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Chapter III "Hey guys, nice to see you again", said Mark the attendant as he opened my door and walked into my room. As he closed it, he said towards the hall, "he"ll be just a few minutes...and honey, well worth the wait!". Mark closed and locked the door behind him. As he turned around he said, "sure is getting busier out there. Got just two rooms left in the house. You got two regular hotties hanging outside your door too!'. He sat down on the bed and pulled out what looked like some kind of syringe without a needle. He went on to say that it was a lube shooter that had a mix of lube and a good amount of t. "It's pretty easy to do, just remove the cap on the end, wet the shaft, push it as far as it can go inside your butt and press the plunger to empty it." Mark said. "But to get the best effect, your butt should be pointing towards the ceiling and wait a good five minutes for the t to really in and absorbed." He then stood up and told me to slide down my bed some, then kick my legs up over my head and plant my boots on the wall above my head to keep my butt up towards the ceiling. I was hesitant and a little weirded out as I had no sexual attraction for Mark. He saw the look on my face and said, "c'mon, don't want to keep your fans waiting, do you? And don't think I will be making any moves on you. We're just buds.". As I got into position, Mark said. "I'll wet this shooter a little, put it into your hole, and empty it. Again,this position works the best so that the T will go nice and deep.And fyi, I do this quite often as I like getting guys spun so they have an even hotter time here. I am the master administrator." Now on my back, my shoulders pressed into the mattress, my legs over my head with boots on the wall holding me like this. "Here comes your first booty bump!" Mark said as he quickly slipped the shooter into my ass, pushed the plunger, and pulled it out. In seconds I freaked out. "Damn! Something is wrong! Stop! It burns! ". Mark giggled some then said that it will for a few minutes and then goes away. He said then my hole will feel like never before. Mark then went to the door and told got me to stay like I was until he got back in about five minutes. He walked out of my room and as he closed the door, I heard him say that I'd be ready in about five minutes to someone(s) in the hallway. My heart began to pound and race. I began to sweat. I was warm and getting hotter. My dick began to leak precum and was growing. My attention became focused on my hole - it felt like it needed something. The sensation grew intense. My dick was now hard and stuck up under the band of my jock and was dripping precum down my stomach. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it a few times to relieve the pressure. More precum flowed out. I then reached back to my hole and as my finger came in contact with it, an electric like warm sensation shot through me and I let out a low moan. My eyes closed and I readjusted my boots on the wall above me, spreading my legs wider, exposing more of my now on fire jock framed shaved smooth hole. By instinct, I removed my finger and wiped up some of my precum, then began to circle my finger around my hole. Fuckin damn! I began to tap on my hole as it twitched. It felt so very empty. Licking and wetting two fingers, I pushed tagainst my hole - and was surprised there was no resistance. I pushed in right up to my hand, sending my body into a craze I hadn't felt before. Pulled them out and pushed them back in. I began groaning quietly, my mouth opening and closing, tongue darting out some and drool running from the corner of my lips. In and out, a little faster and harder I went. I tweaked my left nip with the other hand in between squeezing my now throbbing dick. Waves of heat and pleasure rocked my body. My door opened quickly and as it closed, Mark said, "Now that's what I like to see! Looks like you are liking the booty bump! Bet you are wanting some dick up that butt about now, eh?". I nodded my head yes and the words, " fuck me. fuck my tight hole. fuck me!' just flowed from my mouth as I kept finger fucking my very horned up hole! "Now, now, J, that's just not the plan," Mark said as he came closer and I bounced my ass up towards him. "Grab your boots and pull those legs nice and wide for me. Keep that hole high to the ceiling, " he said. As I did so Mark dived into my ass, his tongue slipping deep into my hole, then bobbing his head tongue fucking me. I was in awe. "Please, fuck me. I need dick. Lots of dick. Fuck me. Please!" After a few minutes Mark pulled his head away and stood up. "Ok, now drop those legs, sit up in the corner of the bed, knees bent, legs spread, boots on the bed, and play with your hole. Show me how hungry you are for dick. I teased my hole with my fingers, tapping on it. - making a tap like wet flesh sound. Teased my hole with a finger slipping it just inside then.out. "Oh yeah, you are more than ready J boy. Gonna open this door, walk out, and leave the door open. You keep playing with your hole. Will only be a minute or two and those two guys, you know the hotties from before, they are going to come for you. They will take you to their room at the end of the hall, up neat the front. They have a VIP room. Just do as they ask." Mark grinned, opened the door and left. He knodded his head to the left of the hallway as he walked away. Two shadows of men formed on my door and grew larger quickly until their entire bodies were visible as they stood in my doorway. I sat there, tapping my hole and partially fingering it while playing with my nip. My head hung back and I licked my lips as I took in their hot, masculine bods. More to cum?

Whore 8 – A continuation Feeling puppy’s weight on my back, I sighed, watching boy’s face against those enormous cunt lips... his moans filling cunt with sounds of pleasure. “Fucking pig,” puppy laughed, his cock sliding out of my cunt and moving to the offered cuntmouth. I crawled forward and sat on my haunches at a now standing boy. “Service my boots, cock whore.” Glancing at the hard outline of cock stretching against the full yellow-striped bulge of his jock, I moved down to his 10-hole rangers and worshipped them with my tongue. I slid my tongue across the surface of the toe of the left boot... making sure it shone with my spit. Next, I moved up its entire shaft... tasting the sharpness of the boot black covering it. Groaning, boy rubbed his cock through the black rubber... his cock now engorged even more. He moved his right boot against my caged bulge and increased the pressure, causing me to let out a low growl. “Fucccck!” “Ya like that those boots, don’t ya whore?” “Shit yeah, boy” I moaned feeling the size 12 boot rubbing against my cock and balls. Looking down at me, he pulled off his jock and presented me with what had to be a pumped-up cock sticking ramrod straight over a pair of massive low-hanging balls encased in a thick metal ball-stretcher. Seeing my reaction to his cock, “Mods...” he chuckled. “Drink...” I moved forward and took the enormous cock into my mouth, my lips painfully stretching over the shaft and almost plugging my throat shut. “Fuckin bite it and I’ll crush your balls.” he warned. I moaned at the combination of the pain in my sac and the taste of the chemmed nectar flowing into my mouth and down my throat. The flow was intense and I struggled to take it down and not drown. His piss finished, boy pushed me back until I was leaning on the back of my elbows... my legs spread, exposing my cunt. I took in boy’s throbbing cock in front of me. “We’ll need to practice on your technique.” “Fuck me,” I let out in a deep sigh as he placed himself between my legs and teasingly ran a finger along his throbbing cock. Taking a hold of the shaft, boy slipped a finger across the slick pre-cum leaking from his wide-open piss slit and smeared it across my lips. I moved to taste it as the musky aroma filled my nostrils. “Like it? Wait til your cunt tastes it.” he laughed shoving his cock head into a bag of white crystals and lifting my legs over his shoulders. “You should be thanking me for that,” he snarled, leaning in, letting the head of his hard shaft push through my cunt lips and fill me. “Shit yeah fucker,” I cried out, feeling the burning sensation move through my expanding cunt and recharge me. Wasting no time, he began with short, jabbing thrusts to stretch me to accommodate his monster cock. “Play with my balls,” boy ordered. Reaching out, I grabbed the shaved heavy sac as it swung between his strong thighs and began kneading his egg-sized balls. Trying to suppress a shudder, boy thrusts intensified. “Shit yeah, boy! Fuck my cunt!” I pleaded, raising my hips to meet his every thrust into my chemed-up cunt. Looking into boy’s blackened dilated eyes, I felt his cock swell to an enormous proportion. His sweaty sac began to draw up closer to his body and I gripped with it my slippery fingers as his cock erupted... he slammed completely into my cunt. I screamed in pain... or was it pleasure? My spun-out brain didn’t have time to process. "Fucking took it all...” boy grinned, pulling back the slick shaft and laughed at the sight of my cunt lips still gripping his cock. When finally free of my cunt, he slapped it against my sweat soaked jock pouch, sending trails of slime over it. Then, he scooped up the sweat-mixed cum from the floor. “Open” he ordered and slipped his fingers into my gaping mouth until they were clean. I felt the trickle of cum leaking from my cunt and I remained on the dungeon floor watching boy stand and slip on his jockstrap. He adjusted himself and joined puppy at Daddy’s side. “Goddamn sexy mutherfucker,” cunt snarled, holding out the pipe and lighting the torch. “Uh...huh...” I moaned, crawling to him and taking the pipe in my mouth and taking a large hit... the red glow of the shard intensifying. “Yeah, whore?” cunt smirked. Grabbing the pipe and torch from cunt, I took another hit. “Fuck yeah!” Now flying higher than I had ever been, I moved behind him and blew the thick clouds twitching cunt. “AHHHH!” cunt howled at the force of the warm clouds invading his bowels and shoved himself against my face. My slick face was sliding against those bloated mounds and I couldn’t get enough! My tongue snaked its way into slick folds of his rosebud. I wanted to explore it... to feel my body caressed by the strong muscles of his cunt. I was jealous of this beautiful being... he was nothing but a glorious cunt to be used for the pleasure of men. "That's it, whore, work my hungry cunt.” he bellowed. At this point, boy and puppy had moved over us and started to passionately kiss. At the sight of the two, cunt began to suck on their full jocks, alternating between the two massive bulges fighting for the attention of his hungry cuntmouth. I watched the sweat collect between their thick shaved thighs and drip onto cunt’s face. The effects of their testosterone-laden sweat overtook him. Hooking his fingers around the waistbands of puppy’s red and boy’s black jocks, he pulled them down past mid-thigh and released their cocks causing them to tightly embrace each other. I could feel cunt stretching as he moved towards the pair of leaking cocks in front of him. Extending his tongue, he took in puppy’s right nut, producing a wave of pleasure over our alpha. Next, his tongue moved to the left and sucked it in... his cuntmouth now full of puppy’s cum producing orbs. I began to work my fingers over his rosebud causing him to release the spit-cover sac and latch his cuntmouth around puppy’s throbbing uncut cock. Grabbing cunt’s head in his hand, puppy forced himself deep inside, lips tight against the freshly-shaven crotch. Arching his back, cunt slowly began to move up and down the shaft. Not satisfied with the cocksucking, puppy violently thrust his hips down the open throat in rapid bursts. “Goddamn it, take my cock!” Every time puppy neared release, he’d ease up but the onslaught continued. “Gimme some of that, mate...” boy growled and dropped to his knees, licking and tonguing our alpha’s sleek cock as it fucked the cuntmouth. Time seemed to slow while boy and cunt continued to worship puppy’s cock. The rhythms of their sucking increased getting puppy closer to the edge. Pleading for release, puppy’s thrusts increased... but every time he was close to blowing, they would ease up... driving puppy mad. Fucking cuntmouths!” puppy growled, feeling the attentive mouths servicing him until his cock finally shot and he fell to his knees...his cock releasing a volley of cum onto them. Once he was done, the pair cleaned the spent cock. Sighing, puppy slipped his red mesh jock over his slick package as boy followed suit with his... The rubber making a loud wet slap against his sweaty crotch. Puppy gathered the two up in his arms and spread his legs. “Shit!” I moaned, seeing the pair of cunt lips surrounding the entrance to puppy’s cunt. It wasn’t as prominent a cunt’s but it was obvious that it had been worked over for years. Of course, I thought... staring at the red mesh fabric of his jock... fist. I continued staring at it, knowing that it was part of Daddy’s process in creating puppy. Seeing my reaction, boy lifted his leg and showed me an equally impressive set of cunt lips. “Yep,” puppy growled as a fiery red rosebud slid past his cunt lips and looked over to Daddy who just smiled as he smoked his cigar. “MMMM,” puppy growled at me, seeing what I would do next. “Ah man,” I sighed, taking in the trio of cunt lips and crawled up to join them. I pressed my lips to puppy’s mouth. “Yes...yes... yessss.” A pair of hands ran across my smooth skin and down to my own cunt lips and began to tease them. “Shit yes...” I grunted and gripped the fingers with my now puffed-out cunt lips. Moving their mouths to latch onto my tits, the pair began to suck as if they were two hungry calves at the udder and a warm feeling overcame me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I woke up slowly, feeling groggy in a soft bed covered in a black rubber sheet. For a minute, I didn’t know where I was until my eyes adjusted to the red light and remembered everything. Hearing the rush of water flowing, I looked over to my right and saw him as if for the first time in the black-tiled shower. His body had been permanently modified to the extreme. My right hand moved to my smooth skin in solidarity of the muscled flesh that would never feel the itch of growing hair... the only hair remaining on him were his dark brown eyebrows above his piercing green eyes. Closing my eyes, my mind filled with images of the daily sweaty workouts we would have in our gear. He lathered his chest and pulled on his ever-erect tits. Releasing them, they retracted slightly and resumed their position pointing straight down under the shelf of his muscular pecs. My gaze moved down past the deep ridges of his eight-pack to his shrunken flaccid cock resting on a melon-sized sac obscenely hanging from his crotch. Turning his back to me, he stood with his legs apart and flared his back... his pendulous sac now swinging freely. In one move, he bent to touch the tiled floor... exposing a pair of cunt lips erupting between his powerful glutes. “Mods, whore...mods,” he grunted and released his dripping rosebud from its confines. “Goddammit, you’re beautiful.” I sighed. He stood and faced me, holding his hand out to me. Our eyes locked. I removed my boots and placed them to the side. Slipping out of the kelly-green socks, I got up out of the bed, walked towards him and began to strip out of my gear. I unbuckled my harness and tossed it the side, joining the one soaked in the cunt’s sweat... a tangle of yellow and kelly-green piping on the floor. Continuing on, I reached the edge of the black tile and cunt motioned me to stop. I gave him a puzzled look and he walked towards me and unbuckled my collar. “Leather,” he reminded and placed it on a wall hook next to his own and pulled me under the warm cascading water. “What happened? Where is everyone?” “Work... you passed out. You’ve been asleep for over a day.” he said, holding my face between his strong hands. “It’s just you and me... every day when they’re out... just you and me.” “MMMMM” I sighed, my hands moving to grip cunt’s sac and we kissed. Falling to my knees, I continued holding the bloated sac and admired his impotent cock. “Two of a kind,” I growled and took it into my mouth.

