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After stopping for dinner I got back on the road, the cold air of the valley lengthened the crack made by the rock that hit my windshield earlier that afternoon. I drove for about 15 more minutes before another rock hit my windshield causing it to practically shatter in place, it was tough to see, and too cold to stick my head out the window so I pulled over and called AAA. They were able to get a hold of a local tow service but even still it'd be an hour or more until I could get service. I fell asleep in the drivers seat and it was pitch black other than the cars driving by. I was awoken by a knock on my window. I got out of my car and was greeted by a large man. He was very nice and hooked my car up before helping me up into his cabin. It was a quiet ride to a garage where he parked and said, "Look AAA pays me to bring the car to the garage but you're on your own for a ride elsewhere and for a stay. Rental car joints won't be open until tomorrow morning." "Well that sucks, Is there a place to stay around here?" I asked. "Well, you kinda have a choice." He said while working. "Ok?" "You Uber across the valley to Bakersfield and find a hotel." "Or?" "You stay with my partner and I" He smiled and slapped his hands on his pants. "That sounds a lot better than waiting for an Uber and paying for a janky hotel, Let me grab my bag." I said and threw my go bag over my shoulder. "Smart boy" He said helping me into his cabin again, "But there will be payment." It felt like forever until we arrived at a pretty humble place in the middle of nowhere. I was a combination of horny and worried. I've been fucked by strangers before, even gone into homes I didn't know, but usually people knew where I was and I knew what I was going there for. "We got company tonight William" The driver, Rob, said as he entered his house. "Where did you- Oh hello", William said as he entered the room and saw me. He immediately started to eye me up and down and started to ask me questions, name, where am I from, and in between talking to Rob like I wasn't even there. "I love your job Robert, What happened to his car, etc." "Sounds like you had a rough night, go clean up." I went to the bathroom with the go bag, I cleaned myself out and showered. When I got out of the shower, my clothes weren't on the floor by the bag. I figured that there would be fun tonight, so instead of wrapping myself in the towel, I dried myself off and exited the bathroom naked, with only my chastity device. "Oh your poor cock, we can take care of that if you want sweetie" Willam said covering his mouth with his finger tips and staring at the device. "No, I'm good, thanks though." I answered. "You enjoy being locked up?" he asked. "I just get more out of submitting, thats all." "Have you ever been locked up?" "Tied down, yeah, but not locked." "Thats good enough for us" he said leaving the room. Rob entered the room out of the shower with just a towel on, He looked just as I'd imagined, big belly, strong arms and tons of hair. He smirked and made a comment about how he knew I was a bitch, and sat on the couch in his towel, then undid his towel. His cock was soft, and looked small, but there was also a lot of hair. I'm used to the clean cut men of Weho and 10inchscorpions high ticket crew. "Willam is just preparing the room, but we can get started," he patted the couch next to him. I sat next to him and leaned in to go down on him, one hand rested on my back, and the other behind his head. His hand started lightly rubbing and exploring as I started to lick the tip of his cock, navigating his belly and his hair. His cock started to grow in my mouth until it was almost too big for me to reach his balls with my tongue. I gave it my best, now horny as hell and very curious what was in the room Willam was in. William came out and started to explore my ass with his hands, probing and seemed to be checking my clean up job. He spread my cheeks and dove in, tonguing my hole causing me to clench in surprise. His finger pushed his saliva into me and he continued to lube me up with his spit. "This one came prepared Rob," Willam said taking a breather, "His ass is delicious." Rob grunted to acknowledge him, slapped my face full of his cock and said, "he just gave you a compliment trucker bait" I lifted my head and thanked William and then added, "It's Straightbait". "The fuck?" Rob said pulling me fully off his cock and spitting in my mouth. "The fuck you mean." His spit was surprisingly clean and not fowl like I've had before. "On porn websites, I'm Straightbait" "That sounds like our night got a lot more interesting." Rob said, turning on the large screen TV across the room, then reached over me to grab the bluetooth keyboard. He pulled up my videos and after a quick search, clicked on one of my gang bangs. He pulled me off his cock, and lifted me up by the throat. My hole was wet and cold, his cock was wet and ready. He placed me down on his cock, facing him, William was behind me, guiding his cock into my ass. Not the biggest by far that I've had but my hole was happy to be filled again. He hugged me close, my head on one side of his. William walked around the couch and shoved his cock in my mouth standing behind the couch and rob who was slowly moving his cock in and out. My chastity device was pressing into his stomach and seemed uncomfortable for the both of us. Rob grabbed my hair and pulled me off Willams cock. Grabbed me by the throat, clasping both hands on either side of my neck and lifted me, choking me, airborne and walked with me like a rag doll to a dark room. He placed me on my feet, the floor was cold, and I could feel it's roughness. A light turned on over a torn up car and Rob went to the wall, grabbing bolt cutters off a rack. "that thing comes off, But you're still not cumming slut," rob said. He used the bolt cutters to tap my inner thighs making me spread my legs. He placed it on the small lock and snipped it off. Grabbed my whole cock and device and painfully pulled it off me. He then twisted my arm behind my back and bent me over like a prisoner unable to see where I was being taken. We walked to a room where he pushed me into a sling, grabbed my ankles and locked them to the chains on either side. "What were you on in the gangbang, meth?" "no" I answered. "GHB? What was it slut" he said gripping my balls. "Xanax if anything." I answered. "If anything?" he said pulling me by my balls. "I just like poppers and I'm good" "Well no shit, thats impressive" Another TV turned on to our right. William picked another video. "Hey Rob, Did you notice his ass?" "What about it?" he said shoving a thumb into me, a nail scratching on it's way in. "He looks like one of Michaels." William said choosing a 10inchscorpion video. "No fucking way, Mikey?" Rob asked. "You know a boy by the name 10inchscorpion?" "Yes sir, I've met Michael." I said, my head back, enduring the assault on my hole. "You've met him!? he let you see him?" "Yes sir." "Damn you must be special, or a damn good fuck." Rob said pulling his fingers out, then slapped my ass. "You, you guys know him?" I asked. "Know him? HA, we pozzed him little one, Little Mikey is all grown up." Rob spit on his cock and pressed it into my ass again, starting what was going to be a long night.

He was a 18 year old virgin. I was a OTR trucker for 18 years and a member of several gay apps. One day I was on a back road and got a text from a young black boy wanting to chat. We chatted for awhile and he explained he was a virgin living in a tiny town I was passing through. During our chat he said he was 17 and wanted to be fucked and lose his virginity. I told him I could help but had to wait till he was 18. His birth day was a month away and he was still in high school. We chatted off and on over the month and he kept sending me nude pics. A few days after his birthday I was passing his tiny one store town in the middle of the night. He begged me to stop. He would sneak out of his moms house and meet me at the small store. At about midnight I heard a knock on my door. Pulling back the curtain I saw a you man standing there in a t shirts and gym shorts. I let him in and closed the curtain. He was very hot and sexy. Wile standing by the bunk I pulled him in close and we kissed passionately pushing my tongue in his mouth. He began to tremble as I pulled his shirt over his head. I pinched and sucked his nipples making the hard as a rock. So far not a word was spoke as I set on edge of my bed. I looked into his eyes and asked if he was ready to shed his virginity to a dirty old man. He begged me to fuck him. I ran hand over his crotch filling his hard 8 inch cock under his shorts. He shuttered at my touch. I lowered his shorts to find he was not wearing underwear and his cock flopped out pointing straight out. It was very sexy and I couldn't stuff it down my throat fast enough.. God I thought I was in heaven having a 18 year old virgin begging to be used. I made him undress me slowly. Making sure he explored every inch of my body. I laud him on my bed then I laid on top using my full weight to pin him down and I forced my tongue in his mouth. He was panting so hard I thought he might cum. I couldn't have that cum go to waist so I licked my way to his cock and slid it into my mouth. With a few strokes I could tell by his gyrating he was about to cum. Soon he was exploding in my mouth. His load was very sweet and I gulped it down with delight. He played there panting as I stroked his cock. I told him we were far from done as I rolled over on top again and forced my cock in his mouth. Your my dirty little cum bitch and I'm gonna fuck your mouth. I then thrust my cock all the way in balls deep making him gag. He tried to get away from my cock but I squeezed my legs around his head holding him there. Not giving him a break I fuck his mouth hard deep and fast till I exploded and without missing a beat he swallowed every drop. We played there a bit regaining our strength as I stroked his cock till it was hard again. I to was rock hard and we rubbed cocks as we kissed. I told him we were gonna fuck and breed BB. This excited him as he was trembling at my touch. I told him he was to fuck me first as I was saving him for last. His 8 inch cock looked so hot I needed I side me badly. I had him get behind me and rub his cock around my ass .. I told him he was to plunge his cock in hard fast and deep in one thrust. The sharp pain was awesome as he pushed into me. He then fucked me slow and deep filling his balls slapping my ass. It was so hot being his first ass to fuck I was bouncing against his trying to get more of him in me. Soon I could feel his cock pulsing as he fills me with his sweet nectar. He collapsed on my back and I waited till he was soft to move. His cum was dripping from my ass as I rolled over and told him to get on top. Since I was his first to enter him I let him have control as he spread his ass and lowered himself on my extremely hard cock. He moaned loudly as he impaled himself and began to rock getting more and more of my cock in him. Soon he was bouncing like a cheap whore needing more and more. I couldn't hold out long knowing I had a virgin to breed and I exploded again. We snuggled awhile before he said he had to hit home before his mom woke up. Then begged to run away with me on my truck. Taking his virginity completely was the hottest sex I have experienced.

