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I've been wearing this same jock to the gym for the last 2 weeks (5x/week), including under my bikini while I tan (I love tan lines). Sometimes I go into my home dressing room during the work day to take a big whiff, and DAMN I smell good. Anyone else do that?

I wrote about this several years ago, here on BreedingZone. But, I'll do the cliff notes version here. About 10 years ago, I frequented a very small ABS in Honolulu. The arcade only had 5 booths with 2 glory holes. One day, I arrived there just after it opened at 10am. I was the only one in the store, except for the store clerk. He was an attractive black man in his early 50's. I went into the arcade and began to watch some films. I heard someone enter the arcade. I looked through the glory hole to see if I could see who was in the arcade. Through the hole and through the open door of the booth next to mine, I could see the clerk in the arcade hall, leaning against the wall, stroking his cock. He motioned for me to join him in the hallway. I left my booth and went to him, dropped to my knees and began to suck his cock. He stopped me and said, stay here. I'll lock the front door. He locked the door and then came back to the arcade. He pulled his pants and briefs down to his ankles and I again sucked him until I could taste his precum. Then he told me to drop my pants and bend over. I did it, he spit on my hole a few times and on his cock, while I sniffed my poppers. He slid up into me and fucked me hard and deep for several minutes before he filled my hole with his seed. I found that if I arrived at the store just as he was opening up, he'd always be able to come back into the arcade to fuck me. The store would start to get busy around noon. By then it was too late to have the privacy, so that he could fuck me. But, I got nearly a dozen of his loads in me before the store eventually closed down. There were also times he would give a customer he knew the "heads up" that I was back in the arcade and would let them breed me. 3 or 4 times I had guys come to the arcade and tell me the clerk told them I'd let them fuck me. I always appreciated it. It was a sad day when that store closed.

Part 1: Team Training If there’s one thing that conditioned my life-long fixation on guys in speedos, it’s the fact that I lost my virginity way back when on our water polo club team. Both Brent and Kyle had matured earlier than the rest of us. Both had man-sized muscles where the rest of us had slender sinewy builds. Both had mats of fur covering their chests and bellies – and that’s another thing that’s always turned me on. Both had firm round muscular butts, hefty balls, and cocks that were prominent even when they were soft. All of those attractions looked phenomenal when accented by tight red speedos with white side stripes on them. Those two guys gave me all kinds of hot jerk-off fantasy moments. One day, after practice, Coach wanted me to spend 10 extra minutes drilling on some of my skills. Coach Graham was another fantasy come to life, with his pumped-up physique, bulging basket, awesome muscular ass – and his chosen deck attire of too-small speedos and a skin-tight t-shirt. Just looking at him made my dick begin to swell, so I had to avert my eyes whenever I was anywhere near him. After I’d finished the extra drills, I headed for the showers while Coach locked up the pool behind me. As I opened the door that led to the shower room, I heard some loud, animalistic grunts and moans. I stopped dead, listened for a moment, and then heard Brent’s unmistakable deep, gruff voice: “You like my big rod all the way up inside your ass.” “Oh, yeah… give it to me… pound me harder.” Then came some loud slapping sounds. I peered cautiously around the corner. Kyle was bent over, leaning his hands against the wall, with his speedo down around his ankles, and Brent was pounding up against his ass. I’d never seen a sight like that before, although I’d sure dreamed about it, so I had no trouble deducing where Brent’s cock was buried. He was leaning over Kyle, biting at his neck as he slammed deep into the furry butt under him, over and over again. I could see Kyle’s big dick sticking right up in front of him, with juice dripping off the tip as Brent plowed into him. Of course, my dick was also standing right up towards my abs by this time, and I had pulled it out of my speedo and wrapped my hand around it. As the two guys in front of me fucked like animals I was pulling on my tool for all I was worth, feeling the pre-cum getting between my fingers, and knowing that before long I was going to blast off. But so were the two studs under the shower. Kyle let out a loud moan and cried, “Fuuuck!” A moment later his erect dick leaped up and down twice and then squirted a jet of cum that hit the wall above his head. That damn cock kept convulsing, over and over, firing bolts of cum against the wall. And I could tell Brent was feeling it. His strokes got ragged, he gave a loud roar, slammed all the way in and held it there as his cock pumped shot after shot of his hot juice into Kyle’s muscular, hairy ass. And that’s when I lost control and began shooting at the wall across from me, giving a cry of lust as I came. Brent and Kyle both looked around. “Shit!” That was Kyle’s comment. “Waste of a good load,” Brent added. Then Kyle again: “Pete, get over here and let me clean that mess for you.” I didn’t have to be asked twice. I crossed the room and let Kyle chow down on my throbbing tool. Brent resumed his pumping action, churning his hot load to foam inside Kyle’s hole. We only calmed down after we’d all shot a second load. And that’s how it started. It was my first experience of man-to-man sex, but I knew right away that I would never make it with a girl. I’d found my place. After our next practice, those two furry studs began teaching me how to suck cock, and how to slowly work my rock-hard dick into a guy’s ass. Kyle’s hole was tight and warm and wet, and it felt incredible the first time I sank my 8-inch dick all the way into him. I’d never felt anything as incredible as Kyle’s man-pussy gripping me, and I shot on about the fourth stroke into his firm round ass. But I didn’t even lose my hard-on after cumming, and I gave him two more hot loads that afternoon. Over the next couple of years, we all developed our skills – in the pool and out of it. Coach Graham really knew his sport backwards, and he worked us at high intensity, training us and our club-mates into a team that could hold its own with the best among the other clubs. After practice, we kept up with our other training too. Brent and I spit-roasted Kyle frequently. We enjoyed trading places and giving Kyle our seed at both ends. Or I’d get down on the floor under Kyle and suck on his uncut dick while Brent rammed him, reaching up and playing with Brent’s big bull balls as I sucked Kyle’s load and swallowed it. That was in the showers at the pool. And we kept right on doing it after we went off to college, where all three of us got spots on the college team. But then there was the Friday night when I ran into Kyle at the campus pub, when we were both on our second beers of the evening. It was a pretty dead Friday night, hardly any of our friends were there, and I was getting bored. Kyle could see that, and suggested we head for his apartment since his roommates were away for the weekend. We cracked two more beers when we got there, but those brews never got more than a taste before we were all over each other. We’d never done any kissing when we fucked at the pool, but I quickly found out that Kyle loved kissing – and after a minute or so I could understand exactly why. We sat on his couch and made out for about 20 ecstatic minutes before he stood up and led me into the bedroom. We undressed each other, and I found that Kyle was wearing a black speedo a couple of sizes too small under his clothes – and the pouch off that suit was soaking wet. He gave me a wicked grin, and said, “It keeps me under control and holds my dick in place when I’m out in public and see a hot guy.” His big hard dick was pressed up against his belly but couldn’t stick out. I undid the strings and slid that tight swimsuit off his hips. We fell onto the bed, stroking each other’s naked bodies as we kept making out. I had my hand on his dick and started sliding it up and down. Kyle went down on me, sucking my throbbing cock deep into his throat. Then he started working his way around my tool in a half-circle until his big boner was staring me right in the face. I opened my mouth and took him in, relishing the incredible sensations of feeling a hot mouth on my cock which was matching my every move on his. It was my first 69, and it was great – especially the feeling of a hot dick convulsing and spewing its load into my throat at the exact moment mine was firing off into Kyle’s hot sucking mouth. But then, that one load wasn’t enough to satisfy either of us. Before long, Kyle had my boner buried to the hilt inside his talented fuckhole and was teaching me some positions we hadn’t tried in the pool showers. That night, within the course of two more loads, Kyle had ridden my dick while I lay on my back, both forwards and reverse, and he’d taken me from behind as my little spoon. That position made me spew my load deep inside him, and that was when he told me he wanted me to lick his ass and suck my cum back out of him. At first, I thought that sounded weird, but he soon persuaded me. In a few moments I had my face buried right inside his crack, my tongue lashing over his hole, and then digging right into him and slurping my hot jizz out of his butt. “Don’t swallow it, Pete! Come here and swap it with me!” So we did that, passing my cum back and forth between us, and then I licked his jizz up off his abs and added it to the mix as we kissed. The best of all came after I’d eaten his ass. Once I got hard again (takes no time at all when you’re young and horny), that’s when he lay back, pulled his legs up to his shoulders, and taught me how we could fuck and make out at the same time. Lying down right on top of his furry body, belly to belly, chest to chest, while I pumped my painfully-hard cock in and out of his muscular ass was an unbelievable turn-on. We were kissing frantically, tongues swirling between our mouths, as I fucked him deeply and the moment when we came together – well, it may have been my third load of the night, but it was the wildest orgasm I’d ever had in my life. We fell asleep cuddled together. In the morning, I woke up to the unmistakable sensation of a tight ass riding up and down on my cock, as Kyle’s gifted muscles drew yet another load out of my rock-hard morning wood. That wild night repeated itself several times during the rest of the spring semester. Each time, I went around all day Saturday and Sunday with my dick and balls aching from working double overtime like that – and I’ll bet Kyle’s ass didn’t feel a bit better. Meanwhile, Brent kept begging off from joining us – he was up to his eyebrows in work with his pre-med courses. Or so he said.

Sniffing on a warm just removed used jock or underpants whilst being fucked is way better than a bottle of poppers for me.

Used to have a profile at a forum called Jockstrap Locker Room. One thing in particular I liked about that forum was the ability to buy or swap used, seeded and scented jocks with other men. Damn, I got some of my best jocks from those horny swaps in there 😈

If you are going to wear a jock either as regular underwear or at the gym they must never see the inside of a washing machine. They should absorb all the musk, sex smell, sweat, piss and cum stains that come out of a man's body. I've got several jocks that I wear on an occasional basis that I have had for years and have never been washed. I keep them in bags to make sure the stink doesn't escape. I used to belong to Jockstrap Locker Room too and I met a local guy with whom I used to swap jocks, wear them for a few months and then send them back. It was so fuckin hot having another man's stink mixing with mine.

Not much better than a jock that's holding onto the smell of a man. It's fucking perfect.

