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It's been a good 6 months since I've had a layover in TUS. My last trip there, I wound up having a 3 way with the alpha and another guy who teaches at the university, so I'll call him the professor. It turns out the two of them have crossed paths before at multiple sex parties in TUS. The professor is a very passionate guy, an amazing kisser. Although in his 50's he's tall, lean muscular build, a few tats, very sexy. After our first meeting I remember thinking that I'd love to play 1 on 1 with him. Earlier this month, I had a long layover. I contacted each of them and asked if they'd like to repeat the 3 way, and they were both up for it. Since it was a weekday, we settled on a time of 7:30pm. A couple of days before, I got a message from Alpha that he had an evening work thing, so he wouldn't be able to stop by until after 10. But the professor was ok with it being just the two of us, and I was too...I wanted some 1 on 1 time with him and I was going to get it. Professor got there a little after 7:30. We immediately started kissing and slowly undressing each other. Once naked, we continued to make out, our arms tightly wrapped around each other. Eventually we moved to the bed, and continued to make out with our bodies pressed together. He was in no hurry, and neither was I. Eventually, he was ready to fuck. I was on my back and he pushed my legs up. He spit on my hole, spit on his dick, and slowly went in balls deep. I was surprised I took him in one long slow stroke, as he's fairly thick and a good 8 inches. Over the next 2 hours we continued to fuck in every position...missionary, doggie, me riding him, standing. We'd stop for a few minutes here and there and I'd suck him some, and then he'd pull me in for a kiss so he could taste his dick and my ass on my tongue. But 2 hours in, all good things must come to an end. He finally pounded my hard and gave me his load. Of course I cleaned off his dick, and his cum tasted kind of sweet. I made sure I got every drop that was there. I'm back again the day after Thanksgiving, and he may be around for another go...I'm hoping so. Closer to 10:45 Alpha showed up. He came up and asked if the professor gave me a load, and if I'd gotten any others. I told him I had just the one load. Even as an alpha, he likes to kiss and we both acknowledge we have a great sexual chemistry together. He quickly got undressed and put me on my back on the edge of the bed so he could eat my hole. He'd suck some of the professor's load out and then lean in and kiss me and share the load. He fucked me 5 times that night, in 90 minutes. I took 3 loads on my back and 2 doggie. The amazing thing about him is that even after 5 or more loads, he always produced fluid. One time he jacked load #6 into my mouth, and he still shot cum. It wasn't a "dry" orgasm. So after each of his 5 loads, he'd eat some out and then feed it to me as we kissed. He's really best described as a passionate pig LOL. I've spent the night with him before, and I offered him to stay over this time and he eagerly accepted. His only rule: He MUST be the big spoon. I, of course, am perfectly fine with this. He's very smooth and he feels so good when we're spooning and I reach behind and stroke is leg and ass. We were getting settled in bed and holding each other making out. He told me how impressed he is with my ass and how much fucking I can take. High praise from this guy, indeed. We settled and drifted off to sleep, his arms around me. Sometime in the morning he slipped out before I woke up, as he had to work. He's not sure if he can make it after Thanksgiving either, but he's definitely going to try. Hoping I'll be able to get both these guys to stuff my turkey LOL.

I was out running errands when I realized I was close to Vince's apartment. We were newish boyfriends and were still getting to know each other. We did not have plans but I decided to surprise him. He answered the door with a big drunken grin on his face. "Hey everybody, the boyfriend is here," he shouted as he pulled me into the apartment. Vince always called me boyfriend. I began to wonder if he even knew my name. I had to introduce myself to his friends. They all worked at the post office and were enjoying end of the work week drinks. There was Dale, the senior of the group, probably about fifty-eight as ordinary a specimen of manhood you could find. Next was Phillip, a stocky guy, thirty-ish with thick black hair who was some flavor of ethnic I would not begin to decipher. He had a smile that was all kinds of trouble. Lastly was the delicious Kevin, a twenty-something otter with a beautiful beard and very hairy forearms. I was supplied with a beer and a double shot of Southern Comfort and was soon as happy as the rest of the crowd. We sat around drinking and bullshitting until Kevin tried to stand up. He tottered back down and into me. I was not complaining. Lets just say I got very handsy helping him get erect. Vince suggested I put him in the extra room. The extra room as Vince called it was basically a giant junk drawer but it did have a davenport in it, yes I said davenport. I gladly manhandled Kevin to the room but when I tried to let him down to sleep he protested saying he could not sleep in his clothes. Too hot! Who was I to insist he remained clothed? I helped him out of his garments and oh sweet Jesus what a sight. All that gorgeous fur on his slim body. I boned up immediately but did resist fondling my boyfriend's workmate, that is until he lay down on his stomach and presented his hairy ass for my full viewing pleasure. I love cock, can't get enough cum but there is something about a really hairy ass that turns my crank. There was no way I was not going to eat that ass. God, Vince and a troop of nuns could have walked in at that moment and I would still have eaten that ass. I immediately buried my face in his crack. Kevin giggled but did not protest in the least. So much for loyalty from friend or boyfriend. His legs splayed as I got to work and his hole opened up for my invasion. It was better than good, it was fantastic. I petted and smoothed the fur on his cheeks as I tried in vain to push my head up his ass. I knew I should make it quick. Have my ass snack and get out but the throbbing meat in my pants would not let me leave. The way Kevin was moving his hips back and forth and up indicated to me he was fine just as things were. I had to fuck that hole. If I fuck a hole its getting my load deep. No condoms, no pulling out. I was loath to remove my tongue from his silky sheath. It tasted so wonderful. My cock would not be ignored. I quickly unzipped and yanked my meat free. This was going to be a clothed fuck. I couldn't risk getting naked although I longed to feel that furry body on my skin. My cock rested in his hairy crack seeking entry. Grinding into him I told him I was going to fuck him. Kevin moaned. "Tell my you want it," I insisted. "Beg me to breed your hole." He mumbled something into the cushion. I turned his head and kissed him. "Say it bitch, say you want my nut deep in your ass or I walk." Kevin sobered up enough to beg for my cock. He pleaded to be bred and fucked and bred again. I pushed in and gasped at the gorgeous heat of his chute. His puckered hole gripped my cock hard, his pulsing ring massaged me to extreme hardness. I had to pause or shoot my load before I could give him a proper rogering. Kevin was an insatiable bottom. He began to fuck himself on my cock bucking and writhing beneath me. I let him have his way for a moment but I was the fucker. I pushed his hips back down resting the head of my dick at the entry to his hole, then plunged. We both moaned without restraint and my animal instincts took over. I fucked that hot otter like I hated him, pile driving my meat as hard as my lust driven muscles could manage. He melted into a hairy horny cum receptacle and I was the god of jizz that would bestow that gift on him. My eyes started to roll in my head as the orgasm began to tighten my sack and rage through my cock to explode out my piss hole in a jet of creamy man juice. Kevin knew he was being bred and he shuddered with the euphoria of accepting my DNA deep into his guts. I collapsed on him my clothes damp with sweat and my breath ragged with exertion. I wanted a nap. I wanted to stay inside Kevin until dooms day. My overworked cock had other ideas as the poor guy deflated. Kevin's hole agreed with me as it tried in vain to keep hold of my meat. I had to taste his cummy hole. I was back in heaven as my tongue dug deep for a taste of my own sperm. His creamy chute was hotter and tastier and being well fucked opened even wider to my invading oral intruder. Kevin began grinding his erection into the cushion careful to go slow enough so as to not dislodge my tongue. We worked in unison to bring off his nut. As much as I would have liked to swallow his load I was content to eat ass while he rubbed one off into the cushion. A long low moan and the sudden grip of his pucker on my tongue was the only indication that Kevin had achieved ejaculation. It sent a wave of blood to my cock and I was tempted to have another go at his hole but a slight snore from the otter told me our moment was over. With one last kiss to each hairy cheek I adjusted my stiffy, zipped and turned out the light. I quietly closed the door behind me and returned to the living room. Vince was sprawled on the love seat, his long frame dangling comically over the arm rests. He was asleep. Phillip too was conked out on the armchair a half drunk beer wedged in his crotch. Dale sat on the couch all too sober with a knowing grin on his face. I paused but smiled when I noticed the tent in his pants. He crooked a finger at me beckoning me over. "Let me have a taste of Kevin's ass," he said. With a glance at Vince I thought 'In for a penny, in for a pound'. I walked over passing by Phillip to grab the half drunk beer from his crotch and stood in front of Dale. He fished out my cock still slick with ass juice, spit and cum. I downed the beer tossing the can aside as I watched Dale feast on my meat. He was no stranger to cock and very good at reading my likes and dislikes. I began to wonder where this was going to lead. He let me know soon enough. "You made Kevin beg for your load and now its time for you to beg for mine," he ordered. We both glanced over at the blissfully sleeping Vince. "I want to fuck you right here in front of your boyfriend. I want your cheating ass within smelling distance of his snores." My cock throbbed and my hole spasmed but still I hesitated. I liked Vince, maybe was starting to fall in love. I certainly did not want to hurt him but the call of nature was loud in my ears and when a man orders you to bend over its a no brainer. Dale was calling the shots and I had no regrets once he undressed. He might be a plain as white bread with his baggy thrift store clothes but underneath his firm lightly muscled body belied a masculinity that promised a thorough breeding. I was a goner. He bent me over my face near Vince's as I braced myself for the onslaught. Dale wedged his face in my crack pushing spit in my hole in preparation for the fuck. He stopped to insist I let him know what I wanted. "Your load," was my answer. "Tell me all about it," he wanted more. With a twist of my nuts I understood the situation. "I want your raw cock in my hole," I pleaded. "Fuck my cheating ass, breed me." Dale moaned in my crack as my words spurred him on. "I need your nut man. Use my ass, make me yours." With a groan Dale reluctantly removed his tongue and stood pressing the head of his cock at my greedy pucker. "Back into me boy," he demanded. I complied my eyes nearly crossing at the blissful stretch of my hole as his thick meat took up residence in its cramped quarters. Once he bottomed out I was now half in love with Dale. The heat and hardness of his rod sending waves of pleasure through me. He began slowly letting the thrill of our mating pace itself. I gazed at Vince. His handsome face adorable in its slumber. I lightly kissed his slightly parted lips letting my tongue ever so carefully graze them. They parted even more. My eyes flew open to examine my boyfriend for any sign of alertness. He slept on. Daringly I pushed my tongue deeper tasting the beer fumes of his breath. Dale fucked harder. I knew better than to touch my cock. The thrill of tongue raping my sleeping boyfriend while his co-worker abused my ass had me right on the edge. I was in bareback fuck mode and needed my hole thoroughly banged and seeded. I pressed back making sure Dale understood how much I loved his cock in my hole, how much I needed him to unload his nut deep inside. I belonged to him at that moment to use as he wished. It was a righteous breeding. Eventually I had to abandon Vince to hold on tight as Dale revved up his efforts to deliver a truly brutal cornholing. I fucking loved it. Dales girthy meat had my hole hot and gaping as he delivered each thrust at a slightly different angle exploring every millimeter of my insides. When his nut came I thought he would break me so vigorous was the pounding he was meting out. I was putty in his hands even though his grip on my hips was nearly painful as he lost himself in the load his cock was jetting into me. I went to that special place you can only find when a real man is making you a part of him by injecting an essential part of himself. There is nothing in the world quite like taking a load. Its the best! When we calmed down Dale's cock showed no signs of flagging and I was not about to suggest he release me. As far as I was concerned Dale could bugger me all night long. A voice interrupted our post coital revelry. "Is this a party of two or can I join in." It was Phillip and he was stroking a monster of a cock. That smile was back on his face and I knew I was in for it. There was no way I could say no to a cock like that even though I doubted my ability to take such monumental column of man flesh. Dale put a stop to any thoughts of bailing. "I want to see that beast of a dick tearing up your cummy hole," he growled in my ear. "You'll get my second load after Phil here has plowed new territory for me." I involuntarily groaned with lust, need and terror. I knew it was going to be an ordeal but I wanted it. My greed for seed and the feel of cock invading my hole took over. These men could do whatever they wanted with me. My thoughts raced and I begged for a moment. I knew where Vince had a bottle of poppers in the freezer. I quickly retrieved it. Phillip was naked his cock looking even bigger and more sinister; the foreskin retracted completely revealing the pre-cum slicked head, red and shiny with the need to fuck. "On your back he ordered. I complied pulling my knees up to my chest. From my position next to the couch I could watch Vince as the men used me. My twisted mind loved it, my cock throbbed in anticipation of the three-way that was about to happen. Dale lowered his ass over my face being sure to hook my knees so Phillip could have easy access to my hole. I let my tongue leisurely slide across Dales puckered hole, taking my time savoring his crack. He pressed himself into me luckily suppressing the scream as Phil pushed his rampant cock into me. It took my breath away. In an act of supreme kindness Dale hopped off in order to feed me several long hits of the poppers. All the while Phillip never let up in his endless effort to stuff every inch of his python deep in my guts. The fat head of the serpent sought out new territory to explore as it inch further and deeper than I had ever experienced before. I was out of my mind with the wonder of being so thoroughly filled. Dale resumed position and I got to work with my own exploration of his ass. Dale was appreciative of my efforts grinding his ass into my face encouraging me to dig deeper. Dales asshole was my new bestfriend and I wanted to move in. God damn I love eating ass! Meanwhile Phillip had bottomed out and I was coming to terms with new arrangement of my insides. I was proud of myself and excited to have Phillip fuck and breed me. It proved to be a marathon. Dale finally had to move aside as the furious fucking Phillip delivered had me gasping for breath. Phillip clung to me like a limpet his cock anchoring him at one end and his tongue down my throat at the other. I knew he could taste Dale's ass on my lips and that only made him fuck harder. I didn't know being fuck like that, fucked so deeply and completely, that it took you to a whole different place in the erotic pantheon of sensations. It was incredible. I greedily bucked by hips wanting more and more cock. Phillip was a silent cummer as he spewed his seed so deep into me it would be several hours before I would begin to feel it ooze out of my puffy but well satisfied hole. Dale barely let Phillip enjoy his nut before before he pushed him aside for sloppy seconds or is that thirds? His second nut came quickly as his passions had escalated while watching Phillip skewer me with porn star quality dick. I happily received his load wondering if he could even feel anything as my hole felt wide open and slick with sperm. A quick glance showed me Vince was still off in dreamland. Liquor did have a tendency to put him in a coma. As a final surprise Kevin staggered out of the extra room his hard-on leading the way. He grinned at me and I knew I was going to get one more load. Kevin demanded I flip over so he could fuck me the way I had fucked him. I finally got to feel his pelt on my bare skin as he mounted me his entry eased by the jizz leaking out of my well fucked hole. I pushed my ass back greedy for his cock. Kevin was a tender lover skewering me with slow but passionate thrusts. He nibbled at my neck and shoulders. With a shudder he released his load into me and I came for a second time that night as my bone rubbed one out into the carpet. With guilty laughs we all grabbed wet towels to clean off and dress. I tentatively suggested we might do it again perhaps without sleeping beauty in attendance. The next morning Vince asked me what was wrong with my back. A look in the mirror revealed some minor rug burns, evidence of Phillip and Dale's energetic fucking. My cock boned up thinking about it. I mentioned something about exercising on the carpet before pushing Vince down on the bed. He tried to beg off but I needed to fuck. It was pump and dump, a boning for my pleasure only. I was fucking Vince but I thought of Kevin. I was going to have to do something about that.