Katie and I left with the go bag and headed to a tattoo parlor. This tattoo parlor wasn't like the one down in LA, although they were familiar with the fetish tattoo's they had not heard of straightbait or 10inchscorpion. I showed them the symbol and they got to work, drawing and then tattooing 10inchscorpions logo like an added weight or charm on the rope around my waist, by the anchor with the straightbait symbol, and the empty side of the fishhook waiting for the poz biohazard symbol to be added. They taped a bandage on the new tattoo and off we went. We tried new clubs and finally arrived at one where not only was I recognized, but it seemed like they were waiting for me. Upon arriving the bouncers letting people in didn't check my ID then just opened up. I felt like a celebrity. There was a table in the back with a placard with my name on it and a large bottle of vodka. We had some drinks, and danced. The Vodka started to hit, and then I noticed a guy in a suit was at our table, I went back to see who it was and if it was the manager, ask who set this up and to thank them. "HEY!" I said waving. The guy pat the seat next to him and I sat down. "Did you get the tattoo?" He asked. "Yes" I said pulling my pants down just enough for him to see the bandage. "There's an afterparty in the penthouse upstairs, you're the guest of honor." he said. "When should we head up there?" I asked. "After a few more drinks," he said signaling the air and then pointing down to our table. A bartender came over, and with a mortar and pedestal started grinding up something before putting it into a shaker with the vodka and mixers. He poured the drink out and handed it to me. It tasted great, but I was really curious what he ground up. When I tried to ask, I got "just a little help" as an answer. The guy in the suit motioned back to the dance floor and off I went to enjoy the exploring hands of the guests and the music. Once I realized I couldn't find Katie anymore I stopped dancing and looked around for her. I caught the suited man by the elevator, and he signaled me over to him. As I walked over to the elevator it was clear I was more than drunk. We arrived in the penthouse and there was a very familiar fuck bench in the middle of the room. Katie was sitting on the couch between two men and enjoying herself. A guy walked up in front of me and helped me undress. I was placed on the bench and my wrists and ankles were strapped down. Katie came up to me and said, "They instructed me to apply this lube from your bag." I drunkenly nodded and let my head hang, my world spinning too much to look around. I focused on the floor, the tiles had a design and in my woozy state I got lost in the thoughts of what it could be. I felt a syringe enter my hole and spray the lube inside, it was warm, even for my ass. I saw feet stepping into view, as they covered part of the design, I realized what the design in the floor was, Biohazard symbols. 'Where the fuck was I' I thought. 'How'd they know I was coming. Are all these guys poz? If they're poz why are we using 10inchscorpions cum as lube?' The man grabbed my head and placed a poppered covered rag over my nose. It was so cold it hurt, I opened my mouth and the part that covered my mouth had poppers on it as well. While poppers usually made me relax and drowsy, this time in my already drowsy state it made me awake and horny. Hands were placed on my ass and my cheeks were spread, then the familiar feel of a cock was placed at the entrance to my hole and pressed into me. The poppers worked their wonders as my hole relaxed and I felt his cock go inch by inch into me until the mans hips contacted my ass. He sped up and really fucked me good, my chastity cage rocked back and forth knocking into the fuck bench with each thrust. The man came, Katie placed more lube, the man administered more poppers, and another cock replaced the old one in my ass. This cycle continued and I was loving it. What ever was in the drink and the poppers brought me to a new level, a black circle entered my vision and expanded, then filling with colors and my ears droned out the music. All I could feel was my cock and balls, my hole getting fucked, and all I could hear was the sounds of hips hitting my ass and a man moaning. I slowly faded out. I woke up to Katie's roommate kneeling in front of me. "Welcome back slut." he said. I lifted my head and looked around, the room was empty, everyone had gone. "You did good tonight slut, with any luck you pozzed the sluttiest tops in San Jose. And if you want this cock again," he said gripping his junk through his pants. "You'll stop taking your "allergy pills" and get stung by me." He unlatched the straps and helped me up, my asshole was cool, from the amount of cum, and lube in and around it. He walked me over to the couch and sat me down on a towel next to him. "So do you like my club?" "This is yours?" I asked admiring the penthouse. "Yep, it's a little side project of mine, just wanted a place for high rollers to have fun." he paused, looking around. "Good work on the tattoo, pretty soon you'll have to add that biohazard symbol and have your poz party at that tattoo parlor." "How did you-" I started. He lifted a hand to shush me, "I just heard while down in LA, I've got no part in that. Next weekend you're coming up here, I'm leaving you in control of the pills, remember if you want me to fuck you, you'll stop taking them." I nodded. The drive down to LA felt longer than usual, the "allergy pills" sat in the drink holder next to me. Every once in a while I'd pick them up and stare at the bottle as I drove on the straight and narrow 5 freeway. My window was halfway down and the weather was perfect. In front of me sunlight cut through the clouds and lit up the golden grassy hills. I got lost in thought about how I felt on that bench, how my vision blacked out, like I was being pulled instead of "towards the light" I was being beckoned to the darkness. While I was lost in the memory, a rock hit and cracked my windshield, I ducked and flinched, the pill bottle with PreP in it, falling out of my window onto the freeway. I swerved but maintained control. I guess my decision was made for me. Good, I wanted that cock again.

Hi guys, this is the first time I’ve ever posted something like this online. It’s a short story about the first time I fucked, which also happened to be how I discovered raw sex. Like I said, its my first (true) story online and I hope you guys enjoy it 🙂 ______ An ex of mine used to say that the way you first experienced sex (raw or protected) would determine the way you fuck the rest of your life. I don’t think it’s a hard-and-fast rule, but I know it definitely applies to me. I had just started at university and discovered the joys on internet chat. Soon I was spending most afternoons at the university’s computer lab chatting to guys online. On the surface I was just trying to come to terms with being gay. But let’s face it, when you’re 18 all you want to do is fuck. So I found myself one afternoon in the computer lab chatting to random guys. I started chatting to one guy and as luck would have it, he lived near the university. After some general chit chat we turned to the subject of sex. Bear in mind I hadn’t seen a photo of this guy but I was keen as hell. I mentioned to him that I was a virgin but that I was meeting up with someone else from the Internet soon and didn’t want to be a complete novice. He told me he would be more than happy to show me the ropes. Luckily, he was working in IT and had a pretty flexible schedule so he could take some time off in the afternoon. We agreed to meet at a petrol station nearby in 15 minutes. I walked (really, really briskly) to my car, hopped in and was at the petrol station way sooner than the 15 minutes. I was nervous as hell but the guy eventually arrived. We sized each other up and I was soon following him to the apartment where he was staying. When we got the apartment we both stripped off really quickly. He had an amazing cock … thick and about 7 inches long. We started sucking each other off in a 69 on a bare mattress in the living room and I quickly asked him to fuck me. Naturally, I asked if he had a condom. He replied that he didn’t. I quickly made a decision and asked him to fuck me without a condom but not to cum in me. He then mentioned that he didn’t have any lube but by this time I was horny as fuck. Again, I decided to just go with the moment and told him to fuck me anyway. So he applied a bit of spit to his cock, pushed me chest down onto the mattress, pulled my cheeks apart and just shoved his cock into my waiting hole. It was one of the most painful things I had ever experienced, but it quickly turned to ecstasy as he took his cock out, applied more spit and continued to fuck me. Admittedly it took him quite a few thrusts before he got all the way inside me, but eventually there I was, 18 years old taking my first cock balls deep and bareback. The sex was intense. I remember reaching around, grabbing his arse and pulling him deeper into me. Without any warning except a low grunt, he unloaded into my hole. He pulled out and we proceeded to kiss. I was nervous as hell that he had just unloaded in me but told me I had nothing to worry about. He was kind enough to tell me I was a good kisser. He told me to get dressed and basically pushed me out the door. Wham. Bam. I never met up with him again or saw him online again. But a year later I was meeting up with a friend who had just moved into a new apartment. I went to visit and bizarrely it was the same flat I had got fucked in. The matrass on the floor was of course gone, but I could still see it there in mind. I smiled thinking about what had gone down that afternoon a year before … One of the results from that random fuck was that I discovered the joys of bareback sex. I’ve never used a condom in my life after that first fuck and I’ve been chasing (on and off) ever since.

