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Late Friday night and the place was dead, Did the treadmill and went to do a few weights. Black guy wanted spotted while on his back pressing. Did a few reps and noticed a tent in his shorts, He sees I notice and says sorry no nut November and chuckles. I tell him looks like that needs taken care of. He says yeah and I walk away. I go to the locker room he shows shortly after. Hes wearing a towel. Normally I do to the shower but went naked, towel over my shoulder. I leave a gap in the curtain and start showering. Shortly after, I see him walking back and forth looking in each time. He finally stops, enters the shower straight across from mine leaving the curtain open like mine. He is looking,takes his towel off and his beautiful cock is hard. I bend over presenting. He comes over asking if I can take care of his problem.I say sure and he comes in and shuts the curtain and says hes not gay. He just needs this. I said I know and look back and hes got precum just drooling. He puts the head of his cock in my ass and stokes the rest of his cock until he throbs and does this twice and holds still. He starts fucking and tells me to tell him to cum in my pussy. I do, A minute later he is pumping a huge load in me. He says thanks and leaves. I clinch my ass and run to get a plug to keep his cum in. I go home and go to bed full of sperm.

I went to a local park on my lunch break that is known for cruising. I walked down a trail and a black guy was standing there holding himself. I smiled and made eye contact and walked past him then stopped behind a half brick wall of ruins. He came behind the wall and asked what I was doing, I said "Just walking around, what are you doing?" He said "I'm looking for a pink hole to stick my dick in." I said "Mine." He said let me see it so I pulled my pants down and bent over. He was already lubed and slid up inside me and started fucking. It felt so good and I told him to please cum in me. He did. As we were walking back up the trail he stopped and asked me for my number. I gave it to him and told him I would be his on-call buttslut and he could let his friends fuck me too. He said he would.

Last Friday I went to a men’s gathering in Va. there were about 50 men as it was Veterans Day. $20.00 to get in. Now there is a sign that says all activities are to be safe and there is a bowl of condoms I was in one of the rooms sucking a guys dick when I felt a hand on my Ass. I turned around and it was a young Latin kid with a huge dick. He asked if he could fuck me. I thought he would rubber up per the rules but he just put some lube on his dick and went in. After a few minutes he said he was close and could he cum inside me. Sure and then he shot a big load up my ass On the way out I asked the organizer about the signHe said they did that because of health laws. He also said nobody follows it.

Sunday Funday! A FB asked if I was interested in playing with him and two other guys. It's been a while since I had a foursome so I jumped. I had assumed they were a couple and I had also assumed one of them was a bottom. Wrong. One was vers but not in the mood to take cock that day. So that left me as the bottom. It was hot. Nice enough guys and one was seriously hot with an above average cock. We played for a few hours. We had a few breaks but I had cock in my ass or mouth (or both) most of the time. Was exhausted after we broke up but I left with seven loads. And a sore ass 😉 Loved it! Wouldn't mind a repeat. Have the number of the hot guy who dumped three loads in me.

Last Sunday I received a text from a guy who had fucked me before. Said are you awake? Yes I said and he replied he was on his away. 5 minutes later he was in my ass He dropped his load deep in me and slapped my ass and said thanks. It was 4:20 and my ass was dripping with cum

Got fucked by 5 guys at The Vault this evening, I went with a masseur/escort friend, he fucked me twice. Him and three of them over 8"... Still blissfully sore

The first guy I ever let breed me was a very ugly, overweight guy that I felt zero attraction to. I'd gone to a nearby adult theater with the intention of getting fucked raw for the first time. He had followed me from the booths to the theater, and in the past I probably would have ignored his obvious desire. But this night was going to be the night I got bred, and I wasn't going to let something like attraction standing in the way of me feeling a load inside me. I approached him, reached for his dick, and whispered in his ear, "I want you to breed me." In less than a minute, this grotesque man had me bent over in a crowded theater, and started pumping. I was fucking loving it... I loved that every guy that walked in could see immediately that I would fuck anyone... That any guy there could use my holes as their sperm dump I took his load deep. And then moved on to the next ugliest guy in the room and said, "I want you to breed me." Three guys bred me in the theater, then I brought one of them home and he filled my hole two more times.

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.