Part 21 - Greenacres Country Fayre Alex ran up the stairs to his bedroom passing his father on the stairs who reminded him to be at the artisan marquee by 11.45 ready for the midday opening of the fayre. The king met his equerry Reinhard at the bottom of the stairs instructing him to be informed immediately when the governor premier arrived. Artem walked in to the kitchen feeling peckish and noticing Lipscombe standing their purring like a cat and rubbing his hands at the sight of Artem, Lipscombe raised an eyebrow at the steely glance Artem threw at him by accident then turned around and walked out hearing Lipscombe make some form of snide remark but he cared less about that man. Not long now he thought to himself ignoring Artem's look of disgust and walking out to the utility room then around the palace to the front where he was due to meet the king and check over the readiness of the stalls for the country fayre. Lipscombe checked his watch 11am precisely and watched the king exit the palace front doors followed by three security detail whish was most unusual here at Greenacres. Lipscombe waited until the king approached "Your majesty" he said bowing his head. "Ah Lipscombe, I do not need you" the king said politely, "I can handle this, we will talk later". Lipscombe shuffled on his feet "Your majesty?" he said questioning the king. The king looked at him "I need you to squash this rumour" he said giving him a clear demand. "A rumour your majesty?" Lipscombe asked secretly smiling inside with glee. The king nodded "Yes to do with my son, I want the instigator brought before me" he said. "Your majesty I will deal with it" Lipscombe replied, "Rumours usually have foundation". "No Lipscombe, do as I ask" the king replied, "I want to personally dismiss them" he made clear. Lipscombe looked concerned "Bring them to my office at 2pm" the king added. Lipscombe bowed "Squash the rumour immediately, do I make myself clear?" the king said. He nodded "Walk away" he king commanded. Lipscombe needed to think fast on his feet never expecting it take this turn, he was always responsible for the hiring and firing of staff so he needed to find a scape goat, there was two people getting under his skin with their arrogant attitude towards himself, Artem and Francis. In the meantime Lipscombe went around putting the fire out about the rumour that he had started anyway, walking around the palace then in to the lounge he saw the person he was looking for. "Francis, meet me here at 1.55pm sharp and I will take you to the king" Lipscombe said. Francis looked up nervously "Why?" he asked. "Mind your manners you arrogant lad" Lipscombe barked at Francis, "Do as you are told". Francis stood up "Is this about the rumour you started?" he asked Lipscombe. "Stupid boy, I never started it, you did!" he replied smirking, "1.55pm sharp, right here". Francis nodded and walked out on to the terrace hiding his smile, his decision to speak to the king that morning might have have just saved his skin, but it was too early to tell right now. He headed off to the fayre ready for the opening at midday and was surprised to see how busy and bustling it already was and the anticipation of the crowd waiting to see the royal family which was their highlight of the year. The king stood talking to his son Alden, Elethera and Andreas, their parents had to cancel last minute to attend a function, much to the king's relief. Alden looked in good spirit chatting with his father in the artisan marquee, the queen was talking to one of the organisers from Woodvale praising her on the splendid work she had done. The dowager queen arrived with Alex and the king watched his son then glanced over to the sovereign prince Andreas who had also noticed Alex's appearance. Unmistakably Andreas half smirked seeing Alex which riled the king but he kept his cool, Alex walked over and hugged his brother, then greeted Elethera and looked directly at Andreas and simply nodded his head. Alden and Alex had a private joke giggling at their father dressed in a lumberjack shirt, baseball cap and jeans. They actually had one cool father who knew how to stay hip despite his role as the reigning monarch, his glance though was carefully set on Andreas at the moment watching him as moved in front of his youngest son. "Prince Alexander your highness" he elegantly smarmed, "I trust you will be my host?". Alex smiled and looked at him "No!" he said dropping any formal royal protocol to Andreas. Andreas stopped Alex from leaving "I believe you are forgetting protocol" he said holding his arm. "You may be the Sovereign Prince but here you are lower to me here in Monrovia" Alex reminded him. "We will see" Andreas replied looking irritated at Alex's irrational manner. "Get your hand off me now!" Alex said quietly in an aggressive tone whilst smiling. Andreas smirked at him "Remember princess, we have unfinished business" he said letting go. Alden was now standing by his father who was staring at Andreas "You know?" he asked. His father nodded "Yes" he replied, "How could you bring him back after what happened?" he asked. "He invited himself father" Alden said looking ashamed, "Elethera and me will end soon". The king nodded "Good Alden, your mother will be pleased" he said looking at his son. Alden looked at Alex "Alex will be happy he didn't like Elethera" he said glancing at his father. His father chuckled "Alden your brother is an exceptional judge of character" he said. Alden laughed "Seriously he is, he just doesn't know he is" his father said. "Right lets get this fayre started" the king said to everyone in the marquee. Outside they stepped as a close knit family whilst the protection officers watched on at the side, the packed crowd cheering and applauding them all 'Distinguished citizens of Monrovia, welcome to the annual Greenacres country fayre, spend lots of money and enjoy the fruits of our wonderful land' the king finished to an erupting loud cheer and applause. Alex slipped back inside the marquee which was due to open shortly and picked up the royal warrant then rushed out of the marquee. "Where are you going?" Alex called over to Artem and Francis catching up with them. "I have to go back to the palace then I will join you" Francis replied looking nervous. "What for Francis?" Alex asked staring at him, "Is it about the rumour?". Francis looked around "You know about the rumour?" he asked quietly and Alex nodded. "Lipscombe summoned me to meet with the king" Francis said making a slippery shoulder motion. Alex looked horrified knowing what Lipscombe was trying to do "Want me to come?" he asked. "No" Francis replied, "Anyway I told the king where the rumour started, Lipscombe". "He has had it in for Liam and me" Artem said with a knowing look. "Here" Alex said giving Francis his mobile number, "You better call me when finished". "Thanks" Francis said putting his phone away, "This won't take long" and with that he was gone. Artem shrugged "You want me to hang out with you?" he asked looking at Alex and Liam. "Of course" Alex replied, "Anyway old by the book man here is working" he said chuckling. "First strike" Liam said quietly hiding his expression under his sunglasses. Alex turned to him "God you look like a twat" he said giggling. "Second strike" Liam said quietly again, "You are racking them up quickly". "Chill out Liam" Artem said taking the mickey out of him. Liam turned his head to Artem "You are not immune either" he said with a slight smirk. Artem poked his tongue out "Right knob head when he is working" he said to alex "Yeah sexy one though" Alex said smirking at Artem, "Come on jam marquee!" he called out. Purely out of spite Francis waited until 12.57pm then turning on the voice memo on his phone he entered the lounge where Lipscombe was pacing up and down looking quite angry and started dressing Francis down hoping to weaken his resolve before meeting with the king. Francis replied calmly telling Lipscombe he knew he was the one who started the malicious rumour to which Lipscombe laughed reminding him that no one would believe a lowlife footman over him. Barking out the order for Francis to follow him to the kings office Francis retrieved his phone from his pocket and turned off the recording, he had enough to protect himself. Inside the office the king was finishing with his video conference with the Royal Chamber Council meeting that had urgently called with his proposal, he now needed to wait for the council to inform him of their decision, it was only a formality but it had to be done by the rules. Lipscombe's four knocks on the door drew the kings attention. "Enter" the king called out and the door opened with Lipscombe and Francis coming in. "Your majesty" they both called out in unison bowing their heads and Lipscombe closed the door. "Well we have the instigator of the rumour here then" the king informed them both. Lipscombe held up his hand in front of Francis "We do indeed your majestry, Francis here". The king stared at Lipscombe in silence "Are you sure Lipscombe?" he asked. "Indeed your majesty, I caught him telling the two chefs this morning" Lipscombe said. "Francis?" the king spoke addressing him. "Your majesty, I believe you understand the truth to be far from that" Francis replied. Francis turned to Lipscombe "What did you call me?" he asked, "Oh yes a lowlife footman". "Quiet" Lipscombe said, "Remember where you are. I suggest we dismiss him" he said to the king. "You know trust, respect and loyalty are fundamental here in the palace" the king said. The king walked around his desk "But all of these mean nothing" he added looking at Lipscombe. "Indeed" Lipscombe said agreeing with him, "As is honour and service". "Disrespecting anyone including my son has upset me no end" the king now said, "But to lie to me!". The king stood there shaking his head "Francis did Lipscombe really call you a lowlife?" he asked. Francis nodded "If I may your majesty?" he asked. The king nodded intrigued at Francis's request and they both watched him get his mobile phone out and play out the entire two minute conversation between Lipscombe and himself in the lounge before. Francis turned it off and replaced the phone in his pocket, the king stared at Lipscombe who was now on a back foot realising he had been caught out. "Trying to blame Francis shows a lack of respect Lipscombe" the king informed him. The kings security detail entered "Saving your own self when I know it was you" he added. "Your majesty, I can assure you..." Lipscombe was about to say before the king cut him off. "Enough with your deceit" the king said slightly angry, "Francis you may leave" he said. Francis bowed and walked out "You have one hour to clear your belongings and leave" the king said. "Your majesty?" Lipscome asked in shock, "I don't understand what is happening". "Lipscombe you are removed from your position immediately" he king informed him clearly. The security detail moved standing by the side of Lipscombe and took him out to his rooms, there they stood guard whilst he packed then remaining by his side until he stepped in to the waiting car just as the Governor Premier's car arrived. The governor stopped Lipscombe reminding him of his legal obligation to remain quiet now he was no longer part of the royal household, the way Steven said it was a clear warning that Lipscombe understood. His entire life, everything he knew had been swept from under him Alex and Artem were at the coconut shy trying to win a coconut when a person stood next to them and threw one ball knocking the coconut clean off the holder. "Nice throw" Alex said turning to the guy, "Jackson!" he screamed hugging him hard. "I thought you were never coming back!" Alex said completely overwhelmed to see him. "Nice to see you your highness" Jackson replied, "Artem good to see you man" he said. Artem shook hands with Jackson "Seems like you have been away for ages". "There you are!" Alden said wrapping his arms around Alex who laughed but also looked around. "Don't worry they are having afternoon tea" Alden said figuring Alex was looking for Andreas. Alden turned to his tattooed protection officer "Nick take Liam off and chill him out" he said. Nick nodded and disappeared with Liam, "Liam is a stickler!" Alden said, "What are we doing?". "You want to join us?" Alex asked then looking a little shocked as Alden nodded. "Of course I do" Alden said just as Francis caught up with them. "You are back, everything alright?" Alex asked, "You didn't ring me I was worried!". "Everything is fine, can't say the same for Lipscombe though" Francis informed them. Alden looked at Francis "What is going on?" he asked looking all confused. "Long story bro, I will tell you later" Alex said turning to Francis, "You sure you are okay?". Francis chuckled "Yes good thing I was prepared" he said, "Your highness" he said to Alden bowing. "Cut it out Francis" Alex said pushing him slightly, "No protocol this weekend at all!". Alex had them walking all around until he saw the apricot jam sign and headed straight in to the tent with the others in tow. Making light work of tasting this years offering Alex felt like he was in heaven licking his jammy finger and talking to Elspeth who made the jam. Suddenly he appeared, the young boy had grown in to a strapping teenager who was now 18 year old, rough looking with unkept hair he was almost the spitting image of Marty apart his outdoor appearance. Clearly the young lad was working on the farm his parents had. He towered over Alex by a couple of inches, his ripped shorts showed the muscles in his legs off beautifully. Yet weirdly he had retained the baby face Alex remembered from years back, only now he had grown in to it and made him drop dead gorgeous to look at. "You remember my son your highness?" Elspeth asked bringing Alex back from his trance. Alex smiled "Of course but you were much shorter. Tom isn't it?" he asked. Tom nodded "Alright your highness" he said bowing over from his chest. "Manners!" Elspeth called to son looking ashamed, "I am so sorry your highness". Alex laughed then turned to Elspeth "Can you provide us with... err... 20 jars?" he asked. "Of course your highness" Elspeth responded, "I will have Tom drop them off tomorrow". "Excellent, please ask for me when you arrive at the palace Tom" Alex said. "Sure thing" Tom replied, "err your highness" he added fixing his gaze on Alex mulling him over. "One other thing Elspeth" Alex said handing the rolled up paper to her. She took it "What is it your highness?" Elspeth asked undoing the ribbon. "A royal warrant, you are now officially a supplier to the royal family" Alex replied smiling. Elspeth was so overwhelmed never expecting such an honour "Oh dear I am lost for words". Alex laughed "You can put the warrant on your labels if you wish" he added. "Cool mum, we can charge more for it now" Tom said nodding in thanks to Alex. "Not to us though!" Alex was quick to say making Tom laugh that lit up his face. They walked out having had a fair amount of Jam, Artem and Alden both saw it and Francis was loitering behind trying to steal a few more glimpses at Tom. They waited before ribbing the hell out of Alex and his flirting with Tom who evidentially was well in to it as well. The rest of the afternoon and early evening had been an eye opener for Alden, seeing his brother so chilled out in the company of Artem and Francis. It was like they had been friends for years and they treated Alex like one of their own and not afraid to make him the butt of their jokes which was pretty often. Alden felt a sense of freedom without Elethera hanging on to him constantly and enjoyed spending the time avoiding her and Andreas. Francis stood staring