Part 1 – The Urinal The boy moaned as I shoved my full 10 inches into his ass in one go, my pubes briefly mingling with the sparse hairs around his hole before I completely pulled out and violated his pussy again and again, quickly building up a brutal pace. I could tell he was in fag heaven: completely tweaked out, on all fours, with a hung aggressive brute beating up his cunt and choking him with big, muscular arms. “You like that, don’t you baby?” “Yes daddy!” “You like being my little bitch, don’t you?” “Y-yes daddy!” “Daddy’s going to use you however he wants, isn’t that right?” “Yes daddy, whatever you want.” I didn’t need to wait for his responses to know what he was going to say. I’ve seen the kid around in bars and clubs recently, his lean body, captivating smile, and early 20s charm ensuring he never went home alone. I’d often see him entering a bathroom with a guy or two, exiting some time later with his hair completely disheveled and eyes unable to focus. The whore was obviously trading his hole for drugs. “Daddy’s gonna pimp you out to his friends. You want that, don’t you? Daddy’s gonna feed you drugs and cum nonstop. Daddy’s gonna fuck you up. Fuck you up real bad.” He didn’t seem to believe me. Or at least he didn’t understand what I meant, despite the hard slaps to the face that left his poppers-addled head ringing. Despite the red imprint my hands left on his neck trying to get a tighter fit in his throat while I fucked it raw. All his whore mind cared about was the cock that just started seeding his pathetic cunt and the drugs pumping through his system. He didn’t really understand that I would wreck his worthless hole beyond recognition, that I would break both his body and his mind. “Yes daddy,” he said. “Please fuck me up! Please make me your whore!” The whore must be new in town. How else could I explain the complete trust he had in me when I guided his naked teenage body through that seedy sex club by a leash several hours later? Had he actually been from around here, he might have known to avoid me, just like the other boys learned to do the hard way. Excited at first to go home with a hung, muscular, bearded hunk, they soon learn they’re getting more than they bargained for. None of them left my place without bruises. One faggot I even sent home with a concussion, beating his face mercilessly when he tried to pull his mouth off my dick, my shaft blocking any access to oxygen. The word soon spread, and it became difficult to lure a hole back to my place for any form of release. No matter. I would tell them to wait for me in the alley with their asses out, or else. Most complied, excited by the thought of being nothing but a hole for a rough fucker to use. Only one entitled little black twink dared to tell me to fuck off before turning around and rejoining his group of friends. At that moment, I was faced with a choice: let it go, and see my authority and control over these pathetic cunts diminish, or teach him – and everyone else by extension – that saying no was simply not an option. I watched him the next several times I went out, patiently waiting for a moment to teach the bitch a lesson. On a snowy night a week later, I cornered him in a dark alley near the bar with two other fuckers who wanted in on the action. A flash of recognition spread across his face as he saw me, and he quickly turned to run. My friends grabbed him and held his arms behind his back, bringing him back to face me. “You’ll pay for what you said the other night, cunt. Nobody disrespects me like that.” “I’m sorry man! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! Please! I won’t do it again!” “It’s too late for that, you little piece of shit.” “Please” he said as he started struggling against the men holding him. Normally, I would find his attempts to resist cute – an adorable attempt to prevent the inevitable. Tonight, it was just another insult. A punch to the guts and kick to the balls later, the bitch was on the ground, writhing in pain as we ripped his clothes off him and flipped him onto his stomach. I spat on my dick, lined it up with his hole and started pushing in, my friends slapping the bitch with every “no” and “please” that came from his mouth. “There’s no way to stop this, bitch. You brought this on yourself.” A brutal fuck ensued, with the three of us dumping multiple loads into the abused cunt. Soon he just stopped resisting, and lay there limp – except for the occasional shiver – waiting for it to pass. After I dumped my final load into him, I quietly whispered into his ear: “You got off lucky tonight cunt. Disrespect me like that again, and something much worse will be waiting for you.” Shaking from the cold, sobbing, and destroyed, he barely managed a slight nod through the tears. For good measure, the three of us pissed on him and took his clothes with us, leaving him wet and naked on that freezing winter night. “Good luck getting home with no money, bitch.” I saw him again at the club a few days later. Try as he might to avoid my gaze, our eyes met for a brief second. I motioned to the exit, got up, and walked out of the club into the back alley. He came out just a few seconds later, pulled his pants down, and stuck his ass out without a word. Nobody dared refuse me after that. Luckily for my whore tonight, it had never come to that. He smiled sheepishly as the men in the sex club started inspecting his body, and it didn’t take long before one of them had his cock buried in the boy’s guts, quickly pumping out a load before being replaced by another. The slut seemed to be enjoying himself, smiling at the attention and moaning as each new dick bathed his insides in cum. After the fifth load, I decided he had had enough fun. I had other plans for him “With me, boy!” I said, as I tugged on his leash. Picking up my bag, I led him to the toilets, a large room with a raised urinal trough and stalls lining the walls, the floor wet with piss. “Put these on,” I barked at the whore as I threw him a set of wrist and ankle cuffs. He quickly obliged. “Kneel!” I said, and so he did, kneeling on all fours in front of the urinal. I attached his ankles and wrists to the chain clasps bolted into the concrete floor. I pulled out a mask with two tubes sticking out of it from my bag, and covered his head, careful to put the fatter end of one of the tubes into his mouth, stifling his confused objections. I then unscrewed the drainpipe leading out of the urinal, replacing it with the other end of the tube. The second tube was shorter, and just hung from the mask. I took a step back to admire my handiwork. My whore looked perfect. The tube connecting his mouth to the drain was already being filled with piss from the urinal, while his unfocused eyes, normally visible through the glass visor, were quickly obscured by the cigarette, weed, and meth smoke mercilessly blown in by strangers through the other tube, robbing the bitch of any fresh air. It didn’t take long for the first anonymous dick to find its way up the whore’s cunt. To say the bitch was fed only piss for the next several hours would be an understatement. It became a running joke to “do a line with the bathroom bitch”. Men would walk in, prepare lines for themselves and their friends to snort, and dump the last line into the urinal as part of the whore’s urine cocktail. Meth, coke, ketamine, MDMA… it was difficult to keep track of the chemicals that disappeared down the whore tube. Some of the men would ash their cigarettes and spit loogies into the trough, while others would bend over and push several loads out their asses for the slut to eat. Every once in a while, a stray pube found its way down the drain. The bitch was probably too high to even register what was going on at this point. Even if his body tried to get rid of the chemicals the normal way – vomiting – it would just be pushed back into the tube and he’d have to drink it up again. I could imagine the boy was in considerable pain: his sore, puffy, tender cunt, was constantly leaking cum and reduced to an unrecognizable mess by the relentless assault of dick after dick. His knees and palms were covered in cuts and bruises from the friction against the concrete floor. The pool of piss, dirt, and sweat around him must have been stinging those open wounds. Not that he could voice any complaints. The tube in his mouth widened into a ball at its end, completely gagging the bitch and reducing all screams into muffled grunts, moans and coughs gargled out of the urinal drain. When I finally felt the boy had had enough piss, I took the mask off his face and pulled the tube from his mouth, replacing it with a mouth spreader. Grabbing a fistful of his hair with one hand, I put my fully hard dick into his mouth and started sliding it in, pushing past the entrance of his throat until I was completely buried inside him. I went down on my knees and - not wanting to kneel on the uncomfortable floor - rested them on the whore’s knuckles. The whore’s screams were muffled by the 10 inches lodged in his throat, protesting as I painfully crushed his hands into the concrete floor below. With my other hand, I plugged his nose, waiting for the pain in his eyes to be replaced by panic from the lack of oxygen. I didn’t have to wait long - soon his eyes were darting left and right as he frantically tried to pull himself off my dick. I held on just a bit longer: waiting until he was just seconds away from passing out. Waiting for him to truly start fearing for his pathetic life. That’s when I started mercilessly facefucking the bitch. Letting go of his nose and holding his head in place with both hands, I quickly built up a rough pace, my knees grinding his already cut up palms into the filthy ground. The bitch only had a fraction of a second to gasp at the oxygen he desperately needed before my shaft plugged his throat again and again. Within seconds he started puking. Strangers’ piss gushed out of his mouth and nostrils in spurts, coating my dick with piss, throat slime, and the pubes that found their way down his whore throat. I slowed down for just a second, pulling his head back in until his nose was buried in my pubes, and forcing him to breathe in the stench of his stomach contents. He puked again directly into my crotch, and accidentally inhaled the urine. He started coughing, and my dick twitched at the thought of his lungs drowning in the chem piss that was in his stomach just a moment before. I resumed my brutal fuck, watching as the fountain of piss escaping his mouth grew smaller and smaller until he was retching nothing but air. Then I slammed my dick into him one last time, grinding his face into my pubes as I deposited a load straight down his gullet. Slowly, I pulled out. The hoarse breathing and coughing coming from the bitch told me his throat had been fucked raw. His bloodshot eyes drooped shut as tears and snot mixed with the drool hanging off his chin. I got up off the whore’s hands, lifting his face to mine so I could breathe in the piss-coated haze wafting from his mouth with every exhale. But I wasn’t finished yet. Motioning to another guy beside me to hold his head up by his hair, I pulled his eyelids open and let loose a torrent of piss straight into eyes, eliciting another raspy scream as he tried in vain to escape. As the torrent slowed to a stream, and then a trickle, I looked to his ass, realizing that I had been completely ignoring his other hole since we were back at my place. Yet another stranger was adding his load to the who-knows how many were already inside. I removed the mouth spreader and heard the whore breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that I must be done for now, but my dick twitched yet again at the thought of tearing his worthless cunt to pieces. I was far from done.

To start I have been deep in the closet my entire life and now at the age of 37, I have finally taken my first load. I met a married very attractive black guy on grindr a while back. Him and I both being married didn't have a place to meet in private. So we usually would meet in his car and I would blow him and he would play with my hole. This went on for months and we joked about him coming to my house one day when my wife was gone and fucking me. I was home alone the other day and so horny I couldn't think straight so invited him over. I was so nervous that one of the neighbors would figure it out what was going on being paranoid but I was in heat and threw cautious to the wind. I led him to the guest bedroom, and he planted a big one on me for the first time. He tasted amazing. I dropped my pants and watched him drop his. He has a big uncut cock and he was already hard and swinging as it popped past his briefs. I laid down in missionary. He slid between my legs and started kissing me while I lubed his cock. I have never had chemistry with a guy like a do with him and I think that played into how easily I accepted his huge cock. He fucked me slow until I was ready, and then started driving deep. It was like a constant orgasm for me the entire time. After a while he told me he was close and trying to hold out for me to shoot, but I didn't want to cum and chicken out. So I told him I would cum later and to cum inside me. He picked up the pace briefly and then hooked up all the way in and planted his seed. I squeezed his cock with my hole and could feel his dick pumping. He stayed in me holding me until he went soft and came out. He did a great job planting his load deep because there was no sign of it 30 minutes after he left and I finally had to work to push it out. I marveled out it while stroked and ended up blowing one of the biggest loads I have ever shot. I think I am hooked!

Kinda feel bad right now. Just met this bottom on Grindr and I bred him. Trying to keep my promise to stop these random hook ups but it’s addictive. My boyfriend told me if you’re gonna hook up use condoms and I told him I would but I’m finding it hard to do. I had condoms on me ready to meet this cute bottom who I was chatting with since yesterday. Came over to his place and he instantly unzipped my pants, dropped them down and planted his mouth on my dick. My eyes roll in the back of my head. I’m trying to think straight but I lost all sense. Next thing I know he starts undressing exposing this gstring with a perfect bubble ass. A deep primal urge came over me. I was grunting and my dick swole up so hard it hurts. He then bent over with his beautiful ass in my face and at that moment I lost all rational thought. I moved his thong to the side, spit in his hole and pushed my dick in, heard the pop sound. He started moaning and squirming and it got me even harder the more he tried to get away. I’m balls deep in him slow stroking and grunting just looking at this beautiful bubble ass bounce as I grip his thong. I start to pick up aggression and get into a tunnel vision where I cannot stop anymore. All logic and rational thought goes away. I just wanted to flood this bottom for relief nothing else mattered. Next thing I know I grunt and felt myself throb inside him. He reaches behind to hold me inside him while he says thank you repeatedly. I slowly started coming back to my senses and we got dressed, exchanged contact and I left. Get to my car and put my hand in my pocket to grab my keys and I pulled out the condom. Fuck! I’m really trying to control these urges.

So I drive into watt River access and of course the sheriff is skulking at the end of the parking lot cock blocking everyone. I think about turning around and leaving but I know the chances of him pulling me over for bullshit is high. I’ve seen them exclusively target the “gay” parking lot (like it’s 1975 or something) before. I’ve also seen them arrest cruisers, but to be fair the guys I saw him arrest were guys who treated the area like a bathhouse with no modesty. Come on guys, if you can see the road while you are being fucked chances are people on the road can see you. I pull out my parking pass as I drive towards him and park. I’m thinking I’ll just catch up on email or check sniffies when this guy who looks like a prison break parks next to me. He notices me. I notice him. He gets out and does some stretches and I wonder who the show is for - me or the ranger. He walks straight towards the ranger and out onto the trail. I sit for a few minutes and then head up the trail to follow him smiling at the ranger as I pass him. We are heading for an area that doesn’t usually get cruised. It’s possible the ranger thinks I’m going for a walk. Prison break has hiked up the levee and is about 100 feet away. I follow him and when he reaches the next trail to walk back down he does. He can see me now. He glances my way. I’m still not sure if it’s a date yet but it looks promising. I head to the only place to play up River. It’s a little hiding hole with bank on one side and bushes on the other next to the River. It’s secluded and off the path. I have had some good dicking here before. I make sure he sees where I’m going as I head off the path. He follows. It’s a date. We’re on. I climb down into the fuck fort and flash my ass a crack by pulling down my easy access sweats. He stops on the bank and watches me. I play with my cock through the fabric of my pants and he does the same. I beckon him over and turn my baseball cap around so I can be prepared to suck his cock. I pull my dick out. He pulls his dick out. He stands in front of me and squeezes them together. I wait until he is hard and then bend down to start sucking. “Yeah”, he sighs. His dick is hard as a rock and meaty now. My ass is exposed now as I’m jacking my cock. He reaches for it. I stand up and he misinterprets the movement as me being ready for my turn. He gives good head. It’s a thrill to watch this rough, tattooed up, shaved head guy, with cock sucking lips work my nob, but I’m not going to cum this way. I make him stand up and turn around. He takes the hint and presses his cock on my hole. With the ranger watching me I decided not to grab my poppers and lube from the trunk. This is going to be a spit fuck. I ask him to take it slow. He’s experienced and slowly works his cock into my butt. Once he’s balls deep he starts to pound. Just about now I’m starting to worry. If the ranger decided to walk in and follow us this is about the time for him to show up. I’m torn between wanting this good dick to last and not getting caught. He pulls out and and I see the shadow of his head look down. I think he’s expecting shit. I’m pretty confident my hole is clean. ‘All good there bud?” “Yeah” he says. I turn around and suck his cock to prove it. He sucks my cock some but I want his load in my butt. I turn around. “Give it to me. Fill me up. Make me a man.” I whisper. I’m also still worried about that ranger and want him to cum quick. He grabs my hips and goes to town. I feel his body tighten and he makes some last jabs as he unlooses in my bowels, knocking me up. He slowly pulls out. I turn around and he’s shaking some last few drops from his cock. It must have been a big load I think. “That was awesome.” I say. “I needed that”. “Yeah” he says not looking me in the eye and a little guiltily. The knowledge that he just barebacked a stranger in the woods and came in his ass must be hitting him. He leaves and I stay back. I stick my fingers in my cummy hole and bring them to my nostrils. The smell of cum is a rush. I walk back to my car sticking my fingers up my ass to feel his juices ever so often. The ranger is gone. I wonder if I can find another load. I just can’t seem to get enough cock up my ass.

my wife had just left the table when he leaned in and said, "no offense, but i get the feeling that you're a faggot." i stammered some kind of not very convincing of course nots and before i could finish he cut me off. "of course id love to fuck you in the ass." i blushed but i knew the bar was too dark for it to matter. "thanks but no thanks" i said regretfully. i got up to get another round. **** we'd met wil because the bar was packed and we were looking hopelessly for a table. we were about to give up and go somewhere else when wil waved us over and charmingly invited us to join him. my wife courtney and i had been married for 11 years and we hadnt been out since the pandemic. we decided to hit up a divey place a few blocks from our apartment that had been a favorite before and, as i said, found the place packed. courtney always loved the gay guys and wil was no different. i used to worry that they were just humoring her. and then i decided that even if they sometimes were there was no point to my being worried about it. **** i got back to our table with 2 vodka gimlets and a glass of rose. courtney grabbed my phone and excitedly said "im putting wil's number in your phone because he's interested in settlers of catan and i know you know everything about it." she probably didnt need this 4th glass. wil winked at me and chuckled. **** back at home, court was a mess. we got her in her nightgown and she was working on a big glass of water. my phone buzzed with a message. i didnt look at it. i undressed and got into bed with her. she was chubby these days but i enjoyed the curves. i got hard and pressed my cock against har ass. she reached back and grabbed my cock approvingly. my phone buzzed again. what's that she asked still half passed out. "i dunno. let me see." "jeez. its wil. he says he and his roommates want to play catan tonight and i should come." "oh you should go" she said turning to me "im really tired an you should make more friends. hes just a few blocks away." "yeah" she blinked. "go over. you dont have anything to do tomorrow. itd be great to have wil as a friend." i was pretty sure wil had something else in mind. i wanted it. "yeah ok. if youre cool with it." **** "im here." i texted. "come on up." i knocked on the door, it was like 1245am. a stranger opened. "oh is wil here?" he didnt reply but wil came up behind him. "he come on in. this way." i followed him through the living room where a few people were hanging out. i felt super awkward and just gave a little wave as i followed wil back to his bedroom. "dont worry about them. theyre not worried about you." he opened his jeans, pulled out his stiffening cock and sat on his double bed. a purple mattress i think. for the first time in my life i sucked on a cock. i got my rock hard cock out and started stroking too. "lets fuck." he got naked and i did too. i climbed on the bed and he opened the top drawer on his nightstand. i saw lube and condoms and little bottles and handcuffs and... "flip over" i did. he squirted lube on my asshole. he pressed it in with a finger. i pulled away. "relax. it'll be fine." he put a bottle of poppers under my nose and i took a sniff. WOW. i found myself a moment later with a penis fucking me. it was everything id ever hoped for. fuck me it was amazing. it didnt take long for him to cum. he grabbed my ass and slid all the way in and out of me. he pushed all the way in when he started squirting. jesus. i guess i was a faggot. *** i watched him walk away and then felt around for a wrapper. "did you wear a condom?"