I’ve had fantasies, DARK FANTASIES, for as long as I can remember. They have evolved over the years, from public sex at gloryholes (okay maybe that’s not dark) to more open public sex at parks, rough sex, rape and more. Recently, I’ve been reading Chem Sex stories and the thought of drugs, both consensual and forced, has intertwined into my fantasies. The problem is, they have always remained that, fantasy. I’ve been to scared to even verbalize them, let alone follow through on them, or even write/chat about online. Until now that is. A few weeks ago, I created a profile on NKP and thought that this would be a way to put my fantasies out and not be worried about them getting out of my control. I loved reading some of the more hardcore profiles and was sort of envious of the guys who could express, and possibly act on these impulses. I put in my profile that I was new to all this and had dark fantasies and put Ask Me for the drug use area. I put a couple of pics, one body, one ass, in the profile. Unsurprisingly, I received responses fairly quickly and got hard reading responses and looking at the profiles. One response stood out as it was not overly explicit, but more supportive and encouraging exploration. His picture was also nice, a good body and a pretty nice appearing fat cock. I responded back to him and said I’d love to chat more. We emailed back and forth, with me not realizing at first, as he moved me to talk more and more about what my fantasies encompassed. He never once made me feel ashamed or dirty about what I was writing, and also never pushed for us to hook up. However, I realize now, he was making me give up my control to him and was wearing me down for his chance to corrupt me. After several weeks, he began exploiting my fantasies and talking about moving them from make believe to real. We talked about my work and week schedule, what I would be doing and wear I would be. I told him that I had an appointment at the DMV to get a new driver’s license one morning before work. He started a chat about meeting me there and fucking me in the bathroom. I said, “Fuck that’d be hot, but not something I’m ready for.” He understood, saying, “Fantasy is great.” I didn’t hear from him for a couple days, until the night before my DMV appointment. We did some more hot chatting, him encouraging me to pump a load out while we did this and then to push it into my hole. I was so fucking turned on by this that I did it and when I told him I did, he responded, “that’s not the last load of cum going up your ass, boy.” I got up the next day, drove to the DMV and waited to be called up. I looked around the room, passing the time, and saw this hot guy sitting in front and to my right. He was wearing a t-shirt, ballcap and sweat pants that were a little tighter than most guys wear. I had to quickly turn away when he turned his head to the left. A couple of minutes later, he got up and walked across the room to a table. I watched every step, seeing a bulge in his crotch and the sweats tight on his ass. At the table, he stretched and his shirt pulled up, showing a line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He reached up his shirt, causing his stomach and more hair to show. He caught me staring, smirked at me and mouthed the word, “Faggot” at me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated, or turned on, then I was in that moment. My dick was hurting as I watched him walk back to his chair. When my number was called, I walked up to the counter, passing him, and heard him whisper, “Fag boy” and then chuckle. I tried keeping my attention on the clerk helping me but it was hard to focus. A couple of minutes later, I felt my chair get bumped, harder then if by accident, and looked up to see him walking past me to the other window. As he began talking to his clerk, I continued struggling with my own clerk. I listened to him talking about seeing his kid for his birthday later today and how he doesn’t get to see her much because of the kid’s mother. I got up to take my picture when I noticed a piece of paper next to my chair. When I got back to the chair, I reached down and picked it up, thinking maybe I had dropped. As I was leaning back up after picking the paper up, I saw him again looking and smirking. I unfolded the paper and was turned on by what I read. It simply said, “Bathroom faggot.” I looked back, but he was talking with his clerk, appearing to have disregarded me. After I paid for my license, I got up to leave and walked out of the room, trying to ignore the note. As I was walking out, I saw the restroom sign, with an arrow pointing down a hallway. I paused, willing myself to turn and walk out the building. The longer I stood there, the harder it was to choose to walk out the building. I felt my feet moving of their own accord as they turned me left and began walking down the hall toward the bathroom. I tried telling them to stop, but it did not work. I walked down the hall about 20 feet and entered the men’s room before I knew what was happening. I walked to the last stall, and entered. Not knowing why I did it, I turned to the stall door and dropped down on my knees. Some other part of my brain, the one that contained all the fantasies had seemingly taken control. Kneeling on the floor, I put my hands behind my back and leaned my head down to the floor. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the stall where I was kneeling. I heard a deep voice say, “That’s what I knew a faggot like you would do.” I lifted my eyes up and as my head began to lift, he told me to just look forward at his cock. I stopped at his dick, which was sticking out of his pants. It looked to be about 7” long hard, and about the size of a Red Bull around. He simply said, “Suck it faggot, that’s all your good for.” It turned me on hearing him insult and debase me and I leaned forward, opening my mouth and, for the first time, I gave into my fantasy of sex in a public bathroom. After having his cock head in my mouth for a few seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and yanked it toward his crotch, saying, “Hurry up faggot, I’m not here for a head job.” I felt him push at my throat and immediately started to choke. I also heard somewhere in my head, my voice yelling at me to stop this and get out of there. That voice was drowned out by the pain of him continuing to force himself into my throat as he forced my lips to his pubes and crotch. He laughed at the pain I was going through, the choking and the tears it was causing. “That’s where faggots like you belong, on your knees gagging on my straight cock.” He pulled out before slamming back in, pushing into my throat and repeating this several times. “Fuck yeah faggot, you’re starting to get better.” As the throat rape continued, I felt my throat loosen and the gag reflex subsiding. After a couple of minutes of this, with his cock jammed all the way in, he told me, “Stand the fuck up and lose the fucking pants.” I tried shaking my head to tell him “No” but his response cut directly through me, “Do it, or you’re going to regret it. Badly.” I tried pulling off his cock in order to stand up and he immediately grabbed the back of my head again, shoving it back down on his cock and said, “I told you to stand up, not get off my cock. Now get the fuck up before I have to hurt you.” Using my hands and feet for leverage, I was able to stand up without dislodging his cock. I reached down and was somehow successful in unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “C’mon faggot,” he ordered as he grabbed my pants and began yanking them downward. I was able to get them down to my ankles and eventually kick them off. I felt his hand reach over to my ass and the sound of the slap and the pain from him slapping my ass were a shock I was not expecting and I seemed to take even more of his dick in. I felt him reach back with his left hand and pull my ass cheeks apart. I heard him spit and his right returned to my ass, rubbing the spit directly on my hole. Then, without any warning, I felt my hole get ripped open by one of his fingers as he jammed it in. I grunted in pain as I had not had anything up my ass in months (damn COVID). He fucked me with one finger, and then jammed in a second one. Without lube and having been so tight, my hole was in serious pain. After fucking me with two fingers for a minute or so, he ripped them out, putting an angle on them to pull my hole open upwards as he exited. The order was direct, “Turn around faggot and spread that ass for me.” For a second, I did not know what to do and he smacked me hard on the side of my head, “Now faggot.” I pulled off his cock, almost immediately missing the feeling in my stretched out throat. I turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. “Nice fag pussy. But it’s going to be even nicer when I’m done with you.” I heard him hocking his throat and then spitting directly onto my hole. I then felt his fingers jam back in and a second later, I felt a burn beginning in my ass. I immediately knew, from reading all the chem sex stories. He had just shoved a shard of meth up my ass. I immediately said, “No, please take it out.” He laughed and said, “Too late for that,” and as he said that, the first wave of meth hit my brain and I began to feel the impact. My hole began to open up and the craving for more in my ass began. I pushed back on his fingers, reaching the base of them. He laughed, “There it is. The faggot is awake.” He yanked his fingers out and said, “I think you need a little more help.” This time I felt three fingers jam in and a new, and more intense burning begin. I immediately groaned, in pleasure and pain from the burn, but again shoved my ass down to the base of his fingers. Before I could stop myself, I begged him, “Fuck me, please. Shove your dick in me. Please, I need you to fuck…rape my faggot pussy hard.” I heard that laugh again as he yanked his fingers out again. I felt a cool liquid drop on my hole and pushed back to try and get to his cock. He put his hand on my back and stopped me, saying, “You should be more careful what you ask for.” I felt his cock head on my hole and before I could even think about being ready, he slammed through my hole and ran all the way in, balls deep, on the first thrust. The pain was immense and I screamed out in response. However, the darkness again took over as I groaned, “Oh god, yes, fuck me, rape me.” He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in, doing this over and over again until he told me, “Your pussy is wide open, begging me for my dick.” He slammed back in and I grunted in pleasure as he then proceeded to give what I begged for, a brutal rape fuck slamming into me over and over again, not caring what he was doing to me. I felt myself slamming back on him as he slammed into me, feeling him hit my prostate every time. This fuck did not last long and he warned me, “I’m gonna cum faggot, I’m gonna shoot my dirty load in you.” I barely made out the word “Dirty” but didn’t care. I begged, “Please, shoot your load in me, knock my cunt up, give it to me.” After several more hard and deep thrusts, he slammed in one last time as he said, “Here it is faggot,” as I felt him start to spasm as he pumped his load deep in my ass. I kept begging him, “Give it to me. Load me up.” After several spasms, he grunted as he finished, “Fucking faggot, that’s a big strong load of cum up your ass. Thank me for letting you have it.” “Thank you for giving me your load Sir, I needed it.” He slowly pulled out, telling me to squeeze my cunt so I didn’t drop any of his cum. I did the best I could, but could feel some cum slide out. I heard rustling and he handed me my phone, showing a picture of my stretched open hole with cum dripping out. I could only respond, “Oh fuck,” as he said, “You’ll probably enjoy the video too.” I scrolled back and started the video, which began with a very visible shot of the shard he shoved in me. “I used my phone and shared the video with yours. You’re going to enjoy the responses that this video gets.” I tried to fight my brain back into control, but the meth was too much in control. I begged him to fuck me more, but he laughed and said, “I will but not now. I think the next guy can help you out.” I heard, as if on cue, the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. A part of me fought to stand back up and try to prevent being seen. However, the voice inside my head, and the order I was given, “Don’t you fucking move,” kept me under control. I heard a new voice say, “There’s the faggot I knew you were.” This didn’t make any sense at first until the first guy said, “Thanks for letting me break him open. He’s a good little fag fuck. Especially with the two shards I gave him.” The second guy laughed and said, “He’s been fucking waiting for this day. I’ve spent too much time breaking his mind down. Now it’s time to break that ass open, more than he’s begged for. SO MUCH MORE.” To be continued, if you want