besotted by one of the men at the local meat produce stall, Artem was looking around and Alex was staring at Francis giggling to himself when he was tapped on the shoulder and he turned around. "Your highness" Tom said bowing, "I wanted to thank you for what you did" he said. "Your welcome, it was about time she received the warrant" Alex replied staring in his eyes. Tom smiled "Mother is all dizzy wanting to replace all the labels right now!" he exclaimed. Alex laughed "Sorry I didn't mean to add more work" he replied, "So you work on the farm?". "Yeah, only until I find a job" Tom replied, "Applied here for a vacancy but nothing". "Oh right" Alex said, "It is not for everyone Tom, hard word and all that" Alex informed him. Tom nodded "I figured that, working in the Balenciaga Palace is my dream" he said gazing off. "Oh and I have this for you, made two days ago" Tom said producing a jar of jam. He held the jar out to Alex looking directly in his eyes, Alex raised his hand to take the jar and felt Tom's fingers deliberately and slowly brushing against his. It was a calculated and intending move on Tom's part, several years having a crush on the prince and today he was feeling more stimulated than ever brushing his fingers hoping it was enough of a play. It was a long shot but Tom already was active around the gay scene in Balenciaga and sort of knew what he was doing. Alex could sense Tom was clearly coming on to him and he twisted the label around in his fingers and looked down. Tom's fingers were still touching his as he forced the jar upside down revealing a mobile number underneath. Alex chuckled for a moment seeing the number then looked up at Tom. "That is brave" he said, "Does your mother know you do that?" Alex asked quietly. "You coming out made it a whole lot easier for me" Tom replied, "I kind of owe you a lot". Tom bowed his head removing his fingers and winked at Alex "Until next time" he said. Alex watched him take a few steps back "Tomorrow when you drop off the Jam" he reminded him. Tom smiled so bewitchingly it gave Alex a knee trembling moment "Of course, your highness". Alex watched him disappear back in the crowd "What was all that about?" Artem asked. "Tom the jam man just came on to me big time" Alex said glancing at Artem showing him the number. "Whose number is that?" Francis asked leaning over Alex's shoulder. Artem chuckled "The young guy from the jam stall" he informed Francis. Francis nodded "Dam just because you are the prince they all flirt with you!" he said. "That and I am a catch" Alex replied grinning. "Yeah suppose you are" Francis said agreeing, "Hope you are going to use the number!". Alex shrugged unsure weather to or not "I fucking would, anytime" Francis added. "You are just too easy" Artem said smirking, "Ouch!" he cried out as Francis punched him lightly. "Pack it in girls, you are ruining my reputation cat fighting" Alex cheekily said walking off. By the time they returned inside the palace it was dark and the fayre was slowly winding down for the day. Buzzing from all the excitement they entered the lounge and found Elethera and Andreas looking quite upset at having been left for the afternoon and having to mix with household staff. Nick and Liam entered carrying a case of red wine that was locally produced and happily cracked open several bottles for everyone to enjoy. Alden reluctantly joined Elethera and Andreas who was clearly observing Alex sat out of the way with Francis and Artem, he watched as Liam walked over handing a glass to Alex and sitting down in their little group. Alex had already downed a few glasses trying all the different wines available around the fayre and felt like he needed some air to clear his head. "Where are you going?" Liam asked clearly a little tipsy as well. Alex chuckled "Away from you, I know what you are like after drinking red wine" he stated. Liam grinned broadly and without thinking he opened his mouth "You enjoyed it though". Francis's mouth fell open "You never complained when I had you" Liam said sipping his wine. "Yeah I think you have had enough wine" Artem said taking the glass from Liam. "I need some air guys" Alex said heading towards the terrace doors feeling his face go hot. Francis stared in disbelief at Liam "You did him then?" he asked sitting next to Liam. Liam grinned "No comment!" he replied, "Of course I did" he then said laughing. Artem arrived back with coffee "Come on Liam you need to sober up you are on duty remember". "Blah!" Liam said accepting the mug of coffee "Alex is okay here in the palace" he said. Unknown to them Andreas stood excusing himself to get some air and traced Alex's footsteps a few minutes after. Alex as usual had his palace phone on him and secured it in his pocket as he walked across the lawn around the palace to the paddock that was empty, there was just enough warmth in the September night air to keep the chill off as he crossed in to the stable yard and saw Marty closing the stable doors up. "Hey Marty!" Alex called out, "Need a hand?" he asked offering to help him. Marty turned and smiled "You come for a booty call?" he asked latching Brandy's door shut. "No Marty, out for a walk to clear my head" Alex replied standing there watching him. Marty nodded "I have a flask of coffee in the barn if you fancy" he offered. "Sure" Alex replied, "No sex though" he insisted looking serious. Marty smirked "I am not a complete monster Alex I can be civil" he replied. Marty latched the last stable door shut and walked across the yard with Alex disappearing in to the barn. Andreas watched them go out of view then crossed over to the barn, his cock already stirring in to an erection desperately wanting to get his hands on and his cock in Prince Alexander. The closer he got he could hear laughter from the barn and peering inside he saw Alex sat on a hay bale engrossed in conversation with the stable hand. Andreas pushed the door open and walked in to the barn full of his own self importance and arrogance. Alex looked over startled at someone's appearance "Oh it's you, what do you want?" he asked. "That is now way to address the sovereign prince" Andreas said standing there. Marty stood "Your highness" he said bowing his head. Andreas looked at him "Get out" he commanded. "No Marty, you stay" Alex replied standing up, "You get out you are not welcome here" he said. Andreas chuckled "Fucking spare, think you can lord it up over me?" he said stepping towards Alex. Marty jumped in front of Alex "I think he asked you to leave!" he exclaimed. "How dare you address me" Andreas said, "Move, the prince and I have some unfinished business". Marty folded his arms "Make me!" he said standing up to Andreas. Alex pulled Marty back "No don't Marty he is a nutcase" he said panicking a bit. "Do as he says" Andreas said pushing Marty aside with some force sending him over a hay bale. Andreas rounded on Alex grabbing hold and dragging him over to another hay bale. Suddenly his training with Liam kicked in and shifting his body weight he flung Andreas over on to his back. Marty regained his footing and grabbed Alex's arm to get him out of the way but not before Andreas was back on his feet and struck Alex hard across the face sending him to the floor dazed and confused. Marty punched Andreas in the stomach hard winding him but Andreas was also trained to protect himself if required. His hand grabbed Marty by the throat delivering several punches whilst choking him. Alex rubbed his shoulder that was now hurting, dazed but coming to his senses he realised there was no way of beating Andreas. Seeing the commotion he grabbed his phone from his pocket and hit the emergency button and the response 'code sent' flashed on his screen. Alex stood shouting at Andreas to leave him alone then lunched himself at Andreas raining punches down on the sovereign prince until he let go of Marty's throat who collapsed to the ground half conscious gasping for air, blood seeping slowly from his nose and mouth. The alert on his phone freaked Liam out who jumped up, Nick looked at his phone that was sounding the alarm as well and punched in the code from the sending phone, the app opened pining the location of Alex, 'Barn' he shouted at Liam as two other protection officers came bursting through the lounge at speed. Alden was also hot on their trail. The palace went in to immediate lockdown and armed guards suddenly started appearing like magic at all entrances to the palace, inside the rounded the staff and guests up. The royal family located and moved to internal rooms since no one knew what the emergency was. The king, queen and dowager queen panicking not knowing where Alden and Alex were. Andreas grabbed Alex's by the throat, the force instantly cutting his air supply off then delivering several hard slaps across his face adding to his partly dazed state he was in. He could hear Andreas sniggering through the ringing in his ears and sharp stings, his body flung to the floor helpless to think straight. Andreas was on him in a flash aggressively twisting Alex's body over 'This time I get to enjoy you princess' he snarled slapping Alex hard several times on his head again. Marty managed to steady his breathing and tried standing up then saw the door to the barn burst open with Liam gunning straight for where Alex was pinned under Andreas. He had never seen them in protective mode before and the speed with frightening as Liam raced across, Andreas turned his head to look before he felt the foot of Liam making contact with his ribs sending him flying off Alex. Without even stopping Liam immediately picked Alex up and ran out of the barn back to the palace as armed guards appeared surrounding Andreas. Nick went straight over to check on Marty and called the two other protection officers to take him to the palace and get medical treatment. Andreas was getting to his feet holding his rib cage in pain 'Glad you made it in time' he said looking at Nick but soon realised that he was aiming at him, the punch knocked Andreas several feet back against a hay bale, Nick then grabbed him twisting his arm behind his back 'Get the fuck off of me' Andreas protested. Alden appeared at the barn door looking angrily at Andreas. "Alden, there has been a mistake here" Andreas said, "Tell them who I am!" he demanded. "Nick let go of him and wait outside" Alden said but Nick looked unsure at first, "2 minutes". Nick nodded and let go leaving the barn "You can't help yourself can you?" Alden said to Andreas. Andreas sauntered over to Alden despite the pain "What do you mean?" he asked holding his ribs. "You fucking know" Alden said looking even more angry, Andreas pushed Alden. Alden smirked at him "You will never touch my brother again!" he exclaimed. Nick stood there and could hear the grunts of a fist making contact with skin and bone, it was quick and Alden walked outside of the barn rubbing his fist. Alden walked back outside rubbing his fist claiming that Andreas had slipped over. Nick smirked and walked inside grabbing Andreas by one leg and dragging him like that all the way to the place ignoring the pleas and cried from the pain. Confusion reigned in the palace until Scott appeared telling them that Alex hit the panic alarm and is now safe with Alden. The alert was stood down with the king and queen were briefed quickly and they both walked in to the lounge looking for Alden and Alex. Liam entered in the kitchen and put Alex down in a chair just as his parents came rushing in, Liam explained everything he saw them this was Andreas's doing and he tried to sexually assault Alex. Alden appeared and rushed over to Alex to make sure he was okay. "Alden!" the king called, "They leave, now!" he said making it clear they were not welcome. Alden nodded "Saves me a job" he said, "I know don't shirk responsibilities" he added. Jackson appeared "Medical team are seeing to Marty now your majesty" he said walking over to Alex. "You alright your highness?" Jackson asked checking Alex over to make sure. "I am fine, a bruised ego more than anything" Alex said trying to laugh it off. The queen stood up "Do we have him arrested?" she asked looking her husband and son. "No it will cause to much publicity" Alden said with the his father agreeing. Francis appeared at the door "Can I help?" he asked as Nick appeared still dragging Andreas. "Take him and his sister to their rooms, get them packed" the king said angrily. "Francis and I will take them to their embassy" Nick offered and the king agreed. "Liam are you sober?" the king asked, "I am not judging you just answer me". "Now I am" Liam replied, "I am so sorry I shouldn't have let him out of my sight" he said. "Liam you are not expected to guard him in the palace" the king made clear. Liam nodded "A word with you outside if I may" the king said and they both left the room. "Sorry your majesty I really am" Liam apologised again looking completely distraught. "Forget it Liam, I assume you will look after Alex tonight?" the king asked. "Err..." Liam stumbled feeling completely embarrassed. The king looked sternly at him "You have my permission to do what is required" he said. Liam looked shocked "As you wish your majesty" he replied slightly confused now. "You are the only one I can trust to be with him" the king added making it clear. Liam bowed his head "Your trust is gratefully acknowledged" he replied. "What I am allowing is unorthodox, keep it discreet, and Liam don't ever hurt him!" the king added. Liam bowed and left the room slightly embarrassed and expecting more a dressing down from the king but as he explained in the security of the palace protection officers were not generally required. Alex watched from the bedroom window his body shaking with his nerves shot to pieces, Andreas was still hand cuffed getting in to the car with Nick and Francis. Hopefully this would be the last time he would ever see Andreas yet the sight of him still unleashed a wave of nausea, the brutalness of his attack on both Marty and himself resonated in his head. Liam walked up behind Alex gently wrapping his arms around him in comfort. "Come on you need some rest" he said kindly taking Alex to bed. Alex stopped "How is Marty?" he asked turning in his arms to face him. Liam kissed him on the head "He is okay the medics are looking after him down the hallway". "Okay, I guess you want to go see him" Liam said second guessing Alex who nodded. They walked in to the bedroom and Marty faintly smiled seeing Alex "Hey you" he croaked. Alex sat on the bed looking at him "I am sorry for getting you in this mess" he said. Marty looked at him "You didn't Alex, I am sorry I couldn't protect you adequately" he replied. Alex half smiled "You did pretty well Marty, I told you he was a nutcase". "Yeah" Marty croaked, "Did a right number on my throat nearly killing me" he joked. Alex wiped his eyes unable to stop them welling up "Thank you for protecting me" he said. Marty indicated for Alex to come closer "No one touches my property" he whispered. Alex sniggered "Who said I am your property" he whispered back. "You know you are!" Marty replied smiling at him. Marty reached over touching Alex's hand wincing slightly from the pain in his abdomen where he fell. Liam watched their interaction realising that that there was something more than sex between them, it was a genuine fondness for each other that friends have. Alex wiped his eyes again and stood then leant over and kissed Marty on the head 'I will come and see you in the morning' he said wishing him good night then turning to leave allowing the medic to administer some pain killers. They walked in silence back to the Liam's bedroom and he instantly took Alex in his arms hugging him.