When the Boyfriend Won't Do It Monday morning I woke up with Gabriel looking at me. "I hope Antoine wasn't too much of a bother last week. I was surprised he wasn't trying to hookup the whole time he was here. He used to be horny every second he was awake" he said. "He did say he really missed seeing you, so maybe he put it aside so he could spend time with you. I did see him on his phone a lot, but you know how it is if you can't host..." I replied. Gabriel nodded and I added "Antoine didn't miss out completely... I found out he's a good cocksucker" and grinned back at him. Gabriel chuckled and shook his head. "Next time, try his ass. He's an even better bottom. I kinda hoped that you'd fuck him while I was at work, but if it didn't happen..." he said. I just replied by rolling on top of him, raising his legs and plowing my morning wood into his ass. It was a quick fuck since I had an early morning call, but he got the load I wanted to give Antoine the day before. As I laid on top of him after sex, letting my heart slow back down, he said "I doubt he's still neg the way he fucked around unless he's a shitload luckier than I was." I chuckled to myself but wasn't going to say any more. I hadn't heard anything from Chase the past week and figured that he was busy dealing with his roommates or out looking for the next guy to charge up. Things got a little busy at work with phone calls, conference calls and the endless emails. I was able to talk to Marc for the first time since he got sick. "That was the worst flu I have ever had. Both of us were sick, but I think Sebastian got the worst of it. The doctors tested and it wasn't covid, which surprised me since people were coughing all the time at the airports and on the planes. Whatever it was, we caught it" he said. I bit my tongue and didn't tell him what to test for, figuring he would eventually find out as his other sex partners would come down with the same flu. Since it was a work call, we quickly dropped the talk of his fight with the bug and were off trying to get synced back up with our work project. Monday night Gabriel and I stayed in, curling up on the couch and watching a movie. We ended up in bed right after and had a hard fuck before we passed out, still covered in sweat and cum. Tuesday I got a text from Chase that he'd taken both Tyler and Z to the clinic to get tested. He was scared at the outcome but he knew they needed to know. I woke up Thursday morning, dragging even worse than I had the past week. The night sweats were back, which seemed to happen every couple months since I ran out of meds, but usually were gone a few days later and this had lasted for several days already. I hoped that by the weekend I'd be back to normal. Even so, I was horny. That part was pretty normal. Except for the week I spent in the hospital after I broke my leg on my one and only dirt bike experience, every day after puberty I was horny. By the time I got home, I needed to find someone to drop a load into. The sites didn't seem to have anyone other than guys reading profiles. Over on the apps, it wasn't much better. I spotted one guy but he disappeared. He popped back in and I read his profile again, but more thoroughly. Most of his attributes looked good, he was a shorter otter, kind of skinny but with an inviting ass. While he was a few years older than me, I never considered that a problem. In some ways, he reminded me of an older version of Chase. And then he was gone. I cycled around and got a few nibbles but it seemed most guys were just looking at pics. My balls were getting restless and I was afraid I was going to end up watching porn and jacking off. My attention was now on a new site and I'd just finished writing the same profile I had on countless other places when I got a ding from an app. It was the otter and I took another look at his profile before reading the message. Versatile, neg and didn't care about status clicked all of my quickly diminishing standards. "hey like ur profile u lookin or just beatin off 2 pics?" he asked. "LOL, I think I'm the only guy wanting to hookup on any app. hbu?" I replied. "U found 1 more u only top? flip?" was his first question. "Top & bare only. Never pull out so ur goin 2 get bred if we fuck" I sent back, hoping to cut some of the banter out. "wow no bs from u lol I like that u undet? into long or quick?" he continued. "No meds 4 over a year. balls full n really just wanna quick fuck" I replied. "damn u must b really toxic never takin a hot load since bf is undet" the otter said. "BF? open or cheating? feels the same until the bug gets u" I responded. I really didn't care, but I always found a cheating guy much hotter. "kinda cheating he wouldn't go off meds to poz me so im lookin elsewhere" came his answer a few minutes later. "1 fuck prob wont do it but u sure?" I asked. "yah maybe ill get lucky" he replied. He was several blocks away but I didn't have anything better to do and I really did need to dump my seed in someone and his ass was way better than my hand. He met me outside the building and I followed him up. It was a nice apartment but not overly decorated. There were lots of pictures around and almost all were of the same two guys. His boyfriend was a cute cubby guy, almost twice his size but just a few inches taller. The boyfriend had a full, bushy beard to the otter's perennial scruff, but you could tell both were damn hairy under whatever clothes they had on. "Uh... let's fuck here. I don't want him to smell another guy on our bed" he said, looking around. I chuckled, remembering I had the same thought with Antoine. He pushed the table away from the couch and started to strip. I took that as my cue and did the same. Some guys that cheat treat their hookups like their partners and others have strict limits on how intimate they want to be. The otter fell into the latter camp and just wanted to suck and get fucked. He was on his knees on the floor, next to the couch as soon as he was naked. I stood in front of him, my cock getting harder by the second. The otter looked up at me and I loved the conflicted look in his eyes. It was part desire and part fear. I wasn't sure if the fear was from the possibility of him getting pozzed or caught cheating. "First toxic load?" I asked. He nodded yes. "Ever cheat on your boyfriend?" I then asked. "First time with this one..." he said, dropping his head. "Nothin to be ashamed about. You're just getting something your boyfriend won't give you. It can bring you together or drive you apart" I said, holding my cock to his lips. "You wanna stop?" I asked. "Uh... no. I need this" he replied, opening his mouth and taking the first few inches of my cock in. Once his tongue started to swirl around my dick, most of his uncertainty disappeared. After the second minute, he got more and more into sucking my dick and my dick responded. Soon it was fully rigid and I wrapped my hand around the back of his head, pressing just a little bit to push the tip into his throat. The first few times he gagged a little but then I heard him breathe deep and the next time I slid in. A few more times and my balls were on his chin. He lasted a couple seconds before sliding back, gasped for air and then went for another try. This time, I felt his nose press into my pubes and his throat grip my cock. A few seconds later, he let go of my cock and slowly pulled back, an audible "pop" sounding as the end of my cock pulled free of his lips. The otter looked up, wordlessly asking if I was satisfied. "Mmm, good. All the lube you need. Now turn around" I said coldly. He turned and faced the front door as I knelt down behind him. He moaned lightly as I guided my cock between the two hairy mounds and up against his hole. My right arm wrapped around his neck and I brought his back to my chest. I could feel him pant and I tightened my grip a little more. "Whatcha want?" I whispered in his ear "Fuck me" he said, nervously. "And? I whispered back. There was a few second pause and then "Breed me... Poz me up" he said a moment before I firmly pushed my cock into his hole. It felt a little slick but he was looser than I expected. Some guys I have hooked up with have used large toys to open themselves up if they knew they were going to get fucked with a thick cock and I wondered if he'd done that and the remaining lube is what made him slick. "Damn, I figured you'd be tighter" I said into his ear as I bottomed out. I easily pulled halfway out and thrust in, plowing through his inner ring. He whimpered while I started to fuck his hole. "Danny likes to fist me" he replied in between deep breaths. A half dozen thrusts later and he squeezed down on my cock, sending a shiver up my spine. I held my cock in him and he let go of his grip a moment and then clamped down again. "Greedy fucker, aren't you" I hissed in his ear before letting go of his neck and pushing him on to all fours. Quickly, I pulled my left leg up and set my foot flat on the floor. Leaning forward, I placed my hand between his shoulders and resumed my thrusts. Steadily, I built up speed until I was bouncing off his ass. Each time he grunted, followed by a short moan and then it started over again with the next thrust and grunt. About ten minutes after I had pushed him over, he began working his ass again. First, he gave a quick grip to see how I responded. It felt good, so I didn't say anything. Several seconds later, he did it again and I chuckled softly, but apparently he heard it and assumed he could work his ass around my cock now. With repeated tightening of his hole it drove me closer to orgasm. My thrusts slowed down, but stayed pretty hard. My growls joined his grunts and the slapping of skin. My hands moved to his shoulders and I used the leverage to give a couple last thrusts before my cock erupted. Ropes of my charged seed pumped into his battered chute. As the shots faded, so did my growls only to be replaced by gasps as I struggled to breathe. "Oh fuck yeah, you bred me good" he said in a raspy voice. Seconds later I heard a new voice yell out "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Looking up I saw a cub standing there, just inside the door. He looked like the guy in the pictures around the room, but his hair and beard was redder than those. Maybe it was the underlying skin showing through. I thought it was pretty obvious what we were doing but I wasn't sure who he was talking to - me, the otter or both. This wasn't the first time I'd been walked in on by a surprised, angry boyfriend. "Pull out, grab your shit and get the fuck out of here" he continued, coldly staring at me. I gingerly moved back, pulling my cum covered cock free of the otter's hole. Reaching over, I grabbed my trunks and sweats and put them on, watching the cub to make sure he didn't make any sudden moves. Quickly I tugged my tee over my head and slipped my sandals back on. I realized these were a poor shoe choice if I needed to run. I walked around the couch and over toward the door. Passing the cub, I whispered "he's a good fuck, but I guess you knew that." Speeding my pace up, I made it the couple steps to the door and was out in a flash, taking the stairs down instead of waiting for an elevator. As I made my way back home, I kinda wished I could have watched what happened next. Was the cub going to fuck or fist my load in deeper or was there going to be a long awkward discussion. If I was lucky, the otter would tell me next time he was on. I got a slow start to work on Friday morning, my body ached and even two cups of coffee didn't have me back to normal. I'd left Gabriel in bed and hoped the damp sheets were just from me, but he felt warmer than normal and didn't look very rested. Just after two in the afternoon, I got a text from Chase. "T & Z both poz vl less than me tho no idea why Z is poz too u fuck him?" he sent. I replied "as i said, y'all will be fine. share if u want ;)" I'm sure that if he thought about it a bit, he'd realize who was responsible for tagging Z. While I enjoyed fucking him, I'm sure the deed was done before I got my dick in him. A half hour later I got a message from Dragonboy asking "got any more hot neg guys 4 us? the last one was fun he wants 2 get his 1st."

