. I chuckled to myself and thought "You're not gonna bust us again." We headed further south and here normally I would turn back toward our condo building, we kept following the running path. Soon, we entered Washington Park and I let college boy lead by a half step. I was really sweating by this time, which wasn't normal for me. The weather was a little cool and we weren't breaking any speed records. I looked at college boy and he seemed to be sweating too, so I thought it must be the humidity or something. Or maybe we were just both out of shape. We made it down the east side of the park and then cut back west. As we got to the big statue of George in the center of the south end of the park, I yelled out "Let's take a quick break." College boy stopped and looked back at me a little annoyed. "Yeah, yeah. I'm out of shape. I've only run one other time in the past two months and you know how that turned out" I said, breathing a lot heavier than I normally would during an easy run like this. "OK, but we can't stop long or I'll lose my rhythm" he replied. It was only a couple minutes, but that's all I needed. We started to jog again and then headed up the west side of the park. I hated myself for having to stop, but I really needed it. I knew how I could make it up to college boy, I just needed to find a safe spot for it. When we got to the north end of the park, college boy turned left a half a block and then up one of the quiet side streets. We made it about two and a half blocks north and I called out "Right into the alley." He turned and gave me another annoyed look, but turned into the alley anyway. I knew of this place since a buddy of mine lived in the building here. It was a dead end alley with a few garbage dumpsters and perfect for a secluded fuck with a view back to the street. College boy ran about half way down the alley and stopped, looking around for a way out. "Nope, its a dead end" I said as I stopped in front of him, pushing my mask down and grinning. "Oh fuck no. You know what happened last time" he said, reading my deviant mind. "This is a lot more private. See, no windows for all four floors" I said pointing up. He shook his head "no" and I nodded "yes." I saw a bunch of sweat fly off his face as he shook his head and some was dripping off my nose and beard. I pushed him toward one of the dumpsters and said "Turn around and show me that hot ass. It's the least I can do for making you stop in the middle of the run." He put up less of a fight than I expected and turned, staring over the dumpster out to the street. Tugging his shorts down to his feet, I tapped his right leg and he stepped out of his shorts. God, his ass looked good with a sheen of sweat over it, framed by a pair of red straps from his jockstrap. I pulled the mask down to my neck before diving in between his muscled ass cheeks. I loved the smell of sweat filling my nose. It was almost as good as huffing poppers. My tongue dove in and flicked around his puckered hole and I heard him moan a little too loudly. "Brace yourself and keep quiet" I said softly. College boy obeyed and I went back to eating his ass. I could have stayed there for hours, but that would have been a bad idea and we surely would get busted. His ass was pushed back as he leaned forward with his hands spread on the edge of the closed dumpster. My dick was straining at the jock's pouch and tenting my running shorts. Pulling my cock free and out the leg opening of my shorts, I stood up and moved in. My cock was moist from sweat and precum and all ready for another fuck. Dragging my cock up along his butt crack, I reached forward and grabbed his shoulders right next to his neck before pushing my cock in. It quickly found it's target and squeezed inside. College boy was now used to the girth of my cock and relaxed right away. He wasn't loose, but it felt good to slowly sink almost all the way in without any complaint from him. It felt so nice and warm around my dick. Really warm. Drawing back, I looked past his head and saw the empty street. I thrust my hips back in and heard him stifle a grunt. There was just enough spit in his hole to allow me to plow in and out. I drilled a little faster each time until it got to a nice speed. "Fuck, that feels good" college boy moaned out quietly. I tried fucking a little harder, but the pressure caused the dumpster to start to roll and squeak. Looking down I saw the sweat soaked tank top and the skin on his shoulder poking out. I looked a little closer and smiled before leaning in so my uncovered mouth was right next to his ear. "How many other guys have fucked you in the past couple of weeks?" I whispered. He turned his head and looked at me confused. "None, you're the only one that's fucked me since February" he replied with little grunts each time I shoved in. My grin got wider and I thrust in deep and held my cock there. I reached down and pulled his tank top up and saw several splotches of rash on