As one who has a pierced dick. I have found it’s not for everyone some love and others hate it. I have met a few Tops who are use it to tear up a hole for a Pozzing.

I recently took a new job and while the company is located in my current city, the office is located on the far other side of town. There is no easy (or quick) way to get from my old apartment to the new company, and so I moved to a shiny new apartment after Thanksgiving. The move puts me an easy walk from the office, but it had the side benefit of putting me within walking (or stumbling, depending on how much alcohol I've had!) distance of one of the city's best-known all-male 'fitness' clubs. While I had certainly heard about this place, its distance from my old apartment made it impractical for me to visit. Besides, there was a bookstore with booths and an adult movie theater near my old pad, and I used to frequent those. I had lots of luck there, too. On a typical Friday or Saturday night, I could count on going home with at least two and usually five or six loads in my hole. In all the years I've visited those places, I've never really cared about my HIV status, but I got tested two or three times a year and was always surprised when the results came back negative. You see, I'm a total cumdump slut. I prefer my encounters to be anonymous and raw, and once a cock is in my ass it isn't allowed to pull out until it has filled me with its load. I was always satisfied with my visits to the spots close to my old apartment, but I had heard the stories of the club near my new place. Tales ran rampant of guys leaving there with 20 or 30 loads in a single night, of bottoms spending hours in slings with lines of tops waiting their turns to use them, and of huge bareback orgies that lasted all night. I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't wondered about this place. I'd be an even bigger liar if I said that it wasn't one of the reasons I selected my new building when I moved! So, first chance I got, I went to check it out. My first visit was on a Friday night in early December, about a week and a half after I moved to the area. I was determined to get unpacked and settled in my new apartment first, so I could throw myself headlong into trying out what I hoped would be my new nightly haunt. I walked the quick 10 minutes to the club, and as I turned the final corner I was shocked to see a huge line waiting outside the door. It was only 10:00 pm! There must have been fifty or sixty guys waiting to get in, of all different ages and races and builds. My hole twitched involuntarily at the thought of this testosterone smorgasbord, but I couldn't help but wonder if I would get in. Two huge attendants in muscle shirts stood outside, patting down each customer before letting them through the doors. They weren't turning anyone away or making people wait, so I assumed the club must not have been at capacity and eagerly got in line. There was a couple in front of me in line, both average built guys in their early 30s. One had his hand discreetly down the front of his partner's pants, and I could see the movement of his hand gently stroking up and down. They smiled at me and we struck up a conversation. "I'm new here, haven't been before," I said. "Is it always this busy?" "Not always," said the guy stroking his partner's cock. "It gets busy, especially on weekends, but December is a special month." "Oh?" I asked. His partner chuckled. "You'll see," he said, a knowing grin on his face. The two of them turned to face the front of the line and he slid his hand down the back of his partner's jeans. Mercifully, the wait was not long. I got to the door and one of the attendants patted me down. Feeling the bulge of my little brown bottle in my pants pocket, he stopped and pointed. "Take that out," he ordered." I complied, and satisfied at what he saw, he motioned me through the door. The inside of the club was exactly as I expected. It was dark, the walls painted black. A rope of blue neon circled the room just below the ceiling, and black lights mounted in the recessed ceiling fixtures made the whites and fluorescents worn by some of the customers stand out. Loud music thumped in my ears as I proceeded to the desk, where a slender, hairless twink in a thong addressed me. "Here for the evening?" I nodded. "Locker or room?" I opted for a room, paid, and received the key. As I made my way to the third floor, I passed dozens and dozens of men, all milling about in a frenzy of color and dark under the black lights. My room was located down a narrow, dimly-lit hallway. Several of the other room doors were open as I walked past. A few were empty, and in others there were men sitting around, talking. It felt odd. Only in one room did I see any action going on. An older, chubby guy was ass up on the bed, with two younger guys spit-roasting him. The top who was fucking him gave his ass a mighty slap, so hard that I heard the smack over the constant beat of the music. He didn't skip a beat - the old man kept sucking the other guy while the top continued to pound his ass. Reaching my room, I unlocked the door and went inside. I shut the door long enough to strip down and hide my belongings in the combination-controlled drawer in the nightstand. Then I opened the door, took a big huff from my brown bottle, and climbed onto the bed on all fours with my ass facing the door. I was determined to make the most of this visit, and hoped that a passerby would be attracted inside by my pink fuckhole. Not two minutes had elapsed before I felt a hand softly caressing my ass. A finger found my hole and slipped easily inside. This was it, I thought, and I steeled myself for what I hoped would be a rough anonymous fuck. But instead, a face appeared in front of mine - the bottom from the couple who had been in front of me in line. "Hi there!" he shouted over the music. "Mark loves your hole. Normally he'd fuck you while I watch, but there's something downstairs you're not going to want to miss!" Intrigued, I stood up. Both he and Mark were naked. I could see now that Mark had a gorgeous 7-inch soft cock dangling between his legs. My hole twitched again as I thought of that cock pressing its way deep into my guts. But before the fantasy could go any further, his partner spoke again. "I'm Mark," shouted Mark's partner with a smile. "We're 'the Marks'." "Hi!" I shouted over the music. "I'm Jay." "Come with us!" Mark yelled, and the other Mark motioned us out the door. We walked back the way I had come, down the hallway and back down the stairs to the main floor. The three of us were naked, and I could see we were not alone. Most of the guys there had shed their clothes. I was surrounded by all manner of manmeat, from the short and thick to the long and slender. White cocks, Black cocks, Hispanic cocks. Some shaved clean and some almost lost in the pubes that surrounded them. A cornucopia of cum. And I wanted it all. Bottom Mark grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, chasing after Top Mark. We turned a corner into a large, open room, and I stopped and stared in amazement. A man dressed like Santa Claus sat on an elevated chair in the middle of the room. Some men sat on the steps at his feet, others crowded around him. Still more lined the walls. Almost all were naked. I grabbed Bottom Mark's arm. "Who is that?" I asked. Mark grinned. "That," he said, "is Santa Poz. You're going to want to meet him." "Santa -?" I stammered. Mark simply nodded in reply, a mischievous grin on his face. "Come on, I'll introduce you!" Not sure what to make of the scene, I followed Mark through the crowd toward this man on his throne. He was naked from the neck down save for his big, black boots. His long white beard rested on a solid daddy belly. Top Mark stood next to him, bent over and saying something in his ear. Santa Poz nodded and Mark scanned the crowd, found Bottom Mark and me, and motioned us over. Nervous but curious, I followed Bottom Mark over to where this man was sitting. "He's known as Santa Poz because he has a 100% hit rate. If he gifts you, it takes. Every Thanksgiving he goes off his meds and lets his viral count climb. By December first, he's ready. He gifts one bottom a day through Christmas Eve. Twenty-four guys a year." As we drew closer, I saw a huge slab of man meat protruding from his lap. No wonder he had so much success! He probably tore apart every hole he fucked. I kind of wanted to see what it felt like to have suck a massive member buried in my guts. Top Mark leaned back over to speak to Santa Poz, motioning to me. "This is Jay!" he shouted. Santa gave me a silent nod of acknowledgement, then motioned for me to turn around. I slowly pivoted 360 degrees, letting him ogle my body, and returned to face him. He smiled, then stood and raised his arms, motioning for everyone to be quiet. His cock hung two thirds of the way down his thigh. It was at least 10 inches soft, and almost as thick as my forearm. It was framed by two huge, hairless balls. The music stopped and the crowd parted. A king-size sleigh bed appeared in the doorway, pushed by the two Marks who had somehow slipped out of my sight as I was modeling for Santa. Casters were mounted to the underside of the bed frame, and they rolled it through the crowd and stopped in front of the throne. Then Santa spoke. "Friends," he began, "you all know why we're here. Each night in December, I offer one man the opportunity to join the poz brotherhood." Wait, WHAT? My mind started spinning. Surely he didn't mean me! Yet he pointed to me. "I have selected this man to receive my gift, should he wish to receive it." I was reeling now. Was this happening spontaneously, or had the Marks singled me out in line? Did I fit a particular type that this Santa Poz preferred? What the hell was I doing?!?!?! I had resigned myself long ago to the idea that I would eventually become poz, but this was so explicit, so in-your-face, that I simultaneously felt titillated and repulsed. I couldn't think clearly. I wanted that cock to split me open, to tear my asshole and leave me a gaping, cum-dripping puddle of sweat in the middle of that bed. But I had never - in all my years of taking raw, anonymous cock - ever knowingly taken a poz load. Could I? I felt every eye in the room on me. Everyone watched and waited for my response. I looked at the two Marks, then at Santa Poz, and that huge slab of man meat hanging between his legs. I was torn, I was confused. And then my body began moving toward the bed, as if I were being guided by an invisible hand. Was this really happening? Was I about to go through with this? I climbed on the bed. The crowd cheered and applauded. The two Marks were grinning wildly. Santa Poz had a look of contentment on his face. "Let us prepare this man to receive my gift!" he cried, and the cheers and applause grew louder. Once on the bed, I assumed the ass-up position, offering my hole to this man with the huge cock and the balls full of toxic cum. Top Mark approached with a bottle of lube that had a nozzle screwed on in place of a cap. Inserting the nozzle into my hole, he proceeded to empty the contents of the bottle into my rectum. Next, Bottom Mark picked up a rather large plug from under Santa Poz's throne. He came to the other side of the bed and set it down next to me. Each of them then produced a small brown bottle and simultaneously held one under each of my nostrils. I inhaled until I couldn't inhale any longer. My head swam from the effects, but I exhaled and took another hit anyway. At that point I felt pressure on my hole, and assumed that Bottom Mark was inserting the plug. I glanced back, only to see the plug still on the bed beside me. Was this Santa Poz? No, he still sat on his throne, watching these men prepare me for him. I felt a searing pain in my hole and knew what the pressure was. A brush. They were scratching up my insides to make sure his gift took. Bottom Mark offered me a brown bottle again and I inhaled mightily as Top Mark began to work the brush in and out. My hands gripped the bed sheet as I endured this onslaught. After just a few moments, he was done, and Top Mark removed the brush from my hole. He held it up to show the crowd, and they cheered. Then he placed it within my view, and I saw that it was a standard-looking bathroom brush, about four inches across. The normally white bristles were red with my blood. Lube dripped from it as he placed it on the floor beside the bed. The crowd began to chant. "Santa Poz! Santa Poz!" The brown bottles appeared under my nose again, and I took two more long deep breaths. My head was swimming and my poor scratched up hole was throbbing, and I hadn't even gotten to the main event. Bottom Mark inserted the plug next. It felt larger than it appeared, and my hole spasmed a bit around its girth. He slowly worked it out, then slid it back in until my sphincter slammed shut on the base. Over and over he continued, until my hole had loosened to the point where he could move the plug in and out with ease. Then the crowd went quiet. Another hit on the brown bottles, and I felt the pressure of another body on the mattress. He pushed my ass down so I was laying on my stomach, my legs together as he straddled them. This was the first time I noticed that despite all the poppers, my cock was rock-hard. I felt the wetness of my precum on my stomach as I pressed into the mattress. "Spread your ass," Santa Poz ordered me, and I complied. I heard the click of a lube bottle, then a few drops dripped onto my ass as he slathered his giant shaft. Then it was time. He shifted on the bed to line up, and positioned that massive missile over my already-abused hole. I was breathless in anticipation. He was gentle at first, working the head of his cock into my ass. I opened easily and my hole greedily consumed it. He rested like that for a moment, gently rocking on his knees with just the tip of his shaft inside me. Then without warning, he plunged balls-deep into my tight, sore ass. Every last inch was suddenly and unexpectedly inside me. I screamed in pain. I writhed in pain. I tried futilely to get away from the burning, searing torture he had brought upon me. The two Marks held me in place as Santa Poz leaned forward and placed a hand on each of my shoulders, pressing me into the bed. With that, he began to work his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out and stretching my hole like it had never been stretched. Once he had me held in place, the two Marks brought the brown bottles back to my nostrils, and after a few more whiffs I was able to begin relaxing. The fucking was relentless. This man's cock was easily 13 inches long and eight or nine inches around. It filled me like I have never been filled before or since. The head of his cock may have bounced off my diaphragm for all I know. I could neither think nor speak with that monstrosity inside me, and I was only vaguely aware that the crowd now surrounded the bed, watching and cheering and yelling as I submitted to my fate. A few times, he backed almost the entire way out before slamming balls-deep again, and for a brief moment each time, everything went dark. Finally, Santa Poz leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "It's time for your Christmas gift." I was surprised to find that I was sad this amazingly intense experience was coming to an end, and that I was oddly excited for the outcome. Almost automatically, I replied, "I want your poz gift, Santa. Please give me my gift!" A few more mighty thrusts, and he froze. His hips bucked as he pumped his toxic seed deep inside me. When he finished, he collapsed on my back, panting. The crowd cheered. It was all so surreal to think that I was now almost certainly poz. But somewhere in my clouded mind there came a sense of relief that it was done, that I knew it was done. The waiting was over. Santa Poz finally got up, his now flaccid but still huge cock sliding slowly out of me. I felt a sudden sense of disappointment; my hole felt oddly and sadly empty after having been so full. He walked to the head of the bed to show me his cock. It was covered in lube and cum and yes, my blood as well. I leaned forward and took what I could into my mouth, then ran my tongue back and forth along his shaft, cleaning it off as best I could. I savored the taste of his fluids and mine mixed together with the sweetness of the lube. As I slowly regained my composure, Bottom Mark appeared again, this time with an even bigger plug than before. "Keep this in for the rest of the night," he advised, as he worked it into my gaping hole. I suddenly felt full again. He helped me to my feet and then he and Top Mark escorted me back to my room. I thought briefly about offering to blow them both in thanks for the evening, but I was exhausted. I got dressed, and they walked me out of the club and put me into a cab for the short ride home. I vaguely remember some of the club patrons coming up to me as we exited, congratulating me and telling me how hot it was to watch me get pozzed. By the time I got home it was nearing 4:00 am. I stumbled into my apartment and collapsed on my bed, where I had a deep and dreamless sleep until 2:00 the next afternoon. When I awoke, the plug was still inside me from last night and my hole had started to tighten up again, so it took some effort to get it out. When it emerged with a "pop!," a puddle of cum and lube and blood gushed out of my hole and onto the bathroom floor. I cleaned up the mess and then, assuming they had meant for me to keep it as a souvenir, I washed off the plug and placed it in my nightstand. Then a long, hot shower and a cup of coffee to wake me up. I looked at the clock; it was almost 5:00. Time to grab some food and get ready to go back to the club. "I wonder who will receive Santa's gift tonight?" I thought to myself. One thing was for certain: I would not miss being in the audience to watch tonight! It's been two and a half months since I met Santa Poz, and I got the call today. His success rate remains steady at 100%.