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

Time for some tough love. Of course the decision is yours but are you a man or a mouse? There are selfish assholes out there who would take advantage of a rube. You don’t have to be a victim. As for stealthers that’s fairly rare. Have you noticed how many chasers on here are looking for gifters and can’t find them? Full blown aids tops are not that easy to find and they are not all trying poz ignorant bottoms. Statistically speaking you are unlikely to get HIV with a few precautions. Do your research. If you are smart I’d say you can be 100% safe and still get boned. This site can skew your perspective because many of us are cock hungry cumdumps who let the little head do all the thinking. I know the risks of barebacking and I accept that. You don’t have to go that route. Get out there, meet some men, get to know the ones that turn your crank. Seems like trust is your issue so find a man you trust and be honest with him about your fears and your needs. Once you find ‘the one’ get tested together, maybe go on Prep, buy some condoms and get what you need. What I am saying is be in control of your sex life. Create a situation you are comfortable in and get some cock dude. Life is short and nights can be long so make hay while the sun shines.

So right. Some things need to remain fantasy. That is what is great about this site. Guys who can’t bring themselves to take that step into barebacking can indulge and live vicariously. Finding what is right for you is the most important thing. I found out early I don’t want to live without raw cock and the taste of cum. I am lucky that way. I really feel for guys who struggle with these issues. It’s one struggle I don’t have to wrestle with.

Just left one of the local adult arcades. Got there and went straight for one of the booths with a sizable glory hole. I stripped completely naked, lubed my hole, put my cock ring on generously lubed my cock and balls and spread my cheeks and pressed my open hole up to the glory hole. Within seconds I heard the booth next to mine open and then lock. I quickly grabbed my poppers and began filling my nose with the magic hole opening aroma. I love this moment right before I feel the anonymous raw cock enter my hole. Good size, thick. He pushes instantly till I feel his balls resting against my hole. He begins to pound and I involuntarily grunt and whimper as he destroys my hungry ass. He lasts maybe 10 minutes never slowing. I feel his hot jizz paint my guts. He pulls out with a large plop of cum hits the floor. He’s not gone 30 seconds when I hear the next stud cock shut and lock the door. Round 2!!!