The fat black man fucking me indicated he was about to cum. His equally fat black cock was tearing me up and I loved it. The bathhouse was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night. I was hunched over a fuck bench holding on for dear life as the raw fucker battered and buttered my hole with his load. A faint wave of guilt interrupted my pleasure at being bred when I thought of my boyfriend Chet who at the moment was discussing the latest Mark Kurlansky book at his weekly book club meeting. He had no idea I spent my Tuesdays hunting down loads at any number of adult establishments. The guy pulled out and I caught a glimpse of his half hard cock shiny with lube and cum swinging heavily below his gut. Before I could decide whether to stay or go the old guy in the corner who had been jerking off to the show made up his mind. He stepped up and slipped his cock into my well used hole. He was not as big as the black guy but plenty big enough. I moaned as he eased himself into a slow fuck. Then a voice from the dark shattered my idyll. "Well look who we have here," Brad, one of Chet's best friends sauntered up to me from out of the shadows. Fuck!!! Brad was a big oaf of a man, red blonde and furry. I had always been curious about him, wondered what he was packing. Unfortunately I was about to find out. He stood in front of me his big legs wide, arms crossed, a shit eating grin on his malicious face. I was not exactly trapped but I was loathed to push the old man off me before I got his load and besides I was already busted now all I could do is wait to find out the cost of my betrayal. "Sooo...," Brad drawled, "while the hubby is off chatting about the best seller list and drinking wine spritzers you're here getting your slut hole filled." He was right but I had to try to get out of this. Unfortunately my sex addled and desperate brain was not up to the task. I tried to bluff, " It's not what it looks like." Of course it was exactly what it looked like. "This is my first time. I was curious, please don't tell Chet." I was yammering on but Brad cut me off. "Don't insult my intelligence buddy. I might look like a ditch digger but my brain works just fine. I saw your piece of crap Tacoma when I pulled in here." Hey, my crazy brain protested inwardly, my truck was not a piece of crap. "You know Mark that works the counter? We go way back. I still throw him a bone once in a while and by bone I mean I fuck him. The guy has no discretion, gotta mouth like a fish wife. He says you are in here every Tuesday without fail. Says he even fucked you once on a break. Soooo...you gonna stick with your bullshit story?" The old guy was still fucking me even as he soaked in all Brad had to say. He chuckled at the last line. I did not know what to say so I remained quiet. Brad moved closer, his groin so close but not touching. I tried not to look but his bloated meat was so hard to resist. It was big and pink and tasty looking. My pride, what little I had left kept me from reaching for it. He trailed a big mitt down my back to my ass, kneading my cheeks and pulling them apart so the guy fucking me could get in deeper. "We always wondered, me and the guys that is, what your hole would feel like. You're a good looking man. I never imagined I'd have a shot with you, nope not in a million years." His hands kept moving. "Not you with your GQ looks, $200 shoes and vintage ties." The guys did tend to give me a lot of grief over my 'fancy' cloths and expensive hair cuts. "But look at you, under that glossy refined exterior is just another slut cum dump begging for loads. I started to protest, again he shut me up. "Don't even!", he cut himself off by roughly grabbing my chin so he could look me in the eye. "I've been watching you this whole time. I saw you get fucked through a glory hole. And what about that fat slob that just seeded your hole and this geezer." He gestured at the old man who was still banging away. "No offense intended." The old man cackled, "None taken. I fucked this guy before. I ain't never seen him turn down a dick." "Cut the crap and just admit you are a cum dump." "No load refused," added the old man laughing heartily and sounding like a craigslist ad. I slumped in defeat. My secret was out. "Okay Gramps," Brad was taking charge," time for you to breed this bitch. I've got plans for his ass and they don't include you." "Alright, alright," the old man huffed, " getting close, so close." Then he let out a long squeaky moan and I knew he was getting his nut. Also I recognized the moan. He had fucked a load into my ass more than once. He was probably a Tuesday night regular also. I rarely bother to turn and look at the guys fucking me on the bench. I love the sleazy anonymity of it. The geezer pulled out and gave my ass a slap. "Have fun boys, looks like you two have some catching up to do." He wandered off throwing a wave over his shoulder, "See you next Tuesday." Bastard! I tried to get off the bench but Brad was having none of it. I settled back down too afraid of him to argue. "You just get comfy. We are waiting for someone." "Who! Who are we waiting for?" I started to panic fearing he had called Chet. "Is it...is it..."I was so breathless I couldn't even say his name. "Calm down buddy. It's not Chet. Just a mutual friend looking forward to getting to know you better and I mean that in the Biblical sense." Oh shit that could only be one person, Brad's pal, the biggest asshole in the metropolitan area, BJ." And as if on cue he stepped into the room a smile so big on his face I thought his jaw might split and fall off. BJ, one of the guys, was one of Chet's oldest friends. They went to high school together and I think that was the only thing they had in common. Chet was too much of a sweetheart to tell BJ to get lost and BJ liked Chet's liquor cabinet too much to exit the scene. BJ was not even his real name. He earned it by getting caught twice in high school receiving blow jobs from classmates in the restroom. BJ was every bit as big as Brad but where Brad was bearish BJ was big boned and raw skinned with hard spare muscles and without an ounce kindness in his ugly mug. He reminded me of Willem Dafoe. I detested him. He was a lazy creep, always skirting the law and his mouth was always spouting invective. BJ was one of the few men (him and Trump) that I had no desire to see his package. Every other guy on the planet, even the lowliest, grossest slob, I have to wonder about his his dick. I mean when its poking through a gloryhole what does it matter. Not BJ though. It was not his body I objected to, it was him. "Hey GQ," BJ's nickname for me, "fancy meeting you here. Enjoying yourself?" He walked around me his eyes roaming over my body greedily. I remained quiet. "You are being rude GQ. Hogging the fuck bench like this. Why don't you hop off and give one of these other fags a go." There was no one else in the room but us. They each took and arm and helped me off. I have to admit my legs were a little wobbly. Recent events had over taken my stability and reality. They guided me over to a wide padded bench and sat me in between them. "You know GQ every time I look at that pretty face of yours I have the same damn thought. I'm a fucking broken record." He slapped my knee, hard. My flinch only served to widen his already ridiculous smile. "You want to know what it is?" I shook my head. "Oh come on, aren't you a teensy weensy bit curious." His grip on my knee became painful. "Okay, okay," I gave in trying to push his hand off my knee. "Tell me." Now I should point out I am not exactly a 90lb weakling. I am 6'2'', 175lbs, but both these guys had a couple inches on me and way more muscle. BJ was terrifyingly strong. "When I look at you," he snarled, "I want to feel that arrogant face of yours pushing into my ass." God no! He wants me to eat his ass. Now don't get me wrong. I am a devoted ass eater and the hairier the better but fucking BJ. NO WAY! It would be too demeaning, too gross. He could see the refusal in my face. I looked him the eye and I have never seen a more disgusted and hateful expression. "I know what you think of me GQ. I know you think you are better than me. That I am trash, that I only use people for what I can get. And who knows you might be right but I am not the one that just got caught cheating on his boyfriend and not only cheating but whoring out his hole to anybody with a heartbeat and a hard-on so you tell me old pal who's trash now? Which one of us is on the moral high ground?" My heart lurched. He was right. I did think I was better than him but was I really? BJ did not give me any more time to ponder the issue. "Don't worry about it sport," he ruffled my hair like I was a five year old. "I am totally willing to come down to your level, your lying cheating morally corrupt level. You can keep cheating on your boyfriend like you want and I am going to blackmail your ass...so I can get into your ass. You can keep your happy Martha Fucking Stewart life with preppy little Chet but on Tuesday nights you're mine. And Brad's of course." He gave Brad a friendly punch on the shoulder. I had to make one last attempt at getting out of this. "C'mon Brad you are better than this," I pleaded. "Don't let this asshole lead you into something you will regret. Brad shook his head but with no regret. "Sorry bud, this is a dream come true." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled us closer and despite the agony my soul was in I noticed how damn good he felt. "I have jerked off too many times dreaming of this moment and there is no way in hell I am letting it slip by. Besides you know, deep down, you want this. Hell I notice you checking out my package all the time." He had me there. I spent many a social gathering staring at his crotch trying to decide if he was cut or not. BJ interrupted. "Enough jibber jabber, my ass isn't going to eat itself." Two seconds later I was on my back staring up at BJ's hairless and wrinkled pucker. He pressed his hole to my lips and I clamped my mouth shut. He wiggled his ass back and forth, the silky weight of his sack caressing my chin. "Time to get busy GQ. I am not going to say it again. Either your tongue goes up my hole or I get my cell to call Chet." I gave in and pushed my tongue out. A few licks and his hole opened up like a spring flower. A few more licks and I was in deep and god help me he tasted so good. My cock was rock hard. My cum dump instinct took over and I was busy trying to push my head up his ass. I couldn't believe I was eating BJ's ass and loving it. I hated him but could not get enough of his hole. I could hear Brad talking to someone. Then I heard, "Go ahead and fuck him. He's not going anywhere." A moment later I felt the head of a cock rubbing up and down my asshole. When he paused I pushed out and managed to get it in me. "God damn," the guy swore, "he's a hungry bottom ain't he." Then he slammed the rest of his cock into me and I was breathless for a moment with both the pain in my ass and the lack of available air due to BJ grinding his hole hard in my face. I had no complaints. Except for being caught out life was fucking great. I had a raw anonymous cock in my ass and tasty asshole to feast on. There was nothing to do but enjoy. The top did not last long. He shot his load and departed but was immediately replaced by another and I wondered if it was Brad. Turns out it was not. Brad wanted my hole good and loaded before he had his way with me. BJ did not seem in any hurry to disengage his hole from my tongue so I settled in for a long rimming session. When I did get a break I asked the guys if they had any poppers. I was in total slut mode now. "You continue to shock me GQ," said BJ. "Be right back." He headed off towards the lockers but not before suggesting to Brad that I might be more comfortable in a sling. I followed Brad to the sling room not bothering to hide my eagerness. He patted the sling gesturing me to get in. Shyly I asked him if I could suck his dick before he fucked me. I still felt awkward about the situation but Brad's cock was even more beautiful than I had imagined and I could not wait to taste it. He shook his head as he pushed me into the sling, pulled my legs up and fastened the shackles to my ankles. "You're gonna be sucking my dick a lot. Don't worry your pretty head about that. You and my meat are going to get very well acquainted but right now its not about what you want and what I want is to see you fucked raw. I want to hear you beg for my meat in your cheating slut hole." BJ soon reappeared tossing me the little brown bottle. He had even thoughtfully removed the annoying plastic seal. I immediately took a hit and felt my hole pulse with the chemical high. As much as I hated BJ I wanted him to fuck me more than anyone. He teased my hole with his cock backing away every time I tried to get him inside. He was loving it and to be honest so was I. "Beg for it," he insisted," tell me what a piece of shit slut you are." "Please fuck me BJ, please. I want your load so bad." "What's my name?" his voice turned harsh and he gave my nut sack a smack. I flinched and started over over. I was too slow in responding with his real name. "David," I gasped when he menaced my balls again sending shivers of pain through my body. "I'm a lying, worthless cum dump that doesn't deserve your load David." I shouted. "It's too good for me but I need it." I rambled on doing a shit job I am sure but I knew he was going to fuck he just wanted to humiliate me first. I didn't care. I wanted cock. Luckily I managed a hit of poppers as he slammed his full length into me. It was brutal but felt so fucking good. It was a hate fuck and I have never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't touch my cock for fear of blasting off. Losing all self esteem and I pulled at BJ trying get him close enough for a kiss. His look of disgust only served to make my cock harder. "You really are pathetic," he spit before pressing his lips to mine and exploring my gums with his tongue. I kissed him greedily trying to make sure every inch of his rampant cock was lodged in my greedy hole. When he shot his load my bliss went into overdrive. His ugly mug contorted and his muscles strained as he concentrated on his nut making sure I was fully bred and loaded. He pulled out too soon offering Brad a turn. Brad mounted me quickly and BJ came to my side to have his cock cleaned. Brad was a fun fuck, his boyish smile never leaving his lips as he watched me clean cum and ass juice off my rival. Instead of breeding me Brad went to my other side and pushed his cock into my mouth. BJ surprised me by bending over to share giving Brad a blow job. When the orgasm came BJ took most of the jizz but then pushed it into my mouth. We shared a cummy kiss snowballing Brad's load. My cock was a hair trigger at this point. As soon as Brad put his lips to my cock I exploded. I moaned into BJ's mouth and spit frothed cum dribbled out as the most extreme orgasm I had yet to experience shattered my body. Brad joined us for a three way kiss so share my load. Brad and BJ helped me out of the sling and we all headed for the showers in silence. I had no idea what to say or how I should feel. What I did know was that I wanted these two men again. I wanted them to use me as they saw fit. As we all dressed I turned to BJ. "Next Tuesday," It was a question. Grabbing his bag he shrugged. "I'll think about it," but the wink told me my hole was going to get well acquainted with BJ's cock. I stopped at Barnes and Noble on the way home and bought Chet a $200 gift card.