Part 19 - Lakeside Buttock Whipping Francis ran down the stairs doing up his uniform, he was on breakfast duty and certainly should not have drunk so much at the dinner party. He knew Lipscombe would be there ready to berate him again as soon as he entered the large kitchen. At 23 Francis had been a footman for 1 year and only recently had he been promoted from assistant footman to footman, he was a sturdy athletic build with ample muscle and stood six feet with blond hair and weirdly brown eyes. As a keen fitness fanatic he was often found swimming in the pool or running around the estate when not on duty. Being gay he was quite open about his sexuality and had chased Jackson around the palace trying to get him in bed, having given up chasing him, Jackson was the one who got worried and started chasing Francis who in turn played hard to get teaching Jackson a lesson. Francis rushed in to the kitchen only two minutes late and Lipscombe was already standing there looking at his watch before he started barking angrily at Francis for being late. The months that passed since he started he had liked Lipscombe but he soon found out he was obnoxious and not very friendly leading to Francis taking a dislike to him. He nodded and kept his mouth shut knowing Lipscombe would get over it in a few minutes and be all nice to him again. He busied himself in the family dining room preparing the table and putting the coffee pots down just as the king and queen walked in dead on 8am for breakfast. Usual courtesy prevailed when they entered the room and Francis bowed addressing them both by their royal titles, from now he could refer to them as sir and mam in the less formal manner. Alex sat on the edge of his bed feeling worse for wear sipping his coffee that Artem would still deliver without fail. Feeling a bit more human he grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt then looked out of the window, it was a beautiful September day and he decided that after lunch he would go for a ride down to the lake and sit there peacefully for a few hours with a book to read and swim. Alex rubbed the sore spot on his thigh and glanced down at it, the redness looked even brighter this morning and he chuckled away to himself at the reminder. His father was busy for the next two days and had promised at the weekend they would go riding and swimming in the morning before the Greenacres country fayre. Alex had forgot all about this event which was held in the expansive grounds to the front of the palace where the locals were invited to a traditional harvest fair full of cakes, jams and other artisan products all locally made, it was a very popular annual event. People from all the surrounding villages and nearby town of Kinshale would descend on the palace and a chance to meet and talk to the royal family. Alex wandered through the palace towards the dining room he noticed that the marquees were already being erected along with the stalls. Suddenly his mouth watered remembering that one stall holder made the most amazing apricot jam, racking his brains as he walked trying to remember the ladies name and her teenage son that always accompanied her. The footman bowed 'Good morning your royal highness' he said opening the door to the family dining room. Alex replied and smiled walking in to see his mother and father already mid way through their breakfast. Francis put down the coffee pot "Your highness good morning" he said pulling a chair out for Alex. "Good morning err..." Alex said not sure of his name. "Francis" his mother said helping him out, "Good morning Alex" his mother and father said as he sat. "Sorry good morning Francis" Alex said politely paying slightly more interest in the footman. Francis smiled at him "What would like for breakfast sir?" he asked. "Oh... yoghurt and fruit oh and coffee please Francis, plenty of coffee" Alex replied. Alex discreetly watched Francis "What are your plans today Alex?" his mother asked. "Exercise in the pool then I may go riding to the lake" he replied. The queen nodded "Who is the lady that does the apricot jam?" Alex suddenly asked. His mother laughed "Goodness Alex I am not sure, she comes from Woodvale village though". "Ah yes" his father said looking up at them, "We must secure several jars of it this year". Alex looked curiously at his father "Why has she not been given a royal warrant?" he asked. The king looked at Alex "Oh, I never thought of that" he replied mulling it over. "Well we eat her jam when here, so technically she supplies the palace" Alex said. The king sat there tapping his chin "Well why don't you present her with one" he said to Alex. His mother laughed "Then the price will shoot up and you two will have to cut back on it". "No chance" the king replied laughing, "I have some warrant papers in my office Alex". "Right" Alex said looking at them both, "What do I do?" he asked. The king explained that Alex would need to obtain her proper details, complete the warrant order and then invite her to the palace to present it to her, from then she would be able to use the royal crest on the labels. Alex went with his father to quickly look over the paperwork then returned to his bedroom to change and go for a swim. Francis finished clearing breakfast away then grabbed something quick in the kitchen sitting in the kitchen staff dining room hidden from Lispcombe until tomorrow morning. After a quick change he walked through the servants corridor to the pool terrace and out in the blazing sunshine, he noticed one person in the pool busy swimming lengths and only when they turned at the far end of the pool and headed in his direction did he notice it was Prince Alexander. Unsure if he should go in the pool with a member of the royal family he was about to leave when Alex spoke. "You going already, you haven't even swam yet?" Alex called out to him. Francis turned "Apologies I didn't know you was going to be here" he replied bowing his head. "Don't be silly you know you can use the pool" Alex said swimming around in circles. Francis smiled and took off his shirt and shorts laying them on the sunbed "Thanks err..." "Alex" Alex said, "You can call me Alex" he said kindly. "Alex" Francis said smiling again, Alex though was preoccupied by his fine athletic build. Suddenly he noticed the red welts on this thigh "That looks like it hurts" Alex said. Francis blushed and looked down at his thigh "No it is okay, just a little accident" he said. Alex chuckled looking him in the eyes "Looks like a mark from a riding crop" he said. "Really!" Francis replied in shock and going even redder in the face. Alex swam over to the side and hoisted himself out of the pool "I should know I got one as well". Alex showed Francis his red mark from the riding crop "How did you get that?" Francis asked. Alex got back in the pool "Probably the same way you got yours" he replied smirking. Francis dived in and surfaced close to Alex "I was playing horsey" he said cryptically. Alex giggled and floated on his back "You mean you was getting ridden like a horse" he said. Francis swam closer "Did you make a lot of noise, is that why you got whipped?" Francis asked. Alex smiled "Not really I think he just wanted to break me in" he replied flipping on to his front. "I think he seduced and took advantage of me" Alex said then burst out laughing. Francis chuckled "It was his voice and looks that made me crumble at the knees" he said. Alex dived under the water then surfaced looking at Francis "Our secret?" he asked. "Totally" Francis replied nodding, "I don't want people knowing the stable hand had me". Alex nodded slowly "So it was you I caught tied to the saddle rack then?" he asked. Francis winked "That was one of many positions he got me in to" he said smirking happily. Alex laughed "Come on swim with me" he said swimming off. Francis swam after the prince easily catching him up then they both slowed down in to a steady swim chatting away like old friends. Alex loved learning all about Francis as they swam up and down the pool enjoying the late summer weather now the humidity had dropped a little. Alex coming to a stop after realising he had done over twenty laps and needed to catch his breath and rest his limbs. Francis swam two more then stopped by Alex just as Artem and Liam appeared dressed for a day of sunbathing and carrying lotion and water. "Well look who it is Liam" Artem said putting his things down on a sunbed. Alex glanced at Francis and smirked "Haven't seen you like that since Mauritius" he said to Liam. "Dam that is one fit guy" Francis said quietly with his mouth opening watching Liam. Liam glanced over "I can hear you Francis" he said smiling, "How is your head?" he asked. "Fine" Francis replied, "Tired and 2 minutes late for work and got a bollocking off Lipscombe". "Was you trying to get him drunk Liam?" Alex asked grinning at him. Liam stuck two fingers up at Alex "Thick as thieves these two" Alex said to Francis. Francis chuckled "Reckon they are doing it on the quiet" he said quite loudly. "Two straight men trying to bonk each other" Alex replied laughing hard and bumping Francis. "Ignore them Artem" Liam said, "They are jealous they don't look as hot as us" he said. "Definitely in love with each other" Francis said and Artem stood there shaking his head smiling. "Good thing I like you Francis or there would be hell to pay" Liam said with Artem agreeing. Liam and Artem dived in to the pool whilst Liam went off swimming Artem stood there giving back to Alex and Francis until two more household staff arrived to sunbathe. Peace eventually ensued as they relaxed. Francis disappeared just after lunch for a run and Alex headed off to the stable with a book where Gary prepped his horse, Alex had a good look around but Marty was no where to be seen. Heading off he took a gentle ride across the estate then down through the dell to the lake side where he sat on the bank reading his book. The humidity of the late summer rose sharply in the afternoon and Alex checked no one was around before stripping naked then going off the small jetty diving in to the lake. The cool water refreshing his body instantly and felt amazing, then from the corner of his eye he spotted movement and turned in the direction. There was Francis wearing a baseball cap, shorts and trainers running around the banks of the lake in his direction. Even from this distance he would see the glistening sweat shining off his body in the sunlight. Alex waved and Francis turned his head and waved back still running until he reached the jetty close to Alex. He took a swig from his water bottle and stripped off then ran along the jetty and dived in to the cold water. "Man I needed that" Francis said surfacing and sighing in pleasure. "How far did you run?" Alex asked swimming towards him. Francis dipped his head under the water again "About 5 miles" he replied, "So humid again". "Gentle swim?" Alex suggested and Francis nodded. "You are so like your brother, except he doesn't get horse whipped by the stable hand" Francis said. Alex burst out laughing "In what way are we alike?" he asked curiously. "Prince Alden is nice and always chats, just like you, but you are more chilled" Francis replied. Francis stopped "So what is it like having Artem and Liam around all the time?" he asked. Alex stopped and looked at him "We have a very trusting relationship" he said. "They treat me normally when in private" Alex added, "No formality if you get my meaning". "Yes" Francis said, "Is it nice to have that bit of normality then?" he asked. Alex nodded and swam a little more, unknown to them both Marty had ridden down the dell on Brandy and spotted Alex and Francis swimming in the lake, the opportunity was to good to pass he thought dismounting quietly and walking along the jetty. "You two comparing notes?" Marty called out taking them both by surprise. Alex waded forward "Now why would be comparing notes?" he asked pretending he didn't know. Marty laughed "Barn 5pm and I will tie you both to the saddle rack" he said arrogantly. Francis edged forward "No riding crop" he whispered to Alex. Alex smiled "How about we get out and take advantage of you right now" he said moving forward. "By the time you get out I will take your clothes and ride off" Marty replied confidently. "Both of you" he added, "Leave you naked by the lake" Marty said in his deep voice. Alex and Francis looked at each other both of them figuring it would probably be best not to cross Marty otherwise they would suffer the consequences. Marty instead sat on the end of the jetty watching the prince and footman swimming around until they had finished and climbed out. Marty walked back to Brandy and collected his riding crop and strode over to them both indicating for them both to bend over. They both chuckled and held hands bending over hearing the swoosh of riding crop before it fell on the left buttock of Francis, he yelped with tears appearing in his eyes from the sharp sting and burning. Swoosh in the air then contacting with Alex's right buttock. Alex bit his lip but still cried out gripping Francis's hand harder before Marty told them to stand and face him. The uncontrollable need to look him in the eye and that devilish face had them both obeying instantly. Marty smirked and leaned in to kiss Francis deep making his knees buckle until he fell down, he turned to Alex and kissed him hard forcing Alex's knees to buckle and fall down next to Francis. Marty stood looking down at his two boys looking up at him, he smirked then turned around mounting Brandy and trotting off back up the dell. "How does he do that?" Francis asked still all flustered and partly confused. Alex stared at Marty ascending the dell until his disappeared "His arrogance and looks". Francis looked at Alex "Can't explain Francis, he just has it, what ever it is" Alex said. "Yeah I can see by your cock" Francis said then looked at his own, "Mine to". Alex glanced at Francis "I can't go to the barn today my thigh still hurts" he said rubbing it. Francis nodded "Takes a few days and now my arse cheek is sore" he said laughing. It was the way Francis looked at Alex making eye contact "Sort each other out?" Alex suggested. Francis smirked and quickly raised his hand putting is behind Alex's head pushing him down to his cock. He was prepared and quickly engulfed the seven inch cock in his mouth, his tongue moving the foreskin back revealing the saltiness of the precum Francis already had produced and the freshness of the lake water. Alex moaned softly feeling his hand move down his back and over his arse, one finger tracing between his cheeks until it rubbed against his hole. Francis removed his finger and laid down shuffling on his side urging Alex to move forward. His fingers gripped harder on Francis's arse as he felt the warm silkiness of the mouth taking his own cock all the way down in one movement then back up. There was no rushing as they both took their time enjoying an unhurried relaxed pace working each other, apart from Danbury munching on grass the only sound was the occasional gag, slurp and deep moan from their chests. For Alex he found Francis quiet unassumingly sexy and loved his athletic build that suited the guy down to the ground. Francis could already feel his orgasm growing at the mouth expertly working his cock, the tell tell signs of more precum and the gradual moving of his hips that started to quicken. The movements exciting Alex who was himself peaking feeling the cock starting to pulse moving faster and rapidly hitting the back of his throat, softly he moaned and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation in his own cock then pushing his hips forward holding his body still. The rampant strength of his ejaculation quickly fired several ribbons of cum in to Francis's mouth before even realising he was in orgasm mode, it was so sublime his body relaxed acting like it was totally natural. Francis closed his eyes as the cum flooded in to his mouth triggering his own orgasm, his leg swung over Alex's head holding his head still and firmly in place as he unleashed a hefty quantity of cum that easily filled Alex's mouth. His finger found Francis's hole and he massaged the rim of it gently, his action causing Francis to push his cock forward and his leg to tremble, Alex gagged several times trying to keep his mouth closed but his gagging caused him to splutter the cum out. Francis removed his leg and flopped on to his back sighing succinctly his hand caressing his still erect cock. Alex rolled on to his back staring up at the sky giggling softly more so to himself, Francis turned his head and glanced at the prince and seeing him like this he looked incredibly sexy. With diligence he moved his hand and touched the the bare chest of Alex, in turn he raised his own hand and entwinned his fingers with Francis. "Can I ask you a question?" Alex asked turning his head to face Francis who nodded. "Is it normal to keep wanting sex?" Alex asked, "I mean I just keep wanting it" he added. Francis smiled "I have never thought about it like that" he replied, "I suppose it is attraction". "What do you mean?" Alex asked rolling on to his side and stroking Francis's chest. "Men" Francis said, "A gay man is naturally attracted to other men and wants sex" he suggested. Francis sighed "Really I have no idea, men just turn me on when they get close" he said. Alex nodded "Yeah I get that" he said, "And I am still exploring being gay" he added. Francis rolled on to his side facing Alex "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly. Alex smiled and leaned forward until their lips touched tenderly and their mouths parted exploring each other with their kissing. It was only suppose to be a kiss but it progressed with their wrapping around each other intensifying the kissing. Rolling on top of each other in the grassy banks of the lake forgetting about the world around them. Right now it was the two of them and that was all that mattered. Alex suddenly pulled away "I am sorry" he said apologising profusely. Francis sat up "About what?" he asked looking concerned. "I like you Francis but this could get dangerous, I have no control over my emotions" he explained. Francis nodded "You mean if you develop feelings for me?" he asked, "Footman and prince". Alex nodded "It could jeopardise your position in the palace" he said being concerned for him. Alex stood up "Fuck you are sexy Francis, fuck!, fuck!, fuck it!" he shouted. Francis stood grabbing Alex and kissing him again quite aggressively this time "Sexy" he said. Alex stood grinning "I understand nothing can come of us Alex" Francis said putting his shorts on. Alex started dressing "As long as you do understand, I would like to do this again with you". Francis looked up and smiled "I will be discreet" he said. "Come on" Alex said, "You can sit behind me and we ride back to the palace" he suggested. Francis looked a little uneasy "I don't know not been on one before" he said nervously. "Wear my hat, we will go slowly and hold on tight" Alex said helping Francis on to Danbury. "Shit" Francis said, "Not sure Alex. I might play with your cock" he said laughing. Alex smiled and looked over his shoulder at Francis "I don't mind if you do" he said winking. Francis kissed him on the neck "My fucking arse cheek is hurting sitting like this" he said. "Mine too" Alex said laughing. Alex guided Danbury along the shore going the long way round rather than up through the dell, chatting happily to each other non stop all the way back to the stables. Francis had his arms wrapped around Alex quite tightly who was getting an immense buzz of pleasure being close to him in this manner. After an hour of riding Danbury came to a stop by the paddock and Francis dismounted losing his footing and landing on his arse laughing loudly in the process, he admired how effortlssly Alex dismounted with perfectly then put Danbury in the paddock and the saddle over the paddock fence. Helping Francis back to his feet they both leaned on the paddock fence and watched Danbury getting a drink. "That was quite exhilarating" Francis said, "Never been on a horse before". Alex smiled as Danbury walked back towards them "Do you want me to teach you to ride?" he asked. Francis looked at Alex a little unsure at first "Actually yes, I would like that your highness". "Francis call me Alex in private and drop the protocol" Alex said glancing at him. "Thank you" Francis he replied, "If the situation was different I would love you as a friend". Alex looked at him "Don't let this stand in our way Francis, I would like you as a friend" he said. Francis chuckled "We have got one thing in common already" he said reminding Alex who laughed. "Yeah better we don't let on about that or what we did at the lake" Alex said grinning. Alex put his arm over Francis's shoulder "You going back for seconds?" Francis asked. "No" Alex said shaking his head, "We was amazing but not ready for round two with him". Alex glanced at Francis "No" Francis replied, "Let him fester a bit, I am not that easy". "Hmm" Alex said grinning again, "That's not what I discovered at the lake" he said teasingly. "Oh really!" Francis replied, "You were just as easy, probably way too easy and eager". "Fuck you!" Alex said laughing trying to get Francis in a headlock. All of sudden the two of them began play fighting and wrestling each other to the ground rolling around on the grass getting stains all over their clothes and skin. The laughter coming from both of them filled the air around the paddock. Francis got on top and rubbed Alex's face in the grass 'Eat grass' he said mockingly before Alex managed to push Francis off, his face streaked with tears laughing his head off uncontrollably as he gained the upper hand and did the same to Francis. The dowager queen arrived at the paddock on her horse and knew the laughter was her grandson, a noise she hadn't heard since he went off to military school. "Alexander!" a voice called out from a few meters away, "Are you all right?" his grandmother asked. Francis jumped up to his feet with Alex grabbing on to his leg "Your majesty" he said bowing. "Help me down if you will" the dowager queen asked summoning him. Francis quickly walked over after Alex let go of him and she dismounted "Hands are dirty" she said. "I do apologise mam" he said looking down and hearing Alex still laughing away trying to stand up. "Well?" the dowager queen asked, "Were you winning?". Francis looked up "I believe so mam" he replied uncertain what to make of this. "Word of warning, he is taking lessons from his protection officer" she said winking at him. Francis smiled "Thank you for the warning mam, I shall remember that". Alex walked up to his grandmother and bowed then kissed her on the cheek "Hi granny". "Is that all you have to say for yourself Alexander, look at you!" she said holding a smile back. Then she turned to Francis "And you, how am I suppose to look at you at breakfast tomorrow?". "Your majesty I am so sorry I didn't know you were back" Marty said rushing over to the paddock. She handed the reigns to Marty "Thank you Marty brush her down please" she said. Marty bowed and glanced at Francis and Alex "She needs mucking out as well Marty" she added. "Marty" Alex called out, "Danbury will be ready to go in soon" he said. "Yes your highness" Marty replied bowing his head with a smirk that the dowager queen noticed. "That will be all Marty" she said waving her hand dismissing him. Alex watched Marty walk off "Enjoy your ride granny?" he asked casually focusing back on her. She nodded "Yes. Nice lad that Marty, dab hand with a riding crop so I understand" she said. Alex's mouth dropped open "What do you mean granny?" he finally managed to ask. "Oh, he had a liaison with one of my footmen, tied him up to the saddle rack" she advised. Francis shifted uncomfortably "Took me by surprise when he told me" she added. Alex studied her a moment "He has mischief written all over his face" he said looking at Francis. "Indeed, but a very good stable hand never the less" she said taking her gloves off. "Well I must go and freshen up. Stay out of mischief you two" she said walking off. Francis looked at Alex "Do you think she knows?" he asked. "Oh yes" Alex replied nodding, "Why do you think she used the word mischief after I said it". "Fuck!" Francis said quietly, "Will her majesty say anything?" he asked looking a little worried. "No" Alex replied, "She is alright my grandmother, she knows you have to let your hair down". Francis laughed "What about us being friends then?" he now asked. "Yeah we are good, she didn't say no and trust me she would have" Alex replied. "Come on we should go and clean up as well" Alex suggested, "I am not done fighting you though". "Bring it on Alex" Francis replied happily, "I will be ready for you when ever". Alex scoffed and smiled "Challenge accepted!" he said as they laughed walking off. Avoiding the stable yard they both walked around the buildings back up the short pathway to the palace, their plan was to go via the pool terrace and in to the servants entrance to avoid making a mess in the palace rooms. Their idea in principal was good considering they thought no one would still be by the pool as it was getting late. Coming through the large wooden gate shielding the pool terrace they were surprised to see the majority of the household staff playing water polo, or attempting to. All eyes suddenly turned to Alex and Francis, covered in grass stains and dishevelled beyond belief a deathly silence fell and Liam swaggered across the terrace holding a plastic cup of beer that he was drinking. The staff in the pool all laughed then quickly turned back to their game. "What the fuck have you two been doing?" Liam asked quietly not to be overheard. Alex held his hand out for the cup and Liam handed it to him "We had a fight at the paddock". Francis laughed and Alex handed him the cup of beer "Dowager Queen interrupted us" Francis added. "Don't worry Liam" Alex said assuring him, "We were play fighting and Francis is my new friend". Liam grabbed his cup back before Francis finished it "No poking my prince!" he warned Francis. "Too late" Alex replied smirking, "No honestly we didn't" Alex cried out. Liam picked him up so easily then dumped him in the pool "You will pay for that!" he called out. Liam laughed loudly amused before Francis called out "Liam!" with an annoyed look. "Oh you are not immune either" Liam said wrapping his arms quickly around Francis lifting him up. "Liam no!" Francis cried out just before he was released in to the pool next to Alex. It took several minutes before every one in the pool stopped laughing and they got bored going back to their game and trying to pick up where they left off. Francis climbed out of the pool then helped Alex out, sopping wet in their clothes they went on the hunt for Liam who saw them heading in his direction and darted off inside the palace.

I had never seen it before, but as I scrolled through grindr the other day I came across an interesting profile. "Piggy +" was all it said. There was a pic of a handsome, hairy guy and a few random details. Curious (and horny), I hit him up. As I often do, I sent him two pics to show what I was looking for: the first was of a raw cock buried in my hole, the second was of my hole dripping cum afterward. He took a few minutes to respond and at first I wondered if he was interested, but in response to my pics, I received a pic of a thick uncut hog next to a 12 oz soda can. The cock was longer than the soda can, and it didn't look like it was much thinner! Turned out that he works pretty close to me, but I hadn't seen him before because he just re-joined the app after a long time away from it. We exchanged messages for a while as he was able. He finished work at 4:00 so naturally, I invited him to come by and unload when he did. He readily agreed. We chatted a while longer and agreed that I would undress and wait ass-up just inside the door to my apartment. I spent the afternoon making sure I was clean and ready to take the pounding I hoped he would give me. A few minutes after 4:00, he messaged to say he was on his way. I unlocked the door, undressed, and squirted some lube up my hole just for good measure. I had laid out a sheet on the floor of my living room, and I got down on all 4's on it to await his arrival. Footsteps in the hallway and then the doorknob turned. I heard this stranger enter my apartment. He paused; I hoped he was admiring the view of my slightly gaped hole staring back at him. After a moment I heard the familiar rustle as he shed his clothes. A finger slid effortlessly into my slicked-up pucker, then two. He slid them in and out for a bit before withdrawing them. Then I felt his tongue instead. He licked my hole, sucking on it a bit, and darting his tongue in and out almost like a lizard. It felt amazing! I didn't want this treatment to end, but soon he spoke his first words: "I need to breed this hole." Music to my ears! I heard the click of the lube cap and then a pressure on my hole. I took a few huge huffs from my brown bottle as the head of this enormous member popped inside me. Without stopping, he slid all the way in until he was balls-deep. The tip caressed my prostate over and over as he began rhythmically sliding in and out, in and out. The precum ran in rivers from my cock, soaking the sheet beneath me. It was sheer heaven! Gradually, he picked up the pace and as he did so, he grabbed my hips. Soon he was pounding me relentlessly, his body slapping against mine each time he thrust deep inside me. I clenched my hole around his shaft and felt it get harder. He was about to cum! With a moan, he began dumping his warm cum deep in my guts, his cock jerking and spasming against my still-tightened sphincter. At last the spasms subsided and he slowly withdrew. I spun around and cleaned him off with my mouth, in customary fashion. Without another word, he dressed. Headed for the door, he paused for a second and said, "The plus sign on my profile IS what you think it is." Then he was gone. I felt a chill of excitement wash over me. I grabbed a toy, a 6" dildo that I've had for years. For the next five minutes I plunged it in and out of my hole, stopping occasionally to clean the poz cum and my ass juices off before plunging it back inside me. When I had seen the "+" sign on his profile that it meant he was poz. Now that I knew, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't stop playing with myself. Eventually I jerked off, knowing that if his seed took, my load would soon be toxic too. I messaged him on grindr about an hour later. "Hot time, you're welcome anytime you need to breed an ass." His response was simply the purple, grinning devil emoji followed by a pig snout. I very much hope this becomes a regular thing.

So we had a little mini-carnival around my area. You know the kind. Sketchy rides that you try not to think about when you're on them, all the food that's fit to be fried, games nobody can actually win. And it was at said carnival I was walking around, bored, wearing my "Breeding Stock" shirt and throwing dollars at said carnival games. One of the carnies - and man, this guy was a carnie - smirked at my shirt and said "If you're just gonna advertise it, I need to drop a load." And so it was I found myself bent over in the back of a carnival tent, with a stranger's raw dick in me. Didn't take long for him to plant his seed right up inside, and I'm pretty sure his neighboring tents knew what was going on based on the looks they gave me after as I walked past. But hey, I got the load. Still didn't win a damn prize, though.