Scorpion man moved so fast he was on the bed, between my legs and raw cock up my fuck shoot before I knew what was happening. I used all my strength to push him away and quickly pulled my ass off his naked cock cowering at the top of the bed. He just smiled at me, "What's wrong you god damn whore? I can fuckin see and feel your fuck shoot is loaded with the best fuckin lube. Let me fuckin add mine. " "No way man. I got enough diseased cum for one night. " I replied. "Fuckin A man! Good for you hoe! You took his fuckin poz load. Your sorry ass sure as fuckin hell needs mine to make sure you are good and fucked up. You were neg weren't you cock sucker." He was not angry. His vocabulary was just spiced liberally with þcurses. "I'm negative. He didn't poz me. Or at least he didn't admit to that. He told me he was ripe with syphilis. Dumped his sick load in me." He was very excited, "Fuckin evil syphilis! That's fuckin great! Don't tell me this is your first fuckin case!" "Dah, yeah!" I grunted. "Fuckin A man! It's a god damn gay right of passage! Jesus fuckin Christ, let me suck that fuckin boner faggot." I really hadn't noticed 'til those words were out of his filthy mouth; but, he was right, I had a raging hardon and with no response from me his hot lips sucked it in. He was very talented with his oral skills and I quickly started letting down my guard. I decided this level of sexual engagement was safe enough to meet my risk reduction standards. As I began to recline he got better access to more of my stiff shaft. We both shifted so I was flat on my back and he really went to town deep throating my entire rod. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my hands instinctively began controlling his head. There was not an ounce of resistance to the facefuck I was giving him. Not even when I held him down with the hair of my balls firmly planted on his chin. When I finally let him up for air his eyes twinkled. Before I could push again he dived back on. I could feel his tonsils messaging my turgid head. I knew I was close. He whipped off of me urging, "Don't fuckin cum, don't fuckin shoot dick tard." I was afraid it might be too late but with some deep breaths the urge passed. He seemed to be finely tuned to my energy and returned to his oral ministrations. This time gobbling in my hairy balls, one then the other and eventually both. Quickly I was moaning my pleasure and his tongue sought out my taint, eventually snaking into my cummy hole. The more he rimmed and tongue lashed my hole the hornier I got. The words were out of my mouth before there meaning registered in my brain, "Fuuuuuuccck meeee!" In a flash he shifted position and had his luscious raw cock in my vulnerable hole. Again I tried to push him off as I cried, "No, no, get out!" "You fuckin cock tease faggot hole. You fuckin screamed, Fuck me!" "No. No. Yes! I .. I think ... I meant fuck me with your tongue. " He persistently pushed deeper inside me. My ever hardening cock, moans, and lack of real resistance betrayed me. He took a firm grasp of my erection, "Fuckin faggot! Tell me you're not fuckin loving skin on fuckin skin with my god damn poz pistol." "Yes. Yes" I moaned. "I love it but you've got to stop." My words were one thing, my body continued to send a totally contradictory message. Not only had I stopped pushing him away my ass was literally sucking in as much of his naked fuck tool as it could manage. Why was I pushing onto his dangerous pole? When he shifted position while so deeply inside me his cock head began to tap my prostate. The tapping escalated to pounding and I instinctively grabbed my engorged dick just in time to flood my face with the biggest load from the most intense orgasm of my life. "Argh! Awww! Fuckin Jeessuus key-riset! Poozzing yo assss ho! You god damn fuckin poz cum magnet! That was what you fuckin wanted from the moment you saw my fuckin tattoo you piece of shit! Say fuckin thank you!" "Fuckin thank you." What did I just say? "That's what I fuckin thought you fuckin pig. You're on fuckin PreP aren't you slut? You fuckin coward!" "That's the problem, I'm not..." And then I noticed the door was wide open. My syphilis donor was standing squarely with a group of guys huddled behind him. How long had they been there? How much had they seen? How much had they heard?