I’m not going to give away where exactly this happened. Small town Italy, the guy probably is closeted and flying as far under the radar as possible. Just picture a hot sunny summer day, a sleepy little small town square, and me – hungry and thirsty from a long, tough morning of cycling the hilly countryside – settling down at an outdoor table of a sidewalk café for lunch – a café which is more than half empty. The server soon set me up with some food, a glass of wine, and a big bottle of water. I was halfway done with my meal when something happened that made my neck swivel very quickly. That’s when this Italian wet dream man walked slowly right past my table into the indoor bar area. Classic Italian good looks – olive skin, curly black hair, lean hard body, clearly visible through a skin-tight t-shirt and a pair of hip-hugging pants that looked painted on. The bulge was enticing, the butt downright tempting. My dick twitched in my cycle shorts and started to grow with just that one glance. But first things first, I was still thirsty and hungry. And anyway, he didn’t reappear after he slipped inside. Probably busy knocking back a drink and flirting with the girl who had waited on me. I finished eating, and as I was sipping the last of the water, he appeared again at the far door and lit a cigarette. As he took his first puff, his eyes locked with mine. To anyone else watching, it might have appeared innocent, but there was no way I could mistake the gesture as he slid his hand down and adjusted himself in his tight pants. I waited about 30 seconds, and then oh-so-casually got up and sauntered inside to find the toilet. Inside the tiny men’s room, I peeled down my bike shorts and pulled out my growing dick. A bit difficult to piss with what I had in mind, but I managed to get the stream going all right. Then the door opened, and he was standing right beside me, pulling his meat out and looking down at mine as he began to piss. I waited no longer. I put my hand on his butt and gave it a squeeze. He smiled at me and licked his lips. After we both finished pissing, he grabbed my hand and wrote an address on it – then left the men’s room quickly. I adjusted myself as best I could, went out to pay my bill, and then grabbed my phone and looked him up. Just 2 blocks away, and I hopped on my bike and shot over there – coming around the corner just as he reached the door and turned to see me rolling up. He was waiting to let me into the old building, and to lead me up the stairs to his apartment on the second floor up. All the way I was feasting my eyes on that beautiful ass that I was about to make my own. As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, he pushed right up against me and ground his crotch against mine as he mashed his mouth onto my face and thrust his tongue between my lips. Man, this Italian guy was hot as a firecracker and really ready to take me on! I reached around, grabbed his ass and began kneading it through his tight pants. I could actually feel his dick getting bigger and harder against mine with each beat of his pulse. He dropped to his knees and forced his face into the bulge in my shorts. He soon had my dick leaking a steady stream of precum, my juice soaking into the material of my shorts. But it was time for me to get a taste of him. I reached under his armpits and pulled him up again. In no time, I had his t-shirt off and his pants undone, and then bent him over and forced my face into his tight butt crack, my tongue probing for his hole. The musky scent from deep inside his ass made my cock jump again and again. I tore myself away from him, peeled my cycling jersey up and over my head, and my bib shorts down to the floor so I could kick them off. Then back into his crack I dove. I pushed him down onto the sofa on all fours and really went to town on his tight hole, until I had him moaning and squealing with each thrust of my tongue. Then, my favourite moment: the moment when a good bottom’s hole suddenly relaxes and blooms, ready for my big tool to fix whatever’s wrong inside there. I stood up, spit on his hole once and my hand twice, stroked my cock with it, and then nudged the bare tip against his tight ass and began to lean on him. He dropped right down onto his belly and lifted his ass into the air, all in one second, and the head of my hard cock popped inside his hole like magic. He moaned even louder and began trying to back up onto me. I leaned; he pushed. In next to no time, I felt my low-hanging balls come to rest against his taint, and knew I was all the way into him – 8½ inches of all the way. I’d love to tell you all about how I ravaged his ass for three hours and dumped sixteen loads inside him, but that would be stretching the truth even more than my big meat was stretching his hole. This guy was so tight that it felt like I had taken his cherry, but his talented stroking of my cock with his muscles made it plain that he had been there more than a few times and knew just how to make a top feel good. It took me only seconds to work up from the first slow in-and-out motions to the point where I was pounding his hole furiously, my balls slapping hard against him, and his loud moaning and inarticulate cries were driving me at top speed towards the finish line. All at once, I felt the regular rhythm of his ass muscles deteriorate into uncontrolled spasms – which quickly yanked my load up out of my balls and sent it rocketing into his colon, at the same time as his sperm spurted out all over his sofa. I was nowhere near finished, and neither was he. I lay flat on top of him as my breathing returned to normal, but his ass went right back to milking me and kept my dick rock-hard in his hole. Before long, I started slowly pumping again and his moans and sighs of satisfaction said it all, from his point of view. Having come once, fast, I was now ready for a longer session. I stroked him deep and shallow, going from teasing his ring with the head to plumbing the depths with the whole shaft. I fucked fast; I fucked slow. I took him through all the basic positions, and a few extras that didn’t get into many of the sex manuals. From time to time, I shot some more spit onto my dick to keep the fun going. After about half an hour of this second fuck, he began panting and I knew he was close to coming. So I rolled him onto his back, picked up the speed, concentrated on the warm feel of my own seed around my cockhead inside his slick channel, and in just a few more seconds I was ready to shoot. I started to warn him, and got as far as shouting, “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna…” when his cock lifted off his belly and machine-gunned his face and chest with shot after shot of his mancream. That sight set me off (it always does) and I blasted a second load of my fuckjuices deep into his guts. We lay there kissing and cuddling for another half hour or so, and then I got up, dressed and left. We did exchange phone numbers and names, but I honestly never expected to see Franco again. Fast forward two weeks. End of my holiday, I went for a few days of R & R at Sitges before heading home to get back to the grind. The day I arrived, I was lying out on the beach, grabbing some rays, when I felt a shadow fall across me. I opened my eyes and looked up. The long, lean body of the guy looking down at me was familiar, the tiny, tight speedo grabbing my attention at first. Then I took a second look and recognized Franco. I pulled off my mirrored shades and watched as his face lit up. Ten minutes later we were back in my room, his speedo was on the floor, mine was already wet with precum, and my face was buried deep in that tempting ass again. My R & R turned out to be not so restful or relaxing after all. We spent the next 4 days together, most of it “together.” That’s when I planted the other 14 loads far up inside his tight, hot fuckhole – not to mention several more loads of sperm that I pumped into his mouth and down his throat.

I wouldn’t worry too much about Virginia anyway. The Democrats control that state’s Senate chamber so any legislation that Youngkin dares to propose or that the Republicans in the state House pass will be met with stiff resistance. SWEET!

When I reached my 50s, I feared the amount of cock I took would decline. The reverse has been true. And I find no difficulty in finding 30/40 something tops. That said, I am in far better shape than I was 20 years ago, which may explain it a bit.

I can’t believe I’m reading this. You’re on Breedingzone - where semen is essentially an object of worship - asking if you should refrain from ejaculating for a month. *sigh* Whatever rationale you’ve heard or read about suggesting that spending 30 days in self-denial is probably wrong. There is very, very little actual credible evidence out there in the form of science that demonstrates that it is or isn’t a good idea not to ejaculate. But let’s look at a couple of the reasons one can find suggested as good reasons to hold it in: Improved Concentration - Yeah. Because nobody’s ever distracted by horniness. Clearer Skin - Because everyone knows masturbation causes acne. A Deeper Voice - Oh, I get it - because you’ll be more masculine if you keep all you man-ness inside. A Greater Sense Of Purpose - I’ll bet. By day 30 you’re saying GOT TO FUCK AT ALL COSTS. A Month’s Worth of Cum To Shoot At Once - Um...no. When your body produces semen and you don’t use it, it doesn’t just sit around building up volume. Your body goes Oh, don’t need it? We’ll recycle it, then. And reabsorbs it. Oh, and those ‘blue balls’ that everyone thinks are aching because they’re bursting with cum? That’s actually epididymal hypertension, a buildup of blood in the testicles during arousal - arousal that never gets un-aroused when a guy is No-Nutting all month. Heightened Orgasm - The jury’s out on this. Some say yes, some say no, some say meh. But given that orgasm is primarily a function of your mental state rather than the quantity of semen available, my money’s on ‘No’. I mean, do what you want to do and enjoy 30 consecutive days without cumming if that floats your boat. There are plenty of guys in chastity who have found ways to realize fulfillment and even orgasm without ejaculating. Personally, I was owned by a sadistic motherfucker who trained me to have non-ejaculatory orgasms on his verbal command, and now most of my orgasms don’t have anything to do with my cock. But this kind of solution isn’t something you just suddenly decide to do on a November day. If you’re the kind of guy who’s used to rubbing one out - or better yet - breeding one in - on the regular, I think you’d just be depriving yourself of a perfectly healthy pleasure for no sensible reason. But you do you.

Some of these replies are fucking nauseating. This is the HIV/AIDS & Sexual Health forum. Take your bugchasing and giver/chaser fetish shit to the bugchasing forum where it belongs. The OP has a shockingly high viral load and his CD4 count indicates that the Enemy Virus is successfully destroying his immune system - and you sick motherfuckers don’t give a rat’s ass about his well-being. “Welcome to the brotherhood”? You can’t call people who care so little about each other’s lives brothers in any sense of the word. I’m a seven-year AIDS survivor who came as close to death from it as you possibly can, so I qualify for your “brotherhood” about as well as anyone, but I want no part of your bugchasing “brotherhood” of lunatics. The OP has joined a different kind of brotherhood, whether he realizes it or not - a brotherhood of those who have to fight the Enemy to survive. To the OP: It is imperative that you begin ART as soon as possible to mitigate the damage being done to your immune system. My CD4 count got to 49. I will likely never see 500 again. Right now, after seven years of rigorous adherence to ART, my system was so damaged I am still struggling to keep it above 200. You think you want this. You don’t. If you reach AIDS and the opportunistic microorganisms that surround us attack you, you’ll either die, or you will suffer and sexy will be the last thing on your mind. And even if you don’t let it get to that extreme, HIV doesn’t just sit there idle in your body - your body is under a constant siege of inflammation, and science still isn’t sure of all of the results of that, but you’ll be more susceptible to certain cancers, it’ll be easier for you to get sick, and be sicker when you do. Even when you get past the point where you have to take prophylactic meds to stave off pneumonia, meningitis, and a dozen other illnesses waiting in line to kill you, expect to endure molluscum, thrush, candidiasis and shingles. Had ‘em all. Guess what? People with advanced or untreated HIV are on the list of those the CDC has identified for whom the COVID vaccines aren’t as effective and who need a third and likely a fourth vaccination to maintain a level of protection from COVID. I’m now triple-vaxxed because without it I could end up on a fucking ventilator. This is what you want? This is the fate you’re merrily passing on to other people you fuck with your sky-high viral load? This is the result you’re happy with? Think none of the above will happen to you? Think again, brother. It’s already happening. I’ve been to that place and just barely made it back alive. You don’t want to go there. Anybody who says he does is either non compos mentis or just a goddamned idiot.

I have a counter-proposal... how about we make it #buttnutnovember so that men only cum inside butts?