It seems rather odd to me that someone would join a site called Breeding Zone, which makes no bones about what is discussed, then clutch their pearls and reach for the smelling salts like some outraged Dowager Duchess when they read something they don’t like. I did 20 years in TV and whenever someone bleated about a show, I merely said “there are other channels and I’m assuming you don’t have one of those TV sets without an off button”. Do I like every discussion on here? Of course not. Do one or two make me uncomfortable? Yes. But press gangs aren’t roaming the streets forcing anyone to read anything. So I do what most do and skip them. This site doesn’t have to pander to every member’s whim. I hate a lot of what is in the Daily Mail. But I still buy it because I like the showbusiness coverage. I pretty much dislike what Rupert Murdoch stands for but I’ve happily worked for his companies because principles don’t pay the rent (and most writers are socialists except when it comes to money). And what do we mean by “illegal”? This site has members from across the globe. What is illegal in your country may not be in mine. There are some members on here who live in countries where it is illegal just to be gay. Do we deny them a voice? For what it’s worth, I really enjoy this site and I think the moderators do a bloody good job. It isn’t perfect - no site is - but I do find this throwing toys out of the pram rather wearisome.

Part two I was too numb with betrayal and exhaustion to react when Sam and Mark entered my motel room. Without a word Mark approached and slapped me hard knocking me off the bed. "I told you to wait at the foot of the bed on the FUCKING floor," he spat at me. "You are almost too dumb to fuck." I stared up at Mark trying to find a trace of the man I once loved in his angry face. "Did you ever love me," I asked genuinely wanting to know. "Yes," Mark answered sounding sincere but then shrugged. "At least I thought I did. Turns out its your money I love. A boy gets used to evenings out and expensive clothes." He brushed an invisible speck off the cashmere sweater I got him for his last birthday. "Don't get me wrong boyfriend, I think I could have loved you had you not been such a drag in the sack. For fucks sake who insists on condoms for two years. Do you even understand how sti's work? I mean you really are quite fuckable. When we first met I thought you looked like Ryan Reynolds but better looking, then I found out what a frigid bitch you were in bed, game over." Mark reached for Sam and gave him a kiss. "Then I met Sam and discovered we had the same problem. His ball and chain was a bigger dried up cunt than you. Sam went five years without wetting his dick in the ole pink." They both laughed and Sam grabbed my arm to haul me up. "Time to get the show on the road," he said roughly pushing my head sideways to examine where I was slapped. "Tsk, tsk," he admonished Mark noting my red skin. "Can't be damaging the merchandise." "Cheer up boyfriend," quipped Mark as he rifled through my wallet helping himself to the cash, "we're going to a party." I suppose I should have paid attention as we drove but I couldn't bring myself to care. We ended up in an unsavory district of warehouses and abandoned buildings. Without knocking we entered one of them. The hallway led us to sort of waiting area and a rat faced man in leather. He face split with an oily smile, "Is this the party favor then," he asked pointedly without a greeting. Mark pushed me forward and the rat faced man proceeded to examine me like stock. "He's a pretty one, too good for this crowd. They'll eat him alive." "Are you saying you don't want him," Marks voice was loud with irritation. "Oh I want him alright but he looks.....reluctant." He reclined putting his feet up on the table never taking his eyes off me. "I don't mind using a bit of, lets say, persuasion but we can't have the party favors putting up a fight every time one these fat slobs or vice ridden perverts wants their turn." Mark pinched my face like a child and gave it a wiggle. "Don't you worry, he will be on his best behavior. Won't you boyfriend. He understands the consequences of refusing. Tell the man you will behave." I only nodded and Mark jabbed me in the back prompting a verbal response. "I'll do what I am told," I said eyes downcast. "Good enough for me," the host said jovially hopping up to open a door. "Hand him over to Peter to get geared up. Come back for your cut when the party is over. Have fun boys," he concluded with a little wave. Peter was an obscenely obese man ludicrously attired in a leather harness and kilt. His piggy eyes sparkled as Sam explained I was one of the nights party favors and needed kitted out. We were left alone and I was glad to be away from the monsters that had turned my life upside down. Peter ordered me to undress while he selected various leather items. His hands fondled and petted every part of my body as he fitted me with harness, cuffs, shackles and collar. My skin went cold and my cock withered as he pulled on it before stuffing it in a jock. "All set," he said admiring his work. I was hoping he was done with me but it was not to be. Peter had one more preparation before the party could start. "You do understand," he pointed out," what is going to happen to you out there. I mean you will be thoroughly fucked for the next few hours." I nodded knowing that would be one of the highlights of the evening. "The question," he asked," is how do you want to start the night, specifically lube or no lube. Those pigs won't even give you the benefit of a little spit. They'll be tearing into your ass right from the start. So can you handle it?" "Can't you provide me with some lubrication," I pleaded dreading a dry fuck as much as anything I could think of. Peter grabbed his crotch. "I've got your natural lube right here, a quick lick and a poke and you'll be set to go. I cum buckets." I couldn't believe he wanted to lube me up with his own cum but what choice did I have. I agreed. Peter laboriously got down on his knees and gestured for me to bend over. I did as instructed and was immediately impaled with his snake like tongue. It was my first sober rim job and I would be lying if I refused to admit how amazing it felt. I sort of melted into Peter as he expertly lubricated my hole with spit. It was over too soon as I was lost in the best I had felt for days. Reality sparked back into my consciousness as Peters cock poked at my asshole. His fat belly rested on my back. Too his credit he went slowly being sure to smear his precum all around my hole before applying pressure. Peter's cock was proportionate to his size and he filled me completely. Grabbing me by the hips he fucked me with deep thrusts that left me gasping for breath. I felt guilty pleasure as he repeatedly scraped my prostate. I was leaking precum by the time he grunted and moaned releasing his load. Without further instructions I was led into the main room. It was scattered with couches mattresses, chairs, a fuck bench and two slings. I wasn't ignorant, I had seen porn before but of course had never been anywhere near such a place. My blood turned cold as I watched another party favor being strapped over the fuck bench. He seemed thrilled to get into position. Who the fuck were these people? I was led to a sling. The leather felt startlingly cold on my bare skin. A masked handler slipped the straps around my ankles and another around my midsection cinching it tightly. As he was finishing Mark approached the sling with a malicious grin on his handsome face. "How ya doin' boyfriend?" he asked without expecting an answer. I refused to look at him. To my surprise he leaned down for a kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and his stubble sent an involuntary shudder to my loins. Mark's kisses were expert. "I do love to see you in leather," he purred pulling on various straps. He looked me over admiring the scene. "I will be around to witness the gangbang," he viscously tweaked a nipple causing me to buck but of course stayed bound in the leather restraints. "And I will be donating a load or two. I haven't had enough of your ass.....yet." With a slap that sent pain exploding through my temples he walked off. I knew at that moment that no matter the consequences I could not live with Mark as the master of my future and that I would have to take extreme measures. Namely making a phone call to the one person I swore I would never speak to again. But that would have to wait. I had an evening carnality to endure. My dark thoughts were interrupted by a shadow crossing the dim light around me. A face came into view, one I should recognize but could not place. "Hey buddy." He smiled and then I remembered, it was Roger, Mark and Sam's drug dealer. "That Mark is such a prick. If he wasn't such a hot lay I'd tell him to fuck off. Plus he throws a lot of business my way," he trailed off, "so there you go." I examined Roger as he sort of petted and fumbled at me. He was rather plain looking but with a sweet smile and, I could not help but notice, a tight slim body, lightly muscled. My memories of him were confused with the images of him fucking me and my drug enhanced reality of the experience. "Say, this is going to be a long night for you." He looked around covertly. "There could be 40 maybe up to 60 guys here tonight all wanting a piece of the new meat. The more loads you take the more they are going to want a go at your hole." Simon adjusted his crotch. Obviously the thought of my being gangbanged was making him hard. "Its going to be hot as fuck but maybe not so much for you seeing how new you are to the scene. I could help with that." He pulled a syringe from his pocket. "I know you got a raw deal in all this but a shot of this will make your evening go way smoother, hell you might even enjoy it." He waggled the drug filled needle. "I'll even sneak back to top you off later to make sure you are still up in the clouds." He grinned that evil grin of his, it was sexy despite its origin. His hands never quit moving and eventually his fingers found their way to my hole. He slid in. The load I had already taken slicking up his digits. He removed them and took a taste. "I see Peter already had his way with you." I nodded. "I bet he used that old line about no lube in the play area." Again I nodded. Roger laughed, "Peter likes to be first and its not a bad deal, he cums a torrent. So what's it going to be rich boy, you want to fuck in the stars or down here in the gutter?" Again in felt there was no choice but to take him up on his offer. Roger quickly tied my arm and administered the drug. I watched his face as a rapture overtook his features while the liquid mixed with my blood. He loved his work. I was surprised by my the sudden need to cough and an odd metallic taste at the back of my throat. It was quickly surpassed by the euphoria that cascaded through my body. Roger smiled down at me and winked. "See you around stud, I'll be back for some of that well used hole." I was lost in my own hazy world as the drug turned the sensations of being bound in a leather sling to an erotic foreplay of the evenings events. I barely noticed at first as men surrounded me but of course came back to a reality of sorts as a fat cock entered my hole. A big bearded man glared down at me as he savagely skewered me. It felt amazing and I gasped out a thank you to Roger and the man who was fucking me. How had I ever lived without this? In the back of my mind I knew it was the drug making me feel that way but fuck me I had never experienced such intense and pleasurable sex. I begged for more and was not disappointed as top after top helped themselves to my bound ass. Both Mark and Sam made an appearance and Mark was none too pleased when he found me high on drugs and sex begging to be bred. He expected a bruised and broken man enduring the torments of a gangbang but Roger had derailed that plan. Sam happily ate my ass before plugging me with his beer can of a cock. "Damn boy, you really changed your tune. Fuck you are slick." His fucking pace quickened and he quickly added to my load count. Mark on the other hand couldn't get his cock hard enough to have a go. He got off on my pain and that was not happening. Mark stomped off to go watch one of the party favors being flogged on a St. Andrew's cross. There was a lull in the action and Roger approached sliding his rampant cock into my well used hole. "Having fun," he asked gently fucking me. I grinned and nodded. "I knew you would. That's some good shit running through your veins." He gave a look a round before producing another needle, from where I couldn't not tell. He was buck ass naked. "This next round," he explained, "Is going to be rough so I got a little extra something for you." With a deftness that defied belief he injected me again without interrupting his fuck. A gentle moan escaped his lips as he unloaded, flushing my already well lubed hole with his nut. He kissed me then, very tenderly. "You are being a good sport. You and I could have a lot of fun together." And then he was gone. The short interlude made me forget to question his remark about the next round being rough. I did not have long to wait nor did I care when I found out as the new round of pharmaceuticals raged through my system. I was ready. A furry muscle man hefted a duffle bag and dropped it at my feet. From it he pulled black dildos of various sizes. I could see little of the process as my mouth was continually filled with cock. I couldn't get enough and neither could my hole as the muscle man proceeded to work over my hole with silicone cocks. It was a whole new level of sexual awareness as my hole was stretched ever wider to accommodate the girth of the dildos. When the size became more and more difficult they would give me a break that consisted of poppers and real cock. I had no complaints. Sam came by to drop off another load but saw no more of Mark. Roger hovered in the background to swoop in for a quick poke and a kiss. Roger was there when I took my first fist. It was not the muscle man whose huge mitts would have torn me apart. Another man with smaller hands enthusiastically fucked my hole with his fist. I thrashed in my leather bindings trying to buck and grind myself harder on his fist. The man knew what he was doing. My orgasm started to build and build. When I came the crashing crescendo blasted cum out my untouched cock spattering anyone within spitting distance with my jizz. I was spent but the show only spurred the men on to greater fuckery as they cheered each other on to fuck and breed my sloppy cum drenched hole. They lasted longer than I having passed out at some point. Roger woke me up with gentle slaps and proceeded to undo the bindings. I could barely stand as he helped out of the sling. Roger helped me to dress and walked me back into presence of the rat faced man where Mark and Sam also waited. Mark and Sam were paid for my services with a fat roll of bills. Mark looked me over with disgust. As disoriented as I was I let my indifference to his feelings be known. To Roger he said, "Get that slut cleaned up and back to the house. He has to be to work in the morning." I let them depart without comment and Roger steered me out the door behind them. I needed a bath and I had a phone call to make.

Rob was at the dinner table with his husband Greg discussing the first day of his professorship at his alma mater. Rob had been a successful IT leader founding and ultimately selling his firm for a substantial amount of money and now with no monetary needs he was open to pursuing two objectives. Establish a competency within the school’s computer science program for real world IT scenarios (not the theory he learned) and to take advantage of the target rich environment of socially awkward computer science students and convert them to not only bareback sex but ensure each one was highly toxic when they were done. Greg and Rob had been married for two years and both were highly toxic and enjoyed breeding & converting as many men as possible. Rob realized how target rich an environment going back to his alma mater and being able to take advantage of so many naïve nerdy college students. Greg suggested to Rob an idea that took hold of focusing on the students who wanted to be his teaching assistants first figuring as a TA, it wouldn’t look wrong if those students came over to their home and if anything would be expected for a TA to spend time with his professor grading papers and setting up lesson plans. The benefit of Rob’s success is that his home while right off campus had a pool and he had spent well to build a very purpose built out finished basement that was soundproof and could be best describes as a purpose built sex chamber. Rob had a small section of five students who were taking his graduate level class and these students would double as his teaching assistants for his undergrad classes. Greg started licking his lips thinking about the fresh meat they could and would be corrupting. Rob who had a nice 8” cock would only bottom for someone who was bigger and/or thicker which Greg was with his 9.5” cock and when he saw Greg’s hardon he jumped on his cock to be bred by his cock to relieve stress before his first day of classes. Rob has said to Greg he was saving his loads for the first TA that needed his tutoring/assistance and expected it would be very soon that chance would arise. To be continued

The black guy laughed and said “don’t you wanna know the name of the guy who got you pregnant?”. I blushed and said “yes sir”. He told me it was Benny. He went across and walked out the door to the dungeon – after a few minutes he came back taking the arm of an infirm stick thin old man. “Hey Dean” he said to the old guy “you go to the sauna – ever had this lads ass?” nodding at me. Dean said “no, stuck up little runt thinks he’s too good for an old guy like me!”. Benny laughed and said “wanna teach him a lesson and slide that AIDs weapon up his hole?”. Dean chuckled an evil laugh and said “too right I do!”. Benny looked and me and said “you’ve been missing a lot lad – this is one diseased cock”. He grabbed the chains of the sling and Benny loosened his towel and let it drop to the floor. I leant up and could see it was a real monster. Rock hard and huge. Dean laughed and said “bet you weren’t expecting that! Now what do you want?”. I replied “you’re cock sir”. He shook his head “you’re big cock”. Again he shook his head but this time Benny held poppers under my nose. “Please sir, give me your massive cock and flood me with your AIDs seed – infect me proper!”. He slid balls deep and started to pound. “You will convert in a few weeks and be my poz son”. I moaned “yes sir, make me yours!”. I tightened my hole to milk the daddies cock. He said “you’re hungry for my poz seed ain’t ya”. I moaned and said “yes sir, make me poz”. His balls tightened, his cock throbbed and swole and he shot a massive load in me. Benny grabbed his arm and once he’d finished spurting led him back to the sofa. Benny then came back and kissed me then said “no going back now – two real men’s poz loads in you – that bugs in you now lad!”.