Please ignore any random spelling errors or odd punctuation my iPad key bored is horrible haha. Everyone remembers the first time they stepp out and play with someone else.... I was a married 28 year old living in a new city. My husband had been relocated by his employer and his new job had him traveling three times a month to different parts of the country. Life was great for us. We had been married for six years, his job provided us with plenty of perks, and we were happily monogamous. Seattle was everything we had heard, amazing food, great views, and plenty of eye candy. The only downfall of his new job was he never had time to go out, so our friend pool was super shallow. Each time he went out of town I found myself stuck at home and bored out of my mind. I had yet to find a new job, so my days at home consisted of me watching Netflix, binging on porn, and eating whatever I wanted. We weren’t gym god gays at all. The husband was a typical midwestern guy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a towering height of six foot 3. He weighed a little over 260 lbs, and was the definition of a bear. I on the other hand was a 5 foot 7 furry brown haired cub. Not really fat, but a nice mixture of husky, and the remains of muscles from my teenage years playing football in high school. Our sex life was the standard married sex life. We fucked twice a week and always in the same position. Even though my husband was a big bear, he was the biggest bottom ever. He rarely fucked me and when he did he was never able to cum in my ass like I craved. In the six years of our marriage, he was only able to breed me once and that took me riding him while he did nothing. Super exciting right? We had been in Seattle for a little over a month, and we hadn’t had sex since we moved. Jack was busy working almost everyday, and he didn’t get home until well after 7 pm. Each night I would greet him with a glass of wine and dinner in hopes he would be in the mood. Each night it was the same answer. “I’m so tired, lets have sex tomorrow morning.” Each morning passed and here I was sexless and frustrated. Each passing day allowed my mind to wander more and more. I was starting to notice more guys when ever I went out, and I caught myself going grocery shopping at stores in the gay district. II never planned to do anything outside of the house, but as we all know, our dicks will lead us to doing crazy things. Jack had just left for a two week trip to Boston, and I finally had it. A little flirting on an app wouldn’t be considered cheating right? We had downloaded scruff when we moved in hopes that it would gain us some friends to explore town with. Jack did not know however that I had also downloaded Growlr, and set up a profile with just some body shots. I had used this a few times to dirty chat with guys, trade pictures, and jack off when he wasn’t home. It’s was an absolute rush to chat with someone who didn’t know me and see what they would do to me. I always focused on guys that were from out of town in hopes that they would never see me in real life. I knew jack would kill me if we ran into a guy on the street that I had sexed with. Jack had been gone for five days, and my diick was constantly hard. No matter how many times I jacked off I was still horny as fuck. It was 8 pm on a a Friday night when I jumped in the shower. I knew I was going to have some fun with some of our toys and I wanted to be nice and clean. I had logged on to growler and woofed a few guys before showering. As a scrubbed down my body fur I heard the familiar noise of an incoming message. The noise caused my dick to rise instantly. By the end of my shower I was clean and ready to have night in with me, my poppers, and a 10 inch dildo named Stan. II dried off, grabbed my phone and went to lay down on my bed. Not only had I received a message, the guy had unlocked his pics, and sent me a few more. We exchanged the normal, hey....what’s up....horny? Conversation. He told me his name,that was in town on business, and asked if I ever played with married guys on the DL. When I read this I started to leak precum. I told him that I was also married and that my husband was out of town and that we were also monogamous. The conversation kept going normallly until he asked me if I got off on cheating. This wa something I had never really thought about, but as I laid there stroking my dick I realized that I was really getting into the idea of it. “It’s somthing I hadn’t really ever thought of. We have been monogamous our entire relationship” ”Same. Well he thinks we have been. I started playing around when I traveled a few months ago and the rush of a new dick is insane.” ”Oh really? Don’t you feel guilty?” ”I did at first. But then when I bred the second guy I played with that all went out the door!” When I read the word bred, I felt an orgasm building. But instead of shooting I stopped jacking off and took a deep breath. I thought to myself that maybe I should just delete the app and go to bed. I wasn’t about to go cheat on my man and take a strangers load. II slowly typed a message back with shaking fingers. “Oh wow. Don’t you worry about catching something? “ ”Nah...as a top its rare to get an STD that isn’t treatable with something, and I only fuck neg guys.” ”I guess that makes sense.” Our conversation continued, and we kept sending pics back and forth. Paul was totally my type. He was a ginger bear in his early 40s with a ton of body hair and a thick uncut cock. It was when he started to send pictures of him breeding a guy that I felt the start of an orgasm coming on. I stopped jacking off and we continued to chat. “So Chris, doo you think I could get a face picture?” ”Uh....I don’t really send those since my man doesn’t know I have this app.” ”Oh, cmon, I’m not from here, im a cheater myself and I wouldn’t show anyone. Be a good son and show daddy a face pic.” That was it. He had found my weak spot calling me son. Without realizing what I was doing, I held my phone above me and took a picture that showed my fave and my furry body. The moment I hit send I felt a twinge in my stomach. What was I doing? I took another deep breath and heard a message alert tone. ”Damn son...you are one cute fucking cub. I love the beard and those eyes just suck you in. Dont you wanna be a goood boy and come ride daddy’s cock? I mean, it says were only .2 miles from each other. So my airbnb must be pretty close.” Damn, the guy was super close and was now calling me son. I could feel my dick starting to take over my mind. Would meeting the guy really be that bad? I mean, maybe I could have him over for a glass of wine? ”Oh you’re a bad daddy! Trying to get me to cheat.” ”Son, I think you’ve already made the decision. You sent me a face in after all.” He was right. The fact I had sent him a face pic and called him daddy had told him that I wanted his dick inside of me. My ass twitch at the thought of taking his thick uncut cock raw. ”Son, wouldn’t it be hot to be bred in the bed you share with your man? Wouldn’t it be sexy to take your daddy’s load while you bite his pillow? Trust me, a night of me fucking you and you’ll never forget me...ever.” ”That does sound hot...I haven’t ever thought that cheating on my husband would ever be something I would do....” ”See son, your already becoming ok with the idea of taking my dick bareback and letting me give you what you’ve always wanted a needed.” ”Would you be ok with coming here and having some wine and just seeing what happens? I mean, if we just jack off next to each other that’s just as fun right?” “Sure son, I love a good wine, and I love looking at a cub jacking off. When can I come over? I froze before I wrote the next message. Was I really about to invite a guy over and possibly have sex with him? I slowly typed my next messsage and took a minute before I hit send. “you can com over now. I just showered and have a few bottles of red already out. Here’s my address.” ”Looks likewise only a five minute walk son. I’m on my way.” When he sent this my dick hardened to the point of it hurting. I had just invited over a guy that wanted to pump a load into me. I quickly ran downstairs and opened a bottle of wine and chugged down half of it. I knew I needed liquid courage too do what I was about to do. Before I knew it I heard a knock at the door. As I went to answer it I realized that I was naked, great I thought to myself. What a way to answer the door. Paul stood at the door wearing gym shorts and a sweatshirt. I could see he didn’t have a shirt on under it and I guessed he was camando as well. “Wow son, what a way to greet your daddy!” I went to cover my junk and I blushed. ”YEah...I was jacking off in bed when you messaged me. I can throw on some underwear if you like.” ”Up to you. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a jock if you have one. “ He smacked my ass as he entered the door. “Wow. What a nice place you have!” I heard him call as I ran upstairs for a jock. ”Yeah, we just moved here a few months ago” I called back down as I grabbed a jock and slid it on. “The husband works for a big company and they offered to give us a package that included money to move into a place. “ By the time I finished saying this I was back downstairs. ”Oh woof son, that jock looks great on you! You might be one of the harriest cubs Ive ever seen!” I could see him looking me up and down. I could also also see his dick rising in his gym shorts. “Why thanks Paul...erm, daddy” This sentence sealed the deal. I knew that by the end of the night I was going to have a naked man in my house that wasn’t my husband. “Would you like a glass of wine?” I asked as I poured myself some. I could feel the wine I chugged earlier taking over my mind and lowering my inhabiitions. ”Yes please! I had a long day of travel and a glass or four sounds great!” He said this while walking into the kichen. He ended up behind me and slowly moved his arms around me. I could feel his dick rubbing my ass I knew that by the end of the night we would be doing more then just jacking off. He slowly rubbed he hands on my furry stomach and down to my bulging pouch. “Wow son, someone is excited to see daddy!” I could feel his hands all over me. With each pass I grew hornier and hornier. I threw back my glass of wine, and slowly ground my ass into his dick. “It also looks like you want daddy’s dick up that furry ass.” He said this in a growling low voice right behind my ear. I could feel every breath of his on my neck. He grabbed two bottles of wine from the counter and asked me to lead him to our bedroom. My mind was racing as we walked upstairs. I was leading a man to our bedroom, and I knew I was about to do something irreversible. The moment we got into the rooom he tossed back the remaining wine from one bottle and sat them both down on the nightstand. He them looked at me directly in the eyes and I just melted. He slowly walked to me, grabbed my face and started to kiss me. The moment his tongue entered my mouth he had me. Jack was not a fan of kissing and I loved it. I felt Paul wrap his thick arms around me as we fell onto the bed. “Is this the bed you share with your husband son?” He asked me as he laid on top of me. His weight felt perfect on me and I could feel wet spots on both of us. “ Is this the bed daddy’s gonna breed you in? Your husband isn’t here to tell you to stop. But don’t worry, daddy is a better top that he is and ill fuck you better then he ever has.” We continued to kiss and grind against each other. “Yes daddy, this is our bed.” I said in a muffled tone. His mouth continued to kiss me. I felt one of his hands move down to his shorts and in one motion he ripped them off. His cock came out and popped down on my stomach. II could feel the head of his dick ooozing precum. He scooped it up and slowly moved it towards my ass. “Might as well get you lubed up a little son. Natures lube is the best for daddy to breed his son with. “ I felt his fingers part my cheaks and rub his precum on my hairy hole. “Mmmmm. Son I can feel your hole twitch” as he said this he leaked more and more precum until my stomach was soaked. For ten minutes he worked more and more of it into my ass until he was able to successfully get three fingers up me. By this time my hole was open and sloppy with his juice. I groaned and said, “Daddy that feels so good. You’re precum inside of me makes me feel so slutty.” ”You are a slut son. You’re letting daddy work his pre into you on the bed you share with your man. You’re a cheater just like your dad. “ As he said this her worked one more finger up me and he began to massage my prostrate. With each rub I moaned and moaned. He could tell that I was a bottom in need of a real man. I felt him move and he passed me the bottle of poppers from the nightstand. “ Here son take a few hits. Daddy wants to see you piggy out when I start to rub my dick.” I took the poppers, opened them up and inhaled the fumes. between the wine and the poppers I was in heaven. Daddy looked at me and chuckled, “now there’s the little piggy cub I knew you were. Your eyes look soo fucked up. Ready for my cock son?” The poppers had hit me. “Yeah daddy, give me that raw dick. Fuck a load into me. Fuck me better then my husband could ever do!” I screamed these. Words out as Paul rubbed his cock on my hole. I could feel my ring release as he slowly slid in. He was so thick that I had to take one more hit. Thankfully he had worked my hole with his precum before his assault. Inch by inch he entered me. I was feeling feelings that I hadn’t felt in years. It felt like minutes had passed when he was balls deep in me. Here I was, a married man, with a bear inside me raw....and he wasn’t my husband Daddy slowly rocked back and forth. With each rock he looked at me, “Take a few more hits son. Let your inner dick pig come out. Show daddy how much you want his gift. Show daddy that you want him to change you forever!” I took three more hits and let them roll over me. As they hit I moaned out, “Daddy fuck me. Breed me. Give me your seed!” My mind was gone. I was no longer the good husband. I was a bottom pig begging for my dads cum. “That’s it boy. Keep taking those hit. Beg me for my gift, beg me for my cum” I could see sweat dripping down his face and onto me. He looked me in the eyes as he lowered himself. As he continued to breed me, he kissed my neck and then slowly moved up to my ear. Withe a gentle bit he asked me a question, “does my son know his daddy is a gifter?” I froze. I had read things about gifters and what that meant. “Take another hit son, let daddy give you the gift that you known you’ve wanted. Once you get my gift you’ll be able to have sex with anyone.” He kissed me again and grabbed the poppers. Instead of having me huff them he soaked his gym shorts with them and held them to my face. I could smell the poppers and his sweat, I could smell the man who was fucking me, and I could smell my ultimate demise. With each smell my ass lossened more, and daddy fucked me harder and harder. I could’ve stopped him, but I wanted his load. “That’s it son. Let daddy breed you and change you forever. I can feel your ass wanting it. “ We were both sweating and I was in a popper high. Minutes of fucking went by when I saw him close his eyes and tense up. I could also feel his dick harden and I knew what was about to happen. “Son! You’re getting it. Your getting it! What a good boy! Take my poz cum!” As I felt him cum in me I grabbed his ass and pulled him in as deep as he could he go. The deed was done and with a few more thrusts I shot my load all over us. our room smelled like sweat and cum and I didn’t care. Daddy pulled out of me and fell to the bed next to me. Laying on my husbands pillow I looked down at his dick and saw a mixture of cum, spots of blood, and ass juice. He saw me looking and said, “Looks like your gonna be just like daddy after all. I always knew you’d take after my side of the family,” With that he rolled over, grabbed me and we drifted off to sleep. 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Rob's cock fucked me at a steady pace, not pulling too far out before ramming his hips into my ass. My head was pulled back into the sling from behind by William, a poppered up cloth covered my lower face, a blindfold covered my eyes. The poppers did their job, loosing my ass and my inhibitions. Rob slowly stroked my cock and every once in a while would grab my balls, using them to bring the sling into him. Rob pulled out and they traded places. The poppered rag was removed and Rob's balls were placed on my face near my mouth, they smelled of a long days work, but not too fowl. William had no problem entering my ass, his cock was about the same, but his boney hips hit my ass and thighs rather than Rob's large stomach. Part of me enjoyed the fact a large dirty man was using me for his pleasure. Suddenly there was a sound of someone entering the house and Rob placed the towel over my face as he went to meet who ever it was. William didn't skip a thrust, both him and Rob were good at keeping a steady pace, it allowed me to focus and build up the feeling from inside me, keeping me hard which was rare while being fucked. Rob came back into the room and William seemed excited to see who it was, but never stopped fucking me. "Rumor had it you had picked up a car tonight. What's the story?" The man said. "Broken windscreen, was under the overpass," Rob said. "He's one of Mikey's!" William said, and added a bigger thrust or two. "Mikey... Mikey?" the man said. "The San Fran exec you picked up Pete," Rob said. "Oh that asshole... literally." Pete said, and they all laughed. I heard the sound of a belt and pants being undone. There was a large thud on the ground and Williams cock exited my ass. I was immediately entered by I'm assuming Pete's cock, it was new, and went in without new lube. The blindfold was ripped off my face, the strap behind my head yanking hair out. I gasped into the rag, as my hair was pulled bringing my face to look at a Sherriff's deputy. "This was found on the side of the road by a clean up crew today, is it your Prep?" Pete brought an allergy pill bottle to my face. I gulped, and then nodded. "Thought so, deputy watching the prisoners didn't catch your plate, but caught make and model. Do you know the fine for littering son?" He asked, the entire time fucking my burning hole. I shook my head no. "We get so much of it up here from you city fucks that it's $3400. You got $3400?" I again, shook my head no to his question. "That's usually the case, but luckily for you, Rob got a hold of you first, you won't see a judge, but you'll definitely be meeting the squad." He laughed. "How many loads have your guys dropped?" He turned to ask holding his cock deep inside me. "We haven't yet, and now that we know he was Prep'd you might want to bring the rookies by for a go before we convert his ass." Rob said. Pete tossed the container to William and pulled out of my ass. "Good idea, I'd say strap in kid, but they've got you covered. It's going to be a long week." "We got him a week?" Rob said. "Rick's got Covid you didn't hear? Shops closed until he can come back" "Looks like we got'im a week then." Rob said and caught the pill bottle that was tossed his way. William came over and started exploring my ass with lube covered fingers from both hands, inspecting, and working my hole. "Looked like drinks are in order" Rob said, and left the room to grab them.