his back. They weren't the big nasty ones, but they were just starting to show. Next, I reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck, feeling a little bit of stubble and some very firm and swollen glands. "Fuck yeah. How ya feelin there? I little achey and tired this morning?" I asked. "A little. Why?" he asked with a little worry in his voice. "I think you shot your last neg load, dude" I said, pulling back and slamming my dick in hard. "What?" he said, his voice trembling this time. "Yep, I think you're converting. You got a few of the signs. If the rash gets worse , your body really aches or you get a bad fever then it's really it" I said. "Oh fuck" he replied. "Isn't that what you wanted?" I asked, driving my cock in and out of his hole. I could feel his body shiver beneath my hands and wondered if he wasn't having second thoughts. "Yeah, but I didn't think it would happen so soon. Are you sure? I heard of guys going years before finally getting pozzed" he said, his voice trailing off as I think it finally was sinking in. My balls were tingling as I fucked a little harder. "Mmhmm, you got the rash and the swollen glands, a fever and aches. Could be the flu or covid, but I doubt it" I said, starting to hammer his ass. I slammed in and felt my cock erupt, shooting a hard rope of my charged cum deep into his body. A few more shots of cum forced their way in and I said into his ear "You're mine." College boy moaned as he started squeezing my cock with his ass muscles. I wasn't sure if it was from his own orgasm or just a need to milk every toxic drop out of my balls. "Thank you" he moaned out. With my balls now empty, I slowly pulled out and stuffed my cock back into my jock. College boy pulled his shorts up and I could see him trying to keep his butt clenched. Once we were ready, I started to jog out of the alley and back to our building. I made it out to the street and crossed mid-block to the other side and looked back. College boy finally came out of the alley and ran directly across the street and made it almost all the way when he crumpled to the ground. I ran back and found him laying on the side of the road, his right foot just outside a large pothole. "Fuck that hurts!" he yelled out. I took a look at his foot and ankle and while he wasn't very happy with me moving it around, nothing seemed to be broken. "I think it's just a sprain or twisted badly. We only got a block and a half to go, can you make it if I hold you up?" I asked. He replied "I think so, let's try." Pulling him up and on to his good foot, I bent down a bit as he slung his arm over my shoulder. Our height differences were going to make this a challenge, but with me crouching we were able to hobble ourselves back to our building. James the doorman opened the doors for us and asked what happened. "Pothole" I replied. We made it to the elevator and once inside he leaned against the wall of the car. I could see the pain in his face and he was sweating even more than before. Up to the twentieth floor we went and when the door opened, he hopped out on one foot, using my arm for balance. He put his arm back around my shoulder and we got him to his front door. College boy used the key he had hanging from his wrist to unlock the door. I pushed the door open and braced it with my foot before I picked him up and carried him inside. As the door shut I heard "What the fuck are you doing with my son?" an older guy yelled out. As he came closer I looked and saw college boy's dad. This wasn't our first meeting, either. It had been a while and he looked a little different now with a shaved head, a pair of large gauge circular barbell earrings and more muscle than the last time I saw him at the bathhouse. Oh, and he had clothes on this time rather than naked with a large toxic load dripping out of his ass. I laughed and then responded "You're his dad? I guess like father like son." I carried college boy down the hallway to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. It was obvious that I had been there before and I could tell by the look on his dad's face that he knew it. While college boy was distracted by the pain from his twisted ankle, he was still paying attention to the conversation his dad and I had. "What the fuck happened?" his dad growled out. "You want the long or the short version?" I asked with a grin. College boy looked up at me with a horrified look on his face. "Huh?" his dad replied and I calmly said "We were out jogging and your son twisted his ankle on a pothole a couple blocks away. It doesn't look too bad but we should wrap it and put some ice on it." I could hear the sigh of relief from college boy that I hadn't told his dad what we were doing a few minutes before he hurt himself. His dad came back a few minutes later with a couple ice packs and some compression tape. I took the tape and wrapped the boy's ankle up. The whimpers and groans were familiar but I knew these weren't turning