On my way home one night, i had been jogging at the high school track to try and burn off stress and energy, i was driving slowly through my neighborhood in Philly with the windows down cooling off as i drove. I saw a sexy pair of legs in high heels attached to a fine looking ass. She was walking on one side of the street, strutting like the hookers on Broad street. I slowed down and drank in her sexy ebony body and she suddenly stumbled. I stopped my car. I dont know why i got out to see if she was ok, but i did. “Are you ok?” As i bent over her to help her up. She looked up at me with her pretty green eyes and smiled, “yes baby, im ok. Just a little buzzed from a party.” Let me help you up i said as i averted my eyes from hers, and as i grabbed her hands my eyes went to the top of her legs. She had perfect legs and as i helped her up her skirt jacked up even higher and i wasnt sure what i saw in a quick flash. “Whats your name sexy man?” She said. Bobby i said. “Can you give me a ride home? I thought i could walk home from the party but after that I shouldn’t.” Her eyes drank me in, her hands still held mine and as she teetered over me in her stilletos, her essence washed over me. Her breath smelled like booze and cigarettes and she was close enough to stick her tongue out and lick my forehead. “I’d love to give you a ride, what your name baby?” Chen-Chen she said in a sexy kind of growl. I walked her to the car, opened the door for her and before she got in she touched my cheek and said, “ i love sexy gentlemen who know how to treat a lady”. And she sat down and swung one leg at a time in the car, giving me a glimpse way up her thigh. I thought i saw a cock swing into my car before the second leg and as i shut the door her eyes met mine and then she saw that i was hard in my running shorts. i got in, and asked her “where to baby?” Chen-Chen said she lived near the train station. So i put the car in gear as she leaned over and changed the radio to a jazz channel. She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of her nose as she scooted across the seat to put her hand on my hard on. “Ooooh Bobby baby what do you got for Chen-Chen?” She rubbed and i moved to give her more access. We stopped at a stop sign and she pulled my dick out and as she blew smoke out of her nose she kissed me. She smiled and said “drive honey”, then she dropped her head to my cock and started licking and sucking. She worked my cock and balls and at another stop sign she pulled my shorts off. I moaned loudly as she sucked my balls into her mouth and she squeezed my dick in her hand. She moaned back and said she loved sweaty balls and ass like mine. She dove deeper and lifted my ass off the seat ass her tongue dug into my ass. I moaned and writhed. I pulled over by the train station when she stuck a finger into my ass. She sensed we had stopped and looked up. She sat up and squeezed my hardon and told me where to go as she slowly jacked me. She directed me into an alley and we parked by a dumpster and a fence. I turned the car off and she pulled my head down to her lap and then i sucked that beautiful brown dick into my mouth. She leaned back against her door and put her legs on my shoulders and as she stroked my hair she encouraged and directed me as i devoured her cock and balls. She arched her back and her slick hole met my tongue. “Eat Me baby!, get my pussy ready for that big dick of yours”. Her hole was wet and smelled like cum, her cheeks were sticky and i was in heaven! I could hear her mumbling and mewing from between her thighs and then she pulled me up, turned around and said “FUCK ME BOBBY”!!! She slammed back onto my cock and i fucked her as hard as i could. I grabbed her hips and pounded her hole for all i was worth. She moaned and moaned and bucked and squeezed and finally i burst and came with a primal yell! My dick was pumping on every heartbeat, my eyes saw stars, and i collapsed and her back in a sweaty grinding moaning being. Her ass was milking me and after what seemed like an hour my cock plopped out like a champagne cork. Chen-Chen leaned back and sat in my lap and reached an arm around and pulled me in for a kiss. My hands began to roam her body, i pinched her nipples and one hand stroked her wet sticky cock. When she broke the kiss she purred, “Damn Bobby! I need some more of that!” I mumbled sure and she said let’s continue this at my place around the corner. As i pulled away and we headed in that direction she lit a cigarette and as i slowed under a streetlight she scooped some cum from under her package and raised her fingers to my mouth to lick….

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%.

This. As you note: "...firm age markers are not always helpful." But a society built on written laws has to do this none the less, and it makes sense to me that laws that protect children should "...err on the side of zero tolerance for adult advances toward young people." When i consider which would be more harmful, a kid who didn't have sex with and adult and may have liked or wanted it, or a kid who did have sex with an adult and it traumatized him/her, it's clear to me that the latter group is who the laws should be written for. i'm very grateful for this community. As in any community, there are going to be those who don't promote the general welfare, but reading some of responses here makes me proud to be a member here. There are some beautifully thoughtful, vulnerable, real contributions on this site, and to me they are gold. There may be dross mixed in, but that doesn't make the gold only less gold. Hopefully discussions like this can help burn out some of that dross.

If you are scared of sex either covered or bare you need to sort out what the real problem is.

Well it took some reading and checking everything but I finally went to the help section and by golly the first question and the answers got me all squared away. So, now I just have to get more involved in ... well ... everything!

Never the p-word nor the c-word. Keep it masculine.

Just finished fucking my 32yo banker neighbor. He looks like a finance bro. Brunette, Caucasian, fit, patchy chest hair. I beat that ass up so hard my knees are sore lol

@blackrobe - While your analysis above likely has some merit, your discussion assumes that the narratives being related, and reacted to, all have their origin in the lived experience of the tellers, who are sharing their true stories so as to help others as well as themselves contextualize the experience. But this overlooks the fact that some of the material we see is outright fiction, posted by its originators for no more purpose than base titillation and a taste for what they consider deviant behavior. They do not post out of an understanding of such an experience, and certainly not with any consideration or sensitivity to the potential impact their salacious pseudo-testimonials might have on other members here who have actually had to contend with the real thing. The difficulty lies in our inability to readily separate the false narratives from the real ones. The true stories have a legitimate telling here regardless of whether the poster views his experience as positive or negative; indeed, it is only through these variegated lenses of experience that we can begin to understand the reality that underlies the phenomenon. Calls to remove authentic material are misplaced and should be rejected. But umbrage over false accounts intended merely to thicken the atmosphere of smuttiness on the site is, in my opinion, entirely justified, at least on the open boards. We may be a randy, libertine bunch of fuckers here, but we have scruples (at least some of us do) and not every behavior is an acceptable behavior. The fact that some individuals have not been seriously damaged by the sexual abuse they experienced in childhood does not mean that people need to chill out about it because it can be a good thing - it means those individuals were fortunate that they were not devastated as others have been. It isn’t necessary for the average person on the street to go to a website to understand that sexual abuse traumatizes children; our society already has that very real concept baked in, which is why we have strict laws codified against it. You’re right, we absolutely don’t want to be wantonly silencing people’s voices. But when many of those voices are false narratives celebrating something this potentially harmful, people of conscience have an obligation to protest.

Here's my cunt after taking a load from a buddy.