Well i just wait for now, for his move. I am intrigued though by his interest. I don't think there is much going on apart from the movies.. every other day we come in contact with covid cases and our noses are fucked up from the constant PCR testing. So mostly dinner and movies. I dont know what he will do. I hope we fall asleep together this time 😄 I agree wth you. it feels so nice. Like, I love my job but sometimes I'm stressed for silly things. And now I'm like oh wow nothing stresses me I feel so good. I dont know what will happen with us. Only time will tell. But I had a time that i didnt have a boyfriend or time to have one and I just feel "alive" and a zombie

? According to my calendar, it’s Thursday, at least in this part of the world? But hey, I have always found Thursday nights to be the most productive night of the week when I host, easily. I plan my outings around Thursdays. As to what I think about... Just before he walks in the door the thought usually goes though my head: He’s coming. He’ll be here any second and when he comes in he’s going to fuck me. He’s going to touch my cunt and put himself inside me and use me for his own pleasure. He’s going to breed me, and there’s nothing I can do to prevent it now because he’s practically here. And then he comes in, and does all of that. But while he’s doing it, my thoughts actually become quite technical: Is this the best angle for my hips for him? Maybe a slight tilt upward will give better friction How is he responding to the sound I’m making? Is this guy one who gets off on grunting or whimpering? Does he want to compete, conquer, or breed? (I could end up in any state by the time he’s done with me, but it helps to get an idea of what flips his switch) Is he getting close? Check his hip action - is it time to start rhythmic contractions to help enhance his orgasm? Or is he enjoying the free play of a loose cunt to much to risk it? And, on very, very rare occasions, when the Top is such a masterful fucksmith that he overwhelms me, I allow myself not to analyze at all and just absorb the sensation: ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy ffuuuuucckkkkinggg cuuuunnnnntttt- — Please. Please. Don’t. Ever. Stop. I. Beg. You. To. Fuck. Me. Like. This. Just. Like. This. Forever.

Chatting on Grindr today with a guy who's become a pretty regular top. His cock is long - about 7" - but slender with a slight upward curve. He's come the closest to making me cum while getting fucked by the way he hits my prostate with every thrust. Plus he likes to use a few of his toys in my cum-filled hole, and he's been working on stretching me out to take his fist. In the middle of chatting with him one of my other regulars hit me up on Sniffies. He was free today and wanted to dump a 7-day load. Three guesses where my mind went. }:-) I cleaned out and an hour later, I was sucking on Sniffies Guy's thick meaty cock in my storage room while Grindr Guy pounded me from behind. The setting made for the perfectly sordid scene as I slutted out for these two gorgeous cocks. Grindr Guy picked up the pace, grabbed my hips, and as I clenched my hole I felt him pumping his load into me. Once he withdrew, he and Sniffies Guy switched places so I could clean off his cock with my mouth. Sniffies Guy wasted no time and didn't even pause, just rammed into my hole to continue the pounding I had been getting from Grindr Guy. Before too long Sniffies Guy also picked up his pace, and once again I felt him pumping his load - 7 days' worth - deep in my guts. As he pulled out I spun around to clean him off with my mouth. This time I could taste his cum as well as Grindr Guy's and my ass. Deee-lish! The two of them dressed and left together. They were chatting and laughing and comparing notes. I really hope this becomes a regular thing!

I have been enjoying taking huge guys since i started. My 3rd partner ever was a 9 inch thick guy who told me when he found out he was #3, that i was a natural bottom. I have taken piles of super hung guys both on film and off. If you are tight and wanting to get more stretched out, i suggest regular toy play and inflatable dildos/butt plugs. While I have taken big cocks from every race, I have found black an hispanic guys really cut loose and fuck like animals in heat, which I love, far moreso than guys in other races tend to. For a high use power bottom like me, it is pure pleasure, plus they enjoy plowin a guy who can take their size, long use and powerful strokes.

About damn time!!! Can't wait til the sex parties in Atlanta start again.

I always think about how great sex feels and how much i am enjoying the use i am getting. The longer the top(s) last, the better it is. I don't have to "wish my bf was whore like you" because he is sexually promiscuous as well, though not as much me. I have had other guys tell me while fucking, fisting, milking me they wish their bf, gf/ wife, etc. was as much of a slut as I am.

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It depends if he's hitting it right my brain will shut down and leave me as meat to be pounded. If I'm not into it or him then my mind starts to wander "Is he done yet? Mmm if he cums soon I could possibly go to the video store and try again. "

When it is great sex I am so happy there is nothing in my brain except pleasure and gratitude. I feel so grateful that a man is sharing his body with me. It’s all I need at that moment. If it’s boring or mediocre then I just want his load. I want him to breed me and get the fuck out of the way so the next guy can have a go. “Next” is all I am thinking about.

I think this hole feels so silky smooth. This ass feels so moist and warm. And as I cum inside I think I’m going shove deeper inside so my cum goes deep! It feels so fucking good.

An ABS clerk was the first guy I sucked and also to first to fuck me while I watched my first ever gay porn video. Went back many times 😉

In OKC I am the only patron I know that doesn’t get run out of the booths for loitering. I’m always dressed slutty and even been exposed ready for cock with the door open and he just says. You’re good sweety. Love that guy.

Your circumstance doesn't just apply to a certain race, but really to any big dick. The top should have taken his time and rested inside you to give you time to get used to his size, unless you didn't want that. But the key is to listen to your body. Preferably, climb on so you can control the tempo until you're ready to completely submit. There's going to be some pain at first, but that's normal and you have to let it wash over you. But it shouldn't be a lingering pain, just a temporary pain. When you feel ready, start riding it up and down and make sure you're enjoying it. Then when you're ready, give over control and let him stroke your pussy out until he nuts inside you.

Everyday 😂 I been linking up 6 to 5 times a week. I probably gotta a reputation already as the city cum dump 🤷😂

First time posting, long time lurker. Last night I finally connected with this gorgeous black man I've been pursuing for about 3 weeks. He wanted to top and fuck hard. I love how quickly strangers can become intimate. Within 10 minutes of walking in the door he had his dick buried in me. 10 minutes after that he filled me with his first load. We just laid naked on the bed for about an hour and talked. Pretty soon I could feel his dick getting hard again, and he asked if he could pound me one more time before he had to leave. 20 minutes later I received load #2. His eyes rolled back in his head when he came and his entire body shook. It was a pretty sexy scene to watch, and I felt filled and accomplished when he finished using my hole. Afterwards he just laid on top of me for about 10 minutes with his dick still buried in my ass. I think he almost fell asleep. Dude was a great kisser too. I hope to see him again soon!