Love a pierced cock up my arse.....the more piercings the better......then suck it all clean after.....fucking love it

I'm a top and I tend to have an emotional connection to the bottom. Since I'm going to fuck the guy, it's obvious that I like him. After sex, I still like him and I want to fuck him again as long as he feels the same. For me, no one is ever just a receptacle.

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Probably. Between dark rooms and gloryholes can’t be sure who has their dick up my ass. Other times I don’t bother to look back and see who’s breeding my hole. I prefer to put myself in sexual situations where I don’t have to turn someone down. Actually can’t remember the last time I refused a load. I think there was still a Bush in the Whitehouse lol🤪

I’m 100% top and for me it’s primal, animalistic in nature. When I’m horny I cannot think rational. Everything is pure base animal lust. When I am fucking I am feeling every sensation of the bottom with the thought of how I’m going to release inside him. Once I grip the neck and feel my self throb and grunt inside a bottom I feel a sense of ownership over the bottom. This is why I hate when they try to push my load out after. Keep my load inside I want it buried deep in you.

This is based on a true story and it happened just about 4 years ago. I had been fairly new to the scene had probably fooled around with about 6 guys mostly giving and receiving oral and had been fucked once. I was on this hookup site and had been talking with this guy for a couple days trying to get a feel for him as he was for me. He asked me what I was into and what I wasn't. I told him that I was fairly new to the scene and had probably fooled around with about a half of a dozen men mostly giving and receiving oral and had been fucked once. Some of the things I would like to try is some ass play more on receiving and maybe some toys but til I have more experience getting fucked. He told me that he was versatile(more a versatile bottom) and how he likes to get fucked and have toys used on him(he had sent me some pictures of the toys he had) and that he had a lot of toys and most of them were very big and thick. He also said that he had a playroom that had a sling,a fuck bench and some other things. He asked if I ever PNP. I asked him what did he mean(never heard or did T) he said some guy like to PNP with T because they are more wild and like feeling that warm rushing feeling. I said I don't think that I could do anything like that(for personal reasons.) He seemed ok with it. We decided to meet up that following weekend at his place. He had informed me that he had a couple roommates but that they probably would be out for the night. I had gotten there on a Friday night around 8 and we started talking. His name was Chris he was about 5'10 160 lbs with short brown hair and eyes and he had a goatee and about 55 years old. He was in good shape and from what I could make out from the sweat pants he had on he was more than average size(and cut.) While talking he asked if I wanted anything to drink so I said sure he went to the cabinet and grabbed 2 glasses as he did I noticed him looking in the glasses( figured he was making sure that they were clean,come to find out the glass he gave me had G in it.) He handed me my glass and I took a big gulp as I was thirsty. We talked some more I had finished the glass he gave me and I had asked if I could use the bathroom and he pointed me towards the bathroom when I had come back out the glass was full again and he said grab your drink and let me show you the playroom. As we were walking to the playroom I was taking sips from the glass and I started to feel funny(but in a good way) I felt a little light headed and really horny but I didn't think it was from the drink he gave me because I had watched him pour the juice in it. And he seemed perfectly normal so it couldn't be the juice. When we got to the playroom I was starting to feel really hot and asked if it was ok to take my shirt off he looked at me and asked if I was feeling ok and I said yeah I just started to feel really hot and he said ok as he was showing me around the room I couldn't help looking back to the sling(it was a nice size one and it had straps on all 4 chains that held the sling up that was hanging in the middle of the room and the fuck bench looked very comfortable as the padding on it was thick( just by feeling it) he noticed that I kept looking over at the sling and he said you like that. For the first time I went to say yes but it sounded like I started to slur my words and I was feeling really light headed and more horny than I had ever felt. He said you sure your ok you don't look good. I said I just feel a little light head and he said why don't you get in the sling here I will help you. As he helped me into the sling and I laid back he took my left wrist and put in the strap that was behind me and tightened it up and did the same to the right wrist but I didn't notice it at first as I was still feeling light headed and I wasn't really paying attention to him until he started to remove my pants as I went to stop him that's when I realized that he had strapped my wrist up and he continued to remove my pants and boxers off then he took my left leg and pulled it back til he thought it was in the right place and then did the same to my right leg as he put the straps on my ankles. After he was done I could feel that my ass was slightly lifted up and off the sling. I asked him what is he doing and he said that he had plans for me and that he wasn't a versatile bottom and that he likes to make guys think that he is and once he gets guys here he likes to get them high(he had told me the reason I feel the way I do is because he had put some G in my drink) and likes to have other guys come and use the guy he invited over. He said when he saw and read my profile that he waited to message me til he was sure that he could get a few guys he knew would be interested in using me. Then he said he had placed something on another site he belonged to and said that he would be hosting a new guy who wants to be used and that he likes big cocks and toys. He said that he was surprised by all the guys who were interested and most suggested that it would be even hotter that if the guy was feeling wild and piggy as he walked over to the table and opened up a black bag that was on the table and pulled out a bag that had something that was clear and crystal like and crushed it up and then he pulled out a needle and put some of that clear crystal like substance in the needle and then he put some water in it. After he shook it up for a minute or 2 and then he grabbed what I knew was a tourniquet and put it around my arm and tightened it up and just before he put the needle in my vein he said this should be good to start with as I noticed that he had about a .4 and once he saw the blood he said away we go as I watched him push the plunger down and just before he finished pushing what was in the needle I started to cough and this feeling I never experienced before started to take over my body. I felt this warm rushing feeling run threw my entire body and it felt like my asshole was on fire I literally could feel it pulsing and throbbing. He pulled the needle out and said how you feeling as he stood where my ass was and said you must be feeling good as I felt him start to rub my pulsing and throbbing hole and I couldn't stop him if I wanted to as my wrist were still strapped up. Then he went to his bag again and pulled out another needle but this one didn't have a needle on it and he filled it half way what I thought was water(but it was more G) then he put a little bit of lube on and in my hole as he stuck the needleless needle in my hole and I could feel my hole start to burn a little bit and he said it will only last a minute or 2 but It will make me feel really good I had already started to feel good from the slam he gave me but once that g started to kick in my only thought was to have my hole played with or fucked really good. He said that his friends will be here soon and that he had to go get ready as well then he walked behind me and put a blindfold on me and then he unstrapped one of my wrist and said you will need this it's a bottle of poppers. I was thinking why would I need poppers he said that he will be back soon. I heard him moving around and then I felt something wet in around my hole and whatever it was he made sure that there was plenty and then I heard the door open but right before he shut the door I heard this noise and felt something pushing against my hole as he said enjoy it and shut the door I couldn't believe he had not just left me like this and to top it all off he had lied to me and now I am so high and horny and I can't get away. Even though he unstrapped one of my wrist I couldn't reach my other wrist or my ankles to unstrapped them. And then whatever was pushed up against my hole had slowly starting to open and stretch my hole I took a hit from the poppers and I could feel my muscles in my hole start to relax and then whatever was going in my hole drew back. I put the poppers on my chest and took the blindfold off and when I looked down between my legs that were still pulled back I saw this big and thick dildo(one that I definitely was not use to playing with) and it was attached to a fucking machine and it started to push back in my hole as I started to moan then I heard the motor start to get a little louder as the machine seemed to go a little faster. This continued for about 15-20 minutes and I was so high and horny and the dildo was now going faster and deeper that unconsciously I started to move my hips back and forth meeting each fasting thrust and then my hips started to move up and down as well as back and forth, I never felt my hole being opened and stretched like that I was so into getting fucked by this big and thick dildo that was not only opening and stretching my hole up but now it's going in and out of my hole that I didn't even hear Chris come back into the room til he started talking and when I looked I saw him standing behind the fucking machine looking at my hole getting fucked fast and deep he said well it looks like your ready for the real thing as he stopped the machine moved it away and walked to the table opened the baggie up and pulled something out of it walked back to me and started to push 2 fingers in my hole and I felt some burning as his fingers slid out then he said my 3 friends should be here soon and they want you primed up and ready to get your holes used More to come soon

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

MMMMMMMMMMM...beautiful piercings, Bruce! Love PA's up my ass!

My cellmate was a gang leader and pimped me out but I only had to be with guys he told me to... Nobody else could touch

You might like to read the Watersports 101 post I wrote for my blog. [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2016/03/watersports-101-mini-master-class.html I went on to teach a WS class at CLAW in 2019 and was slated to do it again in 2020 until the event was cancelled. I will hopefully be on the roster when CLAW returns to Cleveland in 2022.

The only type of watersport I do is pissing in a guy's ass after I've fucked him. I he asked to drink my piss, I would say no. That would turn me off.

Fucking love it! I’ve taken both PAs and reverse PAs.

Yes for sure bleed and seed

I have sex with men... I don't want anyone to refer to my hole as a cunt but I absolutely despise the word pussy. I'm not against anyone with a fetish for those words but they're an instant turn off for me. When is sub mode you can call it my hole, cumchute or fuck tube but please don't try to feminize me.

Thoughts and feelings will be different for every fuck. If it's a fuck with an anonymous hook up, it can be mechanical and cumming is purely a reflex action. It's fun and you've satisfied an itch but you haven't invested any emotion. It's completely different with someone you have chemistry with. I feel as if I have shared a part of myself with that person and them with me. I'm more inclined to ensure that person's needs are satisfied too and I want to make it a memorable and positive experience for both of us. I have many other kinks and fetishes and what happens will depend on what fetishes we share.

To me, a Tops piss is another form of semen. Obviously, that's a personal point of view, not universal. i have found if a guy is Top and/or Dom in His nature, He is often also into or open to WS. You may have to approach it subtly at first because, even in the gay community, puritanical notions can be part of ones make up. i've always thought it's pretty interesting how every human sex organ is also used for 'waste' disposal. Even a woman has a period through her vagina every 21 days or so, and that is removing waste. To me, a womans period is sort of like a 7 day bowel movement lol (i'm a nurse, i am not delicate). Point is, the sensibilities some have about piss are generally culturally conditioned and can be undone. To me, it's not unlike being gay and having to get past the cultural conditioning that assumes everyone is straight. Some believe our urine has pheromones in it, sexual attractants and markers, like other mammals have. To me, if it comes from a guy with a Top or Dom nature, it's 'seed,' if it comes from a bottom or sub, it's 'waste.' Again, not making a universal declaration, it's how i am wired. i love the symbiosis of a Total Top/total bottom dynamic. And i have met plenty of Tops and/or Doms who see it the same way. in my experience, if one is a Total Top or Dom, they can have the kind of energy in them that will attach to using Their piss with a bottom or sub. It's not just the bottom or sub who has negative conditioning to get past. i took to getting piss up my ass immediately. The first time, i held it in all night, fell asleep with my Tops piss in my gut. The next day when i peed, i could smell His piss impregnating my pee. That is fucking awesome, it's a true form of impregnation. Drinking is different, and others have given info that i'd only be repeating on what to drink, getting used to, etc.. For me? Getting over the quantity and taste is a matter of practice, developing a skill. The driving force for me is the natural need/desire in me to receive my Tops cock and what comes out of it, to give and receive His pleasure into me. To me, that is the connection and bond between Top/bottom, where each of our need/desire feeds the others. That's what i tap into to overcome any fear i may have about taste or quantity. i'm still in the learning process when it comes to drinking piss from my Tops cock, but again, that is just learning skill and technique, the desire of me and my Top is what fuels the learning effort... and that is very strong indeed.

I've realized what I like and that's a man breeding me....if he is the son of Odin and is a 6'5 nordic stud then fuck me or if he looks as if he lives under a bridge then fuck me....I do not care nor discriminate if I'm in the mood.....