As my first post, I'll start with a humble introduction to my boypussy. Hello 👋🏻🐷

I love knowing I have a man cunt. Love the feeling of my soft puffy lips. If anyone wants to assist in its development then please contact me!

Chapter 2: Hearing this man, who I still had not seen his face, say what he did both scared and turned me on. This was the man who I apparently had expressed all my hidden desires to and he had set me up. He planned all this and here I was flying on meth, naked in a public bathroom, bent over with my cunt (never had I ever wanted that word used to describe my asshole) fully exposed, dripping the load of some unknown guy and wanting more. The man who set this all up, who I will call Sir, said to his friend, “Glad you enjoyed his cunt. But I think the little faggot wants more, don’t you faggot?” “Yes Sir, please, I need more. I need my cunt fucked more and more cum in me. Please.” “Let me see your baggie. Let’s see what we can do to the faggot.” I heard noises from behind and was tempted to turn and look, but realized, I didn’t want to see anything. I didn’t want to see the face of the man who was leading me to destruction. I didn’t want to see or know what he was doing; I just wanted to be destroyed. “Get the camera ready, I want this to be recorded.” A moment later I was instructed to turn my head to the left. I did and for a second all I saw was the bathroom stall wall. Then a hand appeared in front of my face, with a large piece of crystal in it.My eyes stretched wide open, my heart skipped a beat and I drew a gasp of air; I wanted this in me. I was officially on my way to being a full-fledged meth whore and no longer cared to fight it. “Please…please.” “What’s your name faggot?” “R-r-Roger, Sir” “Roger what faggot?” “Roger Johnson, Sir” “As of this moment, you no longer have that name. Your name is now Faggot, do you understand that?” “Yes Sir, my name is faggot, Sir.” “Good, good. Now look at the camera and tell me, what’s in my hand?” “Crystal, Sir. Meth, tina, FUN” Sir laughed, “You are already a whore for this aren’t you faggot?” “Yes, Sir. I need it. I want it. I’ll do whatever you tell me to. Please.” “Good faggot. Now tell the audience where you want it and how you want it.” I was too far gone to care anymore about pride or shame or fear of being found out. “In my faggot whore cunt Sir. I want, I need, you to shove it in me hard as you want and then rape it in me with your cock, Sir.” “Damn, you’re easier than I thought you would be. But we’ll see if you have regrets later” With that, the hand was removed from my sight. “Get on your knees on the toilet faggot and spread those cheeks. Show us that cunt you’re begging to have this rock in. Make me believe you deserve it.” It took a little balance, but I was able to do as ordered. I kneeled on the toilet seat, placing my head against the wall to stabilize myself. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks, showing off my cunt hole, I’m sure for the men who were recording my debasement. “Please Sir, shove the rock in my cunt. No, please shove it in your faggot’s cunt and rape me like the faggot I am. I want, no I need, you to do what you want to this cunt. Please Sir.” “Good, faggot. Hold this for a sec.” I thought he was talking to me, but I soon learned he was talking to the other guy. I heard the tell-tale sounds of Sir unbuckling his belt and pulling it free. This was followed by the audible sound of his pants unsnapping and zipper coming down. I thought, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m getting another cock in me.” What happened next caught me unaware. Without warning, I felt Sir’s belt go around my neck in a loop and tighten with the buckle at the side of my neck. I instinctively reacted by trying to pull away. This was a mistake, and I paid immediately as the belt was yanked backward, instantly stopping my movement and cutting off my air. “Don’t you fucking move. Don’t you EVER fight me faggot. You will never win, and you will always hurt afterward. CLEAR?” “Yes Sir,” I was able to gasp before the belt was released and my throat was allowed to take air in. “I am sorry, Sir.” “Shut the fuck up, faggot. Spread that cunt hole open. Let’s really see if you want and deserve my dick.” I reached further in to my ass crack, finding my hole and stretching it out as much as possible. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you have and tell them what you want done to it.” “Please, I need this faggot cunt fucked, bred, raped, destroyed. Do whatever you want. I have no right to deny you what you want to do. I’m just a faggot, here for you to use. Get me high, wreck me, PLEASE.” Without warning, I felt Sir slam his fingers in my cunt and I immediately felt the scrape and tell-tale burn of the shard of crystal in my cunt. I slammed backward, taking his fingers to the base and immediately pulling away, only to slam back down. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you want. You’d take my fist if I wanted to wouldn’t you?” “Yes Sir, whatever you want to do to me, do it.” Sir yanked his fingers out, placed his cock head at my cunt, grabbed the belt and yanked me backwards, both cutting off my airflow and slamming me down to the base of his cock in one thrust. I immediately learned one important thing: I was no longer in control; I was nothing more than a cunt for use. The pain and pleasure were simultaneous as the meth continued to burn as it was shoved deeper in my cunt. For the first time ever, I felt another area deep in my asscunt getting hit. It sent explosions of pleasure throughout my body. “Open that hole for me faggot.” Sir pulled out, only slam back in harder than before. Again that new area, which I now realized was another hole, was pounded again. Sir repeated this several times, finally giving up on the attempt to break that hole open . He pulled on the belt while I was fully impaled on his dick. “You will open that hole soon. Fight it now, but I know just how to get through it faggot. That hole is my property, do you understand?” I was barely able to gasp, “Yes Sir,” before he released the belt and began a full fuck. He pulled out and slammed in to me over and over again, sometimes just to the head of his dick, sometimes completely out, waiting for my hole to try and close, before slamming back open. I stayed in position, giving up all control of my body and mind to this brutal fuck, begging over and over, “Rape me Sir, breed my cunt.” “I’m gonna breed you, faggot. Don’t you fucking worry about that. Tell the men, faggot, are you Poz?” “No Sir, I’m negative,” I was able to say in multiple steps as he continued the brutal assault on my cunt. “Neg? Do you want to stay Neg boy?” “I, I, ye… It’s not up to me Sir.” He slammed into me again, stopping as he was balls deep. “Tell me what that means, faggot.” “You own me Sir, I’m your cunt. It’s your choice.” Again the belt was yanked backward, pulling my head to his face. “You’re going to take any load I tell you to?” “Yes, Sir.” “Even Poz loads?” “Yes Sir.” “Toxic loads?” I paused, knowing