either one of us on this time. "You guys better have just been running" his dad said with a very serious tone in his voice. I chuckled as I used some more tape to hold the ice packs in place on either side of his ankle. "He's an adult now, he can do whatever he wants. Just like you did laying back on the bench at the bathhouse begging me to breed your ass" I said, not even turning to face him. I heard college boy gasp and I chuckled again. I turned and grabbed either side of college boy's tank top and pulled it up past his pecs. College boy was staring back at me and I could see the fear in his eyes. "Look familiar?" I asked looking back at his dad. He furrowed his brow as he strained to look and then I heard him say very quietly "Oh fuck." "Yeah, that's how it happened. Several good, hard fucks that got my bug inside him forever. Same one that's swimmin' inside you" I said bluntly. "FUCK!" his dad said, the anger in his voice was very noticeable. He started to move toward me and I held out my hand like a cop stopping traffic. "Hey! Just like you, he wanted it. He begged for it. And he kept it in him to make sure he got knocked up. Did you do that? Plug your ass to keep my dirty load inside until it was part of you?" I asked intensely. His dad stood there, scowling at me, and said under his breath "Yeah." Looking back at his dad I said "Good. From the time of our first fuck and the change of the status on YOUR profiles, I'm guessing the first fuck did the job. The other two fucks were just insurance. Nine loads total, as I recall. It was fun insurance though, since you were a good lay and the first guy I knocked up." I looked over at college boy and then added "Not as good as your son, though. He was so good he made me break my vow to never fuck a guy more than three times. And I can't tell you how turned on I was when I saw the rash on his back earlier today when I fucked him after our run. I've nailed guys before while they were converting but none of them were from my bug. When he told me I was the only one to breed him for the past month, it just pushed me over the edge and I blasted another huge toxic load into him. I know it was a waste of a charged load, but it was so fuckin' hot to hear." College boy was shaking his head from side to side, silently begging me to stop and not tell his dad any more. "So that's why you stopped? You only fuck guys three times?" his dad asked meekly. "Yeah, dude. I told you on our third fuck that it was the last one. I don't like to get attached. I kept track of you though. You were the first neg guy that I fucked after I got pozzed and you were so eager to take my viral loads. Then I saw you change your profile status and a few weeks later watched you fuckin a guy at the bathhouse with that fresh biohazard tat on your ass. You gonna take your son to get a matching one?" I asked, looking back and forth between the two with a wicked grin on my face. "What? You're poz?" college boy finally asked, looking past me to his dad. I smiled and waited for his dad to answer but with almost a minute of silence I said "Yeah, boy. You and your dad both got pozzed by me. About six years apart, but my strain is inside both of you. Your dad right after I converted and you after I ran out of meds." Turning to his dad "You on meds now or still toxic? Sorry, there was no point in keeping track of you after I knew you were knocked up." "I started treatment after about six months. A couple guys I infected didn't handle it well and I felt guilty" the dad said. "Don't get attached. It's just a fuck and if they take it bare without asking your status, it's on them. I love seeing a guy's status change on their profile, though" I told him. "Anyway, now you get to take care of your son for two things - watch his ankle and if it doesn't get better in a few days he needs to see a doc. Keep him hydrated and if the fever gets too high, also take him to a doc. They're gonna first think its covid, but make sure they check for HIV. It's too soon for a home test to be accurate" I explained. "Yeah, that conversion flu was a bitch for me. A week in bed, sweating and aches everywhere" college boy's dad said. "That's what that was? Mom said it was the seasonal flu" college boy said. His dad nodded back. I stood up and realized my cock was straining at the pouch of my jock. My mind quickly thought about fucking the dad, but I figured I should let them digest the news and talk. I grabbed college boy's phone off the bed and added my number to his contacts. "You should have a password on your phone, it's not safe" I said, chuckling. "Call me if you need help or want to talk" I said as I walked out of the bedroom toward the front door. "Don't get attached" I told myself again and again as I walked out of the condo and down the stairs. Back in my condo, I fell down on the sofa and lit up a fresh joint and tried to relax. Taking one last hit from it, I smiled and said "Mission accomplished."