Its Sunday afternoon , my usual day to buy groceries up at Brookshires. Its a warm day and as usual I have on a pair of shorts , commando of course and a T shirt. I arrive at Brookshires , walk in and get my cart and off I go to the isles .. as I'm shopping I run into an old gay contact. His name is Mac. He's my height but heavier with a big fat cock about 7 1/2 inches with a slight curve. I remember it well because I sucked it off twice. We had some small talk and he tells me the news he is now poz but on meds and undetectable . He said he needed to use the bathroom while we were talking and I said I needed to go too.. I really wanted to see his big cock , I believe he had the same intentions .. We both walk into the bathroom and its empty. We belly up to the stalls and pull our cocks out.. I looked at his big cock as it was pissing and started getting hard.. Mac asks " you wanna suck my poz cock?" I said "why not ! " We went into the handicap stall.. I dropped my shorts when we stepped in.. My cock was already hard. Just so happened he was also commando and dropped his shorts.. His big cock was hard and standing tall !.. we started rubbing our cocks together. Mac pulled me close and we started kissing deep. I rubbed his hard cock as we made out.. I soon went to my knees and started sucking Mac's big poz cock. MMMMM is was really good. I just love sucking a big dick like a whore bottom boy. Mac held my head and started face fucking me .. I soon tasted his slick precum as it hit my tongue .. Mac's says " you should come on over to my house." I agreed.. We quickly put our pants up and finished up our grocery shopping.. I was soon at Mac's door. He let me in.. He had on a bathrobe with his cock hanging out the front.. I love that.. i wasted no time and I grabbed his cock as we quickly started making out again.. I unbutton my shorts drop and they drop off reveling my hard cock.. Mac is rubbing and squeezing my ass with both his hands while I'm rubbing his big dick.. We soon head for the bedroom.. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull my shirt off.. I'm now naked with a throbbing hard on... Mac sets his robe on the chair .. Mac walks toward me , his cock was standing tall , mmm it looked so hot.. He gets close and my legs automatically spread apart.. He pulls my legs up and gets close.. His cock was on top of mine as his rubs his cock back and forth in a fucking motion .. his big cock looked so hot on top of mine . Soon he guides it down to my boy hole.. He says " you ready to take my poz cock?" What could I say at this point, I said " yeah , fuck me with your big poz cock" Mac says " yeah , you like that big poz cock !" Mac continued to rub his big cockhead back and forth across my boy hole.. His precum was making it slick .. Mac says as he slips the head in " mmm take it !" It felt so good as I love cock head slipping in and out . I was hungry to have his big poz cock up my ass.. Mac kept working his cock deeper and deeper up my ass till he was balls deep..He then fucked me deep with long strokes keeping the pressure on my ass.. My cock was hard as he fucked me good and deep.. Mac says " you want that hot poz load don't you boy?" I said "yeah" in between the moans every time he drove his cock deep.. Mac says "good , cause I don't pull out ! " Mac continues to work my ass over , his precum had my ass walls all slick. Mac says ," your prostate is absorbing my poz cum , you like having your prostate pounded and massaged with my poz cock don't you boy !" I said "yes" in between the moans.. I soon had to cum as I couldn't hold it .. I stroked my cock as he fucked me , I soon shot a huge load... I moaned and moaned as I cummed while he pounded my prostate !! I must have shot a dozen squirts of cum !! Mac says " you ever taken a poz load before ? " I said " I don't think so " Mac says " mmm a virgin" Mac picks up the pace ,, I could tell he was turned on fucking my neg ass knowing he would be my first poz load" Soon Mac starts to whimper and grunt .. I could feel his cock twitching as he pulsated his poz load deep in my ass ! He pulls out and looks at his prize before he slides back in to finish his orgasm.. When he pulled out I could feel a couple streams of sperm sliding down !! Mac slowly fucks me . Mac say's "I love fucking a creamed ass!" Mac pulls my hips and drives it deep and holds it there.. Mac says " absorb that seed boy ! " Mac never lost his hard on and fucks me slowly making sure he pumps every last drop of cum in my ass ! He finally let me loose after 15 minutes ! I get up and slip my shorts on and head home.. My ass felt really good, cum fucked , stretched and pozzed.

Accepting that I'm a cocksucker has given me purpose. I grew up with a lot of social anxiety and I've always beat myself up for being shy, being cowardly, not speaking up for myself at work, not talking to the girl I really want, not being "alpha" enough. These things can make you feel terrible inside, like you're worthless, not good enough. I've always felt like I'm not brave. I'm afraid of a lot of things. I'm not the type of person to jump into a freezing cold pool. I'm not a person that will just take the plunge or do something in the moment. I've never been in a fight. If someone was bullying me, I won't defend myself as best as I could. All of these things make me feel insecure, weak, cowardly. But at a certain point I realized, I shouldn't feel bad about being this way. I should just accept that this is my nature, this is who I am. So I'm a beta and not an aggressive dominant guy. I feel inferior to other men. So What? There's nothing wrong with that. I only began to become comfortable with this realization after I began to accept that my role and purpose was to be a cocksucker. Once I let cock have power over me, all of these things that made me feel bad about myself began to sexually turn me on. All the times I was bullied as a kid by other boys, that feeling of being inferior to other bigger stronger boys, with cocksucking, I like being bullied. I like to feel inferior, to be overwhelmed by that dominating male energy. When I'm sucking cock, I'm at peace and feel comfortable about who I am. I want to be submissive, I don't want to speak up for myself. I want to be told what to do. I want to be bossed around by a cock. I want a more powerful guy to bully me around, make me feel beneath him. That big penis ramming my throat is where I belong and what I deserve, and I love it. Going out on a Friday night and putting myself under pressure to hit on a girl and try to take her home just seems stressful, uncomfortable and a lot of work. Compare that with going straight to a man's bed and feeling that big fleshy mushroom head in your mouth and getting fed a warm salty load, it's pure enjoyment and all you have to do is just be a cocksucker. Ultimately, I feel like we're most alive when we give up control. We try to control everything in our lives, and that's how we stay in our comfort zones and never end up truly living. It's when we give up control that we are brave, fighting against our fears to do something. Everyone does this in different ways in life, but for me, that's pleasuring men and sucking cocks. That moment a man's pants come down and I first see his cock, it's an act of bravery putting it in my mouth, pushing away all the fears and worries about what society thinks about it, what my friends and family would think etc. It's brave just to give into your desires, to give up control and let this man and this cock give you a purpose. Once I take that leap and touch his cock, my only purpose is to do anything this guy wants to make him feel good. The cock comes first, I come second. This cock controls my world until it cums. When he demands I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, that's my version of jumping into a cold pool. I'm not brave enough to jump in a pool or out of a plane, or to go talk to that girl, or fight the bully, but I'm brave enough to open my mouth for his load. Straight men aren't brave enough to do something like this. They'd be cowards compared to me. That makes me feel worthy and valuable. This is a way I get to feel powerful. It takes guts to allow yourself to be used, to give up your free will and do whatever this guy needs to get his maximum pleasure. In the end, I feel like men give me purpose. Sucking their penises gives me a reason to be who I am. Making them cum gives me a goal, even if it's just small a 20 minute goal. Being submissive and eating their sperm lets me feel brave and fearless. In reality, I'm not weak, inferior, or worthless; I'm just a good cocksucker 😄 Curious if anyone else feels this way, I know we all suck for different reasons...

Hole or shiThole works for me

Soap opera drama to the max, with the creep getting fired and the baddie getting the snot beaten out of him by the security boys. Plus another cute young hottie attracting Alex. My favourite part of this episode? The hilarious dialogue among Alex and his Three Musketeers: Francis, Liam, and Artem. Funny as hell!

Oh Fuck Yes ! more - more - Please ! Make your Bitch and Whore - multi loads and make me Bleed !

I'd love to find a guy to fuck me with a PA and make me bleed like a virgin again ... LOL

There's a difference between being fucked and being bred. If you're a bottom, you know what I'm talking about - you know when a man is breeding you, and you know when a man is just fucking you. The question is, how do you know? How about the way he acts? Oh, no, that's not the way; And you're not listenin' to all I sa - wait a minute, that's Cher... I mean, part of it is the way he acts, the subtle shift in tone of his voice, the difference in the position and firmness of his grip, the angle of his hips when he mounts you - I'll never forget one anonymous guy at camp who got up behind me without a word, and even though I couldn't see him in the dark, I could tell the exact position of his body, the same position taken by male animals in the wild for pure reproduction. It became a purely instinctual act of two creatures, and he reached forward and gripped me by the back of the neck as his cock pulsed his seed deep inside me. When he had finished, he pulled up his shorts, and paused to look at me long enough for me to just make out his silhouette and the gleam of his eyes in the night. Then he was gone. Ironically, a comment like "I'm gonna breed your ass, bitch." is not necessarily a prelude to a breeding. It's probably a reliable prelude to a pretty solid fucking, but actual breeding requires a mindset on the part of both the Top and the bottom - although the bottom's mindset is optional (his asset is not). The Top must think of, and by diverse means, convey, that he has Power and is about to convey some essence of that power into the body of the bottom. The Top-As-Breeder must demonstrate that he is in control of the whole setting, that he has intent, that he is going to achieve his goal no matter what, and that he is equipped for the task at hand. When I say "equipped", I know what you're thinking. And you're not wrong. But the last time a man bred me, he was the most consummate breeder I ever encountered. He had it down to a science. This man arrived at the door of my cabin to look at some gear we had talked about earlier. There had been no discussion of hooking up. He carried with him a small bag, but I didn't pay any attention to it. After I offered him something to drink, we looked over the gear, then he commented, "Nice cabin. Is the bed over there?" It was; I showed him. He said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to fuck you." Well, then. After he got me naked on the bed, he opened the small bag he carried, and brought out a small anal lube shooter (legislation should be passed requiring every Top to carry one of these, loaded for insertion) and a small triangular pillow made of foam, covered in blue cloth. "I custom-made this for breeding," he said of the pillow. "It elevates your ass to exactly the right height and tilts your hips to just the right angle for me. Raise up." Height - angle - he must have taken measurements, because true to his word, he had me precisely where he wanted me for the deepest conceivable penetration, the smoothest, longest strokes, the most varied positioning of my legs, the greatest exposure of my hole, my cock and balls, and view of my face. He took his time about it, too, and when he finally unloaded inside me, packed his kit and left, my legs wouldn't stop shaking and my anus kept clenching. After my door closed behind him, I realized he must have intended to breed me from the first time he saw me earlier in the day. He had set his sights, moved on me without hesitation, taken complete control, and bred me like I belonged to him. Hm...I wonder how hard it would be to make an adjustable foam pillow...

Went to subway sauna in Melbourne over the weekend, and spent a few hours. Probably one of the quietest cruising I’ve been on, but still great after lots of lockdown! Next will get to wet on Wellington! Went to darkroom at subway, and had a few cock up my ass, but no one nutted. And lots of condom fuck! Which was annoying ! But still a cock. The night got better when a couple of Filipino guys fuck me raw and they were like jack hammer 🙂 not the biggest cock but they fuck for hours! Literally spent a long time with the two of them fucking me! I came hands free and one load my hole and the other came in my mouth! So that was great! Hopefully more next time ! And do really miss club 80!

I’m not, I think most aren’t

Still cant get images to up load to this site, To bad because I have a nice one of breeding a collage jock in his apartment while he sucks his roomy dry. deep breeding him to be a total cum slut. I hope to plant my seed in his roomies boy hole next

next time in town would love to hook up and maybe be cump dumps together or if you are versatile you could fuck me as well 🙂. always have to ask. Let me know if you know of any events going on that are good events for cum dumps. I have been to pig week in ft Lauderdale and it was amazing they had about 20,000 guys in from all over the world and it was a lot of fun. wanted to go this year but the schedule is not really working out that well so would love to know about any other events if you know of any. Love your pics!!!!!!!!

I use to suck my cousin off when we were younger, he even sucked me a few times. Never fucked which I regret lol

The only thing I'd add is that this is true of a multitude of topics on here, many of which quickly devolve into a game of one-upmanship of bragging about alleged sexual experiences, many of which I think are complete fabrications created as masturbatory fodder. It's just more egregious when it's done on the topic of childhood sexual experiences.

It's a surprisingly common fetish, actually (at least from what I've found). If you're upfront about it, generally you find the guy is either into it or curious about trying it. As far as taste goes, it's kinda like guy's cum; some taste great, others not so much. If it's too strong, I do spit it out. But anyone I do piss play with regularly knows what to drink to make it taste good for me.

I was briefly owned, and my Master was heavily into WS. I had never done it and he was understanding. He assigned me several tasks at first, having me drink different things like water, beer, alcohol or water, then drinking my own piss. After I required a taste for it. He then taught me to drink directly from tap. Was understanding at first, letting me spill some. As it progressed I was told that if I spilled a single drop I would be punished

This is an interesting post, with more than one answer possible: I'm about 80%T, leaving 20 up to other Cocks. Years ago, when I had become well-versed in backroom action (but only just ...) the only thing I thought of was Ahhhh ... that was a good fuck (or occasionally not). At that point I was utterly selfish in my outlook, and hadn't learned anything at all about the "connection" we can access when we use our Cocks for more than just pumping Sperm. To be completely honest, I didn't think about the other guy much at all. Dumb & Stupid, and worst of all, Selfish. Not that I intended to be self-centered, but I realized later that it was completely true. For a few years, I never (intentionally) fucked the same Hole twice, since - as I saw it then - I already know what x Hole feels like, and there are so many more I still need to experience. Those were the years that I really built up the count, as referred to in another post. At the time, I had only taken one Cock up my gut, that being my life-partner's, and it was painful - to the point he never was able to cum in my ass, and didn't want to harm me. Those were the years that I really built up the count, as referred to in another post. There was, a few years later, somewhat of an epiphany that took place, in the fuckroom of the Gold Coast - cum Eagle (frankly, I don't recall whether it was before the demise of the GC or after - the same bar just changed names). I've described said epiphany elsewhere on BZ, and won't go into it all over again, but the crux is, I suddenly realized - in mid-fuck in the backroom - that I'd been shutting out at least half of the Breeding Thrill due to myopic lack of an open mind / heart. Once it entered my thick head that these were men - human beings I was fucking, with hopes, aspirations, dreams of whatever, living their lives - it was like an earthquake. It was then that I started really doing some intellectual work on what I had failed to even consider. It took no small amount of time to adjust my selfish mind, and get rid of that "My Cock is what Counts" mindset. I consider it a gift from the Universe. I have learned that some Holes need a hot hard hammerfuck and a goodbye. Some Holes need a Caring, Loving, Intimate, Sharing Mating with my Cock. They are men, human beings worthy of everything I can possibly deliver, and I particularly love delivering it to Whore-Holes. That said, the venue of the action does impact the issue. At my favorite fuckjoint, I seldom even see their face, and do my thing accordingly. But I take my cues from the Hole as well, if there are any offered. Of course, it's much easier to "share" - "mate with" (as opposed to just rutting) when that experience takes place here, in my home, where I am in control. The real answer to the question is, I do care about the Hole. I want to give him what he needs, as well as take from him what I need. "Connection" makes any fuck special, particularly with men who have dedicated their lives, well-being to relieving any/all Cocks that require it. I call it "mating", because in my mind, that term elevates Breeding to a higher level than mere rutting/Breeding in an anonymous Hole. While I'm the last guy to foreswear the latter, I love the former even more. Never-the-less, it's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