The title will make a little more sense as you read on. I got pinged the other day while on Manhunt. The guy said he liked my look. I immediately pulled up his profile and he had a few face pics and described himself as 27, 5’10” and 180 and Puerto Rican. His profile was also one of those professional profiles that massage therapists use so I texted back and asked if he was looking for clients. He said “Not today.” His profile said nothing about what he was into and for some reason, I didn’t feel comfortable asking. The guy was certainly super-hot according to his stats and frankly even though I prefer to bottom, I’ve been known to throw a hot fuck from time to time. We set up a time and I jumped into the shower and got cleaned up preparing for the unexpected. The address took me to a duplex. I started getting the familiar butterflies in my stomach when I’m about to fuck someone I’ve never seen or met. There is the possibility that this was a bogus address or a bogus profile. I took a deep breath and knocked. I feel my nips harden and my cock twitch in anticipation. When the door opened, I was stunned. Before I could process anything, he ushered me into the house and closed the door. He didn’t look like his profile pics. I’ve heard buddies tell stories about people misrepresenting themselves with their profile and when they meet and learn the truth, it’s an awkward hot mess. I’ve been lucky in that I have only had one such gross misrepresentation. As my brain was processing the “disconnect,” I realized that the issue was that his profile pictures weren’t flattering to him. This guy was an unbelievably beautiful human specimen. He looked almost identical to Enrique Iglesias but more defined and muscular. He looked like a high-fashion model. If you saw him on the streets, you would embarrass yourself by staring. He had dark short hair and a well-groomed 5 o’clock shadow. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. His nipples were the size of quarters and deep bronze in color. His chest was perfectly pronounced with a very deep sternum line dividing two huge pectoral muscles. There was no question that this guy was out of my league. I searched my brain for a dignified way to get us both out of this situation. There was no doubt in my mind that he had made a mistake. Think. Think. He walked me from the door, through the living room and gestured for me to move into what I suspected would be a bedroom. Once inside he closed the door. This wasn’t a bedroom at all. It was dark except for glowing reddish lights coming from different parts of the room. Soft music was playing and candles were lit. I could smell something that reminded me of jasmine. We were in his massage room. Enrique turned to me and wrapped me in his muscular arms and whispered in my ear, “You are perfect. You have no idea how much I’m into your look.” I was dumbfounded. It’s not that I have low self-esteem, in fact just the opposite. I take good care of myself. But this guy was mesmerizing. It was like looking at him cast a spell over me and that made me nervous. Enrique began to unbutton my shirt and immediately started licking and sucking on my neck and worked his way down to my tits. I moaned in appreciation and he switched to the other tit and began to unbutton my pants. When they feel to the floor he reached around and grabbed one cheek in each hand and used his expert trained hands to massage my glutes moving them around and spreading them apart. I have big ass cheeks and he moaned in appreciation. It felt great. He released my tit from his mouth and looked at me and started deep kissing me. I moaned from inside his kiss and we ground our faces together exchanging saliva. I ran my hands all over his body. Everything was perfect. I reached to his crotch but he had a jock on so I couldn’t figure out what he was packing. It didn’t matter. This guy was a fucking god and I was going to enjoy every inch of him. He moved me over to his massage table and had me lay on it face down. Next he moved down between my legs and spread them. Again he massaged and kneaded my ass with steady strength. I pushed back to let him know he could work my butt as hard as he liked; that I could take it. He received the message and intensified his grip. I felt his hand move down through the ditch of my ass and graze my hole. He spit on it and rubbed his finger all around it. He spit some more and inserted his finger and finger fucked me for a few minutes. I slowly began to realize this guy was a top. He was ass obsessed. His finger retreated and was replaced with his tongue. He didn’t start slow like most guys do. He buried his tongue to the hilt and began to dart in and out of my hole all the while delivering copious amounts of saliva into my ass. Much of it spilled over onto his chin and my balls, but it was certainly getting me hot and beyond horny. He started trading off between his fingers and his tongue. He had eventually worked three fingers in and out of my ass-cunt. Enrique said very quietly just above a whisper, “Push out.” I didn’t hear him and asked him to repeat it. “Push your cunt out.” He said a little louder. This was music to my ears. I crunched my abdominal muscles and pushed the ring of my ass outward like I was taking a shit. “Yeah, dude, just like that. Stay right there.” Next I felt him suck my hole into his mouth causing a vacuum and then use his teeth to encase my rosebud and lightly bit down. The sensation was awesome. No one had ever done that to me before. He continued to trade off between sucking and nipping. “I moaned, “That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” For the next 5 minutes or so, he continued to worship my hole like that. When he let go, my rose bud snapped back inside my ass and began pulsing. At this point he walked around to the front of the massage table and I could see through the face cradle that he had taken his shorts off. Enrique had one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever had. He was super hard and uncut. His foreskin naturally retracted to the base of the head and was the same color as the rest of his cock. His jet-black bush was perfectly trimmed and clear goo had bubbled up to the tip. This had to be a 10-inch dick. It was perfectly straight and was about as fat as a golf ball. I reached out and held it. The heat radiating from his rod was exhilarating. He helped me down off the table and I hit my knees and opened my mouth licked the pearl drop from the tip then descended down his magnificent rod. I got about halfway down and his cock got stuck at the back of my throat. I pulled back delivering profuse amounts of saliva to coat his fat monster to make it easier to work with. Enrique could tell from my behavior that A) I was a cock slut and B) I was hungry for dick. I couldn’t help it. I needed this cock in my mouth. I blew him for about 10 minutes this way. I had saliva everywhere. It was running down my chin and onto my chest and then onto the floor and down his shaft and onto his balls and then onto me. I had tears streaming down my face and cock snot coming out of my nose. I was not about to give up. Enrique stopped me and had me stand up. He gave me a hand towel to wipe up my face. “Let’s try this.” He patted the massage table. “Jump up here and get on your back.” He helped me up and had me slide my head completely off the end of the table. He had at some point removed the face cradle. He opened a bottle of poppers and gave me a hit in each nostril. My head was upside down so it was tricky, but as I began to fly, I really appreciated the offering. With my head hanging off the table I was in the perfect position for him to slide his cock into my mouth. I immediately felt this was really comfortable. His cock was thick, but I was confident that with enough patience and willpower we could do this. As he fucked in and out of my mouth, I reached around to his butt cheeks and pulled him into my throat a little bit more. I could feel his cockhead at the back of my throat as before. He continued to fuck in and out, but going no further than the back of my throat. With the poppers relaxing me I opened my throat, took a deep breath through my nose and again pulled him a little deeper. This time his cock head popped through the ring at the back of my throat. We both moaned at the same time. I kept pulling him into to me and felt his shaft sliding further down my throat and moaned. I was in cock-sucking heaven. I pulled him more and more until his tightly trimmed bush was scratching my upper lip. I pulled one last time as far as it would go and I felt him bottom out. My boy gasped and said, “Holy fuck. You’ve taken my entire cock into your throat. Not many people have ever been able to do that.” At this point I wanted to ensure he knew I was deep throating this massive cock so I lightly took my teeth and bit down ever so slightly on the base of his cock at the pubic line. Then I released the pressure on his ass and pushed him out of my mouth and away from me. I was gasping for air trying really hard not to convulse. I sat up and wiped the snot, saliva and pre-cum from my face and took a long slow hit of poppers and assumed my previous position. This time, when I grabbed Enrique’s butt to pull him into my mouth, I took him all the way to the balls in one stride. I needed to conserve oxygen. Again he groaned. I pushed him almost all the way out and pulled him back in again sending him the message to fuck my throat. He got the message, grabbed my tits and started thrusting all the way in and back out again in rapid succession. “Oh my god, suck my cock, deep throat the fucker. You are one good cock-sucker.” This went on for as long as I could hold my breath. When I started feeling light headed, I pushed him out gasped for oxygen and forced his cock back in again. We did this four or five times before Enrique pulled completely away from me and said, “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, not yet hot man. Not yet. Whew!” Again I wiped my face clean and scooted back onto the massage table to catch my breath. Once revived Enrique said, “Turn over.” I did and took a hit of poppers. He jumped up onto the massage table with me and I immediately arched my back and stuck out my ass. He started eating; and eating, and eating. The more he ate the hungrier he got. Then he scooted up onto my back and I could feel the heat from his cock in the ditch of my ass. “Of fuck yeah,” I heard myself say. His cock head docked at my cunt lips and he pushed forward and I pushed backwards and within seconds Enrique busted through and slid in all the way to his balls. I felt his breath next to my face and lifted up my head and we started kissing and making out while moaning and humping each other. His tongue was all over the inside of my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of him. We continued little fuck motions with him buried balls deep in me while making out. He whispered, “I’m not going to last long this way. Are you ready to fuck?” Through my gasping for air, I told him I was more than ready. But he came back with, “No, I mean are you really ready to fuck? I want to tear your cunt to shreds. Are you up for that?” All I could come up with was, “Give me everything you’ve got stud. I’m fucking yours.” With that, Enrique pulled his mouth off mine and grabbed me by my hair with both hands and pulled his cock almost all the way out and using my hair for leverage, slammed back into me. This gradually picked up speed, but he never let go of my hair. I began to moan incoherently and started jacking my cock. This hot Puerto Rican started to talk dirty to me, “Take that fat Latin dick you fucking slut. I can’t believe you’d let a complete stranger fuck you raw like this. You’re a nasty mother fucker.” I reached between my legs and could feel the abundant amounts of dick and ass goo coating his cock, my ass and both of our ball sacks. I reached further back and touched his dick as it would piston in and out of me. The heat coming from it was astounding. He pulled out with a nasty plopping sound and abruptly turned me over and replanted his cock so fast I hardly knew what was happening. The sloppy squishy sounds my cunt and his cock were making were so nasty. You can only make those kinds of sounds when you have abandoned all fear and given into pure lust. His eyes were so intense and filled with hunger. He deep kissed me again and pulled back and whispered, “Do you like that raw stranger cock fucking your white slutty cunt?” I babbled, “Yes, fuck me. Please fuck me.” With fire in his eyes he said, “I’ve only just begun.” For the next 45 minutes or so, Enrique removed any semblance of sanity from me. I no longer had language to express myself. All I had was the guttural animalistic sounds that naturally escaped my vocal chords. He fucked me on my back, fucked me on the floor, he fucked me doggie style. He had me ride him and he ate my ass out again then shared our combined fluids by making out with me. It was a constant fight for oxygen, poppers and cock. When he finally rolled over onto the floor next to me, he asked if I wanted his load. We were both still huffing and puffing trying to catch our breath and I couldn’t breathe much less talk. He took that as a yes and had me get up on the massage table doggie style. He hopped up onto the table with me and told me to take a hit of poppers. I did. Within seconds his cock was buried in my swollen cunt. He started fucking me like a mad man; grunting every time he bottomed out. We were both working extremely hard to give each other the fuck of our lives. More poppers and I reached around and pulled my ass cheeks apart to give him better access and me more friction. He loved that. I moved my fingers closer to his cock and my cunt lips. A little further and I slid two fingers from each hand inside my ass alongside his cock. Enrique yelled, “OH fuck that is so hot. That looks so fucking hot and feels un-fucking-believable. Fuck you man. Fuck you.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I pushed back onto him. I was so stimulated that I could tell that pee was escaping my cock involuntarily. Enrique froze and remained completely still while he injected 6 or 7 jets of hot Latin cum into my fuck hole. I swear at this point I saw god. It wasn’t until then that he let out a primal warrior cry that I’m sure could be heard in the duplex next door. He started fucking again, this time with his spooge mixed with ass cum splashing out and coating our balls yet again. Slowly he calmed down and pulsed his cock a few times. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I squeezed his cock to get the last drop out and it was then when I realized I hadn’t peed, I had shot my load, hands free. We both fell on the table and tried to catch our breath. After a minute, Enrique jumped up and left the room. I sat up, but couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I had cum all over the front of me and in my hair. I jumped off the table and cum was running down my leg. I sat on a bench but still couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I tried taking deep breaths through my nose and out of my mouth, but couldn’t normalize my breathing. I may have been hyperventilating. Was I having a heart attack? Do people get heart attacks from fucking? I put my head between my legs and tried to control my breathing. It didn’t seem to help. Enrique came into the room with a bottle of water and left again. Just as panic was setting in, I took a desperate drink of water. The cool water seemed to spread through my body and my vital signs seemed to return to normal as did my breathing. Enrique came back in and apologized that he was dealing with a client. He offered me a shower, which I desperately needed, and another bottle of water, again much needed. Before I left he looked me in the eye and said he had a great time and that we should do it again. I looked at my watch and was astounded to learn we fucked for 3 solid hours without any breaks. I couldn’t wait for the next time. I get off on your comments.

My little sisters boyfriend Evan was fucking adorable. I don't usually go for the younger guys. I am into the muscle daddy types covered in fur and tattoos but this guy was too yummy. He was the kind of guy everybody wanted around with his wide infectious smile and a laugh that would melt any icy heart. Not too mention how absolutely fuckable his tight young body was. I wanted to pin that boy down and fuck the holy hell out of him. Every time I heard his voice my pecker would stand at attention. I did my best not to scare him away with some light flirting and suggestive sexual comments. His shy manner and boyish giggle only inflamed my desire. That boy needed a good fucking and the conscientious queer that I am I was the man for the job. I only had to bide my time and sure enough the right occasion arose. The A&P (aged parents) were off on a cruise so I stopped in to the old homestead on the off chance I could [banned word] on my boy. As luck would have it they were there enjoying some beer with friends. I was invited to join in and made sure I was sitting close to Evan. They were a fun crowd and I was enjoying myself all the time wondering how I was going to get into this guys pants when the subject turned to sex, a fun and often cringe worthy topic for conversation. I am out so that is not a problem and being the only gay in the crowd was often referred to for clarification on certain subjects. One of those subjects being rimming. Some half stoned clod brought it up in an attempt to gross out the group and his comment elicited the expected groan. I of course dissembled and proceeded to expound on my opinion. My opinion being I FUCKING LOVE eating ass. Its the best and of course any good top is honor bound to munch hole before fucking it. Its good manners after all. I could see there was some silent agreement amongst the assembled but no one was willing to admit to being on my side. Cowards. I got nothing to hide or be ashamed of. I am a proud ass eating faggot. I could not resist a quick little description of a good rim job. After some jibes and laughter the conversation moved on but the whole time I closely watched Evan's reaction. I could tell he was interested. Could Evan be wanting his hole slobbered on. Or better yet is he gay? My mind reeled with the possibilities. The crowd thinned. My sister pled exhaustion and asked Evan if he was okay to drive home. Evan said he would have a coke then motor on. Bingo. I was going to have the little hottie all to myself for a bit. It would have to be enough time to work my magic. Sister went upstairs and I went for drinks adding some rum to the sodas. Evan gave me a look after a sip but did not say anything. Things were looking good for my plans to take advantage of the poor sop. We chatted and I tried to think of a way to casually steer the conversation towards sex. I had no need. After some hesitation Evan asked me if I was serious about my love of analingus (his word) or was I only grandstanding to make everyone wince and titter. I looked him square in the eye and said, "On my honor as a boy scout and a homosexual I do hereby solemnly swear I am an avid and devoted eater of ass." He laughed nervously and I added, "I am totally willing to give you a demonstration of said habit." "What do you mean 'a demonstration'", he asked a flush of pink coloring his face. I scooted in close so that my hot breath tickled the fuzz on his cheeks. "What I mean is that I am offering to stick my tongue up your ass." Evan stammered, "You're kidding, you can't be serious." So his first reaction wasn't to say no way. I had him. I moved closer. "One lick in your crack and you'll never look back." He took a sip of his cocktail. "I will rock your world stud just take a chance." I put one hand on his knee and squeezed ever so slightly. His next sip was more of a gulp. "But your sister," he argued, "I can't...." he trailed off. I put an arm around him while the other casually drifted to his crotch. "Come on, you know that relationship is going no where. I love my sister but that girl is high maintenance. She'll wear you down to a nub. Live a little boy." My knuckles grazed the hard-on raging beneath his button fly. "A little taste, its all I ask. I will stop the second you decide its not for you." "Where," Evan barely managed to squeak. I grabbed his hand and hauled him up and out the door. We had a little summer shack by the pool with a comfy futon couch perfect for privacy and eating ass. To my surprise he did not resist when I pulled him to me for a kiss. He was hesitant at first and then abandoned any pretense he didn't want what was about to happen. He devoured me like I was going to devour his ass. The undressing was a blur of flying clothing. I wasted no time pushing him down on the couch quickly arranging him on all fours ass up and ready to be molested. His ass was as beautiful as I knew it would be. I briefly caressed the light dusting of hairs that fuzzed his cheeks. He shivered. I blew on his hole and it winked in response. He was ready for it. I spread his cheeks exposing his quivering pucker. The first tentative kiss elicited a moan and the first tongue swipe a quick intake of breath. I had him. The boy was going to be putty in my hands. I was going to fuck him into next week but first a long and thorough ass eating to make him pliable and begging to be cornholed. I took my time. I had no where to be except to rock this kids world and take him to a place he didn't realize he needed to be. His ass was made to be eaten. It responded to every massage of my tongue. His hole kissed me back. I settled in for a marathon rim job and was only brought back to reality when I felt a drip on my hand. Looking between his legs the flash of a long string of pre-cum from his piss slit to my hairy knuckles attested to the pleasure I was giving him. I watched in fascination as his cock pumped out more natural lube. I pulled his stiffy back for a taste making sure to slobber on his nut sack as well. The panting had me moving back to his ass. I couldn't have him cumming just yet. I pushed as much spit into his ass as I could. I wouldn't be bothered with lube and I am no slouch in the dick department so wanted to do my best to ease his transition from virgin to fuck toy/cumdump. His was taking my load weather he wanted it or not. I was not going to be denied being the first to breed him. At last the moment came. I knew if I waited any longer I would not have the patience to ease his passage from boy to man. To my surprise when I placed my cock head at his hole he leaned back into it. Fuck yeah! He wanted it. I let him set the pace as his eager hole slowly swallowed my meat. "Good boy," I growled when I bottomed out. Evan was gasping for air as his hole came to terms with its new occupant. We were both as happy as pigs in slop. I grabbed a fist full of hair to pull his head sideways and look at me. "Tell me you love my cock," I ordered, "tell me how badly you need to be fucked." Evan caught his breath and gabbled, "Please sir I need your cock. Fuck my hole, fuck me, make me yours. Please sir, pleeease." I released his head and like the good sub he was meant to be he braced his arms and arched his back firmly impaling that delicious ass on my rock hard dick. I'd like to be able to tell you it was a tender fuck, that I made love to him so his first time would be a sweet memory. That would be a lie. I fucked that boy like a jackhammer turning his groans into whimpers. Maybe if I had been more like a lover I could have altered his fate but that first brutal fuck was the start of an addiction that proved a happy circumstance for many a top. Evan was at the beginning of his cumdump journey and his need to be thoroughly fucked and used would follow him for the rest of his life. You are welcome world. My gift to all you [banned word] and breeders who need a needy hole to unload into. Our sweat slick skin glued our bodies together as I fucked him off his knees and onto his stomach. I was all cock and brute force pile driving the breath out of him in search of that sweet spot deep inside to dump my load. He had no complaints as my bone rearranged his guts and I fucked him into a stupor. I don't think he even noticed when I shot of with a roar coating his abused innards with a soothing dose of man milk. We did notice, however, the gasp and scream of rage coming from my horrified sister. I double down on my fucking still caught in the euphoria of my nut. Evan was in no position to either move or react because his orgasm was building and by time my hips stopped moving Evan had already spilled his seed. I collapsed rolling sideways and taking Evan with me to keep my cock in his ass. My nuts were recharging for a second go. I intended to send Evan away with a sloppy hole. Or maybe I'd take him home and sleep with my cock lodged in his buttery chute. For the moment I held him close breathing in his clean sweaty scent. He had been a good boy and now he was a better man. My sister wouldn't speak to me for a month but I finally got her to admit she was on the verge of breaking up with Evan. I did that princess a favor. My cock did the break up for her. I introduced Evan to a few of my friends, you know, the furry tattooed muscle daddies I go for. They ate him up like I did. Evan couldn't be happier.