When the two guys climbed off Helen, having both added to the mix of cum slop in both her cunt and arse, one of them held her arse cheeks open whilst the other forced a wine bottle thick end into her anal opening and then they left her like that, as she was pretty much lifeless, in a comatose state, the other guys didn’t bother with her, preferring instead to continue to use me and my mother, at least they could still get a reaction from us. I thought about how degrading and demeaning it was to be sucking fuck slop from my own mothers arse, but as I glanced across at Helen with the thick wine bottle distending her sphincter, I was glad to be in the position I was and not where she was, on her front, in an almost recovery type position, wine bottle inserted, anus distended and her body glazed in cum and sweat and god alone knew what else, I could see track marks on her inner arms and one breast with the stretcher in the nipple elongating it to what seemed a ridiculas size but I was also sure that she would soon be moving upto another size stretcher, elongating her nipples more, she had always had such beautiful breasts that I loved to touch kiss and suck, now they were to some degree ruined. I was brought back to my own situation by my mother being helped off me and then she lay back down but this time face to face with me, her body must have been on auto-pilot, I am pretty sure she was not aware it was her own son she was attempting to make love to, that is right up until the point she looked me in the eyes and simply said, “I love you baby” And then she kissed me whilst her hand was caressing my only slightly responsive cock her tongue entered my mouth, she would have been able to taste all the cum and juices that had come from her own arse, deposited there by so many different men. I loved the feel of her kissing me like no mother should ever kiss a son, I loved the feel of my hands on her body, touching her dragging my long nails across her skin, fondling her pierced nipples, touching her bum, moving round to touch her cunt, sinking my finger into her cunt, the cunt that had birthed me, touching stroking her clit like I used to with Helen in what seemed so long ago now. I knew we were being watched whilst men stroked there cocks, even occasionally dumping more cum on our entwined body’s, I tuned out the strangers and concentrated on giving my mother forbidden pleasure. That is until I felt someone grab my ankles and spread my legs, turning me partially onto my back, I felt hands between my legs, I felt and could see a cockring being put on me and then I saw the syringe, I was about to get an injection in my semi limp cock, “Just a little Trimix for you fag, so you can fuck this bitch properly” I just allowed myself to go with the flow, still concentrating on my mother kissing and touching me, I could feel the man’s hands pull my penis taught, I felt the sting as the needle entered the side of my little cock and then I felt the needle withdraw, I carried on kissing my own mother, my hands wandering all over her body, it took a few mins for the Trimix to take effect but after a short while I had the most painful hard on I have ever had, looking back, I think they used the highest dose possible not knowing or caring about any damage, just wanting to get me hard enough to fuck my own mother. “Right bitch, you’re ready, she wants it so fuck that whores cunt” I guess my mother heard and understood these words as she lay flat on her back and spread her legs, putting her left hand between her legs spreading the lips of her swollen battered and glistening cunt and I slipped my painful erection into her easily, as I did so I we stared into each other’s eyes and I heard her gasp, “Yes, oh fuck yes fuck me, fuck me FUCK ME” “Wow” said one of the crowd, phone in hand videoing the immoral scene “this is definitely going on the net” My cock was well lubricated by both my mother’s cuntal juices and the cum of the men who had already fucked her, but I took delight in knowing that she had not asked anyone that night to fuck her until it came to me, she wanted me inside her and once again I was the centre of attention, her legs came up and hooked around my back in an effort to get me as deep into her as she could but that didn’t last long as men on either side of us grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart, far apart, painfully so, and held them there, I didn’t want this, I wanted her legs wrapped around me, but the I felt someone on top of me and the familiar probe of a hard cock pushing against my sphincter, penetrating me and the three of us fucked, a stranger fucking me as I fucked my mother and it was this thought along with all the other myriad of thoughts and the fact I loved her so much and we were putting on such a great show that meant I didn’t last long before I shot my load into her, and I knew it was quite possibly one of the last times my nuts would ever produce cum before they gave into the effects of the HRT. Even after I had cum I stayed hard inside my mother’s body whilst another man took the place of the man who had just dismounted from me, for what seemed like ages, a succession of men, (in my mind, but in reality was probably just 4 or 5), mounted me like I was a breeding mare, and they did indeed breed me dumping toxic load after toxic load inside my body, inside my guts, adding their DNA to my own. I looked across at Helen, she had been moved from the floor to a couch, she was being fucked in her cunt, I occasionally got glimpses of the wine bottle still in her arse, it must have been incredibly painful, but she just lay back, head drooping to one side, eyes half closed, saliva drooling from the side of her mouth, although if you were to taste that saliva, you would probably find it salty with cum as well. I felt fingers in my gaping arse, then a hand covered in slime and cum pushed into my mother’s mouth dumping the fuck slop from my arse into her mouth and then a hand on the back of my head pushing my face to my mother’s to kiss her and we shared the fuck slop between us tongues entwined both of us fighting to get our tongues deep inside each other’s mouth. Then we were pulled apart and I was abandoned, still with a raging hard on, watching my mother servicing cock with all of her holes When I awoke, my mother and Helen where both missing, I assumed they were getting fucked somewhere in the house, my balls ached and my cock was still hard so I couldn’t have been asleep very long, I needed to piss and knew it would be difficult but I still made my way to the bathroom and there I was surprised to see both my mother and Helen kneeling in the large bath tub, mouths open, tongues out whilst three men pissed on their faces and the where swallowing as much as they could, I watched till the men where empty then turned to the toilet and lifted the lid, as I did so, one of the men grabbed my shoulder turned me and said “We have two perfectly good toilet’s here” So, I tried to push my erect cock down to piss on the faces and in the mouths of my mother and my former girlfriend and they drank it all, my chem laced piss and when I finished, I wasn’t even asked, I just automatically leaned forward and kissed them one at a time, Helen first then my mother, it occurred to me as I kissed them that what I could taste wasn’t just my piss and their saliva, or even the piss of the three men still watching us, but the cock s and cum and saliva and arseholes of all the men that they had sucked licked kissed and rimmed. My sister had been at the party for some of the time, even participating in getting fucked by both Jon and Daniel but she wasn’t there all the time and when she came in to the room the following day I realised I hadn’t seen her for much of the time. She handed us our butt plugs for all the use they were, not one of us could keep it in and said, “Right whores, get showered and dressed we are going home” The fact that she even called her former friend Helen and our mother a whore made me realise we were just merchandise to her, or maybe she just enjoyed the power, not just of owning someone but also breaking them in, breaking their spirit, corrupting and debasing them and leaving them dependant on her. Oh, and of course the money came in handy too, as I had learned earlier, people paid a lot of money to come to these parties and my sister provided them with top quality fuck toys whatever the customers desire. We got into Tracy’s car, sitting on Towels and with toilet paper between or arse cheeks to help stem the leakage of course the wine bottle had been removed from Helens arse sometime previously but I did wonder how much she must gape having had it in her for so long. Anyway we made our way back to my parents’ house. I was surprised thinking I would go back to Peters, but he had made his own way home and I was informed that I was back in my own room. When I walked into my room I noticed my bed was gone and replaced with a double, and I also realised Helen had followed me into the room, she obviously already knew that we were now to share the room a fact confirmed by my sister as she put her head in my doorway and said “You two share a room now, and Helen you can give him make up tips and share clothes and I am sure mom will help too won’t you mom?” “Yes Tracy” my mother replied in a totally subservient voice and tone, she knew that without my sister she wouldn’t have access to the drugs that would carry her away from this awful world if only for a little time With that she walked away, I found out later she had moved into my mother’s room and my mother was now in my sister’s room although this now also had a double bed I guess for use by my mother’s customers or Daniel when he stayed over or for any other of my sister’s friends or business acquaintances.

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My sister collected Peter and myself, and I left the house with mixed feelings, I wanted to leave and be away from the danger of being injured by the aggressive nature of the men there, (I already had tissue paper between my bum cheeks as I was bleeding from my anus), but at the same time I just wanted to get high and be the centre of attraction. We drove back to Peters place, he and my sister talking, apparently even after costs, they made a fair bit of money, some on entrance fee some on party favours, my obvious thought was that I should get some of the money, after all I was one of the party favours, but they talked about splitting it three ways, my sister, Peter and Daniel. There wasn’t a party every weekend, just most from what I could gather, and so for the next three weeks there were no parties planned, however, there was different stuff to do, a few days after that party, Terri came to Peters house we spent the day together Terri showing me how to walk in high heels, one foot in front of the other moving with my upper body straight so my bum moved as my feet crossed in front of each other. We also talked about make –up tips and even such things as to how to please a man. That evening Terri stayed at Peter’s house in bed with myself and Peter and I had to practice on Peter some of the things Terri had shown me. I learnt a lot from Terri, I learnt that all the people who worked for my sister had different roles to play, for instance, Terri was a Dominant T-Gurl, meaning that he fucked as much as he got fucked, sometimes guys and sometimes girls and sometimes T-gurls. He also sometimes performed at parties and sometimes in films, all the girls and T-gurls did. He showed me some of his stuff on the net, including something I had never heard of, hypnosis videos for turning straights into sissy fags. Helen was being developed into an extreme body modified all-round whore hence her nipple stretching, she would also be getting some tattoos, I said there is nothing wrong with a few tattoos, but the ones Terri showed me on the net where pretty extreme, whole body, nipples, arsehole, also things like piercings to her cunt, lips, nose, cheeks and what seemed most extreme to me, tongue splitting, apparently it can be used to give a guy an amazing blowjob, Helen was to have hers done along with a tongue stud in each half of her tongue and then after that, anything that customers might consider and suggest. My mother on the other hand being a bit more mature at 42 was to be an all-round whore but specialising in extreme anal, anal prolapse, anal fisting, extreme dildos, etc. I was being developed into a girly gurl, I would only ever be a bottom, with one or two very few exceptions and those only in the very near future. What I thought where vitamins Terri told me where in fact Hormone replacement Therapy, that sometime in the future would see my tits grow and my penis would become smaller and my balls no longer produce sperm, I didn’t really know what to think of this, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it, I was transitioning, I was pleased with the pleasure I brought to real men. Terri did advise me to never ever piss off my sister, one of the mothers of a girl working on the street attacked Tracy, I had never heard about this, she wanted her daughter back, no longer the drug addled whore my sister turned out to fuck winos and old men. Some weeks later that mother was working alongside her daughter and also specialised in the most extreme of kinks both at parties and on film sometimes with her daughter. And of course, all of us carried HIV, needle sharing was common place and both girls and T-gurls were encouraged to not only fuck customers but to fuck them up too, anyone would think my sister was on a one person mission to infect the world. The following week, my sister and I took the train into one of the major cities, from there, we went to some kind of clinic. I already felt very conscious about how I dressed, usually stockings or tights, (pantyhose), G-string, thong or lace panties, always a micro skirt or dress, high heels and thin tops. Today was no exception and yet as I entered the clinic, no one took any notice of me, I was just another patient or customer or whatever, totally different from my journey here where some people especially women, looked at me with disgust as did some men, but others openly leered at me, even going so far as to try to look up my skirt. Not here in the clinic. My sister booked us in and we were shown to a waiting room where my sister filled out some forms, I know I would have struggled with them with my long polished fingernails. Before long we were led to another room where I was told to strip, I did so immediately, no questions, over the past few weeks I had become compliant, it was my sister who asked if I should strip totally. The woman in the white coat remarked that it just made things easier. Areas of my face where started on, with a cool gel applied and at this point I still didn’t know what was happening to me, I couldn’t see much I was wearing dark goggles, I felt like an almost tugging sensation on my skin, “What’s happening?” “Just getting all your body and facial hair removed” The treatment lasted most of the day and included under my arms, my chest, my back, my legs, my groin and of course my bum crack and hole, that was the most embarrassing as I knew the person working on me would, once they had removed my butt plug, be able to see the extent to which my bum hole was now a bois pussy in constant use. Later on in the day I was taken to another room, placed in a chair and had a female assistant told me to relax, everything would be fine, my sister held my hand and told me that I was about to have lip fillers put in, when the assistant finished, my lips felt as though I was permanently pouting, almost like they were sticking out a little from my face, my sister even before the woman left the room commented, “Wow, amazing, all the guys are going to want to fuck your pretty mouth now” I was still naked except for a hospital type gown and I was taken to a third room, given some creams and told to apply them to the areas that had been lazered, and then told to dress and come back in 4 weeks for follow up treatment. My sister told me we would in fact becoming back sooner than that, next week I was to have my make-up applied, I like make-up, I didn’t realise at first why it would be done there, why we had to travel all that way and my sister obviously noted the confusion on my face, “It will be tattooed on, eyebrows, eyeliner and lip blusher but to further enhance your lips, you will have lip blusher you can never have lips too big for sucking cock” We left the clinic and went shopping, my sister choosing the sexiest lacy and racy clothing and holding it in front of me, also getting me to try on skirts and asking the assistants what they thought, yes I was embarrassed, but at the same time I was once again the centre of attention and I loved that. We eventually left the city and got back to Peters place, and as my sister had promised, a couple of days later we were back in the city so I could have my makeup tattooed on, it was fine, it didn’t hurt except a little on my lips, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but think my lips where so big, they were just inviting to be fucked. I really didn’t look just like a girl anymore, now I looked like a whore, but when men looked at my chest and my two little bumps for tits, they would know what kind of whore I was. The funny thing was, that I wasn’t just attractive to men, the occasional woman would look at me too, not in disgust but somewhere between lust and curiosity, not very many, just one or two. Back at Peters, life went on as normal, quite boring when Peter was at work, but fun times when he was at home, lots of fucking and sucking and one night Peter even brought back two friends a married gay couple, the four of us had fun, and it got me to thinking, would Peter ever want to marry me? And if he did, would I? or even would I have a choice? How would it happen? I asked one of the guys he brought over and he said they got married in a register office, both in suits with friends there. Of course I couldn’t imagine myself in a suit anymore, obviously not gurly enough for me, but a wedding dress……………what the hell, Peter would not marry me and no one ever will, and in a wedding dress? Am I going completely nuts? The problem being I had way too much time on my hands and it left me time to think. Then, approximately a month after my first party, things changed, I fell ill, my head ached, I sweated, my glands in throat and groin came up and even as sick as I felt, Peter still insisted on using me, I hated him at that time, he didn’t much ask for blow jobs in that time but he still used my pussy a lot. I also heard from him that a few days before I got sick so did Helen, no one else seemed to get it and by that time I knew what it was, I had been checked and so had Helen and my sister took great delight in reading out our results to us when Helen was at Peters one evening, we were both Poz but, that wasn’t the end of Tracys so called great news, although I might have disagreed with her on the concept of “great news”, apparently Helen was pregnant and of course no one knew who the father was and the final bit of news, our mother was sick with the same symptoms we had had, they would wait for her results and if Poz, the three of us would be tattooed together and of course there would be the inevitable party.