My name is Alan and this is a story of how I became the pig bottom I was meant to be. The beginning of the story is just some back ground information for you. When I was 18 years old, my cousin Amy and her husband moved in to the house down the street from us. From the time I had met him I had always wanted him to use me. He was 6’2” 230 pounds, very hairy and very muscular, athletic and always working out. His name was Michael but because of his strength his nickname was Bull. Later I found another reason to call him that. As I had the slim build of a swimmer, was somewhat shorter at 5’9”, and as he was seven years older than I, we were very much in contrast to each other. I was always the quiet one in the family and shy. I knew I was gay and like most 18 year olds, I was always horny, but I couldn’t act on my impulses and hid that I was gay from my family. The fantasies I had every time I jerked off were always of him or of a man like him using me as a fuck toy little did I know I would get my wish and then some. Because Bull's wife, my true cousin, was family, we would always be at each other’s houses for dinner, family parties and so forth. That June after I graduated from high school we all went to our family reunion together and I had to sit next to HIM. I was wedged in the front seat between my father and Bull and the heat that radiated off of him was amazing. As Bull and my father talked I would steal glances of him including the bulge in his pants. As he shifted in his seat to get more comfortable I swear he rubbed against me on purpose but then again we were crammed in the front seat. When we got to the reunion I helped everyone unload the car and then I went off exploring to see what other family members were doing. I hung around some of my other cousins who were of my age, we went down to the creek to drink beer we took from our family coolers and to smoke some weed. About two hours later I had to pee real bad and went to use the bathroom. When I walked into the bathroom Bull was in there changing, he was getting ready to go jet skiing on the creek. His shirt was off and he said Hi as I walked in. I said Hi in reply, and walked over to the urinals to pee. I kept watching him out of the corner of my eye and tried to pee but couldn’t, my dick was hard just seeing him without his shirt on. I flushed and zipped up hoping he wouldn’t notice the tenting in my shorts. As I tried to get out of there ASAP I realized he was talking to me and I asked him what he said. He laughed and said I must have my mind on other things. He repeated to ask me if I liked to go jet skiing with him or did I have other plans. I stammered that I had other plans and left the bathroom. The rest of the day all I could think of was him and that body. I jerked off three times that night. After the family reunion I didn’t see him again until August. My mom asked if I could go over to their house and mow the lawn since they were away on vacation. I said sure and headed over. I started mowing the front lawn and then moved to the back. With my ear buds in and the music turned up loud I did not hear Bull walk up behind me in the yard. He tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped. He said he was sorry and that he did not mean to startle me. I told him I had my music turned up and hadn't seen him. I told him I didn’t think anyone was around and that he and Amy were on vacation. He told me that Amy decided to go visit friends since he could not get off from work. He asked if I wanted a drink of water and I told him that would be great. We walked into the house and he got me a bottle of water from the fridge. He handed it to me and I didn’t even notice that it had no cap on it. I drank it down in two gulps. We walked into the great room and sat down. He sat right next to me even though there was plenty of room on the couch. I couldn’t help but stare at his body, I wanted to lick his pits and suck on his nipples. I started to feel funny and felt like I was going into a daze. Bull started talking to me and asked me why I left the bathroom so early at the reunion. I asked what he ment and he told me he knew I was checking him out and he thought that I would let him fuck me or at least suck his cock. "Wow that is blunt" I said, and he replied he knew I was a fag and that I was always checking him out, and asked if I had ever been with a guy. My reply was "No." "Good," he said, "I like breaking in virgin hole and wrecking it." With that he stood and dropped his shorts, his cock was massive: it was about ten inches long, uncut, and thick as a beer can. Grinning, he snapped his fingers and asked me if I liked what I saw. All I could do was nod. He was alternating between rubbing his hand up and down his body and pulling on his left nipple, remarking in the process "You look like you are a great cock sucker." I don’t know what it was but I knew I needed to be used by him. He asked if I would like another bottle of water or something stronger and I asked for something stronger. He fixed me a rum and coke that was almost all rum and very strong. I drank it down and put the glass down. He put his hand on my head and guided me toward his cock. At first I could only get the cock head into my mouth but as he encouraged me and pushed my head on to him I gaged at first getting spit all over his cock, I then realized I had him partially down my throat. He was telling me what a good boi I was and that he knew I could do this. It was then I felt his hand work into the back of my shorts and his finger found my hole. With no lube he pushed his finger into my hole and it hurt slightly. I told him that it hurt and burned and he said good your ass will get used to it in time. He then used his other hand to push my mouth back on his cock. He told me that I was a slut and that he would teach me how to take all cocks, no questions asked and he will make me into the pig I was ment to be. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to undress. I was very drunk at this point and realized that he must of spiked my drink because I was also very hot and very horny. I quickly stripped down and he told me to turn around and he started licking my ass. I never felt this before and I was in heaven. I felt my hole loosening up ever so slightly. He told me I was ready and had me lay on the sofa my legs spread out and my hole was exposed. The next thing I know his cock head was at my hole and he was trying to push it in. It hurt and I asked him to stop, but he just laughed and said "A pig bottom learns to take the pain and with my fuckin' cock I am sure to tear you a bit." He thrust into me a little more and I screamed in pain. I did not know what lube was at that time but I know he didn’t use anything other than spit and his precum. After what seemed like an eternity he started moving his cock in and out of my hole. The pain was starting to go away and I started to enjoy his pulling out and pushing back in, and he remarked "I've never seen a bottom open up so fast - you must be a natural born fuck." Then he started to grunt I realized that he was cumming in my hole and that he was not wearing a condom. I asked him if he should be wearing a condom and he replied "Fuck no. A pig boy should always take the seed of any man." He then pulled out, remarking "A pig also knows that he should clean any cock that uses his hole" so I took his cock into my mouth. It was then that I tasted my blood on his cock. To this day I love when a top fills me with his seed. This is my first attempt at writing my story. It is a mix of truth and fiction. The story does start off slow but I have much more to tell if you want

It really depends on the context what Tops decide to call me. I like “Hole” as a general term to describe what I am. Being referred to as hole is very reassuring of my purpose. To Men, I’m a hole first and foremost Pussy is much more soft and feminizing. Tops usually use it before we meet or to refer to what they want from me. I hear Cunt more often after I get fucked and wrecked. When my ‘hole’ is gaping and swollen it gets called a Cunt. I think it’s a title that mostly earn. Each ones has its own connotation, and I don’t mind being called any. All are descriptive of me and what I exist for. 🥰

That's rather a circular question, because it basically boils down to "How long can you go without showing symptoms if you don't show symptoms?" What I assume you mean is "If you don't have fuck flu-like symptoms when you're first infected, how long can you go before you show signs of HIV infection?" And the answer to that is that it varies from person to person, considerably, but it can be "pretty long", if you don't get tested. I've known several guys who thought they were negative (and who never got tested) who found out they were positive when they were on death's door, having rapidly lost 40 or so pounds in a couple of months and facing unexplainable other medical problems. In one case, the guy hadn't had unprotected sex in almost 15 years and no sex at all for the last dozen. The good news is that all but one recovered rapidly as soon as treatment began, with most remaining undetectable from about 4-5 months after starting treatment until now. The bad news is that having delayed diagnoses and treatment for so long, their bodies have little "reserve" for fighting on their own without meds so adherence to the daily regimen is that much more important.

I would think the title would have been a dead giveaway to the type of story to expect. Personally, I'm not a fan of the stories where pigs just beg to be chemmed and fucked because there's really no plot or suspense to it. I don't support non-consensual activities IRL either, but this is fantasy, and fantasy should push the boundaries of what we can get away with in reality. Personally, I hope we get more of this story. I skip past many stories that don't excite me without commenting. To each their own, but this story seems pretty in line with what I've come to expect from this forum. Keep it coming!!

As Trevor blew out a third huge cloud of white chem smoke Daddy Mason stroked his monster black dick, slapping it loudly against his new pig's cheeks, coating them with precum. He laughed darkly as he heard Trevor's moans of need. “You like that big black dick smacking your face boi? Does it feel good slut?” “Yes, oh fuck yes Sir it feels so good!” Trevor answered. “It's gonna feel even fucking better inside your hungry white pig cunt boi!”, Daddy Mason told him. “I know Sir. I can't wait. Please Daddy Mason, please fuck me with your fat hard cock. Fucking wreck my hole!” “Don't you worry slut, Daddy Mason is going to wreck your hole like it needs to be wrecked. In the nastiest way possible!” Trevor and I both moaned hungrily at the same time when we heard this. Trevor moaned in partyed-up pig hunger for the black cock he'd been worshipping and lusting for. I moaned because I knew exactly what Daddy Mason meant and was so turned on knowing what was just ahead for Trevor. My moans were also brought on as I felt Leather Daddy's unholy totally toxic dick start to ram harder and deeper into my welcoming open boi hole. “Oh gawd yes, Daddy! Please fuck me Sir! Fuck your son's cock addicted pussy and knock me up with your dirty Daddy seed! I need your cum in me Daddy!” I pleaded in dark need, not trying to keep my voice low so Trevor didn't hear me call Leather Daddy's seed dirty. He was so fucked up from all the drugs and so focused on Daddy Mason that nothing was going to penetrate his mind. But very soon he was going to be penetrated with the extremely toxic cock and cum from his black Master. Daddy Mason reached toward Trevor and grabbed his left nipple in a powerful grip catching the boy offguard and making him scream out in pain. “Oh fuckkkkkkkk Sir! Oh damn it hurts Daddy Mason!” he wailed. Daddy Mason spit into the sweat drenched face of his white pussy boy making Trevor go totally silent in surprise. “If Daddy Mason wants it to hurt then he'll make it hurt. If you really want to be my special pig slut you won't say a fucking word. You got that you white whore?! You said NOTHING could make you not wanna serve me. You best be proving you mean what you say boy or I'll find me a real cock whore to be my special fuck boy!” “No, Daddy Mason. Please Sir! Make me your special fuck boy. Make me yours to use and do whatever you want.” Trevor's voice was trembling with fear of being rejected as his Master's pig slave. “I mean it Daddy Mason! Nothing, nothing will ever make me not want to be yours always! Please let me prove it to you. Please!” Daddy Mason grinned darkly and leaned forward toward the sexy cock addicted bottom slut in front of him. Moving his hand from Trevor's abused nipple to the back of his neck he pulled Trevor's face to his and covered the boy's mouth with his thick dark lips shoving his tongue roughly into Trevor's panting mouth. They swapped spit and moaned into each other for almost 2 minutes before the ebony god broke the kiss. He looked into Trevor's black dilated eyes. “That's the attitude your Daddy wants from his special fuck boy. And I'm going to give you a chance now baby boy to convince your Daddy Mason you are sincere” He shoved Trevor back a bit making him have to catch himself with his arms. Daddy Mason stood up from the chair, his muscled awesome naked black body towering above Trevor on the floor. “You know boy, the whole time I've been here and having you service me, it's all been face to face. You haven't seen me from behind. My ass, my back, my shoulders – you ain't see n none of it. You need to see ALL of your Master.” Saying that Daddy Mason slowly turned 180 degrees until his solid-as-marble muscled ass and full back was just inches in front of Trevor's lusting eyes. “Look at me boy,” he said over his shoulder. “Let your eyes look at your Sir's hot powerful ass, up to the muscles rippling across my back, and up to my thick wide shoulders and neck. Look good boy. Make sure you see all of me.” I moved my eyes up the same magnificent trail that Daddy Mason instructed Trevor to do and just as my gaze settled on his broad shoulders, I heard Trevor whisper hoarsely, “Oh fuckkkk!”, as I felt my pulse quicken with lust and darkness. Right between Daddy Mason's ripped muscled shoulder blades was a deep-red biohazard tattoo!!

I'm a regular GH fan, slim and fit dude in his mid-thirties. I was in a reckless slutty mood and hit my favorite glory holes near where I live. Usually straight guys go into whichever vacant booth hoping to find a willing mouth, most of the time without looking inside. They just wanna get off, as most gay men know if they have had a straight hookup. I walked in and I walked out to hear some audible noises from the left of the center booth. He was really enjoying the someone's mouth. I didn't have anything to do since it was quite dead, so I proceeded to enter the right of the center booth and check out what's happening. A balding dude bobbed rhythmically and slurped loudly to what seemed like a big dick. What a lucky dude I thought! I walked out and waited around while hearing more moans and groans. I decided to check out the guy getting sucked, so I entered the far left booth to get a view. He pulled for a second so I got to see an incredible dick! One of the biggest I've ever seen, especially at a GH. It was similar to the dick in the pic I attached to give you a mental image. I saw him turn around shove his ass at the hole to get it rimmed. I rubbed my finger at the hole once on my side to get a taste. No bite, no biggy. I watched for a minute or two, and decided to let them have at it. Right as I got up to leave the booth. I turned around and there it was. Shoved thru the hole was his cock and balls. Would you refuse it? I certainly didn't hesitate. I sucked him and enjoyed every inch. I couldn't take it all in my throat but he seemed to like it. He never moved, which either means he wants me to finish him or this mouth feels better. I started to use the mouth and hand combo. I naturally have a lot of saliva when anything enters my mouth. I slid up and down and didn't let up much for air. Next thing I knew, after a few minutes, his big cock erupted into my mouth. A good amount of cum coated the inside of my mouth. It was thick and viscous and deserved every dropped to swallowed. It grew soft fast and he pulled it back into his pants and hastily left. Wish they left it thru the hole to be cleaned up. I almost feel bad for the other dude. After all his hard work, he didn't get cum but at least we both got some dick! 🙂

Fucking hot! Love that he's getting used by so many homeless men. My dream!