Yesterday I had the last appointment with my doctor in the procedure to start with PrEP. After 2 appointments (first one with all possible swabs and second one with a blood test), the doctor gave me the prescription. I was the most happy person in the world, ready to discover sexual liberty. Read: ready to bend over and have my hole fucked bare and get flooded with hot guy’s Cum. Read too: ready to enter the houses/ homes/ hotels of hot bottoms to find them face down ass up and wreck their holes and cum deep inside. Today at noon time, i was in a meeting with a lot of collegues. Already the entire morning, the blue Truvada pill was asking and begging to get swallowed. I took the pill and felt it, this poison was going to change my life. Never again condoms in my ass, never again my dick wrapped in rubber in slutty twink’s asses. Today my new life started, and i’m going to cum to a maximum. My cum will be spread all over the world. Slutty bottoms, prepare....you’ll get it and you’ll get it hard!

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Grindr18 I’ve just been discovered by a 18 year old local college lad who seems to always have the horn after a day in the classroom. This horny fukka messaged saying he didn’t have much experience but liked the idea of using my cumdump services to practice in. Of course I was only to willing to help out. For someone without much experience he’s def worked out want he wants... he wanted somewhere to unload to save him from wanking 3 times a day. I explained how it worked and he said his fantasy was to have sloppy seconds, to find cum dripping from a freshly fucked hole. He wanted me preloaded with a complete strangers load and tagged to show proof of use. That was easily sorted thanks to a 54 year old regular that always dumps a hot anon load. After college he messaged asking if I had managed to be bred for him. I think he was a bit surprised when I told I had about half hour before, just as requested. I thought he might chicken out but no he said he was coming round and would be 10 mins. True to his word I heard the door open downstairs. I was in the pup hood on all fours in a jock and footy sox with my ass in the air showing off my cummy cunt. He was clearly horny as fuck as I heard him unzip and then felt him rub his semi but quickly hardening dick against my wet hole. He gently pushed the head of his dick inside me, taking his time. I remember thinking wow! An 18 yr old who knows what he wants and he’s taking it! Then he pulled out and I heard him strip before he was on knees with his tongue tasting the cum load I had. Then he was back on his feet... he had taken cum to lube his now solid dick and started to push into me until he was balls deep. I heard him whisper, ‘You fucking horny slut’. And then he seriously got to work fucking like a rabbit. He fucked hard and quick in total silence apart from a few grunts when he repeatedly pulled out to plow straight back in. He fucked me across the bed and I was spreadeagled face down when during a fuck frenzy he quietly unloaded. He had done just what I love... used me to get off in and dump his load. I only knew he had bred me when he stopped. I was pinned to the bed as he pumped his full load into my hole. He then told me not to move..., I had his still solid and throbbing dick inside me and his load too. He then whispered in my ear, ‘You are getting a second load before I go you CUMPIG! He then resumed his use of my cummy cunt and I could feel his cum as he seriously creamed me. A few minutes later true to his word he unloaded again. And a first for me... never taken 2 loads without the guy pulling out to recharge. He grabbed the pen and tagged me DIRTY CUM PIG! Hot as fuck and he left me dripping hot anon cum once again!

I just don't like really tight asses ( like putting your dick in a blender !) I mainly fuck in dark rooms and love to be fucking after the bottoms opened up or hottest lubed up with some other guys cum feeling some one else cum leaking out on your dick and balls when your fucking is just the hottest

I started driving in my 40s and loved being alone but soon I needed sex . It started on craigs list I would post looking for a blow job. Being in a simi truck got me lots of replays. I loved being sucked off. One day I thought I would try sucking a guy . Once he got there I was so horny for his cock I pulled his pants down and hungry for his cock I sucked it . It was wonderful I knew as soon as I started I was going to swallow his cum. I was hooked I need cum . As time went on I started thinking of being fucked. So I placed a add for a virgin trucker wanting to be fucked. Needless to say the replys were plenty. I didn't care who but I really wanted to feel a cock in my pussy. When the guy got to my truck he like all others told me it was his fantasy to fuck in a truck . I watched him undress as I undressed to his cock was about 7in cut . I love cut cock the mushroom head is a turn on. I took he's cock in my mouth and sucked him slowly. By now I was really horny and begged him to fuck me . He asked if I wanted a condom I said no I want it real. I got on my knees at the edge of the bed with my pussy ready. He grabbed my hips and pressed his head up to my hole . I shuttered as the feeling and the thought of his cock in me . As I felt the pressure of his cock I knew right then I wanted him to cum in me . Soon we were slowly fucking and it was wonderful. He fucked with long full strokes that made me quiver. After a bit he sped up and I could tell he was close. I begged him not to pull out I wanted my first cock to be my first load in me. As he thrust harder and deeper he grunted and moved as he filled my pussy. I whimpered with pleasure as I became a real cum whore. After that I was a true cock and cum whore I couldn't get enough. I needed it and craved it.so for me my fists set the stage on my preference of raw sex Later that preference led to my pozing. I don't regret not being a safe sex player I'm proud to be a whore . I'm retired Now and still crave breeding every day.. But guys in my area are afraid of my Undectable status. I hope to someday find a hung lover who will breed me often.

Came across this story I wrote about... gosh, 12 years back now? Based on a true story, some details may have been embellished. I'll let you decide which details those are. ----- Who You Are In The Dark: A Bookstore Encounter I used to make an occasional trip to the adult bookstore in the town I went to high school in, even after I had moved away from the town to a different city about two hours south. Located just off of I-80, as well as being next to a truck stop AND strip club, there was an interesting mix of clientele. The store itself was well-lit and friendly (so far as these places go), and the front clerks were always business when you bought your entry to the back arcade. The arcade itself was pretty standard. A big rectangle, with about a dozen rooms off the hallway, each large enough for a comfortable two, and more if you were so inclined. All manner of movies would be playing – straight, lesbian, gay, bi, trans, there was literally something for nearly every taste. And just off the viewing rooms was a large, open rec room (for lack of a better term.) A pool table, several arcade games, vending machines, a big-screen TV – just a nice place to take a breather between hookups. There was a definite 'no sex' policy in the rec area, and it was the only place in the back that had a camera. It was in this room that I found myself on one of my visits. It was spring, and even a weekend, but there were not many visitors to the store that night. I had made a few rounds of the rooms, without much success in finding any interesting or interested parties. I took a break from the dark rooms to get a soda and shoot a few solo games of pool. There was one other man in the rec room, a gentleman who was probably in his late 30s or early 40s. At this time, I was around 22 or 23, so this was an 'older' guy to me. He was fairly handsome, well-dressed and with hit of gray at his temples and in his goatee. He was a bit on the husky side, but I've always had a soft spot for that type. I recall that the TV was playing a James Bond marathon, and I would stop playing every few minutes to watch the screen. I was never a Bond fan but, hey, TV. At one point, the other guy saw me watching and asked who my favorite Bond was. "Honestly, I was never a Bond guy," I answered. "Never really got into the movies." "You're missing out," he said. "Brosnan is my favorite. Handsome guy." "I'll drink to that," I said, and took a sip from my Diet Coke. "Had any luck?" he asked, nodding his head toward the back rooms. "Nah. It's kind of dead tonight. Weird for a weekend." "Yeah. I gave up after awhile, settled down to watch some TV, see if anyone else showed up." "I hear ya. I'm shooting pool by myself. That should tell you how slow it is." He stood up from the couch. "Thought I might take another stroll around the booths, see what's good. You should come," he offered. Without waiting for a response, he walked back into the dark hallways. I finished off my soda, abandoned my pool 'game', and followed a few moments later. He had already vanished into the hallway, but it wouldn't be hard to find him. It was a rectangle. I took a slow stroll around, looking into the booths. A few others had wandered in while we had been in the rec room, but I was looking for someone specific at this point. I found him in one of the corner booths, watching the end of a male-male fuck scene, sitting and rubbing his crotch through his slacks. "Mind if I join you?" I asked, poking my head into the room. "I'd be offended if you didn't," he answered, and patted the empty spot next to him. I joined him in the booth and closed the door behind me. I sat next to him and it didn't take long before he grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. This close, I could smell his cologne and taste the faint hint of tobacco on his breath. It wasn't the reek of a heavy smoker, just the tang of nicotine. I noticed the wedding ring on his hand for the first time, which turned me on even more. My cock was quickly hardening in my pants, and by the sudden way he gripped it through my shorts, he noticed. He pulled his mouth from mine, grabbed my hand and placed it squarely on his crotch. He resumed kissing me, our hands massaging each others hardness. We made out for quite awhile, and eventually I found myself pulling back a little to take off my shirt. He followed suit, and I appreciated the view as he revealed a fair but solid belly and a not-quite-firm chest, covered with just a light dusting of black hair. My own stomach and chest were fairly firm, the result of a post high-school dedication to losing weight and exercising, but covered with just about the same amount of hair as his. He stood me up and pressed me against the wall, his bare torso pressing against mine. "You're hot," he said, and dropped to his knees. He unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. I was commando, and my hard dick sprung gratefully free immediately. "Damn," he groaned, and swallowed my 6 ½ inches with gusto. He sucked with the ferocity of a man in need, occasionally moving to lick and suck my balls into his mouth, rolling them around with his tongue. I grabbed the back of his head at one point and began fucking my cock into his mouth. "You like my dick?" I asked, a little more aggressively than I usually am. "Does your wife know you like sucking cock?" He mumbled something around my rod, and continued to suck as I force-fed it to him. I didn't want to cum yet, so after a few minutes of this, I relented and pulled back. "Not yet, man. I want to enjoy this. It's your turn," I said, and pulled him to his feet. I slid down the wall until I was on my knees and at eye level with the clear bulge in his slacks. I fumbled with his belt for a moment, but managed to undo it and unfasten his pants. They slid down his solid thighs, and left me facing his white briefs. I could see the outline of his cock, and it was even more impressive than it had felt under my hand before. I pulled his briefs down, and his own cock stood at attention. It was about 8 inches, and pretty thick. I could fit my hand around it, but only just. The slit was leaking precum, and I took a slow lick to taste his juices, pulling my head back enough that he could see the line of his fluid stretching from his cock to my tongue. "Fuck," he said, and pushed his dick toward me. "Suck it. Suck it for me." I obliged, and went to work on his dick. Slowly at first, as it was a bit bigger than anything I'd taken at that point. Slowly, I managed to work my way about two-thirds of the way down the shaft. He started thrusting his cock into my mouth, gently at first, but with increasing speed. At some point, he managed to force it all the way in, and I found my nose buried in his pubic hair. "Oh my God, you suck better than my wife," he moaned, and continued fucking my mouth. My gag reflex kicked in and I started choking on his dick. This just turned him on more, and he grabbed the back of my head, shoving the full length of his rod into my throat. "Fucking choke on that dick," he ordered. "Choke on it like a bitch." I obliged, without much choice. My throat convulsed around his member, and he let out a long string of swears that made me think he was cumming already. He finally let go of my head and pulled his dick from my mouth. I looked up at him with watery eyes. "Good?" I asked, my voice rough from the throat-fucking I had just taken. "Really good," he affirmed. "Lay down on your back.. I want to lay on top of you for awhile." I slid out of my shorts completely and spread my clothes on the floor, giving me some semblance of comfort. I laid back and watched him finish disrobing, sliding his pants off. He did just as he had said, and laid his bare flesh against mine, and we resumed our passionate make-out session from before. All at once, the room went completely dark. We paused for a moment, and realized that the movie had ended and the TV had shut itself off to conserve power. Strange, since these things were usually on a loop, or the clerk would have noticed the end of the movie and started it up again. We lay there in almost complete darkness, the only light being the dim hallway bulbs shining in from under the door. I felt him now, rather than seeing him, and enjoyed the sensation of this stranger laying atop me, the smell of him becoming a little stronger as my senses compensated for the darkness. We soon began making out again, and his tongue explored my mouth. I answered in kind, and we continued kissing for quite awhile. I could feel more precum from his dick leaking onto my thigh, and spread my legs a little wider. His dick slipped between my legs and probed gently against my hole as we tasted one another. This went on for awhile, the precum from his dick making my hole slick and his cock head pressing gently at my opening. Suddenly, he stopped. "I don't have a condom," he whispered into my ear, sounding disappointed. "Oh," I answered. "Okay." That was all I said, neither giving permission nor denial to continue. I felt his tongue in my mouth again, and the hardness of his dick pressing into me. The heat we were generating in the room started taking its toll, making both our bodies slippery. After several minutes of this, I felt his dick pressing firmly against my ass, and the head of his cock penetrating into me. I gasped with pleasure, and a little discomfort, as his thickness popped into me with only sweat and precum for lube. "I don't have a condom," he repeated, and continued pushing his length into me. "I'm in you bareback." "Feels good," I gasped. He moaned softly and bit my collarbone as he bottomed out, his balls coming to full rest against my ass cheeks. "You're tighter than my wife. Wet, too," he said, and began sliding out of me, and it felt like he nearly pulled out entirely before thrusting back in. "I'm not wearing a condom," he kept repeating, as though I had somehow forgotten that I was in pitch darkness with a married man's raw dick in my ass. "I know," I said. "But I'm not stopping you." That seemed to be all the permission he needed to begin fucking me in earnest, his thrusts picking up speed as my insides stretched to accommodate his cock. A few times, he pulled completely out and I felt empty for the briefest moment before he shoved himself fully into me. He fucked expertly, even in the dark, and began nibbling on my earlobe. I gasped in pleasure and found myself digging fingernails into his back, not even realizing my hands had wrapped around him. "Make love to me," I whispered into the dark. "Oh god, yes. You're so much better than my wife. Her pussy has never been this tight and wet." We fucked like this for what felt like an hour, in complete darkness, our moans and grunts occasionally punctuated by my whispered begging for his dick and his gasping replies, telling me how good my hole felt on his cock, how I was a hotter fuck than his wife. I started to feel the sweat from his face dripping onto me, some of it landing on my lips or in my mouth, the salty taste turning me on even more. "Do you want me to pull out or stay inside?" he finally asked. I was feeling so good at this point, I missed his meaning. "Stay inside," I answered. "Keep going." It was when his tempo started to increase and a guttural string of swears came from him that I realized what he had actually meant. "Oh my God," I asked. "Are you going to cum inside me?" "Fuck yes, I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to get you pregnant. I'm going to knock you up, and you're going to take it," he said firmly. He thrust his cock fully into me and let out a fairly loud, "OH FUCK!" and I knew he was shooting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated, and I felt his seed filling me, the warmth and wetness spreading through my insides. "I'm cumming inside you. I'm cumming so hard," he panted. As I finally felt his orgasm start to subside, he began fucking his load into me, his rod plowing my cum-slicked hole. Eventually, he relented, and I felt his cock withdrawing from my ass. The head of his dick pulled out with an audibly wet 'pop'. We lay there in darkness and silence for a few minutes, the heat of our sex slowly dissipating. Finally, I felt him stirring. "I shouldn't have done that. I didn't have a rubber. I shouldn't have fucked you bare. I'm sorry, man. I just got caught up in the moment and.. I mean, I don't have anything, but I just.. I'm sorry and.." "Dude. Chill," I said, reaching out a hand in the darkness to caress his cheek. "It's cool. I pretty obviously wanted it, too. I didn't stop you." "You sure it's okay? I mean.. I've never done that." "It's fine," I assured him. "Though I may actually manage to get knocked up with as much as you shot." He laughed a little, his nervousness slowly waning. "Yeah, I did shoot a lot. I meant what I said. You really are a better fuck than my wife. She won't even let me say things like 'fuck' or 'pussy' when we're having sex." "Ouch," I answered. "For what it's worth, I'm okay with everything that was said and done here." "Hot," he said, and I felt him lean down to press his tongue into my mouth. "I should go, though. This really was amazing. Do you come here much?" "Every other month or so, usually make an overnight weekend trip." "Well... I won't make it awkward, but I do hope I see you here again." "Me, too," I said, and meant it. I felt his weight leave me. There was an awkward silence for a moment, until he laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked. "I just realized it's completely dark in here and I have no idea where my clothes are." We laughed together for a few minutes and fumbled around in the dark, eventually finding his clothes. He dressed in the darkness and left, giving me one more hungry kiss before he departed. I stood there for a moment, naked, with the door to the hallway open, cum running down the inside of my leg. I finally dressed and headed out. I was halfway home before I realized I hadn't even cum. "Totally worth it," I thought.