what this meant. “If that’s what you tell me to do, yes, Sir, I will. It’s not my choice anymore.” “You’re going to beg for loads aren’t you faggot? You’re going to give up your cunt wherever, whenever, and to whomever wants it. Tell me faggot.” “Yes Sir. My cunt is not mine anymore. I am nothing more than a faggot cunt boy to be used anytime. I will beg for any load, spread my cunt for whoever wants it.” “Beg me for my load? Do you even want to know my status?” “Please Sir, give me your cum. Shoot it deep in my cunt. I don’t care.” “Beg me for my toxic load. Tell all the men what you want.” “Please Sir, breed me with your toxic cum. Knock me up, pozme Sir. I need your seed Sir.” “Fuck you. Stupid little faggot cunt. You’re going to regret that.” He then began his brutal rape of my hole, pounding me over and over. “Please Sir, poz your faggot cunt. Poz me Sir.” Within a minute, his breathing intensified and he grunted as he slammed into me one last time as he began shooting his load in me. “Oh, fuck yeah faggot, take my dirty seed. Take my toxic seed. It’s too late for you.” “Fuck yes, Sir, knock me up. Make me yours. Thank you Sir.” He jerked at least five times, pumping his cum deep in my cunt. I swear I could feel the cum shooting into me, burning the walls of my cunt. “That’s it faggot, your all mine now.” “Yes Sir.” As he slowly pulled out, he told the other guy, “Hand me the bag.” I soon felt a duffle bag drop across my back. He pulled something out and then dropped the bag on the floor. I heard the other guy whistle and say, “He’s gonna feel that…” “Give me your baggie again.” I heard more rustling as Sir pulled his dick all the way and replaced it with two fingers. “Push out faggot,” and removed his cum coated fingers. I remained in that position while waiting for whatever Sir had in store for me. “Damn, you sure?” “Don’t ever question me. You know I own your ass, and will bitch you if you ever piss me off. Understood pussy boy?” I was wondering what was going on when I had not said a word. Then I heard the first guy, much more demure than ever before, say, “Yes Master. I am sorry for my disrespect.” Holy fuck, the straight guy isn’t as dominant as he made himself out to be. With my head still facing to the left, I was able to briefly look up at him and saw a different, submissive look on his face. He caught me looking and appeared to shudder in shame as he was discovered. Before I could think or say anything more, I felt something at my cunt. Something big. Without warning, Sir shoved as hard as he could and my cunt was stretched more than ever. I also felt more burning; whatever was going in must have been coated with more crystal. “Push your cunt out faggot, this is going in one way or another.” I pushed out and he pushed in. I felt a painful stretch as what I realized was a huge butt plug stretched me wide before finally fully breaching my cunt and sliding in. My cunt closed in around the base, and I could tell that the base was bigger than either of the dicks that had just fucked me. I groaned as the stretch continued and the burn diminished. “Stand up, faggot.” I slowly got down from the toilet seat, wobbling as I did due to the lack of blood flow and the amount of meth swarming through my body. The first guy took hold of me to keep me from falling. When I was more able to stand on my own, Sir looked at me and I saw his face for the first time. “Mr. Young?” “Yes, faggot. Like I told you, you’re gonna regret giving me control of you.” I looked downward and responded, “No regrets Sir. Do what you want. I’m your property.” He laughed and lifted my head, facing me to him. “That’s a good boy. Now, let’s get you dressed and out of here. You’re day is far from over. And don’t worry about work, I already called you out sick. And, I sent a few of the guys your pictures. They already look forward to when you get back to work. You are going to be our faggot prison bitch.” I had never imagined that I’d ever let my fantasies out of my head. Now, here I was standing in front of a co-worker, naked and high as a kite, knowing that this man had full control of me. “Does, Mr. Rounds know?” “I knew it; you want that black man to use you don’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” “Oh, he’s ready for you. I don’t think you’re ready for him, though. But I’m going to enjoy watching it all happen.” I smiled and said, “I can’t wait for it.” Sir bent down and pulled a package out of his duffel. He handed it to me and told me, “Get dressed, faggot. You’ve got a date at the bathhouse.” I opened the bag, looked in it, and then looked back at Sir. “Is this all I…?” A slap came out of nowhere and my head flinched to the right. “Don’t question me, just do what I tell you.” “Yes, Sir.” I pulled out the jockstrap and t-shirt, both of which were clearly not brand new. The jock strap was branded from Nasty Pig and had a special title across the back part of the waist: “Faggot cumdump.” “My handy work. Like it?” “Yes Sir.” The shirt was a small, so a size smaller than me. The front of it was emblazoned with a large bio-hazard symbol and said, “PNP faggot, property of Sir Y.” The back said, “Faggot whore. Meth Pig. No load refused,” with an arrow pointing down. I looked at both, shocked at the blatant messaging, and then looked at Sir. “Thank you Sir. Thank you for setting me free and making me your property.” He smirked at me, then spit directly in my face. “Shut the fuck up faggot and get dressed.” I put the shirt and jockstrap on, then looked at my pants and shirt, crumpled on the floor. “No. My faggots don’t get to wear clothes. Boy, pick them up.” It still shocked me; this rough, dom straight guy, submits immediately to Sir. He picked up my clothes and shoved them in the duffel bag. Sir Y saw the look on my face and smiled. “You don’t recognize him do you faggot?” I looked more closely and something seemed familiar. Introduce yourself boy. See if tells the faggot why he knows you. “My name is Jose ____” I looked at him, then at Sir Y, and then back. “Holy fuck, you’re…” “Yes, he’s my brother. He’ll soon be Master Y’s new bitch. I can’t wait for it to happen. And from what I know about your relationship with him, I’m sure you can’t wait for it either.” I smiled and said, hoping to not get a slap from either man, “I hope that little shit hurts and hates every minute of whatever happens to him.” I look at Sir, “I’m ready.” He looked back at me, tilted his head, and said, “We’ll see about that. If it’s you or the meth talking. Now, get walking.” With only a brief hesitation, I walked out of the stall and to the door. I could not believe that in less than an hour, I had gone from a repressed gay man, to a full-fledged meth whore with two loads of cum, who knows how much meth flowing through me and a huge buttplug in me that I felt with every step I took. And, more than that, about to step into this new existence, in public, in a shirt and jockstrap only, which fully announce what I am. I held the door for my two men. And humbly, but proudly, walked into my new life.