Part four: the penultimate chapter At first Sam's eyes bugged with disbelief. He seemed to have trouble forming words. And then he went totally bat shit crazy. I thought he might damage himself as he bellowed and fumed and finally begged. I walked over to Junior letting my hands trail over his beautiful body. The guy was a muscle jock not quite as hairy as his father. I felt a tightening in my loins as his father's rant caressed my ears and I caressed his sons genitals. If father looked like son at his age he must have gotten all the ass (male or female) he could want. Sam pleaded with me not to castrate Junior. "I am not going to castrate your son," I stated giving Juniors sack a rather vicious yank. "That's not the other option." Sam looked relieved but dubious and so he should. I continued the inspection and my explanation as I explored Juniors body, tweaking nipples, petting his furry chest, tracing the vein pattern on a thick calf muscle. "As you know Sam, being rich has its perks. Money buys a whole lot of information and with an uncle like Ruben...well...he's a sociopath to be honest, no moral compass what-so-ever. He will do anything and I mean anything to achieve a goal." I moved on from calf to thigh marveling at the beauty of the male form. I was tempted to forget the mental torture and fuck Junior right then. Focus! "Uncle Ruben, mad genius that he is, filled me in on all sorts of interesting details about your family Sam." I abandoned Junior so I could could look Sam in the eye while I revealed his fate. "You might ask, a father might wonder, why bring an innocent man into our sordid dealings? What has he to do with all of this? And I would say nothing.....except that like father like son," I cupped my own face like a distraught damsel at a train wreck, "Gasp! I found out your son is a bigger piece of shit than you." "Seems that Junior here is stepping out on the Mrs. While the wifey is home heating up Spaghettios for the twins he's out fucking anything in a skirt. But that is not even the worse part. Oh no. Junior likes it rough." I could see the truth in Sam's eyes. He already knew. Probably bailed the sadistic bastard out of a few scrapes when his lust for brutality got out of hand. "Likes 'em bruised and bleeding before can get it up. Nothing like the taste of a split lip I guess." "I know all about the sorority girl he sent to the hospital and the bar fly he left unconscious in a bathroom stall. Do I need to go on?" Sam's silent stony stare spoke volumes. "So here's the deal Sam, the choice you are going to have to make. I take your balls or you take your son's ass cherry. Give him that special gift you gave me the night you raped me. There will be no negotiating." I walked back over to Junior tracing a finger down to his furry hole left well and truly exposed by his positioning in the sling. "Sooo tempting," I purred slowly pushing my digit inside the virgin darkness. "Just a little poke, I mean this is grade A, prime ass right here and I am serving it up on platter just.....for.....you!" Sam shook his head. "I can't. Please. I can't fuck my own son." "Can't or won't," I asked. "For fucks sake how do you expect me to get it up. The idea disgusts me. There is no way this can happen." He looked hopefully at me, like his bullshit reasoning was going to sway my decision. "Lucky for you we have an expert with us." I waved Roger over and he promptly injected Sam's cock with the required drug. Sam gritted his teeth as Roger rubbed and massaged the man's penis while the drug worked its magic. Ever the opportunist Roger dipped in for a taste of cock not being able to resist the fat piece of meat in his hands. I let him have his fun as I finished telling Sam what was going to happen. "You will breed your son, I don't care how long you fuck as long as your tainted nut ends up warming his guts, if you do not I will castrate you while your son watches. And then the real party will start." I fished out my phone and found the correct page on the search engine. I had placed a fuck ad featuring Junior's pic in the sling with the caption 'Straight muscle jock being whored out, all loads welcome'. I was sure Sam was about to have an aneurysm. "I got a guy answering the replies. You would not believe the response!" I scrolled through the other pics; Junior at his wedding, playing baseball, holding his twins. "A lot [banned word] out there get off on boning a straight guy. They don't care if he's conscious or not. Ring a bell Sam?" I retrieved the castration pliers and lay them ever so carefully on Sam's hirsute stomach. The cold of the metal instrument made him flinch. "I'll give you some time to decide Sam. Honestly I don't care one way or the other. Whether it's watching your balls wither and shrivel or your son get knocked up by any creep with an internet connection and a hard-on, I don't care." I beckoned to Roger and he brought over a giant hour glass just like the the kind the wicked witch tortures Dorothy with. Probably the best part of the whole fucking shit show of an evening. I do have a flare for the dramatic. I don't know where or how Ruben found it but I enjoyed flipping that thing in front of Sam and pointing out that was how much time he had or I would make the decision for him. I refrained from calling him 'my pretty'. And then I went to Mark. Mark was already awake and lazily swinging in his sling, humming Adele I think. I believe that whatever he thought was going to happen his sweet, naive boyfriend wouldn't actually harm him, he was sort of right. "Hi Mark," my smile was genuine and I kissed him tenderly. When you have truly loved someone those feelings don't just disappear. And when you have been betrayed as brutally as I was, there is a price to be paid. He was still a little dopey and smiled like he hadn't a care in the world. I found that very irritating. My goon slapped him around until he sobered up, unfortunately for him it took a while and the man worked up a sweat. Mark, red faced, hair matted, looked like a man without a plan. He was about to be very sober indeed. Roger rolled over a giant flat screen television. I had a camera pointed at Sam and Junior so Mark could have a visual as I explained what was taking place in the next room. He looked more intrigued than upset. "I never would have thought you'd have it in you boyfriend," his tone was amused and he pointedly ignored Roger's presence. "I am not your boyfriend." My cock began to respond to Marks naked form. I had loved him, I despised him, I still desired him. Emotions aside I let my libido take over. Roger watched eagerly as I freed my cock and stroked it never veering my gaze from Mark's perfectly sculpted body. Playing devils advocate Roger dropped to his knees taking me in to the root expertly massaging my meat with his throat. I pushed him off me and turned his head to Mark's ass. Roger didn't hesitate, burying his nose in the offered crack. I encouraged Roger to spit shine Mark's hole, get him wet enough to fuck. Stroking my cock with one hand and Roger's hair with the other my gaze drifted from Marks face to the screen. Something was happening. With time still on the hour glass it seems Sam had made a decision. My henchman had his orders and when Sam spoke his choice the man began to release the bindings. I pulled Roger away from his ass snack so he could watch the show. Like a zombie, his hard cock pointing the way Sam slowly approached his son. I moved closer to Mark. Sam stood, his face riddled with conflict, staring at his sleeping boy. He began to weep. Roger took my cock in hand resting the head on Mark's spit slick taint. Sam inched forward and when his rod touched skin he shuddered. I shivered in anticipation pressing myself against Mark. The three of us watched in silence entranced by the drama unfolding before us. With a roar of disgust and rage Sam plunged himself brutally into his son. Juniors eyes flew open and his scream of pain and confusion spurred me to action. I entered Mark, for the first time feeling his bare flesh envelope my erection. Mark moaned with the force of my fucking, hating me but craving what I was giving him. Junior was having a hard time coming to terms with his current reality. My man was forced to strap on a gag while Sam frantically fucked trying to get his nut so he could end the miserable experience. I fucked Mark to the same rhythm releasing all my pent up anger and frustration. Watching a man weep and fuck at the same time is an experience I hope to never live through again. Choking sobs wracked his body, his blubbering hindered the fucking he was trying to deliver. He wiped away tears and snot refusing to lay a finger on his son as he banged away. Roger kissed me hard, urged me to fuck and load the bastard. We both knew what had to happen before I could cum. It didn't take long. Watching Sam rut I had a flashback from the beginning of this whole mess; Sam's hairy ass clenching and unclenching as he fucked my boyfriend. I had nearly the same view now. The tempo of his fucking increased, became erratic. I matched him knowing both our orgasms were at the boiling point. And then there it was, critical mass. I matched his angry moan as we both bred our men, coating their guts with our seed. Sam staggered back unable to look his son in the eye. Roger pushed me back so he could get sloppy seconds, happily mounting a complaining Mark who had shot a load all over his own chest. Leaving Roger to finish getting his nut I made myself presentable and returned to Sam and Junior. He looked at me expectantly. I picked up the abandoned castration pliers and slid them into my jacket pocket. "I guess we won't be needing these," I said jovially and then ordered my man to re-install Sam in the sling. It was a bit of a battle I am afraid but big as Sam was he was no match for a six foot, five inch street thug. He was more or less in one piece when he was finally ensconced back in his leather throne. Junior had a whole lot of questions I am sure. I ignored him focusing my attention on Sam. The slings sat side by side but in opposite direction so each man had full line of site to the other. That was on purpose. "Good-bye Sam," I regarded him with cool detachment. "After today I will not think of you ever again but you I am sure will think of me every day for the rest of your miserable life. I expect you to disappear Sam. I don't want to see your face or hear your name or catch a whisper on the wind about anything to do with you. Do you understand me?" He remained silent but I could smell the reek of fear on his sweat frosted skin. "If you disobey me castration will only be an appetizer to the feast of horrors I will be serving you. And there is always Uncle Ruben of course but he is more of a sleep with the fishes kind of guy." As I headed for the door a perfectly sordid rabble of men began to trickle into the room from the opposite direction. One unsavory specimen quickly claiming Junior. "You son of a bitch," Sam raged, "You god damn double crossing cocksucker!" My step never faltered. "We had a deal!" "Did we," I mumbled to myself, "I forget." The smug smile that adorned my lips was mirrored in my eyes as I went to retrieve my final guest of the evening. Mark had a date with destiny and I had an introduction to make.

Since I usually limit myself to Fri/Sat nights, after 5 days of waiting I'm ready !!! What do I think about? I don't really "think" at all. I am simply "present" in the moment, loving my Lusts, immersing myself in celebrating Lust with other men just like me. If I do any intellectual thinking, it's more along the lines of the ethereal - taking part in the magnificent carnal acts of Lust - thrilling, awesome, universal Lust. I'll rut in almost any Hole, enjoying the "mating" with not only the Hole, but every other Cock that's pumped it's Sperm in there too. I'll gladly suck a Cock that's been rutting in wet Holes, just for the thrill of "connecting" with both the Hole and the Cocks. It's almost like leaving the reality of our daily lives, full of tasks that need to be done, and losing myself in the love of Lust for my like-minded Brothers. I don't "think", I just wade in, and become "one" with the communal joy of wanton, carnal Lust. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

They have a leather mall at the main hotel and pretty much every major and minor vendor will be there so you may want to wait and see what they have there. Check out Cockeye Kink they have some incredible harnesses, they made my title harness and I love it.