Adam was considering what his hot soon-to-be lover was explaining, and found himself conflicted. "You see, the important thing is that you don't bleed when I fuck you," Joey explained. "So, I'll only put in the tip and then maybe another inch so that I don't draw blood. Then, I can fuck you raw, and you'll be fine." "I guess that's fine," Adam replied. Adam wanted Joey's cock. There really wasn't any denying it. But, Adam was terrified by the prospect of taking Joey's beautiful thick poz cock up his hole. Joey repositioned Adam so that he was stomach down; and then lubed his dick with the KY jelly he brought over. Joey applied some lube to Adam's hairless hole and massaged it in with one finger, and then two. "Here it comes," Joey declared, and then slowly forced in his thick mushroom tip into slim Joey's hole. "Oh shit!" Adam exclaimed, not expecting the pain to be as sharp. "Remember don't go deep," he urged. Joey smiled devilishly to himself and slowly, with determined pressure, slid the first four of his eight inches into Adam. "Ahhh!" Adam cried, "Just an inch okay?!?" Joey pretended to be compassionate "of course. I only have one inch inside you at the most. You must not have bottomed in a while. You're so tight." Adam's mind was racing and he thought to himself "Damn, I want him to fuck me, but i can't get pozzed" while his cock stiffened and he got used to the thick cock invading his hole. In just a few moments, Joey was building up his speed and shoving his first four inches in and out of Adam's hole. Adam soon forgot about the poz cock up his ass as waves of pleasure enveloped him, "Oh, damn, that feels good" Adam managed to say while gasping between breaths. "How about just one more inch?" Joey offered. Adam was overwhelmed by the intense sensations his burning hole was feeling and only was able to softly say "yeah, okay a little more." Joey took advantage of his lover in ecstasy and shoved the remaining four inches deep into Adam's hole and picked up his pace. Adam realized he was getting fucked hard and wondered how much of this thick poz cock was inside him, but he was too turned on to say a word. Joey knew he owned Adam now. He slam-fucked Adam with forceful jabs, taking his cock all the way out; and drilling it all the way back into Adam many times over. Joey tested Adam "You want more cock don't you?" Adam was out of control, "Fuck yeah! Give it to me! Pound me hard!" Joey obliged and aggressively drove his thick cock all the way in and out while Adam moaned and howled with each punishing thrust. Both of them were getting close to cumming when Joey announced "I'm going to cum in your ass. Get ready." Adam was too aroused and distracted by the pleasure and pain his ass was feeling to comprehend the enormity of what Joey was announcing. He surrendered himself to the whims of Joey. "Pozzing your ass NOW!!" Joey proclaimed while he unloaded a seven day load deep into Adam's wanting hole. Adam instantly came once he felt the jizz entering his hole. Too excited to pull away, he collapsed as he felt Joey's cock pulsating as it emptied inside his ass. Moments later, Adam came to his senses "Wait...I thought we said you weren't going to come in me." Joey quickly began to put on his clothing. "Oh, don't worry. I barely penetrated you. You'll be fine." Adam lay in bed confused, trying to make sense of what happened, while Joey quickly made his exit.

Walking up to the door, I paused to make sure I was ready. Porn...Check! Lube....Check! Condoms...Check! Around noon, I got a text message from an fuck buddy named Jim to meet him at his house later that night for a surprise he had for me. He wouldn't tell me what it was, but, I would love it. After I knocked, He came to the door, and invited me in. "So, What's the surprise?" I inquired. "In do time," Jim replied. "For now, go into the bathroom and put this on," he says, while handing me a black jock strap. Jim likes underwear that shows off my ass. When we first got talking two years ago, he sent me a pic of his beautiful, hugh cock, while I sent him a picture of my big booty. An hour later, I was bent over an table, getting my ass fucked by his cock. As I walked out of the bathroom, I see Jim naked on the couch, with his dick in his hands. "So what do you think," I asked, while jiggling my ass in front of his face. Jim stood up behind me, grabbed my hips, and began to grind his cock between my ass cheeks. "Damn, that ass is hot," he replied. Jim then proceed to take one of his hands and smack me on the ass, leaving it there to grab a hand full of booty meat to show his approval. "That surprise and I are going to wear your ass out tonight," he continued. As he took one of his fingers and pushed it into my hole. "Oh..So my surprise is more cocks to play with ?" I asked. As I put my hands on knees and bent over a little to give him easier access to my tight hole. "You'll just have to wait and see," he answered back. All the while, inserting another finger into my booty hole and thrusting them back and forth, as I let out a faint moan to show my approval. Jim removed his fingers from my hole and positioned me on my knees in front of him. His hard cock staring right at me, like it knew it's next stop was in my mouth and down my throat. I opened my mouth wide ready to receive his swollen sex organ. Jim palmed the back off my head and shoved his cock to the back of my throat. This went on until tears ran down my eyes, rivers of dro(ol ran down chain, and choking on cock. I couldn't take it a second longer and pushed back from his cock to catch my breath. "NO. NO. NO.." Jim's response to my plight. "You do this every time my cock is down your throat and I've got a good rhythm," He says with an mixture of annoyance and a state of sexual arousal. Tom places both of his hands on the back my head. "I'm Sorry, let.." Are the only words I got out before Jim rammed his cock back down my throat and begun to skull fuck. "Now Bitch! Listen!! No surprise for you or your fat booty, unless you let me use your throat the way I please." He growl, shoving several inches of man sausage down my gullet. Jim kept up the fast and hard pace of feeding me his cock. Pushing cock in my mouth until his balls slapped my chin and back out until his fat mushroom cock head touched my two front teeth. By now, tears and drool came uncontrollably out of my eyes and mouth, with Jim seemingly not wanting to stop anytime soon. I places my hand on his hip and push away from his blow job assault on my tonsils as Jim kept trying to force my mouth back on his cock. "What's wrong with you tonight?" I asked Jim with confusion in my voice. "You're acting like an crazy person who doesn't know how to control his urges." Jim still palming both sides of my head, started to squeeze with an death grip so tight that I couldn't move, he was in control and positioned my head, so that I was looking up at him. His face red and breath heavy from all the forced skull fucking he gave me, Jim replied, "Bitch! You prance around town with your big booty, getting everybody's dick hard, only looking to get you booty fucked." Jim kept squeezing my head harder. "Your dick sucking skills are shit!" He said, squeezing my head even hard. "Now BIITTTCCHH!!! I want more of the back of that throat, So give it up or So help me god I'm going to pop your head like an grape!" By now I was scared for my life and wanted to leave as quickly as possible. "Please don't hurt me," I begged Tom. So I opened my mouth wide so Jim wouldn't hurt me, with tears flowing from my eyes down to my cheeks, and dropping to the ground. This was a side of Jim I'd never before, he'd never complained about my dick sucking before. I was trying to figure out what gives now? I'm not the greatest at giving fellatio, but, I always thought I could hold my own. "Jim.. Baby.. I do the best can at sucking coc...." At that moment, Jim became impatient and slap me hard across the face like a hoe who angers her pimp. "Bitch!!! Less talking and more opening that throat," He answered back. So by now, not only did I have tears streaming down my and dry drool all over my chin. But also an large hand print across my face. At this point I open my mouth wide so he will not hurt me anymore. That's when Jim force feeds me all his cock from the head of his cock touching the back of my throat to his hairy large balls resting on my silva dried chin and then just held it. It felt like forever, my throat is not use to this type of abuse. I was choking on prick, gasping for air, and he wouldn't let me catch my breath. I was screening my mind signs of Jim being like this and nothing came to mind. "That's right bitch! You choke on that cock," he said still gripping my tight, pressuring more dick down the hatch. "Tonight, you're going to learn to sucking dick right or choke and die trying.... BITCH!!!!" Jim told me, forcing more cock and now his Hugh balls in my mouth. Nobody has ever forced cock and balls in my mouth. I was kind of proud at that moment and impressed with myself. However, Jim wasn't, he kept my head in place choking me with his tool. As he kept it up, the room started to spin, everything started going black, and Jim's voice started to tune out. "OH. MY. GAWD... Jim is so mad at me.. He's really going to choke me to death with his cock and balls" I thought to myself in terror. "See!!! You can take dick up the booty hole like a man, but, take dick down the gullet like a hesitant little bitch" Jim taunted, As he let me go and I hit the floor, pasted out from lack of oxygen. "Three Big dick booty and throat fuckers are on their way right now, that's the surprise. Total domination of both your holes." Jim proclaimed. As I came to, I asked Jim why was he doing this me? My dick sucking wasn't that bad. I could learn to be an good cock sucker if it was. "BITCH!!! you think that's the only issue you and me have ", he yelled, while towering over me. "As long as we've been fucking, you make me wear condoms, the only... and I mean the only reason I put up with it. Is because of those fat ass cakes you got dragging behind you. So tonight.. BITCH!!!! Throat fucking and raw dawgin' that booty hole is on the menu." Jim ranted, with animal lust in his eyes. "but. but. but... Jim," I wimpered, " I like playing with you being safe to keep healthy , so we can keep playing... Don't you want that???" I replied, trying to reason with the horny, deranged man with a cock so hard and stiff, that not only could he choke me to death with it. He might be able to summon enough strength to beat me to death with it. "BBBIIITTTCCCHHH!!!!" Jim howled angrily, raising his hand to sky and pimp slapping me back to the floor. "That is the stupidest shit I've heard in my life and you're not getting away with it tonight." He ranted on, wagging his figure in my face. "Them fat cakes can only get you out of so much trouble before the devil comes to collect. You pussy piece of shit. Big dick are coming to fucking you tonight and the smallest is 7.5 in and super thick, you wanna be dick slut." As Jim's insanely, deranged rant continued on. I just cowered on the ground, listening to his rant and watching his hard cock, swing between his legs, and clapping from left thigh to right thigh. I was becoming dicknotized by the Jim's meat, making it hard for me to get out this scary problem. Jim noticed me looking at his cock. This made Jim even more upset for some reason. He grabbed me by the throat and bent me over the couch, face down ass exposed up in the air, with another one of his figures back up my asshole again. "Bitch!!, four big dicks are fucking raw dawgin you tonight, Bitch!!!" As Jim pulls me back to whisper in my and nibble on my ear some. "So.. you can give up the booty willingly or have four big cock take that booty by force. I really hope you decided to fight us, because that will make bust a Nutt inside you even sweeter. Jim says in a intimidating manner. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.. I had hoped it was help, but, Jim's friends had arrived with big dicks you could see through the outlines of their jean. Big dicks horny for big booty and at this point, I had no choice but to give up my big round cakes willingly.

Completely unplanned. He wasn't the sort of guy you could say 'no' to. He just pushed me against the wall, pulled down my pants, unzipped, rammed his hard dick up my hole and dumped a load inside me. That was the first of three loads that afternoon. After that I never looked back.

He shot inside balls deep! Fucking Hot! [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video35320357/old_german_skinny_gay_boys_first_time_being_a_dad_can_be_hard.

New Experience for me, Hooked up with this really hot, wiry guy with a long beard, kind of a skinny ZZ top look, he had me on all four in no time flat, Nothing new in that. I was horny as well and so was he, judging by all the precum. He lubed me up and the he suddenly stopped. Hm: "Ehm, I want to make sure we are safe " Me: "SO you are not into BB"? Him, "Are you clean? Me: "WTW? Him" I mean are you vaccinated? " THht was new. Me: " Uhm Pfizer. You? Him: "Me too" He grabbed my hips and then stopped again. "When was you last PCR test" Me: "Tw0 days ago " That was the truth. Him: "Great, just wanted to be sure". He proceeded to pump two loads into me. 7 out of 10, loses two points for the interrogation.

Yeah all asses are not the same at all. Some asses are hollow inside, some are deep and wet, but also lose. Then you got those super tight asses where you can hear that snap sound when you penetrate. It grip on your cock so hard when you stroke you can see the bottoms insides come out. That’s how my boyfriends ass is. After I cum the first time his ass get so deep and he stops squirming and just let me go to town. Best feeling ever.

By this I assume you are referring to the accounts given by members of their own experiences of being used sexually by adults when they were minors, and their claims that it was a positive formative experience for them or that they enjoyed it. It is difficult to know whether these accounts are all genuine, but if they are, the recounting of them is legitimate. Your or my sensibilities have no bearing on the validity of their lived experience.

Just for giggles, I googled "Club St. Louis". To my utter and unending amazement, they listed something called a "phone number," consisting of ten numerical digits that (as I'm led to understand) allow the use of a relatively newly invented device called the "telephone" as a means of communication. In this miraculous new age in which we live, one takes one's "telephone" and enters the supplied numeric digits, and - wonder of wonders - it provides a real-time form of communication, by transmitted audio signals, with the party in question. Truly, we live in a splendid age. I would imagine one could, with relatively little effort, repeat my online search, discover the number for oneself, and ask whomever accepts the communication on the opposite end a question, such as "When the fuck are you people open?"

Well.. our Alex is no longer a novice. He's working his way though the palace staff quite nicely 🙂 Nice to see the Dowager Queen has her finger on the pulse and knows everything that goes on. It sounds like Alex has a special relationship with her an she will indulge his sexual forays as long as he is discrete. My eyebrows pricked up when I read about the royal warrant. So the jam maker has a cute son?? He might be next on the list of Alex's conquests 🙂

So are you're OK with the illegal drug use, self destructive behavior, and bug chasing? You didn't seem to mention any of those illegal activities.

This site actually has excellent moderators and a seriously responsible webmaster/site owner. You might like to read the actual rules of the forum before dishing out criticism: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/12285-read-this-before-you-post/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/64867-read-this-significant-change-in-rules-effective-31/ Also, if no one reports a post that is against these rules, they have to read all of the posted content in order to catch it. They have lives outside the site, so that's an unreasonable demand on them (though they do read an amazing amount of it!).

On the days when I'm not horny to get fucked anonymously, the very next best thing for me is to get my throat fucked real deep. I've found that the best position for the top to go as deep as possible is with my head hanging off the edge of my bed, and the top mounting it from above like a wet pussy. What's not to love: Amazing view of his balls and ass The feeling of submission is like no other; you can't pull back and just have to take it; one of the most vulnerable positions you can let a man use you in Great smells with his balls usually resting on your nose you can smell his sweaty balls and the musk of his ass Very pleasurable for the top as he can go really deep in that position Only drawback is that it can be uncomfortable for the bottom, especially if the top is aggressive and/or has a huge cock. It is not uncommon to end up with spit all over my face when I do this. But as a good cumdump we relish in the abuse and humiliation, right? It's been real hard finding a top into this kind of position for throat fucking, and also rarely hear bottoms talk about it. So, tops and bottoms, is it something you guys love? Do you hate it? Curious to hear the community's thoughts about this.