Chapter 13 “Josh, I’m going to go pay the check, hopefully without too many people noticing my erection. If you’re serious about getting knocked up meet me outside the diner. This is your one chance to change your mind.” I made it to the counter with only a few disgusted looks from a few people and several more looks from guys who were practically licking their lips. Josh was waiting for me outside. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his apartment, which thank god was just around the corner. We barely made it upstairs before he had his tongue down my throat. I pushed him down to his knees. “You’re a horny little fucker aren’t you? Get me wet, that’s all the lube you’re getting.” He pulled my shorts down and went to town. He noticed the bio tat on my hip and started tracing it with his finger while he continued to suck me.” “You like that ink huh.” He moaned even louder. I pushed him off my dick and told him to strip. He had a studio apartment so it didn’t take much to make it to the bed. “Get on your back present your pussy to me.” He immediately assumed the position with his legs in the air. “Fuck look at that hairy hole,” I said then dived in to get a taste. I ate his 22 year old ass like I was starving. He was going crazy. “Fuck me uncle Scotty, fuck me. Stick your toxic cock in my neg pussy and fucking knock me up! Please,” he whined. I removed my tongue and replaced it with my fingers. Two slipped in rather easily. Mmm looks like you’re already a little loose.” “My neighbor fucked me right before I met you for dinner. He’s pretty big.” “I assume he didn’t breed you?” “No,” he said ashamed, “he used a condom.” I had worked up to three fingers now. “No condoms after tonight ever again. Understood?” “YES!” He screamed, “no condoms, no condoms.” I removed my fingers and was now standing at the foot of the bed with his legs in my hands. “This is your last chance. As soon as I shove my toxic dick deep in your neg pussy there’s no going back.” “Do it!!” In one go I was balls deep inside him. My dicks about 6.5” and pretty thick. “You like that toxic precum lubing up your pussy?” “Oh fuck!” he said. I started pulling in and out making him moan each time I rammed my cock back inside. “Don’t stop! Knock me up!!” He kept saying over and over. I’m not sure how long I continued to plow his ass. I think we both lost track of time, but eventually I could tell I was close so I shoved my cock as deep as possible and blew my load. It’s amazing how much bigger my loads seem to be when I’m breeding a neg hole. I looked my godson in the eye as I slowly pulled out. “How you doing Josh?” “Holy fuck that was awesome!” He looked down at his stomach which was covered in cum. “Damn boy, do you usually come without touching yourself?” “Nope, that was definitely a first.” “Well I’ll take that as a compliment. No second thoughts about the toxic cum fighting to change you forever?” “Only one.” Oh no here comes the regret, I thought. Then he said, “I need more!” “What was that?” “Don’t tease me uncle Scott. I need more poz cum!” “Damn I’m proud of you!” “Scotty not kidding here. I’ve never been so fucking horny in my life. Please I need more!” “Sorry, I need to recharge for a bit. I’m definitely more a bottom so I understand what you’re going through. Let me see what I can do.” I sent out a group text to the guys, Chad, Chris, Matty and Dr. Manning to see if any of them were available to offer their cum to a neg boy in need. I also sent them a pic of his cunt dripping with my load. While I was waiting for a response I went on bbrt to see if anyone was close by. Interesting, there was a poz guy that appeared to be right on top of us. I sent him a message, ‘hey, I have a young guy here who just took his first poz load and he’s hungry for more. You interested?’ ‘Fuck yeah! Fucked a guy earlier but he made me wrap up. Where’s the slut at?’ Turned out Josh and the guy lived in the same building. I gave him the apartment number and less than five minutes later there was a knock on the door. “Josh, get on all fours with your ass towards the door.” I let the guy in and greeted him. He immediately started stripping. “How did you convince this slut to take your poz load? I’ve been trying for months to breed him but he always makes me wrap up.” At the sound of the guys voice Josh turned his head and let out a squeak. “Eyes forward!” I snapped. “This doesn’t concern you.” He gulped and faced forward. “I think he’s a natural chaser, just needed the right push. I’m an old trusted family friend.” “Cool. I’d decided after I fucked him today that next time I was going to doctor the condom. His ass is just too good not to be pozzed.” With that he slammed his hard 8” cock all the way in causing Josh to scream out in pain. “Come on boy you’ve already had me in you once today and you have your friends toxic load inside you as lube, so man up.” While he was busy working on my godson’s ass I noticed I had a few messages from the guys. ‘Damn is that your poz load leaking from that nice ass?’ Asked Matty. ‘Umm a neg ass, I’m in,’ was Chad’s response. And Chris wanted to know how many loads he had so far. Dr. Manning’s text was the best. ‘Address?’ ‘Yep, my load. Just one so far but currently his poz neighbor is giving him his second.’ I then sent the address. Josh was moaning like a whore as the guy started grunting and blasted his load. He pulled out and Josh collapsed on the bed. I smacked his ass and told him, “hey slut, once someone’s given you their gift you always say thank you, then clean off their cock. No questions asked.” He quickly flipped around and thanked him profusely then started sucking his cock. When he finished Josh said, “I’m sorry for making you wrap up sir, thank you for the load I’ll never ask for a condom again.” “Oh you better believe that boy and I’m going to have to make you pay for all the times you made me go safe.” With that he told Josh to open his mouth. He held his face, spit in his mouth and said, “good boy, now swallow. Nice, there’s hope for you yet.” He turned to me and said, “thanks for breaking him in and inviting me over. Have a good night.” As he was opening the door to leave, there was another young man getting ready to knock. He backed up in surprise when the door opened. The neighbor winked at him and said, “the sluts all lubed up and ready for you, happy breeding.” The new guy looked confused and just shut the door behind him. “Uhhh Josh, what the fuck man?” He looked from Josh to me, both of us naked. “Zack, what are you doing here?” “We were supposed to meet at the bar for drinks an hour ago. I’ve been texting and calling you but you didn’t respond so here I am. Obviously you got sidetracked.” I’d taken a seat on the bed and was stroking my dick which was rapidly starting to wake up and took a good look at Zack. He looked about the same age as Josh, 5’8”, cute, a few extra pounds. Very fuckable. “Sorry Zack, I had dinner with my uncle Scott and well we...” he stopped and looked at me and then back to Zack, not quite sure what to say. I jumped in, “sorry I didn’t mean to monopolize him tonight, we just lost track of time.” Josh, your uncle’s fucking you?” “Well, technically he’s my godfather, I just call him my uncle.” This whole time Josh was fingering his ass. After a few seconds he took his cum covered fingers and licked them off. Zack watched the whole time with his mouth open. “Holy fuck Josh, is that cum? Did they cum inside you? Did you bareback?” “Yes, yes and oh my god yes! Zack you have to try it. I’m never using condoms again.” My phone pinged so I got up to check it. As I did Zack noticed my bio haz tat on my back. He stage whispered to Josh, “dude he has a biohaz tat. Fuck that means he’s poz.” “Right again.” I noticed I could see Zack’s cock growing in his shorts. I grabbed his cock through the fabric and squeezed. “Seems like you kinda of like the thought of poz com yourself son.” “No, no, no, I don’t want to be pozzed.” “Your brain maybe saying that but your cock doesn’t seem to agree. Does that turn you on seeing your friend finger his sloppy cunt?” Josh spreed his legs open and leaned back on the bed. “You should taste the cum, it’s delicious.” I pushed him forward and he automatically dropped to his knees and dove into Josh’s ass. As he was busy eating out Josh there was a knock on the door. I opened up to find Matty and the doc. I gave them both a hug and a deep kiss. “Hmm that’s not what I pictured when you said his poz neighbor,” Matty said motioning at Zack. “Oh no, you just missed the neighbor. That’s Zack, Josh’s neg friend who just stopped by to check on him since they were supposed to meet up earlier tonight. Oh and he does not want to be pozzed.” “Could have fooled me!” Matty said. Doc added, “well we’ll just have to see what we can do to change his mind.