I had a great uncle that used to jerk off on my asshole. That turned into later fingering my ass and ejaculating in it by pushing his cock head against my small gape after he took his fingers out. Several months after starting fingering he was able to penetrate my ass completely with his cock and fuck me which he did often. I also have a older cousin on my mom’s side of the family that I would suck and he would fuck me also. Later he and his boyfriend would both fuck me.

Wow! This really got me going. Im doing the same thing myself tomorrow. Going to my favorite sex club for hot sleazy bareback sex with random men; breeding seeding, sucking cock directly from ass, eating butts filled with cum and ass juices, fucking as many assholes as my cock can take, devoting the evening to lust driven hot horny sex- cant wait!

Put me down for: His cock feels so good inside me. Cum inside me baby. I was born to take cock. Why did I wait 38 years to feel a cock inside? Who’s next?

Not only into smelling a used, worn, stained jockstrap, but only sucking on it as it is stuffed in my mouth.

The right age is not if you say yes, it's whenever you don't say no. Seriously. The first time you might not know yet if you're going to like it. So if a man says he wants to do it, as long as you don't hate the idea, you should let it happen. No matter if you're 6 or 16. Not a popular idea? Well tell me what's the worst that can happen if they do it? Blowjobs aren't exactly torture! Worst case you learned something and wasted a few minutes. Best case you just realized what you like.

Please moren

This bloke is HOT.... more please Sir.

i will take ethan off your hands, etc.

I hope I get to experience it myself one day. I have spoken with a couple of ftm's near me but they are quite guarded, which is understandable.

My goal is 7 hook ups/ loads a week. That way it averages to at least 1 load a day. Of course, much more loads is ideal. 😋 If I go a few days without a load 😣 I feel the need to make up for it by taking multiple loads on other days. Either way, as long as I get my dose of cum regularly. I’m happy. 😌

I'll preface this by saying that since I've never met you, him, or the girlfriend, I'm just spitballing here. But here's what it sounds like to me: The other guy is straight, in a relationship, living with his girlfriend. He has found a friend, one who lives nearby, who shares some interests, who understands his work and the pressures it places on a person, such that he doesn't have to explain to you what it means to be on a high because you saved a patient who came in, in really bad shape, or conversely to lose a patient who came in not initially seeming all that bad off. No wonder he's relaxed around you and enjoys spending time with you. None of that suggests, in and of itself, any attraction whatsoever to you as a romantic/sexual partner. That doesn't mean it CAN'T be there, but there's no reason to expect it - nothing you've said in any of your posts hints that your appeal to him is as anything other than a friend. And you didn't mention in any of your posts that you've told him (either directly or indirectly) that you're gay. For all you know, he has zero idea, and if he did, he'd be a lot more distant around you. Or maybe it wouldn't matter, but still only interested in friendship, because he wouldn't have any idea you thought of him "that way". So I'll suggest an even more rudimentary set of questions to ask yourself: 1. [Assuming, in fact, that he doesn't know you're gay] If you come out to him - not about your feelings for him, but just about being gay - and he pulls back from your friendship, such that it becomes a lot more distant, are you okay with that? If not, then you need to figure out whether remaining "closeted" to him is worth the friendship. 2. [Assuming he does know you're gay, or you tell him and he's not bothered by that] Is there ANYTHING - anything concrete, that is - that's not just wishful thinking that would suggest he has any interest in you as anything other than a friendly colleague? If not - if he's given you no reason to think he's definitely got a sexual/romantic interest in you - I think any attempt to nudge things in that direction could blow up in your face - and you're back to losing a friend by weirding him out. 3. But - assuming you feel it's worth the risk, after he knows you're gay, there's always the oblique-but-not-really approach, where you lament not being able to find someone good to date, that it's a shame he doesn't have a gay twin, or that it's a shame he's straight and taken, because other than that, he's the kind of guy you'd like to meet. You don't make it about sexual attraction - suggesting that you are [banned word] on him somehow - but about about liking him enough that (except for being straight and taken) you'd like to take it to a higher level. In a fantasy world, he'd say "Actually, I'm not straight, I'm bi, and to be honest, she's really more of a friend and we've stopped dating, just still living together as friends." But that's the fantasy world, which 99.9999% of the time doesn't exist. More likely, in the real world, he'll pull back some, until he's sure you're not pursuing him hoping to get him into bed. But knowing that you like him that much can actually serve as the basis for a deeper friendship.

This is better than Downton Abbey. The plot twists and turns, the backdrop of betrayal and secrets. Hot guys fucking like the animals we are. Serial brilliance!

Lately I serve mostly at a local video store or at steamworks. I was at the video store yesterday and was doing my usual cruise. Not much there. Regulars that are primarily bottoms like me. I sucked a couple guys off but of course my goal is to leave with a hot load in me. I had dinner plans at 5:30p so at 4:30 I did a final walk around and was on my way. Just as I was leaving I saw a hot man standing looking at the boards where all of the movies were on display. He was looking at bi porn so I knew he was in to men. Most that are there are. In Chicago we currently have to wear masks so you have to rely on eye contact to get a man interested. I did the raise my brow thing to let him know I was interested. Lol. I walked into a booth and I turned around to see he was following me. He came in and I quickly put a couple of dollars in the machine. He took off his coat ( yes it’s getting cold here) and unbuttoned his pants. He then grabbed me by the waste and pulled me closer. He reached up and took his mask off so I did the same. He was the most beautiful man and I was almost in shock that he was in a booth with me. I wasn’t sure all of what he was into so I just followed his lead. Where I come from if a man unbuttons his pants but does nothing else it’s the bottoms job to take over. Of course I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He was wearing boxer briefs that I quickly pulled down to see his beautiful cock. He wasn’t the biggest or fattest I have ever had but it was nice. About 8 and had some good girth. I quickly did what any good bottom does and got down on my knees and put his manhood in my mouth. He was semi hard so it didn’t take long to suck him to fully hard. I reached in my pocket and took a hit of poppers and of course offered some to my top. He said no and I continued to make love to his cock with my mouth. I would have been happy if that is where it ended but he stood me up and turned me around and pulled down my pants. I was wearing a jock so he left that on and started to rub his hand up and down my crack settling on my pussy. I of course pushed back letting him know I was ready. E got down on his knees and started eating my pussy out. I was in heaven. It’s rare that guys want to eat me out in this setting so I was very happy. As he was eating me the management came and started banging on the door so I reached down and put in a 10 so the machine wouldn’t turn off for a while. He stood up behind me and started to rub his cock on my pussy so I knew he wanted to breed me. I was praying he didn’t want to use a condom but if he did I would probably have gone with it because he was that hot. He didn’t and started to enter me. I took another hit of poppers and as a good bottom should, I asked him if he wanted some. This time he took a big hit and slid inside me. As you bottoms know there is nothing better than feeling a mans pubic hair on your ass. He started slow and steady. I started to moan which set him off. He was so verbal saying things like “ you like my cock?” And “ you have a hungry pussy.” Both of which made me back up in it harder. At one point he pulled out and said he didn’t want to cum yet. That’s a great compliment for a bottom. He was enjoying using me. He stood me up turned me around and started to kiss me. Still talking dirty to me about how good my pussy felt and how hot he thought I was. We kissed for a while and I whispered “ please breed me.” He turned me around and bent me over and slid his cock back in me with ease of course. He started to fuck me harder asking me where I wanted his load. I kept saying “don’t pull out” please! And he kept pounding. He said he was going to cum and started to hold my hips as he pushed in as far as he could. We stayed in our positions until I could feel him pull out. I turned around and gave him a kiss and thanked him. He didn’t say you are welcum or thank you like some men say. I thought I would still take the chance and ask if he wanted me to clean him up. He said of course so I got down on my knees took my time cleaning him. He stood me up and started to pull his pants back on. I asked if he would be interested in playing again and he said yeah. We exchanged numbers and left. I always leave it up to the man to make the next move and we will see if he texts me or not.

Do tell!

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If I stopped the video and looked, I'd have to take one of my hands off my cock.

Very good point. Living at a gay vacation spot gives you fresh fuck meat all the time during the season. That makes me want to move I'm wondering if there are any good African gay destinations. Legally a lot of African countries are rather dangerous territory for gays but I guess there's still going to be a lot of fucking. There's a few African destinations that female sex tourists go to for some young black fuckers and I quite fancy the idea to get their raw rough dick power