(This story originally appeared in 2014 on my now defunct tumblr blog) I was in trouble. I was in very, deep, inescapable trouble. Here I was stranded on the side of the road, because I had ignored the last fuel for (x) number of miles signs back near Gallup. All told this was one of the worst places in America to run out of gas. The nearest town’s highlight was a trailer park full of Mormons and a crater from an ancient meteor strike. No fuel for dozens and dozens of miles. And it was getting dark. I popped the hood under the waning light, and opened the trunk; the universal sign of distress on the road. When I opened the trunk I remembered I had an Obama 08 sticker on the bumper. And an HRC equal sign. Given where I was stranded both of those things could make some serious anger come my way. Before I could really think about what to do, I heard a vehicle approaching behind me. Turning to look I spied a pickup truck slowing down as it passed me, then start backing up. The middle aged guy who got out of the driver’s side was amazing. He was easily six and a half feet tall, broad shoulders, and his arms looked like he could benchpress my skinny hipster ass. “You need a hand, pal?” he asked, his voice was a clear baritone that made me a little weak in the knees. His jeans were packed full at the crotch and so was the plain, stained t-shirt he wore. “Uh… yeah! I kinda fucked up and didn’t fuel up past Gallup.” “That is a pretty good fuck up.” He chuckled jovially, “I live just up the road and have some fuel I could give ya.” “Really?” I asked, almost incredulously, but I didn’t want to offend either. “Sure.” He shrugged, “Only problem is I’m coming off of a twelve hour shift and might not be able to drive ya back here, so if you don’t mind crashing on my couch?” “Sure, thanks… uhh I’m Matt.” I reached out my hand. He smiled and shook it, “I’m Zeke.” I got a little fascincated by the gray that was creeping into his beard. Fuck this guy was hot. There was a bit of an awkward silence which he broke, “You need to grab anything?” I chuckled, “Yeah, just give me a minute.” I reached into the car and grabbed my laptop bag, my accordion and my backpack. I tossed these into the extended cab to his own upturned eyebrow at the bulky leather case. “What’s in the big case?” he asked curiously. “An accordion.” I said without a hint of irony. Here I was, a twenty four year old, college educated, shaggy haired, skinny musician of obscure instruments with a mustache that has seen waxing recently. I was probably so far outside this guy’s experience he’d probably have me hiking back to my car in less than an hour. As he drove and the miles sank by I began to regret brining the accordion, but it was too fucking expensive to leave in a car overnight in the middle of the desert. “So where are you headed, you playing in a band?” he asked. “Yeah, actually.” I said, “I kind of.” I fumbled over some words then got out, “I’m meeting friends in Flagstaff to play a gig in the park downtown tomorrow night. We’d been practicing back in Dallas for a while and I kinda wanted to drive out here to clear my head before the show.” “Cool.” He said, “What kind of music do you guys play?” I smiled a little bit, here we go! “We’re kind of gypsy punk. There’s a guitarist, a drummer and a bass player, but also a violinist, and me on the accordion.” “Oh!” he said with a boom of recognition, “Like Gogol Bordello!” I was stunned. “Yes! Them and Caravan Palace are our huge influences.” “I love Gogol Bordello.” Zeke announced, turning on his blinker, “I drove to Vegas to see them. Great fuckin show!” We turned up a dark dirt road, in the distance I could see the lights of some houses out on the scrub plain, but with the sun down it was hard to tell where the road began and the darkness ended with the headlights. The truck stopped soon in front of a darkened house, maybe a hundred feet off the main road. We got out and Zeke helped me carry my stuff inside his darkened ranch style home. As lights went on I could tell he lived alone. No woman alive would have put up with exposed beams in the walls, and sheets of dry wall stacked in the living room. “Did you just move in?” I asked. “Yeah… five years ago.” He chuckled, “Wanna beer?” “Absolutely.” I set my stuff down near the couch and he passed me a can of Tecate. He’d been living here for five years and hadn’t gotten much done around the house in the interim due to a demanding job all the way down in Globe. “I moved here for the job from Phoenix, but my boyfriend at the time didn’t want to so we called it quits.” Zeke said, “We still get together whenever I’m in town though.” I breathed a sigh of relief after swallowing some beer, “Oh thank the gods!” I leaned back on the plush couch with a chuckle, “I was afraid my queer ass was going to get kidnapped into a Mormon fringe cult!” Zeke laughed, a big throaty laugh, “You read too much Huffington Post!” That little taunt made me laugh, because it was fucking true, “But seriously,” he dead panned, “They’re in the house down the road.” We laughed some more. A television lay dark, and I asked, “Wanna hear some of my band’s recent practice sessions?” he assented and I hooked the laptop to the flatscreen. I kicked off my sandals so I could crouch to see the HDMI port. “You smoke?” he asked. “Not cigarettes.” “Good!” he got up and disappeared down a hallway. By the time he got back I was pressing play on the sound file. It was one we were proud of; a cover of Crowded House’s “Don’t Dream Its Over”. Zeke sat back on the couch with a tray and a bag of weed. I helped pick out the stems and seeds and we smoked. It was some really good bud. “Yeah,” he said lazily, “I have it mailed from a friend in Oregon. It’s the only thing that can help me unwind these days.” “I just jack off.” I admitted, “I can’t afford to smoke good weed, so I just go without most the time.” We were stretched back and listening to the hyper, jazzy punk that was playing on the speakers. It seemed a little odd being juxtaposed with the heady, relaxing buzz now coursing through our brains, but Zeke was really digging it. “I’m gonna hafta come out and see your show tomorrow,” he said, “this is good. This is a lot more punk than gypsy, but I’m loving it.” He said with a smile and stretched out. The couch wasn’t big, so when he spread his arms over the back of the couch he basically had put his arm around me. I smiled and melted into him a little bit, but not too much to be presumptuous. I nestled into his shoulder and puffed on the last of the joint. “You really got it down to the nub.” He said. “Don’t burn yourself, dude.” “I have nimble fingers.” I admitted, with the best side-eye I could muster. He caught it and smiled, and pulled me into him. “Wanna fuck around, kid” he whispered into my ear and I shivered. I put the roach down on the arm of the couch and cupped my hand on his crotch. “Yeah,” I said with a wicked little grin, I groped him, feeling his growing stiffy and not immediately registering just how thick it was becoming, “weed always makes me horny.” He moaned, deep from his diaphragm and turned my face to his. Our lips met open, and immediately our tongues were getting to know each other. My hand went from groping him to his pec, and I squeezed gently. He pushed me back onto the cushions and moved on top of me, mashing our mouths together, and then making a trail down my neck. I groaned, joyfully. Zeke’s hands went under my They Might Be Giants shirt and tugged it off my head, exposing my pale skin, covered in light brown hair. He made another trail down to my left nipple and sucked it hungrily. I gasped over and over again in sheer pleasure. His hands were undoing my belt and unzipping my pants when he went to my right nipple and slowly started to tug down my pants. He met some resistance as the denim bunched up at my mid thighs. He chuckled, “What the… fucking hipster legging crap!” He declared with no small amount of sarcastic bluster as he tore my pants down my legs and threw them across the room. I laughed giddily. I was in a blue pair of cheap underwear I had dyed myself, and he smirked at the little panties. The older man gripped my growing erection through the cloth and began to jack me. His other hand worked into the leg of the undies and started to fiddle with my hole. I was moaning wildly on his couch when his finger entered me. “You get fucked on the regular, boy?” he asked, with no small amount of authority in his voice. “Yes, sir.” I said, knowing exactly where this was going, and wanting to help it along. “Good.” He said, pulling out his finger, “Bathroom’s down that hall on the right, Fleet enemas are under the sink.” He pointed to the hall and I got up and made use of his facilities. Here I was, on some god forsaken stretch of I-40 about to get my fuzzy hipster ass plowed by a hot rural daddy bear. “And put those little fag panties back on when your done in there!” his voice boomed through the house. I shuddered in expectant delight! I finished put my underwear back on and ventured out into the living room. Zeke stood shirtless, packing a bowl. We each took a hit, and after taking the bowl off of me and placing it on the kitchen island that overlooked the living room he pulled me by the neck into a kiss. His hands ventured back into my briefs and his fingers dove into my crack and across my hole. I whimpered into his kiss. Zeke then shoved me over the back of the sofa and shoved my undies aside, exposing my hairy hole. He shoved a finger into the first knuckle and I gasped. His finger was followed by his tongue and I was a quivering mess hanging onto the back of the couch. He continued to tongue and finger fuck me for a good while, spitting into my hole to help things along when needed. Every time I heard him spit and felt the wetness splat against my crack I’d gasp, knowing what he was prepping me for. Finally he pulled away and dragged me off the couch by my waist. He motioned me to my knees and I came face to face with the monster his genetics had made. His dick was wide as a can of Redbull and nearly a foot long. I gaped, not sure what I’m supposed to do with it and its wide dripping piss slit, when he gripped the back of my hair with his fist and sank his cock in. I choked and he said, “Calm down, and take it. You’re not singing tomorrow, right? So fucking take it!” I repositioned his cock, slightly, and swallowed as it approached my gag reflex. His length sank down, but only so far. I was still a few inches away from his pubes. But he let up on me, content with the progress I’d made, “Good boy. That’s how a good boy sucks his daddy’s dick, isn’t it?” I nodded when I came up for air, “Yes, sir.” He smiled, leaned down and kissed me, “Up. Come on.” He said, and led me down the hall, past the bathroom and into a bedroom strewn with clothes, and dominated by a king size bed. He picked me up and tossed my smaller 5’8” frame onto the bed, and climbed on after kicking off his boots. We made out some more, smoked a bowl from a bed side table, and continued making out as I worked his jeans off his legs. “You play raw or wrapped?” he asked. “I’m on cool.” I said, purposefully not answering him, hoping this man I’d just met would take the lead and breed me deep. “Good.” He said with a smile, “I’m undetectable so we should be good.” “Yes, sir.” I continued kissing him, and groped the monster cock between our bodies. He smiled and led kisses down my furry frame, ending again at my asshole. He pushed my legs up and I gripped them in my arms as his tongue renewed its assault. He grew impatient with the cloth obscuring my hole, so he tore the cheap fabric out of his way. I was shocked, but too turned on to give a shit about cheap briefs. I was clearly in the hands of a master. At forty-five Zeke knew well his craft, and was working me in a frenzy. I needed cock. Desperately; as if I was still the seventeen year old virgin who’d never been fucked. “Oh, god, Zeke… please, uuuuhhh.. fuck me…” “What’d you say, boy?” he spit into my hole. “Fuck me!” I said louder. “With what?” he spit once more. “With your cock!” I moaned, sounding like I was crying, “Fuckin, breed me, daddy!” He dug into the side table and came back with a bottle of lube. He spilled some over my asshole and worked in into me with his fingers, while he lubed his dick with the other hand. Zeke positioned himself and pressed the head of his wide cock to my hole and began to press forward. I opened to him, more easily than I ever had for anyone, and I’d never seen a cock as thick as his. I needed to be rimmed this good from now on, I thought as he began to sink his girth within me. “That’s a good boy!” he moaned with a dopey smile on his bearded face. “Oh daddy.” I uttered, higher pitched than I meant, and amazed at how full my ass had become. He bottomed out and bent over between my legs. I let go of my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. Our mouths met again and we wrapped our arms around each others shoulders, pulling us closer together. He began to hump. Gently, but authoritatively. He claimed me at both ends, with cock and tongue, and I moaned into his mouth with appreciation. I hadn’t been taken like this in over a year, not even by the hot middle aged dude I met busking downtown last summer. Zeke picked up the pace and held himself upright with an elbow on either side of my head. I got the feeling he hadn’t had any ass in a while, given that he lived in Chambers, Arizona, hundreds of miles from the nearest gay bar and surrounded by desert. Despite the long absence of raw boy hole in his life, the man above me lasted a good long while. He’d pump furiously into me, his sweat dripping from his body and face, then slow down and lower his mouth to mine. His perspiration tasted marvelous. A delicacy, and I tasted it on our lips. When he’d backed off from his orgasm long enough he’d start up again. Time became an inconstant. It ceased to have any meaning with my ass and prostate under constant assault by this big bear of a daddy. He fucked me silly. I tried to make words, but they just devolved into moans, groans, and long drawn out vowels. I came twice; a torrent each time erupting from my cock and coating the hair on his chest and belly. He scooped some up each time and tasted, loving the taste of pliant boy juice. After the second time, he began to fuck me hard. And he became a lot more aggressive; which was perfectly fine by me! “Open your mouth, you useless hole.” He demanded. When I opened up, he spit into my mouth. I swallowed. “Again.” He said, not missing a punch to my prostate. His next load of saliva missed and hit me on the face. He spit again, hitting me this time square on the tongue. "Swallow it." I did. A strong hand went to the base of my throat while he wrapped his other arms around my neck. Then the jack rabbiting began. I lost all control of myself, and I came again. I nearly blacked out. My eyes refocused on his face, inches from mine. His breath hot on the side of my face as it screwed up tight and he growled, loudly. He held himself balls deep inside me as he unloaded his seed. His teeth clamped down on the side of my neck and bit down. He wanted to mark me, inside and out. Claim me. And all I could do was hang onto him. To wind my arms and legs tighter around him, moan at the hickey he was leaving on my neck, and marvel at how drained dry my balls were. He reached over to a control behind the bed, and the lights went out. We slept there, just as we lay, with his cock deep inside me. The next morning he fucked me again, with no less vigor. Then we made breakfast and went to take care of my car. Back at the house I updated my bandmates on my arrival time, douched again, and we fucked yet another time. This time, with him holding me by the ass against whatever walls and surfaces we could find. We then loaded up his truck and drove to Flagstaff. The show went well, although it wasn’t a big crowd it was very energetic and was picking up what we were putting down. My bandmates met Zeke at the after party in a bar downtown. Terry, the drummer, instantly saw the appeal. Zeke was also enamored with the almond complexion and bright green Mohawk of the Texas born Lebanese drummer. Zeke had made reservations at the Monte Vista and the three of us went back there and had a wild night. Terry was a bit of a spanking bitch, and we had a good time fucking him at both ends. By the end of the night me and Terry had assholes dripping with cum and Zeke had been seriously satisfied. Terry decided to drive back to Dallas with me and we spent two days at Zeke’s house getting our holes reamed. Zeke broke out his leather gear and we became his bitch boys. I got piss showers from both of them and Terry eventually took his fist. We implored Zeke to think about moving to Dallas. I suppose the absence of our willing holes would prove to make a more convincing case. Only time would tell.

What's the point in advertising if it's not gonna get you that load, right? Lucky! I'd have loved to have watched or joined in!

Same here. And that way I love to 'play' for a long time. I love dick in my ass but when the top just pumps away for an hour it starts to get boring. Switch positions, take a break and a have few laughs. Take the initiative too. That way (in a one-on-one) I usually get more than one load from the same guy.

All i can say is WOW. Loved these parts and i truly cannot wait for more. The detail you go into and the turmoil of feelings - granted through substance- gets me rock hard reading this! Many dark thoughts have started going through my head! Im not much of a top - but this makes me hope even more that a certain breeding takes place this week! So horny now! Thank you - and i cant wait for more! Hopefully you can add more before Friday and get me even more in the mood to breed a sissies ass! 😉

I AM A SEX MACHINE! Well sorta, not to brag (I am going to brag). I woke up ready to get me some dick. Did not jerk off wanting to save the load for a deserving man. So I hit the apps, I am shit on the apps, can't seem to get laid to save my life. Finally a guy hits me up wanting to do a group thing. Count me in! Of course I am the only one who shows up. To be expected and also not a big deal cuz the host was hot; stocky, hairy chest and legs, very eatable ass. I was hoping for some flip fucking but didn't really happen. He shot his load about 90 seconds after I mounted him. He let me keep fucking though and I loaded up his hole for him. He was a great kisser so that kept me going and fifteen minutes later I buttered up his ass with a second load of baby batter. He kept on kissing and jerking and ten minutes later I am hard again. I can't stop eating his ass and that makes me want to fuck it even more. My jizz tastes great and its even better served up in a cumdumps well fucked hole. I deliver load number three after another fifteen minutes. That was less than four hours ago and I am hard again writing about it. This guy is definitely going to get bred by me again although I am going to have to insist I get his nut in my ass.

Hi, all. As somebody who is disabled in a wheelchair, I love hearing that there are some people who are open to a disability and able to be sexual regardless of the differences that the disability cause. Us disabled peopld enjoy a good fuck too snd it can be hard to meet guys who can look past the disability.

If you're bottoming, don't expect to be loaded right away - and don't expect every top that fucks you to unload in you. Many tops are only good for one good load before they're spent, so they save it for most of the night. Be patient and stick around as long as you can stand it; hopefully at least 75% of the way through. At some stage, the tops are going to want to cum, and you don't want to be that guy that peaced out after 2 hours dry and disappointed. Also, if you're bottoming, do wear a jockstrap. It's a tell-tale sign that you're there to get fucked. Similar to comments above, based on my personal experience: - Personally, I prep for almost an entire day leading up to an event. No, that doesn't mean I constantly douche myself from morning to night. What that does mean is that I take it easy on the food intake that day of (i.e. no fast food or anything like that), stick to drinking water for quenching thirst, and I prob have a late breakfast and nothing after that except maybe a piece of fruit. Means there's less to douche out later in the evening (which you should still do of course), and little risk of things materialising midway through the evening. - Many places (in London anyway) require the wearing of shoes in the venue. Even for parties where this isn't the case, I'd still wear some anyway. Trainers work best for me, as the socks are where I store other things I need: poppers, lube. - Have your own poppers and lube, and something you can carry them in - i.e. high-top socks. The lubes provided at these venues (if at all) is going to be the generic water based stuff that dries out too easily. Also, be mindful of poppers in a dark venue...I've lost many a cap in the dark that I've struggled to find afterwards. Also, I've got an armband that has a zip in the bask where I can carry some small amount of cash (if there's a cash bar there). - Don't limit yourself to ideal "types". You'll find there's something for everyone, and also that you'll end up playing with (and having the best time with) a guy you would have ordinarily passed over on an app or website. - If you see two guys hand-in-hand (especially in gear), they may be a Dom/sub couple as mentioned by @ErosWired. You will need to approach (or be approached by) this situation differently. If a guy is clearly the sub, err against doing anything to him unless and until given permission. - Also, don't interject yourself into a scene in progress if you haven't been invited to do so. It's one thing for tops to be in a circle taking turns on a bottom (which is fine), but if you can see two guys eye-to-eye, locked in a passionate gaze with one another - DO NOT get between them by touching either one of them in any way. They are having a very intense moment, and you don't want to be the one breaking their rhythm. - And if you are in the sling waiting, and nothing is happening, and a couple guys walks over and asks if they can use it - get out of their way and let them. You can always come back afterwards, and would help if you walked around and tried to find a partner that way.

I spent last week on a gay cruise. One night on the dance floor I hooked up with a mixed race couple I had met two nights before. The black guy, very handsome somewhat stocky, lovely five inch cock perfect for sucking, white guy short, bearded, gorgeous pelt, monster dick. We danced a long time. I traded blow jobs with the black guy on the dance floor. Eventually we went back to their room where he had to wake up the husband to see if he wanted to play. He did. I had to take several hits of poppers to manage white guys big dick. He filled me up completely, felt amazing. Loved the way his husband enjoyed the show. We made out while his husband fucked and bred my hole. Never any mention of condoms. Then they traded and I got to feast on monster dick while finally getting some black dick in my hole (its been a while). I spent the night in their cabin and slept like a baby. Big dick fed me his morning load while his husband fucked me. I made sure to give them my number.

Sooo true! Every bathhouse and sex party has this guy. Somebody stick a dick in his mouth please! The only thing I would add is don’t be too clingy. When I am at a party I like to sample a lot of cock and ass. Sometimes a guy will attach himself basically cock blocking me from enjoying more dicks. At the same time if I really have the hots for a guy I try not to monopolize him. He’s probably the for the same reason.

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.

A new favorite. As was said it is hard to find willing tops, but if I can get him to do it, the feeling of power and control is overwhelming. Can't ask for anything better.

Just had one of the best blow-jobs ever! A 22 year old ginger lad off Daddyhunt - he sucked me really well, licked my balls and even pushed his tongue up my arse and licked me for a while before finishing me off with his mouth. I shot a big load into his mouth and he swallowed the lot. He really wants me to fuck him and wants it bare but he's just a little hesitant as he's not been fucked for a while. I got to finger his ginger hole as he sucked me and it feels nice and tight - seeing him again next week and really hoping to get my cock (and my cum) up him!

Setting aside any cultural aspects, It’s not specifically black men but people in poorer neighbourhoods who are disproportionately at risk of HIV and often these poorer communities are made up of people of colour. Less public health money spent on STD education in poorer neighbourhoods and poorer schools = higher infection rates and also more stigma. Less public health money also means fewer drives to distribute free condoms. Less health screening to identify people with HIV and helping them get affordable treatment means the virus remains transmissible etc. If you have money or better access to socialised medicine you’re more likely to use condoms of be able to get tested regularly or, when infected, reduce your viral load to make it undetectable. Without that access, poorer communities - not exclusively black but with significant numbers of people of colour - will always be at greater risk.