VL october 2021

want to get pozzed like this in the Netherlands

The profile photo of Domin8tor wasn’t something I’d normally click on - no head. But the body was beefy - the barrel chested kind, thick with muscles but also looked like he enjoyed a lot of burger and beers. His likes were sparse and to the point: rough sex, fucking, breeding. Leather. Beer. I checked my messages and — not unexpectedly — his was direct and to the point: “Wanna fuck” He didn’t even include the “?” At the end I tapped in my reply: “Possibly. What are you looking for? Now?” It was 3 in the afternoon, on a Friday afternoon, and I still had a few more hours of work left. “Yeah. Now. Need a hole to drop my seed into.” “Sorry. Can’t now but could do later.” He replied with a pic. It looked like something someone took from Folsom: shirtless and in leather chaps, massive cock swinging free between his legs. He looked like in his 40s or 50s, but fit. His face was broad, head shaved, sunglasses on. His thin lips curled into a snarl-smile, mischievous and menace. Dark swirling tattoos covered his forearms and I could see a bit peeking over on his shoulders from his back. Muscles rippled through in almost comic-book proportions: biceps almost as thick as his head; pecs covered in sweaty dark fur, beads of water on the nipples. “Probably steroids” I thought. I glanced down at his balls, the tell-tale sign but they seemed larger than normal, hanging low. I replied in the chat: “How about 5pm?” No reply. I figured he found some other hole. I turned off my phone and went back to work. A little while later, my phone buzzed again. Checked it and there was a message from him. “Yeah. Address” I typed in my address and took a break from work to do a thorough prep and then tried to focus on work for the remainder of the day. Which was tricky - I put on a leather jockstrap and shorts to get myself in the mood. 5pm came… and went. I hopped online and he wasn’t online anymore - again, I figured he found someone else and didn’t bother to cancel. I opened a can of beer and started browsing other guys - after prepping, I didn’t want to let my ass go to waste. I was chatting with some twunk when my buzzer rang. It was almost 6pm. I pushed on the talk button and asked who it was. A gruff one word reply. “Dom”. Slightly annoyed, I replied “Third floor on the right” and buzzed him up. A heavy knock on door. I opened and was pleasantly surprised - he looked more or less like that picture. Shorter than I was expecting but the muscles were pretty much popping. He wore a t-shirt, jeans and a dark hoodie. The sunglasses were still on. I asked him if he wanted a beer and he nodded. I went and got him one and he had barely moved from the front door. I handed it to him and he took it with his left hand while reaching out to my shoulder with his right, pushing me down. With a low growl, he said “Suck.” He spoke with a thick accent - Eastern European? I knelt down, and unbuckled his jeans. Unzipping, I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock tumbled forward. It was as advertised: thick and long, fatter just behind the uncut head. I bent forward and started to suck. I had to really open wide in order to get the semi-hard dick in my mouth. I could hear him guzzle his beer above my head as I worked his cock. I started to use my hands, as his cock was long enough that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth. He reached down with his free hand and gently caressed the top of my head and moaned “That’s nice. Make it wet.” I could taste sex on his dick. As I blew him, I could see the matted cum from a previous fuck in his pubes. I swirled my tongue under the foreskin and could taste the ass juice and load from the last guy. He repositioned his hands to the back of my head and I knew where this was going. I tried to pull off before the face fucking could start — there was no way that was going to work well. But I was too slow. With an incredibly firm hold, his hand palmed the back of my head and he pulled my head in. I tried to open my mouth further, but his cock hit the back of my throat. He pulled back and then back in. I did my best to get gulps of air in through my nose but as he sped up and pushed harder, the opportunities became shorter and shorter. I put my hands on his waist and pushed him away, but there was no budging. Cocksucker’s tears were flowing down my face. He chuckled and slowed a little. He pulled back a bit and the air rushed into my lungs through my nose. He looked down at me (still with those fucking glasses and snarky smile) and said “Relax. Just open your throat.” I thought “what the fuck was he thinking I was doing?!” I tried to push again, but it literally felt like I was pushing against a wall - no movement at all. His hand — still on the back of my head — started to pull my head in. “Your choice. You can relax or not, but it’s going in.” I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, expecting it to ram against my tonsils yet again. But somehow his cock had softened a bit, and as he pulled my head in, it turned and went down my throat. There was a second moment of panic, but I tried to relax more and it became easier. He pulled back and then in again. And like the last time, his dick slid down my throat. I tongued the bottom of his shaft and his cock was iron-hard. I didn’t understand but before I could process it, my nose was buried in his pubes. The cum from his previous session smeared across my face. And his cock was down my throat. He held me there and I could feel his cock pulse and throb in my throat. It was a surreal sensation - it was like a hot, pulsing steel rod was down my throat. I felt his head - or I think it was his head - swell /in my throat/ . His hand kept my head there, and to my surprise, I didn’t try to resist. I think I was curious - how was this happening ?! - but also it was hot: I was deepthroating something that should not be able to go down my throat. His dick kept pulsing and I wondered if he had cum but he didn’t seem to make any of the other indications. Slowly, he pulled back and his cock snaked back - and I do mean /snaked/. It felt like somehow it could fully move, like a python in my mouth. He pulled the last bit from my drooling lips and then I could taste it. It was bitter and salty - kind of like cum, but something that also tasted like brackish saltwater. So maybe he did cum? The taste clung to my mouth - in that terrible way if you get a mouthful of antiperspirant. He tilted my face — tears down my cheeks, used cum on my face, and drool down my chin — towards his, and he growled, “Good boy.” He spun me around and shoved the back of my head hard, so I fell forward catching myself. He knelt down beside me and pulled back from my hips, so that he in a position to fuck me doggy style. He reached down my shorts, and roughly fingered my hole. With a surprising strength, he grabbed the sides of my shorts and with surprising strength ripped them apart exposing my bare ass, framed by the jockstrap lines. “Ah yeah, you were fucking ready for this” he snarled and then I felt his face back in my crack. His stubble rubbed the side of my cheeks, and I could feel his tongue inside my hole. It was pushed my hole open, and even if I didn’t want it (which I did!), I wouldn’t have a choice. He continued to grind his beard into my ass, as if he were trying to literally push me along with his jaw. And his tongue kept going deeper. And deeper. And he kept swirling it around, as if he were licking the inside of a bowl, but somehow in the inverse. He came up for air and then I felt it. His hard cock against my hole, first running up along it, picking up some of his spit and then with one move, shoved it in my hole. Time stopped. It hurt so much. My vision went white with pain. It came back. I came back to my body. And he was inside me. Fully. With one shove - or I blacked out - he was balls deep in me. Instinctively I tried to pull forward. But he held onto my hips and there was no give. None. “Uh uh uh - you are staying there until I’m done with you.” And with that, he fucked me. Hard. Each thrust all the way, each thrust seemingly a little deeper. It hurt so bad - I couldn’t help think of my insides being wrecked. I don’t think I have ever been fucked this deep - well, well past that second ring. And it kept doing. harder. And harder. I kept trying to squirm away, but there was literally nothing I could do other than make bigger bruises on my hips where he held on. Any more struggling and I would just be digging into his hands. At one point, he leaned forward on top of me. He was so heavy. Like 400 lbs heavy. He was shorter than I was, and when he pressed down, his body completely pinned mine to the ground. He slowly pulled out, about half way and then slid all the way back in. He paused inside me. “Milk it” he snarled. I was stunned. I just lay there. “Milk it” he repeated. And then he smacked the back of my head, and instinctively my ass clenched. “There we go.” And I started to squeeze and milk it. And it felt good. Really good. I could tell - my cock throbbed in my jockstrap. I know that sounds dumb, but honestly, my cock told me that it felt good. And once I ‘noticed’ then I really got into milking his cock. And he started to fuck me again, again with the snake. I felt it knew how to turn and go deeper. And deeper He got up a bit and pressed down on my shoulders with his hands, pinning me to the ground, with my ass up in the air. He went back to fucking me hard and fast. I just relaxed and let my hole loosen up. “Ah that’s good, my boy. Open up and let me in.” And I did. I just relaxed and he fucked me deep. Oh so deep. My ass was slick with the same slime that was down my throat. His cock made thwash sound as it churned up the slime. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and squeezed my hole in appreciation. He lifted off my shoulders for a brief moment to separate out my cheeks so he could get /that much deeper/ then put his hands on my shoulders. I turned around to look at him. He had taken off his shirt at some point and was dripping sweat. His skin was red, like the blood was just under the skin. His muscles and veins popped and throbbed. His face was a mask of angry hunger - as if ever thrust was another bite he was taking. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were black, except where the pupil’s were, which I saw occasional glints of reddish light. Kind of like when you flash a light into an animal’s eyes in darkness. His hands dug into my shoulders and the pain was sharp. His nails were clawing back towards him, so he could get as deep as he possibly could. And then he paused and let out a low groan-howl. I felt his cock start to twitch. And swell. My hole expanded even further - it was easily bigger than a can of coke at this point. I could feel him coming but it felt different - instead of the jerk-twitch-squirt that most cocks do, this was a pulse-wave-shove of cum. As he pushed himself in as far as he could, he grunted through gritted teeth “yeah…. yeah..…” I could feel it filling up my guts, as if there was a tap running. He kept cumming, depositing his seed deep inside me, for seeming minutes. Slowly he pulled out but kept coming, the same pulse-wave feeling. Finally he pulled out, and spun me around to face his cock. And I understood why now it felt that way. His cock continued to shudder and push out cum and cum was really thick, almost solid, a golf-ball size blob-ball of cum. I watched his cock push another one out, and the cock slit, widened to let this cum ball out. He shoved my face down to clean it off. I did as I was instructed and opened up. Even in my stupor, I knew it wouldn’t fit, but somehow, improbably, it did. It filled my entire mouth, and filled my throat. And it twitched and I felt the cumball push its way down his cock and directly down my throat. While that happened, I instinctively fingered my gaping hole and felt his cum inside. And my ass was full of these balls. I clenched my ass, keeping them inside and started to jerk off. I started to actively swallow now, welcoming them into me. I heard him above me say “Yes. Open up and let me in.” I could smell my ass, his cum and all the other guys now that my nose was shoved up into his pubes. I knew I was just another receptacle for him. One of many. And I liked it. I just relaxed. Both ends letting his cock travel down my throat and my ass. I could feel some of the cumballs plop onto the floor. But I didn’t care. I was open for him. Open. Open. And then I came. My ass clenched. And I just saw emptiness. I blinked to make sure they were open. But I just saw emptiness. It was different than blackness - I could tell that there was space in front of me, but it was just /empty/. I came back to my body. There was a wave of pleasure so strong that it hurt. My body wracked with spasms, the orgasm convulsing every cell of my body. I don’t remember how but when I regained my senses, his cock was out of my mouth. I looked around and he was buttoning the last button on his jeans. He bent over and picked up his shirt. Wordless, he just smirked at me. I was dumbstruck, kneeling on the ground a puddle of my cum in front of me. Pulling his shirt down, he motioned with his jaw towards the ground and said “They don’t last long outside a body.” I glanced down to see the cumballs - yes they were real - melt and spread out into murky jelly. He and put back on his sunglasses, covering his black, flashing eyes. “Take care of them,” he said. He turned and walked out the door. I hadn’t moved or said anything. I slowly stood up, my body starting to ache. I staggered to the bathroom, cum dripping down the inside of my left thigh. In the bathroom, I saw that my face was raw from being ground on the floor. There were two bruises on my hips. In the shower my hole was tender, but I was expecting far worse. I cleaned up the hallway, and his cum was remarkably sticky, but the smell wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. His cum, more than most, was breaking apart and turning into a thinner liquid. Over the next day, I was expecting an interesting shit ahead. But the cumballs didn’t “come out” - I guess they were absorbed? I checked his profile online but it was deleted. Now it seems surreal so I wonder if I was drugged - I’m writing this down so I remember, as it feels like it might fade away like a dream. So here is the recounting of the time I was bred by… uh, not sure what.

What had I gotten myself into? At that moment I did not really care. Jeff was a sick looking guy but in a way I found him hot. Jeff’s cock was in my mouth and he was sliding it in and out of my mouth and down my throat. I think I lost my gag reflex. Jeff was telling me that I swallowed his cock like a pro. As he kept me busy I never even noticed that Bull left the room. Jeff unlocked the handcuffs that had been on my arm and flipped me onto my stomach. Jeff told me he was ready to use my hole and make it his. I asked him what he meant and he just laughed. Look at me he said, do you know what this tattoo means? He pointed to a symbol that was tattooed right above his cock. I had seen it before when I went to the hospital for stitches and in my doctor’s office but did not know what it meant. I shook my head no and he laughed a little more and leaned in to me. He whispered that is a bio hazard symbol it means that I am toxic, that I have HIV and with my viral load I have full blown aids. Bull has been a friend of mine for years and although we have never played around he has always liked finding me new bois to pass my toxic babies onto. Bull had wanted to fuck you for a while now and new he could once he caught you checking him out on the car ride. Bull always makes sure the bottoms holes are good and torn up and then I take over and from what I see yours is ready for me. Do you see this tattoo? This if you look closer is not just a vine, it is a list of names all bois and men who have my seed planted inside of them and who now carry my babies. By the time I am done with you, you too will be carrying my seed and will spread it to others with that cunt of yours. You took his cock like a champ and I know you will take mine to. Jeff moved so that his cock was at my hole. One thrust and he was in. My ass was wet and Jeff mentioned how sloppy it was. That I was full with bull’s seed and soon I would have his in me as well. Please don’t cum in me I cried but I also realized that I had a huge boner. Did I really want him to use me? I should have been scared and yet I wanted this man to use me and make me into a slut, but again what was I doing. Jeff pulled back out of my hole and a load of cum came out with his cock. Boy bull really must have liked your hole because that is a lot of cum in there. He started fingering my hole again and then he plunged into me in one push. I felt his balls hitting my ass. He fucked me for only a few minutes and then shot his load into me. Damm boi usually I last a lot longer but your hole was hot on my cock. I felt him finally slip out of my ass. He put a butt plug in my ass. I was told it was to help his cum absorb into me. With that Jeff went out of the room and I fell asleep. More to cum. Thanks for all the comments