Sorry it's been so long guys. Classes have been absolutely brutal and time-consuming. This is part 4, with part 5 coming sometime before the 20th of September. --- Part 4 "Are you sure boy?" Was I sure? No. Was I going to do it? Hell yeah! "May I daddy?" I asked him, with absolute certainty in my voice. I was scared but I knew it was now or never. He looked at me with the most intense gaze. So strong, that it always made me look away. But I decided to hold my ground and keep my eyes on him, to show him I wasn't weak. That I wasn't doing this just for him. I was doing this for me. This was my emancipation, my stepping off point from my old life and burning the past away. Stepping into a new life, with Daddy as my guide and my torch in the darkness. "Do it." *DING* And in that moment, I was free. ---- We were in Daddy's bedroom. I was completely naked and on my knees with a big, hefty collar around my neck as the only garment. Attached to the collar was a leash which was in Daddy's hand, who was standing next to me. On any other day, I would have been engrossed in appreciating his beautiful bedroom but right now my eyes were glued to the situation in front of me. The bed (king size) was a 4-poster one. On each of the 4 pillars was a singular camera, rigged and pointed towards the center of the bed. On the top-left and bottom-right corner of the bed, cameras were setup to record any action taking place in the bed. On the wall facing the bed, a 46 inch television was mounted which was turned off at the moment. Two massive studio lights on two corners of the room illuminated the bed. By all accounts, this looked like the setup for a porn video shoot. Sensing my anticipation, daddy simply yanked on my leash and made me move towards the bed. He ordered me to get on the bed, and lie down on my back, facing the TV. "This was supposed to go very differently boy", Daddy said as he started to move around the room. "I was planning to film you taking my poz dick and use that as a blackmail tool," he continued as he moved around and started to turn on the cameras one by one. Once the cameras were done, he went to a shelf in the room and extracted a black box, carried it to the bed and placed it next to me. "Plan's changed now. Tonight, we're putting on a performance," he said, as he turned on the TV. On the screen was a clear shot of the bed. I was completely visible in all my naked glory, facing towards the TV. Before I could react in any manner, daddy swooped in next to me and started to kiss me. "In the next few minutes, you and I are going live on cam. Every nasty pervert in the world is going to see your pozzing. They'll see you begging me for my load, and asking to be infected. Tonight, I'll be your executioner, handing you your death sentence and bind you to me, physically and mentally." I practically jumped into his arms, smashing my mouth into his, showing my willingness. Everything he'd just said had traveled from my ears to my brain and shot straight down into my cock and asshole. He knew what his words had done for me, as his arms wrapped around me pulling me closer. "Let's begin." Daddy picked up his phone and started to fiddle with it for a few seconds. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until the TV screen changed. Now, instead of one single shot of the bed, there were 8 different rectangular shots placed through the length and breadth of the screen, each focusing on me and daddy from different angles. As hot as it was, there was no time to take it all in as I felt daddy pull me up by my collar until I was kneeling on the bed, facing the TV again. "State your name boy for everyone," his voice was gruff and meant business. "My name is Ian Connelly." "And why are you here?" "I am here to be pozzed by you daddy," I said with as much gusto as I could. However, daddy didn't look impressed which made me realize I needed to keep going. "I am here to accept my fate as a poz cumdump daddy. I am here to turn into a whore for you, a pig slave for you daddy who loves taking your infected death stick in my pussy." This made daddy happy, as his grip on my collar relax. Instinctively, my shoulders relaxed and I felt the tension on my throat dissipate. But, my relaxation was the last thing on his mind, as I his hands grabbed my skull and pressed it against his groin. I took the hint and started to lick his cock, running my tongue through its length and width, playing with his cock head and licking the area around his crotch. The thought of people watching me exposed, slobbering over a poz man's cock made my dick throb as I continued showing daddy just how special his cock was. Daddy laid down on the bed on his back, while I positioned myself next to his cock. I started to suck him slowly, looking up at him while doing so. My ass was facing the TV, so I couldn't see the view but I was sure it was pretty fucking hot. His musty crotch smelled so good, and the more I licked and slobbered, the weirder the smell got. Between his natural scent and my spit, his dick smelled like pure sex and it was all the invitation I needed to start taking him into my mouth. His piercings scrapped the walls of my throat and mouth and made me realize, that just the act of performing oral on him could lead to me getting pozzed. The thought made me both chuckle and turned on, as I focused on pushing more of his dick down my throat. A wide cock is challenging to push down your throat. A thick cock with multiple piercings is next to impossible, and I struggled trying to take his length entirely. Daddy understood I was struggling and finally came to my aid. He wrapped his palms around my throat and skull respectively, and pulled his length out. A quick gulp of air was all the relief I got as he held me in place and pushed his cock in one go. My eyes popped open as my throat was ripped to accommodate his length. I screamed into his cock, which came out as muffled groans, as he held me in place. I squirmed and struggled, but I was locked in place. I tried moving my body, but he wrapped his legs along my back, holding me in place. I looked up at him in pain, tears streaming down my eyes, and all I could see was a jubilant look on his face. Like the face of an apex predator, enjoying the final moments before his prey would succumb. Something inside my brain snapped as the desire to please him took over. I slowly started to move my throat up and down his shaft, just enough to stimulate while keeping my throat spread open. My free hands traveled along the length of his body until I finally found his pierced nipples. I slowly started to twist it with my fingers, all the while focusing on his manhood spearing through my mouth. "Mmmm, good pig. You know what gets daddy going don't ya," he said as his hand on my skull slowly loosened its grip just enough to give me a rub. By now, I was a little more confident so I started to push his cock out of my throat. As it slipped out of my tonsils, it made me gag and I quickly pushed it out. Almost immediately, a massive amount of spit and throat slime slipped out of my mouth and all over my body. To say I was disgusted by myself and ashamed would be an understatement. But before I could react, he scooped up some of the slime in his palms. Next, his palm moved down to my asshole and rubbed that slime all over my hole. The sensation of his rough slimy fingers rubbing my asshole, made me moan out loud. "Yeah, pig likes that. All that slime is all the lube you're gonna get bitch." I simply moaned my approval, as his finger slipped inside my hole. For the next few minutes, he worked my hole with his fingers, one at first followed by two, three and four. By the fourth finger, I was moaning like a bitch in heat, pushing my hole against his hands and fucking myself on his fingers. "Yeah ride those fingers pig. Lets get you nice and open for my cock." Another few minutes and I couldn't take it anymore. I got off his fingers, got on all fours while facing towards the TV, and presented my hole to him. "Fuck me daddy, please," I begged him. He stayed where he was, a smirk plastered on his face, as he observed my open hole. The anticipation was killing me and I started to thrust my ass backwards towards him, showing just how willing I was for what he possessed. "Fuck me daddy, give me your poz load. Infect me, make me dirty and diseased please. I want to carry your poz babies inside me daddy," I begged and begged, for the world to see. I truly didn't care who was watching, all that mattered was the desire to be fucked by this man's weapon. "As you wish boy." He got up and positioned himself behind me. He was facing the TV as well, as he lined himself up. I saw myself on TV, on all fours, with daddy behind me. He was rubbing his dick on my hole, teasing me and lubing me up with his precum. It was so hot and I couldn't help it anymore. "Pleaaasseee daddy please, I can't wait please," I was on the verge of tears, the need to be bred burning strong within me. The next thing I felt was the pain of being split open by a 7.5 inches long, beercan thickness, multiple piercings cock. I screamed out in pain, squirming and tried to push him out. In response, he pushed his weight on top of me until he pushed me into the bed and was on top of me. I was crying and screaming, as I felt his massive dick work its way through my ass or what was my ass. The pain was intense enough to drive all senses away but not enough to make daddy stop. "Its the only way boy, I tore your ass open. Now my boys will have a better shot at infecting," he said as he started to thrust slowly. "Isn't that what you want, to carry daddy's disease babies inside you. To be daddy's cumwhore?" The man knew exactly what to say as the word cumwhore made me relax. I slowly started to focus on the slight pleasure and numb out the sensation of pain. It took a while but slowly, the pain was gone. I knew it and when I used my ass muscles to squeeze his dick and push him deeper, so did he. "That's it baby, open up for daddy. Let daddy inside you." "Fuck me daddy, breed me with your infection," I groaned as I felt his thickness invade my depth. He grabbed my hair with his free hand, making my face visible for those watching. His head was on my shoulder, his rugged breadth on my neck sending shivers down my spine. "You ready slut? I can't hold it anymore." "Yes daddy, breed my hole." He started to piston drive into my hole, sending waves of intense pain and pleasure through me. My toes curled, my ass burned, my dick twitched and my brain went into per-orgasmic overdrive. "Fuck yes pig, here it comes. Gonna pump my charged load into your beaten asshole. Charge you up with my babies," his breath became sharper. "GODDAMN IT, HERE IT COMES. CHARGED LOAD IN YOUR PUSSY AAAARGGGHH," he screamed as he exploded inside my hole. The power of his ejaculation rubbed my prostrate, making me cum hands free at the same time. My orgasm drove my ass into overdrive, as I started to milk him harder for every drop, as I dropped my own neg load into the sheet. When he was finally done, he slowly pulled himself out. When his dick plopped out, I felt the cold air on my ass and the burning sensation of injury. Slowly I turned around to watch his cock, already aware of what I was going to see. His cock was covered in an orange slime, a mix of spit, precum, cum and my blood. He was looking at me with a look I hadn't expected from him. Warmth and love. I felt tired, exhausted and satiated beyond reason. And as I stared at the beautiful concoction covering his cock, consciousness faded away and I collapsed.

This story is what has me looking for someone to turn me into their poz fist slampig slave. Someone to make me their property and transform me however they want. Forced workouts, shaving, tattoos, piercings. Keep me slammed long enough to turn me into just a hole. Eventually have my hole go shoulder deep and accommodate 2 (maybe 3) fists easily.

Back in the 90's, a regional gay/lesbian group in the western Canadian province of BC held an annual week-long camp and celebration alongside the Slocan river in the Kootenay Valley. Several hundred campers on a massive farm alongside a wide slow river of crystal clear water fed by the Kootenay glacier. Although this was not ostensibly a sex party event, a lot of sex happened and in my experience, always BB. I attended each year for the ten years it was held, before local gay politics ended the event. Each year I had many memorable encounters. Part of the fun of camping alongside the river was when the arrangers provided a truck to haul campers along with various air mattress flotation devices and beverages many miles up river and allowing them to flow back down river at leisurely pace. Smart campers learned to not travel with the main pack of floaters, but rather to hold back and find private moments together along side the banks of the river or the many sand bars which formed in the middle of the river. On two occasions one summer I bred a two visiting American Adonis hotties on the same sand bar. The funny thing I later learned at a dance the third night that they were lovers and I don't think they had an open relationship - but I fucked both and so did quite a few others I hear, LOL. I gave and took a dozen loads each week of each year. Locals and travelers from all over learned of the camp and showed up each year. I topped and bottomed freely with many. One cherished memory however is an anonymous bottom who, every single year, sought me out on the same evening of the big amateur talent show night, which was held on the final night of the week-long camping event. From our first encounter until our last, I never spoke a word to him, and all the years of the festival, in the several days leading-up to the annual talent show, I never saw him. Amazingly, I didn't see him once, over all those years, except for the night of the talent show when, as most (if not all) of the campers packed into the tiny hall up the road from the farm land campground, he and I walked out and met at the far end of the small baseball diamond field next to the hall. Wordlessly he would kiss me hug me grope me and disrobe me. In the dark moonlit knee-high grass he would pull me towards him. The only words he ever said would be, at some point after we passionately made out, "Fuck me and cum inside my ass!" Not another word spoken until I came deep inside, and after he had held me inside him tightly until with a sigh he would murmur "Thank you," let me slide out, we would disentangle our discarded clothes and dress in silence. I saw him only by moonlight. He was a blond, sharp featured yet delicate boy with an innocent look in his eyes. Back then I was thin and wiry, with hairy legs and chest and a navy crew cut. I can't tell you why he found me that first night and successive year. By the way, the first year I encountered him I had walked out there to smoke a j, but instead bred him. Each year, never varying in any detail, we met and fucked. On the last year the festival was held, well, everyone seemed to know the locals were not going to continue it ...and our fucking reflected as much. It was rougher more urgent. Raw spit 'n' push as always but with a frenzy of insistent passion that made it wilder than ever before. Again he begged me to fuck and cum inside his ass, and again he thanked me, but as we parted that last time, he grabbed me and pulled me close to see his face in the dim light. His eyes were full of love, yet sadness, yet still tears of joy. He smiled widely, then turned and ran away. To this day I recall the look he gave me that last night and marvel the memories remain stuck in my mind like a grit of sand. What was it about the look? I've see glimpses of that look in others, but just flashes now and then. Most recently I saw it when I gave a twink his first fisting. But I do see the look - it's a mix of total gratitude and melancholy, a deep sadness. I see hints, but not quite the intensity I saw in the eyes of the guy from that festival alongside the Slocan River. I doubt I'll ever understand why, of the thousands of men I have known, I recall him and that look. Moreover I'll never understand how it is we came to find each other year after year. Of course I'll also never know who he was, or what the look expressly meant, but clearly it meant something to me. So, there you have it. A random memory. Raw in every way and most real. For a fiction site, LOL.