Since OnlyFans and others such as Flirt4Free have come to the scene there has been an uptick in amature (not to mention very sexy) gay porn. My question for everyone here, if you were talking to someone on Grindr, A4A, Scruff, Manhunt, etc and he mentions he has an OF, F4F, etc account and is looking for guys to film with would you do it? This would assume that he accepts any and all precautions you may have (face covered/not shown, no names/fake names, etc). Note: I wasn't sure where to put this so I figured bb porn would fit, if it's in the wrong category, I apologize

I semi-recently introduced my boyfriend to this site. Now we both get off on all the debauchery and breeding people have. Wondering if anyone else has shown their significant other this site? And If so, did they love it?

Shaved pubes are not a deal breaker for me, but I love a man with a bushy crotch. There's nothing like digging your nose into a forest of pubic. It usually retains some sweat and man scent, which makes me even hungrier. What are others' thoughts on this? Shaved or bushy?

TO ALL OUR BROTHERS WHO HAVE ELECTIONS TODAY: You MUST vote, and vote for preserving our rights, our Constitution, and our Freedoms to live the lives we need/choose to live. If you think the RepubliKans will leave us alone, after continuing to attack women's rights, suppress minority voting rights, with no respectable platform of their own other than appealing to the very worst instincts of Caucasians, you are DEAD WRONG. Even if it's out of nothing more than self-preservation, every one of us MUST vote - preferably straight-ticket Democratic. Hopefully, we cast ballots to uplift the downtrodden, protect the defenseless, reinforce our Democracy, feed the hungry, house the homeless, care for our neighbors. However, even if it's only self-preservation, please exercise your right to vote.

Personally I use a small bulb douche. If I'm spending a few hours at a sauna then I'll use 3 bulbs full of water up there and repeat until it runs clear. I'll also try to eat less that day and I take psyllium husk caps daily too

goals

Seems it’s s mind thing. Let me tell you a story. I had a couple of guys who told me they want to fuck me “dry”, without lube. And more who didn’t tell me but just did. Well. It hurts. A lot. Causes bleeding. It’s just awful. The pain is there for days. But the moment he pushes in without any lube, it’s already to late to stop. So what to do? I found a solution. I put a generous fingertip of vaseline up my anus before the guy arrives. Whatever he does after, the lube is already in there. Interestingly enough, I got lots of compliments after these fucks how juicy my hole is, how good it felt. None, NONE of them has ever noticed the Vaseline but all had fun. The bottom line: 1) don’t fuck anyone without lube. It’s really painful. 2) try vaseline in his hole. You’ll love the feeling. Promised.

Sadly, the Republican won by trotting out the same old tired racism that the GOP always falls back on these days. Whether it's accusing immigrants from Mexico of being drug dealers and rapists, or shouting "Jews will not replace us!" while waving Nazi and Confederate flags, or screaming about "critical race theory", all the GOP has left is stirring up resentment by whites against everyone else. Of course, the idiot we're responding to lives in "Europe" - nothing more specific. Given that he can't seem to identify the country he's in, much less the city, I doubt he could find Virginia with a map, a GPS unit, and a billboard that says "Welcome to Virginia". I'd lay odds he's either one of the French LePen racists or someone in one of the neo-Nazi parties in eastern Europe.

I don't care either way. I sometimes shave myself depending on what situations coming on. If it is going to be a sloppy time I prefer a shave, or someone new.

Fuck yeah breed him and seed him deep!

Nice to know. Thanks.

Nice story

I took a really large load last night the fucked me good and hard blew his first load deep in my cunt then continued fucking me, he fucked me for a good hour and blew another load in me, my cunt was loose after he finished with me. My cunt was still gaping when I went to bed.

#1 - LOVE cum, love feeling a guy pulse and fill my mouth #2 - Love Cum ... oh I said that. ... The feeling of a hard cock in my mouth and my tongue feeling him #3 - Giving pleasure, being used for his release.

I won’t turn down anyone shaved, but as a naturally smooth guy I prefer bushy, natural crotches. Hell, I prefer hair everywhere. I love being able to find a random pube in my mouth hours after being with a man.

I have made a few amateur vids. Some guys find it real exciting being able to watch themselves fucking another guy anon. I have a very horny poz daddy @Doccer19677that loves to make me beg for his poz load, I find that horny as fuck. Its also horny watching it back, especially when taking a strangers load! He properly knows how to breed a faggot boi! See for yourself.. [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/profiles/taggedslut

My latest load... Taggedslut Breeding! There’s a local 26 yr old lad on Grindr who is fit as fuck. His pics show him in the gym in black t shirt, shorts and baseball cap with white nike socks. He’s clearly got a bf but it doesn’t stop him using me as his slut when he needs an anon cumdump to get off in. He’s just delivered his load and was particularly horny as he messaged me wanting me to get preloaded for him. He said he didn’t want to know who but wanted to find my cunt used, tagged as proof of use and full of cum. I quickly found a willing random who wanted to breed. It’s fucking hot knowing your taking a strangers load purely as lube. The 26 yr old waited until I confirmed I’d been bred then drove over. My hole had been left filled and plugged and that’s just how he found me. There’s no doubt I’m used as just his sleazy faggot when he needs to cheat on his bf. He unzipped his skinny ripped jeans and slapped his semi against the plug a few times. He paused to peel the jeans down his legs and he yanked the plug straight out. It must have been cum covered as he rubbed it over his now solid dick. Like me he’s a fellow popper freak so he grabbed em and placed the head of his dick at my cummy hole. He took a deep hit and pushed in. His full 8 inches filled my cunt as he treated me to a proper horny fucking. Most guys just want to get off, he was here for a work out! I moaned with pleasure and was told to, ‘shut the fuck up’! He fucked harder and deeper than he’d done before and I loved it. I was pinned to the bed as he totally creamed the strangers load inside me. Every time he was close he dropped the pace. He clearly needed to use a cumslut but was making the most of his cheating dick using my willing cunt. He took a deep hit and I knew he was ready to pump a load! I grabbed his throbbing dick with my ass muscles and his legs tensed up ready for a good hard pounding. I felt him take a deep breath and then the release. His hot cheating cum was being pumped into my creamed cunt and fuck did he shoot a hot load. He pulled out and grabbed the pen and tagged me as CUM SLUT, zipped up and left his load dribbling from my hole. Fucking horny as ever! GRINDR26.

Took load #119 for the year at a ABS glory hole Sat night,.ass pushed up to hole got bred have no idea who it was.

I'm not medically trained, only experience over the years. Yes. It's because the foreskin keeps the Cockhead from touching the clothes. A Cockhead rubbing around on fabric for years can desensitize the rim of the Cockhead, and it can take longer for the Cock to shoot it's Sperm. This is basically hearsay combined with experience, so take it with a grain or 10 of salt.

I’ve got a number of regular young guys who repeat visit for anon unloads. I guess they love the relaxed easy access with no hassle or fuss. The youngest is 19 and there are a number in there 20s. A couple have bfs and use me to unload when needs must as I’m a discrete cumdump. They also love the thrill of using a preloaded cunt to play in. It’s less about fucking and more about just being used to get off. The pics are of a 24 year old repeat breeder in my cunt! I get ordered to take it when his bf ain’t about!

We played there, tonight we are leaving hotel she joined me and my date uncut dirty cock, she was on percs and molly I watched her suck his dirty cock on chair in hotel room she was into him caller he a nigga and dirty shit, I was so turned on watching he fucked her I got to lick her while he was going in and out me and her bent over he took turns fucking me and her she sucked my juices off his cock I blew my cum in her mouth and he came inside her pussy, we were still fucked up she told us how she use to run the streets and miss the hotel life, this Halloween is off to a good start thinking about streetwalking with her this evening and onto the night

Found a smooth slim 8” vers top on Grindr that wanted to take my 9” daddy dick. He welcomed me at the door to his apartment and took me to his room past his flat mate’s room, who knew what was about to go down. Once the door was closed and the music was up he dropped to his knees and unwrapped my swelling uncut veiny 9” married cock. He rubbed his face with it before taking me into his mouth, swirling his tongue round and under my head and trying to get as deep as possible. After a few minutes I wanted a taste of his young smooth 8” so we 69’d on the bed for a while before I decided to get to work. I adjusted my position to start eating his immaculate smooth bubble ass while he continued to lap at my cock getting it slick. I spent a while swirling my tongue over and around his tight little ass lips until his hole was ready to be opened a little and wormed my strong tongue into his hole. He was moaning involuntarily so I knew he was my fucktoy now. I pulled him up so he was sitting on my face and continued to tongue fuck him for a while before I pushed him away telling him he was ready. He went face down ass pointing at the sky how I like and I positioned myself behind him, hands on his hips. I presented my blunt cockhead to his slick hole and slowly pressed it home. He almost never bottoms so he was still mad tight, so my foreskin rolled back as I gradually invaded him, my deep horny breathing accompanied by his yelping, little cries and squirming. I worked his opening for a while, not really going any deeper, helping him acclimatise to my 9”x6”, and eventually that golden moment happened where he was slick and relaxed enough that my foreskin no longer rolled back when I penetrated him. This always causes me to lose some of the self restraint I’ve been exercising and I started to plunge deeper into him, his cries and moans just encouraging me. After a while I leaned forward so my weight was on him, my legs keeping his spread while I rotated my hips to keep the rhythm going. Soon he said he wanted it missionary, so I let him flip over, took his legs over my shoulders and firmly penetrated him, drove me wild as his eyes literally rolled up into his skull as I sank deeper. He moaned he wanted it balls deep, I replied ‘are you sure?’ As I’ve been here before, and have never been able to get properly balls deep inside a guy or girl, maybe something to do with my gentle downward curve and relative inexperience I dunno. Anyway he begged for it so I started to drive it home and right enough he screamed and tried to kick me off saying it hurt and he never felt anything there before. We soon reverted to doggy after he sucked me for a while to taste his depths on my slimy cockhead, and now I started to use him, nice long firm (not rough) strokes, pulling out to get that cunt queefing and slurping (serious fetish of mine). I found a steady rhythm that was enough for him to be moaning and crying like a horny little bitch, but that wasn’t going to make me cum, so I could have just fucked like that indefinitely (which is perfect for me as I prefer the feeling before cumming, over the orgasm itself). Eventually he was begging me to cum and flood him with my married daddy spunk, so I picked up the pace and tensed my cock to bring on my orgasm, injecting him deep with a huge load. He exclaimed ‘oh fuck, oh shit!’ And it turned out he could feel each rope thudding against his walls, which was cool. Eventually I climbed off and spread his gorgeous bubble cheeks to admire his freshly fucked hole. He was gaping so much I could see right down into his ass which was cool, but the torrent of cum that flowed out of him -royally fucking his sheets- turned me on so much I wanted to jump back on but he was tapping out. Turns out we’d been at it for an hour and a half, which I guess is intense if you go from almost never bottoming to taking something above average. We keep wanting to meet again, either for me to destroy him again, or to both use a twink which I think would be really fun.

So this morning, I was woken early for some reason, showered, douched, suited and booted headed off to my office, so early arriving about 6 -20am. Noone else in; just a cleaning guy who was doing the bins, back and forth, not really paid any attention to him. He came back, chatting away, whilst I was at my desk, sorting through emails, I noticed the bulge in his sweatpants, I could not decide if he was hard or big... This guy was ugly, rough and course, he had one tooth in the top of his mouth, big ears, grey hair, bushy sticking out of his overall top. Anyway, He noticed I was staring at his bulge, he then kept arranging himself and looking at me intensly, he leaned quite close to my face and sniffed me, said he liked my aftershave, I was so fucking turned on!!! He then had his hands in his sweats and said he was going to clean the Mens toilets on the 3rd floor, so he walked out the door with a look on his face. Seriously, I was debating what to do, i found myself going upstairs to the toilets, I was boned, this bloke was just not me in daylight. Walked in, he was stood at stones, cock out wanking, I stood next to him, he grinned, I i looked at his cock, nice and girthy, I touched it, it was hot, I wanked him, felt his balls, he pushed me to the floor, told me to suck him, here I am suited on my knees sucking the cleaners dick, so horny, he told me to wank my dick whilst he fucked my throat. Moved me into the cubicle, turned me round and pulled my trousers down, he rubbed my hole wet his finger and was pushing it in, he asked me if I took it up the arse... Yes.. he slapped his wet dick on my hole, bent down and tongued me, moaning what a cunt I was, after a couple of minutes he turned me round, told me to suck him I did, he cum in my mouth, holding my head deep into his bushy pubic hair. He then pulled his sweats up, told me he had to go as he had a school gate to open.. I so wanted to be fucked by him...

My last load was inside a cumdump friend of mine who knows how I like to breed a sloppy mankunt. He texted me very early morning today, Sunday, after he had spent Saturday night collecting anonymous loads at the tubs. He texted me to say he was on his way over to offer up his still hungry hole to me. He claimed he had 7 loads in his ass but it seemed to be a lot more. After adding my load to the mix, I got down at his leaking ass lips and spent a long time felching back (and sharing with him) the gut warmed slop. One of my favorite lusts! Anybody else like felching as well?

I will be posting The White Van soon. It will be told from Andrew's point of view.