I am still good friend with my ex-boyfriend. Two years ago I was at his place with his best friend, all of us single. Then the best friend asked my ex: "well as you are not together anymore, maybe I could fuck him". My ex answered "No. Not him." Nothing happened but I still feel horny about how they spoke together like I had no word to say about it.

I went over to the couch and managed to pick Katie up and take her to her bedroom. She flopped down on the bed and sighed. I got changed into something more comfortable, just a tank top and shorts, when I closed the drawer the container of poppers rolled out from under another pair of shorts. My cock twitched, betraying me, I put the tiny bottle in my pocket. As I exited the room I set up her umbrella against her door so if she opens it, I'll hear it and have enough warning. I enter the living space to find Cory and Stephen on the couch kissing and playing with each other. Stephen called me over. "Hmm, you need a better outfit, Cory," he said patting him on the ass "go give him something to wear." Cory smiled and got up and pulled me to the bedroom. "Have you ever worn a jock strap?" he said opening a drawer. "No is that those ass-less things?" "Yes, Damn you straight boys are boring nowadays. Here." he handed me a tiny piece of fabric. "lets see it". I slowly dropped my shorts and stepped into the jock, pulling it up all the way. It felt super strange, very exposed. "Really? Nasty pig?" I said finally reading the words on the strap. "I saw you that night, you're a nasty pig, just in training. Put this tank top on." I put the tight tank top on, grabbed my shorts and walked out to Stephen with Cory behind me. "Atta girl, I just let Danny into the building, you should let him in." As he finished that sentence the door opened and there stood Danny smiling. "Oh what a great surprise!" he said walking up to me, inspecting and circling me. His hand rested on the waistband and traveled along the rim to my back, he dropped his hand and gave my ass a squeeze. "On your knees bitch, I haven't cum yet today I'm over due." I got on my knees in front of him, I could see a bulge in his shorts. "He is not a big guy, there's no way his cock is this big" I thought to myself. "Come on sweetie, bring out your treat" I reached up and tucked my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulled down, He cock sprang free from his underwear underneath and gently slapped my cheek. My mouth opened a bit in surprise. And then I realized I must have looked like one of those countless porns with "cock reactions" from the girls. "Go slow first, kiss all over my cock." I did as I was told, kissing the base, the underside, the sides and of course the head. His hand started to gently caress my head, running through my hair. "Lets go to the couch." Danny said stepping over to the couch and sitting next to Stephen. Stephen patted the couch next to him and I got on my knees facing him and Danny, reaching over Stephen to take Danny's massive cock into my mouth. Stephens hand rubbed my lower back, my ass and my legs. Danny's cock tasted freshly washed and was really putting a strain on my mouth and jaw, I'm barely in it. Danny's hands helped guide my head up and down his shaft. I did my best to take him as deep as I could, but I couldn't help but gag. He was gentle about it, when I would gag he would let up and slow down. He seemed to get close and he stopped me, "He needs some loving too." I felt a mouth press against my exposed asshole and a hand fished my cock out of the jock strap. then Stephens hand grabbed my hand, I was jacking Stephen off with my free hand, as I started to go down on Danny again trying my best to make him cum. Cory was jerking my cock while eating my ass, I had never felt a sensation like it before, his tongue working in and out, all around my puckered hole. Danny got worked quickly, moaned and grabbed my head again forcing my head down as he came into my mouth. Stream after stream coating my mouth, they were right, it was sweet. Stephen extended his legs and sighed, his foot kicking my shorts and I heard the bottle of poppers leave the pocket and roll across the floor, and everything stopped, I gulped. "You dirty slut, when were you planning on taking those?" Stephen said. "Right now" Danny said. "Go get it on your hands and knees" he said playfully slapping my face. I stepped down to the floor and crawled across the room to grab the poppers. I turned around and all three guys had their cocks in their hands gently stroking and watching me. "Go ahead". I shook the bottle, took a hit and was starting to feel really good. "Go to the bathroom and get in the tub you nasty pig" Danny said. Stephen and Cory both acted excited, "ooooo" and they got up and went to their bedroom as I got up and went to the bathroom, Danny following me with a hand on my ass. As we entered the bathroom Danny practically slammed the door, he pinned me against it and said "Have you ever kissed a guy?" I shook my head no. "You kiss me like I'm your girlfriend and I might let you leave this bathroom dry." I leaned down to meet his lips and quickly his tongue entered my mouth, we kissed for quite a while and other than the bit of scruff I'm not used to, it was pretty hot. My cock was pressing against the jock strap. Danny stopped the kiss, reached for my hand where the poppers were and lifted it up. "take 2 hits, 1 in each nostril. Then tell me you what you think I brought you in here for" I took the two hits as told and I could feel my inhibitions leave me. "You were going to piss on me?" I asked. "Do you want me to piss on you?" "I want you to do what you want," came out of my mouth. "what the fuck" I thought. "In the tub piggy" he said giving my ass a big slap. I opened the curtain and climbed in the tub getting on my knees. "You don't have to drink it all but you do need to try 1 mouthful." he said. I stared up at him and saw him relax as he let out a sigh. a stream of off clear piss trickled to my knees, up to my thighs, getting more powerful as he went up my body to my face, I opened my mouth and let it fill up. I tried to swallow but it was tough, as I struggled to figure it out. He let the stream wet my hair and continue to coat my body. *Clunk* I came to my senses. The umbrella I set up in Katies room had fell over. She's awake. There was a knock at the door. Danny called out, "1 second sweatheart". He motioned to open my mouth again, his stream filling my mouth. I swallowed it, he handed me the poppers and said "2 more hits". "Fuck" I thought, "what is he going to do!" he flushed the toilet clocked the curtain and opened the door. "Hey sweetie here you go." and I heard Katie enter the bathroom, sit and use the toilet. I was terrified, sitting in the tub less that 3 feet away, in a jock strap, covered in piss. I lifted the bottle to my nose and took a slow and deep hit of the poppers. Katie sniffled, finished, got up and left the bathroom, I heard her go back to her room and shut the door. I relaxed in the tub. I can't believe I didn't get caught. The door opened again and I practically jumped. "Oh. My. God." I heard Stephen say, "I can't believe you didn't get caught." "I know me too" I said about to get up. "Ah ah ah, stay there, we have to go you nasty little piggy" Both Cory and Stephen were standing there, semi soft cocks in hand pointed at me. The streams started to flow in the same way Danny's started, on my knees, all the way up to my face. "Did you drink Danny down?" Cory asked. I nodded. "Then open up" Stephen said. My mouth quickly filled with their piss and spilled all over me. they were done faster than Danny. "Danny wanted to fuck your ass but wanted to know if you ever tested POZ." "I tested negative last week." "Oh fuck" Cory said. "Isn't that a good thing?" I asked. "Yes," Stephen said, "Unless Thomas finds out, then he won't rest until he converts you" "Let's hope he never finds out then" I said standing up. "We're happy you're neg...for now. We have a lot of friends that want a piece of your ass." Cory said. "Yeah it will be a lot easier to share you" Stephen said. "That's funny guys, we'll see." "Rinse off and join us tonight. We get a piece first"

"Hey babe, hopefully you weren't waiting long today." Katie came into her room, dropped her laptop bag and sat on the edge of the bed. "The guy's friends have been asking about you all week! You must have been the life of the party last weekend!" "Really? haha.." I said nervously, "who has been asking?" "Literally every guy they've hung out with this week has asked if you were home. Danny, Matt, you name it they all wanted to hang out with you" "Oh that's weird, I mean I chatted with them a bit but nothing crazy." "Are you sure they didn't see you naked or anything? Did they see anything they liked?" He said playfully rolling over and giving my cock a rub through my shorts. Before I could say anything she got up and picked up her small purse. "I'm hungry, lets go get something" and went out into the living room with her roommates. I grabbed my phone, wallet and keys and followed. I was nervous as fuck, did someone spill the beans? We left the apartment and when we got down to the car I told Katie I needed to use the bathroom. I ran upstairs and went into the living room, I didn't even know how to confront the roommates about this. I just let it out. "Katie asked if your friends saw anything they liked at the party last weekend! Who said something" "Woah there got my ass fucked last weekend, no one said anything. We were here the whole time, and we didn't say anything. She must have been joking." Stephen said standing up and walking to me. "BUT, it's getting really hard to keep the secret, you're the talk of the town. you're lucky Thomas didn't know your name" "What the f-" "We've kept it for you so far but we want some fun don't we babe." Cory stood up smiling and went into their bedroom. he came back out with lube and a butt plug and handed them to Stephen. "Lower your shorts and bend over, you'll wear this out to dinner. If you don't, we text a guest of our party that you are here tonight and want more than Katie can give you." I wanted to keep things simple, the less I have to explain to Katie the better. I lowered my shorts and bent over. Stephen put lube on the toy and pressed it against my hole. My ass rejected the toy over and over, I am still very tight. "Goddamn, Hey Cory he needs some help." Cory got up and went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of poppers and put it under my nose. I took a hit and immediately felt the effects. Cory placed one hand on the small of my back and slowly pressed the plug in, It felt bigger than it looked. I stood up and turned around, pulling my pants up. Stephen was still holding the plug I saw Cory come in the room with. "What's in my ass if you're still holding the plug?" I said reaching around to feel. "Its remote controlled sweetie", he held up his phone and there was a switch with numbers along side it. "Remember, it stays in your ass the entire time you're out or you might have a guest tonight." "What do you mean remote controlled" His finger went up to the phone and he dragged the cursor from 0 to 10. My ass started vibrating, with a strong sensation right above my dick in my lower stomach. "Are you serious I have to wear this all night!?" "All night" Cory said watching like a little kid at a ball game. "I don't know if he'll make it babe, who are we going to text tonight?!" "He's right, the entire time you're out. and we'll be having fun with this!" He turned me around by my shoulders and gently pushed me out the door. Dinner tasted good, but my mind was elsewhere, Katie was telling me about work and I couldn't concentrate. Luckily the guys didn't have as much fun with the toy as I thought they were, but they definitely got me changing my tone of voice once or twice, and Katie only once wondered what the vibration sound was from. Instead of Ubering home Katie wanted to walk because she's always sitting at work. I felt like every guy we walked past either knew I was the guy Thomas bred, or that I had a plug in my ass. We got back to the apartment and Katie went into the bathroom. I walked over to the couch, "Wow good job!" Stephen said turning me around and feeling the plug still in my ass. "Ok Fine... let's take it out but will you wear the smaller one?" he said with puppy dog eyes. "Seriously? Do I have to" "No I guess not, but let's hang out tonight us 4 and have some drinks, play a game or two." "I'll suggest it to Katie when she gets out" As soon as Katie exited the bathroom Cory practically tackled her. "Shots!??" He said grabbing her shoulders excitedly. She laughed and said sure let's do it. She's a light weight so about 4-5 shots of tequila in she was talking silly and saying we should go out clubbing. Sure enough with some board games turned into drinking games and passed out on the couch. I was nervous for what was in store for me. Cory went and grabbed a small glass from the cupboard, "You've had a load in your ass, but you've never tasted cum have you?" "No I definitely haven't" "What!?" Stephen said, "You haven't even tried your own?!" "No I haven't it always seems weird after I cum." "Well you're in for a treat." Stephen said patting me on the shoulder, "Us three are going to cum in that glass, and you're going to drink it, or we call a party guest." "How are we going to cum in the glass?" I sighed and said. "We'll go easy, just stroking ourselves and finish into the glass but you have to drink it after you cum in it to." "Fine. it won't kill me, but I don't know if I can handle a guest" We all pulled out our cocks and holy crap, They were both very... gifted, Cory cut and Stephen uncut, both bigger than my cock and standing taller than I've ever seen. They got to work smiling to each other and occasionally closing their eyes as they got to business. Cory came first and it dribbled into the glass, a good amount thick and very white. Stephen took a bit longer but when he came I thought he was going to wake up Katie and for a second thought he'd fill the glass. stream after stream it was unbelievable. I struggled. I finally got hard but it was so weird masturbating in front of guys let alone my girlfriends roommates. "I don't think I can tonight guys" I said, my cock flopping down. "That's ok, just drink ours." Cory said handing me the glass. I took a big sigh and went to throw it back like a shot. "Ah, ah ah! we want to see it in your mouth!" Stephen said. I lifted the glass and took it all in and showed them their cum in my mouth. It was sweet, salty but it stung my tongue and the back of my throat. The guys celebrated and wanted to know how I liked it. I told them it wasn't bad and was easier than the shots of alcohol. "That's good news" Cory said, "Go take Katie to bed and we'll call Danny over, he has the sweetest cum. "What!?" I exclaimed, "but I drank your guy's cum, like you said!" "We know, but we wanted all three of our cum loads in there. You'll be sucking your first dick tonight! We're so excited for you!"

Depends on how we've been fucking up until where i'm about to shoot. If we've been fucking hard I will probably make a few deep, hard thrusts as i'm shooting. If it's been a more intimate session it might be a bit more of a 'one final thrust' then being mostly still as my load begins it's journey up inside him.

Father's rutting cock was pistoning out of Andrews hole, the thick demon cock churning his now loose hole. Andrew was in bliss, he was finally worshiping his uncle, the way he knew he needed too. Suddenly Fathers grip tightened around his throat, choking him. Father's ruts and grunts became more desperate, suddenly Andrews uncle stepped away. Andrew didn't mind, he knew what was about to happen. He knew it was time for him to convert to this new demonic church. Father's cock slammed into Andrew, causing him to cry out. Again, and again the thick demonic cock stretched Andrew, and turned his tight boy hole into a real man cunt. "Please Father, please breed me" Andrew begged the heaving hooded man. "YOU WANT THE GIFT" He yelled, his deep voice booming in the dark of the church. "Poz me Father, knock me up! I want your poz gift Sir" Father roared, slamming into Andrew. He could feel Father as he pumped a massive load deep into Andrew, bucking hard as his tiny cock spewed onto the mattress. Andrews breath was ragged, being rutted into by the hooded man, as he pumped the last of his demonic seed into the now defiled Andrew. Andrew looked up, his body reeling in a high, he locked eyes with his Uncle. Feeling Father now pull slowly from Andrews ruined cunt, he could feel the weight of the piercings drag out of him. He needed more, he couldn't go back to feeling empty. Andrew knew what he wanted, and now converted by Father he knew he could finally be with his Uncle. Staring dead into the eyes of his Uncle, he watched as slowly Dom paced the edge of the mattress. Changing places with Father, Dom looked down at the ruined hole before him. It gaped from the demon cock that had defiled it, dripping in toxic cum. Taking his PA, holding it to the opening he dipped it into the cum ridden cunt before him. He slammed in, forcing his was deep into his nephew. Feeling the boy gave way, he held him down with his superior strength pushing him into the mattress. Andrew moaned as he felt his Uncle punch deep into him, groaning as he felt his uncles PA drag inside him. Andrew tears down his face, as his uncle mercilessly hammered into his hole. Screaming into the mattress and he rammed his already loose hole. "Here brother smoke this" Poz Pig was above him, holding out the pipe to Andrews lips. Greedily he wrapped his lips around Poz Pigs glass cock and took a big hit, and another. Holding the pipe to his lips, Poz Pig smirked, Father like the converters lucid, Poz Pig liked them destroyed. Andrew was now puffing away, a cloud perpetually surrounded him, he was so fucking high. He began to meet his uncles thrusts feeling the cock fuck in Father's load. Sweat was running off his uncle, his manly scent filled Andrews nose, he knew this was where he needed to be. The pipe, again was put to Andrews lips, he had little resistance now. Andrew collapsed again, his uncles hammering into his hole now reaching climax. Andrew was in a blissful state, he knew he was about to get his Uncles strain aswell, he could barely think. lying there taking cock in that blissful state, he felt his Uncle shout slamming deep into him again. "Fuck, take that poz load fag!" Dom shuddered as he shot his load into his nephew and pulled out, filling his own flesh and blood with his strain. He was so proud to have his nephew in the cult, a stranger quickly replaced him, plunging into the loose and loaded hole. It was the congregations turn to add their loads, he knew it would be a day or so before Andrew made it home. He looked down at his nephew, lying there in chemmed bliss, Poz Pig shotgunning him. Boy probably had no idea his Uncle was leaving him there, one of the brothers would drop him off at the house when he was done being fucked. Dom turned towards the church doors, now wearing a pair of joggers. He would be looking forward to having a new fag permanently on call.

I agree here. Having a bottom tell me or beg me to cum when I'm no where near cumming is a turn off and I just need to fuck longer. I usually try to say something like, "I'll tell you when I'm close, THEN you can beg for my load." Which is true, when I'm at that point of no return, having the bottom beg for it then is good. And I usually don't need a long time to cum. The typical 10-30 minutes is usual. A longer session would be 40 mins to an hour if I'm really in to it. When it starts to get towards an hour, the orgasm is sometimes painful. However, recently, it's been taking a LOT longer. I started a medication where the side-effect is to delay my ability to cum. It now takes at least an hour. Every time. Sure, occasionally that's nice. But, if just need a quick "toss off", it is completely frustrating. It's also tiring (and not in a good way). My poor husband enjoys getting fucked but not THAT long. But he's a trooper! I'm sure he'd let me plow through but I see his discomfort and will stop fucking and then he'll help me while I jack off. The past few times, even though it's been over an hour, the orgasms are incredibly intense and the pleasure overrides the pain. (Well, one time I had pain in my toes because it was so intense my toes curled and cramped! We both had a great laugh about that! LOL) Looking forward to the self-isolation to be over so we can get some of our slutty playmates over who will gladly take a long fuck from me.

When I fuck a hole, I like it loose and lubed...preferably with another man’s cumload.