Technical means: Pansexual Social Simplification: Bisexual Personal Identity with Friends: Basically Gay Personal View: Gay with a side of being somewhat into girls, however love the gender spectrum more so than the "end" of cis-gendered women. How I feel I might ACTUALLY be: Gay vers top guy who would love to one day hold a man in his 30's/40's/50's in my arms, breed the shit out of him and make him laugh. For how I place myself in LGBT: I'm a cisgendered black (biracial) Pan(gay)sexual male who fluxuates from femme to masculine (Not gendered identity, just mannerisms). I have my own look, my own mannerisms, my own way of expression which expresses both my "hetrosexuality," my "homosexuality" and my "bisexuality." For most people, they see me a jokey, black shirt wearing straight Latino. When in reality, I'm a cum-guzzling top who loves being the "mom"/"dad" of the group, and make people laugh with offensive humor. While that identity is not easy to spot as a femme white twink being labeled as a "bottom sub," it's my identity, and it's my expression of my individual component of being "gay." Now I bring this up because, as you see, there are many layers to my "identity." Rather than give a long speech of who I am, I just say "Eh, I'm bi, I guess." The reason I like to do so, is because there are many facets to come into play when it comes to my sexuality and identity that may change in the mood for my perspective. Some days I feel very "gay," some days I feel very "straight." Some days I feel very "masc" and some days I feel very "femme." It all depends on the context, the person I'm with and my emotional set. Does that mean I'll wear trucker beaters, ripped jeans, bandana's and sunglasses when feeling masc? No. Does that mean I'll wear frilly outfits or revealing clothing when feeling fem? No. It's just the fluidity of how I feel, and how that changes depending on the situation. To me, that is me being comfortable with myself, and I honestly couldn't have done that without the means of being gay relieving me. "Oh thank God, I'm gay. Now, since I'm a sodomite, I can buy my pink phones, wear high heels and not even stress about it. Why? Cuz' I'm a faggot, what you expect, Hetro'?" Me being "gay" allows me to express myself in mannerisms, postures and accessories without the fear of being concerned about my "masculinity" all the time. If I were straight (which, thank God I'm not) I honestly would be a wreck. My voice is too whiney, my body is too skinny and my "ego" is smaller than a Mormon Boy's tight little hole. Face it kids, Daddy don't go for Judgy Girls, just Judgy Queens So, for me, LGBT allows my expression of oneself to have a sense of "It's okay to be you." Where I live, it's possible to be fired for your sexuality, and it's easy to be harrassed and attacked for such as well. So, for me, my identity obviously is important. So, with that, LGBT and my identity at least to me, coincides. Now, there's obviously the argument of "Why don't you just act like a man, and keep your sex life out of my business." Well, this is the heteronormative argument of "Shhhhh. Can you stop being yourself, we need to make way for the Great Straights." Which bothers me to my core, because I don't see our society ONLY wanting everyone to be masc. We like femme girls, we have a culture of straight guys getting off to girls with dicks, there's burly men who like twinks, and there's the occasional "I want someone cook me fooooooooooood, I need a wifeyyyyyyyyyyy." So, I say, why not have men present themselves in the spectrum that can be part of the gay community. We don't have to worry about "straight-dum," we're gay. Let's enjoy it. And for me, to enjoy it properly, we need to change things, accept people, and recognize the complexity of people's individuality. And that sounds so gay, it makes me wet, it makes me cum........ I hope someone got my Contrapoints joke.....

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