PART 4 Moa was only wearing his black dress socks when I entered the room, it was up to the middle of his calves in a sexy way. I tried not to pay too much attention to it and sat on the bed, going back to sucking his cock. "Lie down on your stomach," he said after a while. "Andrew, you sit on his back, facing me, holding on so he doesn't run away." When we were in position, Moa licked a finger and thrust it inside me. I moaned and my asshole bit his finger. It didn't take him long to realize something. “Are you a virgin?” He asked. I nodded and he laughed out loud. “I love fucking little virgin boys, they always come back to be fucked by me again. Now bite into something if you need to, and I'll start preparing you.” I nodded again and he bit my ass. He then started licking my hole and that drove me crazy, so he stuck one finger in, then two and three, I think. He put a cold gel on his cock and my ass, pointed his glans at my entry and began to force it in. I jumped, scared, and he said: "Don't let that fag get away, otherwise no A for you." Andrew forced his weight more on top of me, gripping both my arms with his hands. I felt his cock leaning against my back through his underwear and I could tell he was just as turned on as I was. If he felt horny watching me be submissive like this, the next few weeks would be good for both of us. Moa kept pushing and his head finally broke through my first barrier, tearing me apart. It burned like never before. After his cock entered me, I asked him to stop for a while, it was very thick and it hurt. But instead, he started pushing more and more of that cock inside me. We stayed in this for a long time, until every inch was inside me and I felt his balls on my ass. Moa then released the weight on me and Andrew finally released me, sitting beside us on the bed. It was such a delight to feel a male on top of my body, his breath was heavy in my neck while his cock was all jammed in my ass. "Does it feel good?", he asked. I felt my face turning red and just nodded. At that time, I remembered something of extreme importance that I had forgotten. "Are you using a condom?" I asked. "No", the geography teacher replied. "And isn't that dangerous?" “Not for me, I’m already positive and after this you will be too.” Saying this, he began to pump slowly and gradually increased his pace. What he said was making my mind spin, but it felt so good I couldn't think clearly. The mixture of pain and lust, with him grabbing me, drove me crazy. It felt like I was delusional, in another dimension, because a pleasure like that couldn't be real. He fucked my ass and spoke in my ear: “I know you're enjoying being a bitch, you AIDS whore. You will feel what it's like to be fucked by a real man.” After a while, Moa started fuck me deeper and I had my scream muffled by his hand. He pushed his fat cock inside me with a lot of force, he was destroying my cunt, my ass was hurting a lot and I just felt that massive dick going in and out. Moa's balls slapped mine violently. I was loving it and my cock was hard as iron. I reared my ass and he thrust even harder. It was wonderful to feel the weight of that male's body on mine. Moa roared above me: “Oh, what a hot neg ass. You are enjoying it, right fag? You are enjoying getting fucked and pozzed by your teacher. Moan, let’s go, ask for it, I want to hear you asking. Soon I was moaning and asking for more. “Give it to me, I want your HIV deep in my hole”, I begged. “Please, breed me, Moa”. He turned me on my side and lay down with me, parallel to me. He lifts my leg and takes more cock. He was roaring in my ear like an animal, like he was crazy. I got on all fours and Moa said he was crazy to have all that as just for him. He kind of straddled on top of me and fucked me good, kind of swaying. Then he the pace and plunged me hard. I loved feeling and hearing his balls hit me. Andrew had his hand inside his underwear and I saw him jerk off while he saw our teacher fucking me. Moa had seen this too and began to encourage the scene. "Ask for my cum up your ass", he suddenly yelled. “I'm almost there.” "Give it to me, cum inside me", I asked, embarrassed. At that, he announced he was cumming and filled my ass with jizz. I felt a few jets and his cock pulsing inside me. Andrew came soon after, completely soaking the underwear he wore. Moa then fell on top of me and lay there resting. I couldn't believe the madness I had just done. "Put on your clothes and I'll drop you off at the school door again," said the teacher. "I don't want your parents to think you're getting home late." Andrew and I got dressed and the man, only in his underwear, drove the car and left us where he had picked us up earlier. Before we left his house, he made sure to change Andrew's grades in front of us, so everything had worked out fine. After he left, I said to Andrew: "What time are we meeting tomorrow?" "I don't ever want to see you again, you disgusting fag”, he said. “What? We agreed. And you liked that, I saw how much you enjoyed, don't be a sucker.” "If you tell anyone this, I'll kill you", said him. “And I'm not friends with you anymore, I already have my A and I don't need to see that smug face of yours ever again in my life. Get out of my way, kid, otherwise you'll come home all broken. Your parents must be ashamed of you, you sick faggot. AIDS whore, you are disgusting.” I went home sad, knowing I had been used by the guy I was in love with. He never intended to be with me, he just set me up to get a good grade. He had been approaching me since the beginning of the year for that. The next day at school, the teachers turned in our exams and Moa had written down his cell phone number on mine. By the time graduation arrived, I'd already had sex with him five more times. After that, I had some blood tests done and he has indeed given me the gift. A year passed and the sadness I felt because of Andrew turned into hatred. But the geography teacher has already agreed with some friends and in the next few days the guys are going to take Andrew to a shed and rape him. He's going to be blindfolded and we're both going to fuck his ass and put some bugs inside him. My old friend will finally get what he deserves. To find out how this story continues, go to the one called “The White Van”

For me it's all about the top and how good they fuck. Some tops it's like, please just finish, with others it's wishing it could go on for ever.

Thanks guys. I was inspired yesterday to write this after I “played the tapes back from the beginning.” As I generally have “Positive”* on my profile, I always wonder if people look at that when they decide to spread open for my poz spunk. I considered the various outcomes if I relied on only web profile disclosure, if I bred this hot early 20something who only has only “Negative” on his BBRTS. This is a likely scenario. I probably will disclose again to him; as I have a medium viral load around 50,000cp/mL. I will usually also just flat out ask if they are bugchasing. I also like to practice writing. A piece like this I bet has been done, but its rare. The postscript was trying to imitate BBRTS Messaging; the way they thread messages is not conducive to storylines, itd have given the ending away. *(or Poz+Hepx whenever I catch a nice strain)

I got my last few loads from a 62 year old man who I met on the website “sniffies”. I asked For an old man with an uncut huge soft dick with super low hanging balls. Phil answered me and we met outside of the Copley Plaza Hotel in Boston. We said hi and Phil told me that he lived so close and I followed him to his place. His tiny apartment didn’t matter because as soon as we entered our clothes we’re off, he threw me on the bed, held my legs up, I started to suck his thick foreskin and cock pulling on his balls while Phil ate out my butt hole. Phil said he will get a little hard but not much which I answered that like I told him I love huge soft dicks. Phil said he was going to shoot soon in my mouth and he poured a huge thick load in my mouth which I swallowed it all. Phil then reached over and got some lube and greased up my hole. Getting between my legs, telling me to pull my ass cheeks apart, he squeezed his cock and started to force his dick head into my hole. Phil got the head in and squeezed more of the shaft and slowly worked the whole dick up inside of me. I was saying that I loved the way it felt and he could keep it up there all night long and I wanted all his loads up inside of my “cunt”. Phil started to pull out about halfway, then squeezed his base of his dick and pushed back all the way in. He repeated this a bunch of times and I was saying that I could feel his cock getting a little longer, harder and thicker, just laughed and said that he was ready to fuck me for the whole night. Well that’s what Phil did, he would fuck me, shoot, then fuck me, shoot, then fuck me , shoot, etc… he shot 5 times up my cunt to the point where his cum was farting out all around his cock by load 3 but he kept going telling me it is so much easier to fuck a stretched open cunt when it’s full of the best lube that Is made, sperm. I would keep reaching under his legs and would pull his balls over him so they were on top of my stomach. Phil and I all this time were sucking mouths like crazy. After #5 Phil rolled off of me, then I just started to pour out all of his loads…I couldn’t stop. Phil said he didn’t care. We stayed like that for a while then we showered together and as we were walking to the shower I was farting out his cum, thank God he had hard wood floors. Phil said that we should make a date for next weekend, how about Friday night then we could spend lots of time together and maybe after a while he would have a couple of his “old” friends join us because he knew that I would love them and they would love me. I told him Friday it was. I met Phil on 9/4th and I am so excited about this Friday, 9/10! How many loads this time?

Your viral load is typical of the acute phase of infection that lasts 3-4 weeks. This is followed by seroconversion which will most likely include several weeks of flu-like illness. A lot of patients are hospitalized in this phase. But it goes away eventually and the VL tapers off to tens of thousands range. I am not a doctor but I have heard from a lot of HIV positive men. Your case is surprising to me because your VL is so high even several months after infection. Your CD4 count is rather low, given the short timeframe of your infection. It would often take 2 years for CD4 to go down below 500. This number 500 is important because scientists say - if you start treatment before your CD4 drops below 500 (some papers use 350 instead of 500), you have a better chance at functional cure. Also, higher CD4 means the size of your HIV reservoir is small. ART will stop the virus from replicating but the reservoir will stay. There are some very promising clinical trials that show the viral reservoir can be shrunk but it's still several years from now. Google "kick and kill hiv" if you want to learn more. There's a worrisome (but very unlikely) chance that you could have gotten HIV much earlier and the virus has started to beat your immune system. Regardless of what is the reason behind your VL, you have an excellent CD4 (almost 500) to begin treatment and, when/if a functional cure comes, be at a promising position to get cured. If you do not drink and smoke and eat+live healthy, your life expectancy should be the same as a non-HIV positive peer. If you wait more, your CD4 will go down and the resulting larger HIV reservoir will be a pain in the ass. I am sure you are aware of opportunistic infections like PCP that can kill people. If you visit a doctor now and start ART, your VL will go down very fast. CD4 will increase eventually but it may take a few years. Almost everyone becomes undetectable in 6 months. Once you have undetectable VL for 6 months, you cannot pass HIV through sex. Won't that be fun?

CH4 Alec had been taking loads for a week now from the twins and Kanan, still unaffected by the bug. He lies in his room fingering himself, wondering just how he'd finally get gifted the bug. He wanted it, the thought alone made him wet. He kept fucking his ass with his fingers until he came all over the bed, lying face down, moaning softly as he pulls his fingers out. Alec hears his phone ding, and he looks to it, he got a text from Giralt saying "Im back". He smiled widely, maybe this would finally be his chance. "Welcome back" He texted back, he then takes a photo of his ass. "Miss me?" He then gets a response. "Oh you know I did, Im coming up now." Giralt then opens the door to Alec's room, being greeted by the sight of a little sissy boy in heat. "I wasnt able to get pozzed yet, Ive been trying my best." Alec tells Giralt. Giralt chuckles and walks towards him, taking something out of his bag. "Well, your immune system is strong, maybe you just need me to not hold back anymore~" He takes off his pants, exposing his monster cock, and thrusts it into Alec. Alec yelps and moans loudly as Giralt brutally butt fucked him. To the both of them, this was no longer about pleasure, it was about breeding, and Giralt was certain that tomorrow Alec would wake up pozzed. Giralt kept thrusting deeper and harder, and Alec loved every moment of it. The little slut even enjoyed it when the thrusting was so intense that he started to bleed. Eventually Giralt dumps his first load into Alec, filling him up. Alec pants and looks up to Giralt smirking. "Is that all you got old timer?" Giralt chuckles. "Watch your mouth, I'm only 35." He then pulls out, looking at Alec's loose hole. "Well now I guess its time for my secret weapon." He takes out a little glass jar. "While I was away, I kept jerking off into this jar, sleeping with the occasional poz guy to make sure my viral counts were extra high. I also made sure to get toxic cum from Kanan, Josh and John. And now an entire week of highly toxic cum from three men is gonna be put inside you. Are you sure you want-" Giralt was cut off by Alec leaning up to kiss him. "I want it" he said as he pulls away. "I wanna stay with all of you forever, so make me yours" Giralt smirks and spreads out Alec's hole, slowly dumping all the cum into him. Alec moans from the feeling of all that sticky cum entering him, sticking to the walls of his ass that were bleeding still. This was it, this was the moment Alec was feeling himself get impregnated by the bug, from the four men he loved the most. His greedy ass easily soaks up all the cum given to it. Eventually the deed was done, but just to make sure their new breeding bitch was pregnant, Giralt called the rest of the boys into the room. Once all together, they began to fuck Alec's loose little hole, taking turn after turn pumping hot seed into him. They also fucked his pretty little mouth, cumming bucket loads down his throat. Alec could practically feel the cum swimming around in his stomach. Eventually they spread out Alec's hole and they all jerked off into it, filling him with the loads of all four men as once. Half way through this, they decided to let Alec have a break, cuddling up next to the exhausted sissy boy. Alec felt like he was in heaven, being cuddled by four muscular hunks all at once. Alec took a nap for a little while. An hour later they were back to it again, fucking the shit out of the little slut. Alec must have taken atleast 50 loads not including the loads from the jar. Eventually they all had to stop for the bed frame's sake. So they ended it off by filling Alec's ass full of piss and their final loads before plugging it up, and also pissing into his mouth which he gratefully swallowed. They then made Alec lick their shafts and balls clean before they all lied down together to fall asleep after this rough day of breeding. The next morning.... Alec opens his eyes, as he went to sit up, he was suddenly hit with something. He felt awful, his body felt like it was on fire, and that he was going to throw up at any second. He realized that he has finally done it, he's finally poz.