Short...with a cliff hanger. _______________________ Chapter 11) I was flat on my back and wanted to stay there, but willed myself to sit up. I was not going to be a lump of Playdough for Daddy Scorpio to scoop up and shape however he wanted. I didn’t dare look at Mike, afraid I’d run to him and beg him to get me out of this awful room and away from these horrible people. Maybe I should have done what he’d wanted me to do, get the medication and get the hell out of this town. But that wouldn’t have just meant letting down Mike – there was Carlos and Ike and Aaron and Aiden, they were my friends now. And there was McCloskey and the other guys who’d pinned everything on Mike’s being able to break them out of this prison. But I’d blundered into the middle of it, opened my big mouth and screwed up everything. They needed me to be strong for just a little bit longer, and I could do it. As if I had any choice. “Novice, approach me,” Daddy Scorpio ordered. I hardened myself. Whatever was coming would be epically awful. The four guys who’d just finished with me weren’t nursing a grudge the way Daddy Scorpio was. I figured I may as well use that to put him off balance if I could. I got to my feet and walked towards him slowly, disguising (I hoped) my exhaustion as ease, determined not to crawl. I wasn’t sure how I managed to stay upright. Every muscle screamed; every time I took a step, my sphincter burned. “I see you this time you brought reinforcements to deal with me, Daddy Scorpio,” I said scornfully. As always when I talked back, the room went still. I heard a few poorly suppressed snickers coming from the four horseman. A glance at Mike caught a momentary look of horror on his face that he quickly hid. I suppose I was courting an apocalypse. “You haven’t even begun to pay for your insolence,” Daddy Scorpio shouted. “Haven’t we already had this little talk, Daddy?” I said. “There’s nothing you can take from me that you haven’t already. You won’t break me. You can’t. Because I’m not scared of you, you pathetic old man,” I spat, deliberately going for the one insult I knew would enrage him the most. He literally roared “On your knees!” and took two steps towards me. “Make me,” I challenged him. “Or are you afraid you won’t be able to?” He charged like a bull. At the last moment, I stepped out of his path, and he kept going for a few more steps before he swerved and hit me with a full-body tackle. I went down under him, hitting the velvet-covered altar with a scream. My entire body felt like one big, throbbing bruise. “You will worship me, Novice,” Daddy Scorpio demanded, as he turned and performed his signature move on me – sat on my face. “Inhale. Deep!” he barked. “Don’t feel like it,” I managed. He rested more of his weight on my face, and I could hardly breathe. I moved my head enough to gasp in a few breaths before he’d pinned me down again. “Lick me,” he ordered. I resisted for another minute, but I was already depleted and had used up my last burst of energy taunting him. So I began the inevitable ritual, sniffing, kissing and licking his muscular, hairy ass. Didn’t he ever get bored with repeating the same old routine? It must have had more to do with subjugation than with sex. That’s what turned him on and that’s what drove him so crazy about me: I refused to back down no matter how he tried to intimidate me. “That’s it, eat that man’s asshole,” he growled, sounding more like a football coach than a cult leader for a change. “Get your tongue up in my shitter. How’s it taste?” I tried to pull away. “Don’t like it? Get used to it. If I have to I will set up a rim chair in my office and keep you there during the day. Whenever I have a break, my ass will be in your face. And I’ll invite these four to stop by, and we’ll take turns fucking you over and over.” More great footage. We now had all five of them threatening me one way or another on the record. These guys had no idea what they were in for. That thought gave me strength. “Lick my balls,” Daddy Scorpio ordered. “Yeah, that’s it, use that tongue. Now use your lips…oh, yeah, boy. You do that really well. Open your mouth, suck those nuts, get that baby juice going. I’m gonna shoot my toxic load in your ass, and you can’t do anything about it. I’ll whore out your butt to anyone who wants to come here and use you, no questions asked. Then we’ll see how strong you are.” Better and better. He brought his dick with its “hood ornament” to my lips. I debated for a nanosecond whether to refuse, but knew I was out of strength so I opened up, and took it. He pushed it down my throat, ignoring my distress as I started to choke. And his blasted wearable sculpture didn’t make it any easier. I could just envision it cracking a tooth. Or ten. Tears ran down my face, and I began to retch, not there was much in my stomach to bring up. I was going on a bagel with lox and cream cheese, orange juice, iced coffee, Gatorade, water and the snacks that Aiden had shared…eight or nine hours ago. “Not so smart, now, are you?” Daddy Scorpio snarled. “No snappy comeback? Oh, yeah, your mouth is otherwise occupied,” he taunted as he thrust in and out of my mouth. I considered biting him for that one, but I wanted to make sure that he raped my ass. I had realized that then the only cum in my ass would be his and that bastard of a science teacher. Along with the film, they’d both be ruined completely. Not that I was going to let off the other three. It would mean going to campus police and the real police, but that’s what my dad would tell me to do. We needed to establish the chain of evidence. I did my best to relax, and began to have some success; my throat spasms eased a little. Of course, that’s when Daddy decided he’d had enough of that, pulled his dick out of my mouth. I checked with my tongue, and all my teeth were intact. Then he was grabbing my legs and hoisting them over his shoulders. Just a short while ago, I’d had a fraternity full of guys make love to me. This was all about power; I finally understood what it meant when they said that rape had nothing to do with sex. He started to jam his cock in my ass, and it was unbearable. I screamed, and managed to kick him in the side of his head. He smacked me across the face, back-handed; I didn’t stars, I saw entire galaxies. My ears were ringing and my left cheek throbbed. While I was still stunned from the vicious blow he rammed himself in. I couldn’t even muster a scream, just a groan. “I will break you, boy. You’ll be begging me for mercy,” he thrust in and out of my tender asshole, long, hard strokes that I felt head to foot. I could feel something warm dripping out of me; I had a feeling it was blood. I had to let him get off before I was damaged permanently. I reached around and began stroking his balls as I’d done earlier, hoping that would do the trick. It did. Thank heavens the guy was so fucking predictable. His thrusts picked up and he was grunting and groaning. Then he placed his hands around my throat and began to squeeze. “I’ve always wanted to do a snuff scene,” he said, “and this is the perfect time,” he growled. “Not only will you be out of my way, but your boyfriend will be the one to take the fall. I’ll make sure Mike is charged with your murder, and that your friends are indicted as co-conspirators. I’m going to crush you like a bug under the heel of my boot.” I took me a minute to understand that he was serious, this was not some sick fantasy and I started clawing at his hands; my heart was pounding, my chest heaving, and a yellow haze was clouding my vision. I couldn’t pass out, or that would be it; he had positioned us so that no one in the room would see what was happening. I managed to grab one of his fingers and pulled it back with my remaining strength. He howled with pain, and the pressure let up enough for me to gasp “Mike, help, he’s choking me!” before Daddy Scorpio was able to fasten both hands back around my throat. “Darren, no” Mike shouted. “Stop it, Coach, have you lost your fucking mind?” Mike came up behind the Coach, and got him in a headlock. Daddy Scorpio immediately let go of my throat to grab at Mike’s forearm. I gasped and started to cough and wheeze, unable to catch my breath. I felt a draft, heard shouts, and saw Carlos leading the entire frat, yelling “Don’t let any of these scumbags leave,” as he made a beeline for Daddy Scorpio and landed a right hook to his jaw. “El cabrón, hijo de puta,” Carlos said as he followed up with a left, and then delivered what appeared to be a knockout punch. Daddy completely lost his erection, and slumped against Mike’s restraining forearm. Aiden and Aaron spread the black silk sheet over me. Aiden took my head in his lap, stroking my hair and Aaron was holding my hand, saying “Try to relax, help is on the way.” And that’s when I fainted.

Wow. If this story is true, you're a royal asshole and should probably be in prison getting fucked by nice sharp shivs. How could you do that to that young kid!? Yeah this story was hot and turned me on bit I hope you God it's fake. That being said I won't lie it was a hot story and it even made me cum -but you should know that it's still illegal no matter what age he is if you don't tell him you're poz still illegal and if they convert, they consider it attempted murder still in London.. -I'm a poz kid and I guess that the reason this hits me so hard is because I wouldn't be poz if it weren't for another guy not too different from yourself. I have only had sex with 9 guys and I used protection every time. But there was this one time where I hooked up with this guy who was traveling(third guy I had hooked up with in my life). He wanted to fuck me bare but I said safe only. So then I grabbed one of my condoms and slipped it on him and he put my legs over his shoulders and started to slide it in and started to fuck me, slowly at first but then getting faster. We kept going for about another half hour and then he flipped me over and held the head of his dick against my hole and started pushing until I heard this popping sound. I turned around and asked him if he was okay(I never had a condom break before) and he said yeah why. I told him because it sounded like his dick cracked(you know what I'm talking about), he said yeah he was fine and that it happens sometimes. He continued sliding it in the rest of the way and started to fuck me again and just a few minutes in he said that he was already close and he asked me what he wanted him to do and I told him to cum(thinking that the condom was still on and intact). He started to breathe heavy and then he pushed as deep inside me as he could and held it there and I felt him start to throb and I knew he was pumping out a massive load. when I felt that, I instantly started to cum and shot all over my bed. After that he continued to hold me on his cock for another minute or so and kept throbbing, he then pulled out and I turned around just seeing him pull the condom off. I told him my mom would be home soon and that he could use the bathroom across the hall to clean up. After he left, I went into the bathroom and looked in the trash for the condom because I wanted to know how huge a load it was and that's when I noticed the hole. My started pounding and I didn't know what to do, I pushed out his load and tried to calm down, I went and got tested the next day and was negative and the lady told me that I have to come back in three months. Three months later I came back poz. I was still a teen, do you think that's right or fair? Yeah the sex was hot(the thrill of some random hot guy fucking me), but he fucked up my life. As if being gay didn't make it hard enough to find someone to share my life with, now I need to look for a guy who is gay that I can connect with AND is okay with me being positive and that's a big 'and' for guys my age as it turns out. Long story short, if you really did that to that kid, I think you truly do deserve the worst in everything.