I was so relieved when my test came back negative. I swore to myself I would never let a raw cock in my ass ever again. So why was I visiting a bathhouse within the week? What was I thinking? I rationalized I was only going to watch. Bareback porn got me so hot and horny, why not watch some guys actually getting nailed and bred. Besides I hadn't sworn off sucking cock, had I. I wouldn't take a room to decrease my chances of breaking my self imposed promise. It was almost midnight on a Friday so the place was crowded. I had indulged in some edibles and had a double scotch on the rocks at a bar on my way over. I was feeling mighty good as I stripped off at my locker. Before I wrapped my towel around myself I noticed the guy beside me pulling his shirt over his head. A beautiful scorpion tattoo adorned his left shoulder. He smiled at me and winked as he watched my dick start to rise. 'What the fuck Is wrong with me?' I quickly wrapped up and took a tour of the halls grateful scorpion tattoo didn't follow me. A young slim latino lad caught my eye. He was leaning against the open door to a room with a pot bellied 60ish guy lying naked on his bed stroking a thick 7 inch erection. As I had hoped the young guy slipped into the room leaving the door wide open. He dropped his towel and without saying a word climbed up onto the bed, straddled the man and lowered himself on the cock. They fucked like this for five minutes until the older guy said, "My turn." The latino got up as the older man lifted his legs exposing his ass. The latino moved down to rim the hole and the older guy said, "Just push on in son, there are already two loads up there for lube." The young man feltched some of the loads and snowballed them to the daddy as he followed instructions and pushed his average size raw dick into the sloppy hole. It didn't take very many strokes before he was clearly pumping his young load to join the other two in the older man's hole. Catching his breath he pulled out and remounted the thick daddy cock proclaiming, "My turn, load me up old man." Very quickly the older guy's tell tale breathing started and he asked, "You sure you want this poison poz load boy?" Without a word the latino sat down hard on the cock and bent over to plant a big sloppy kiss on the daddy's mouth. The older man's hips bucked like a bronco as he pumped his toxic load in deep. I realized I was stroking my leaking cock under my towel as I felt a hand reach under the back. A wet finger penetrated my tight hole. Turning my head I realized the finger belonged to the guy with the scorpion tattoo!

My birthday and Halloween are around the same time so I always celebrate big. It also marks the end of Locktober when my cock is locked away in its cage. By the end of the month the horn is unstoppable. I was sitting in the steamroom at the sauna thinking what I could do to celebrate becoming a real man at 30 and the season. There were a few other guys around; an extremely skinny tired looking twink and a stick thin older man and a bear. Just then a fit jock swaggered in and sat down. The twink said “hey, wanna play?” and the jock replied “not with you, bug boi” and with that got up and walked out – the bear followed. The old man said “stupid lad, doesn’t know what he’s missing” and the twink pulled out a monster cock and winked. I instinctively removed my towel and the twink noticed. He said “you horny enough to take this weapon?” I nodded. “Your locked cock horny enough to take this toxic venomous snake inside you?”. I said “wow I’d been nearly a month and I’d let you do anything. The thought of a twink making me into a real man – a breeder is what I need”. The twink led me to his cabin, laydown and told me to get on board. He passed me a bottle of poppers and I sniffed greedily whilst he said “guys your age can’t resist my twinky charm – but I’m man enough to breed and young enough seed multiple times a day – if you want poz then push back”. I did, feeling his fat cock filling me. I rode him for a good ten mins before he pushed me off and onto the mattress, flipped me over and pushed in me – pounding me hard. He grunted and rode me hard until I felt his balls swell against my ass and he pumped ropes of toxic cum into me. He then unlocked the door, noticed the old guy sitting in a seat opposite and said “bet cause he’s locked he’s gagging for more”. I replied “yes daddy, breed me up”. The old guy didn’t need asking twice. He plunged straight in and pounded for a bit but came pretty quicky. The old guy said “thought you’d be another one of those dumb jocks who thinks they are too good for us". I said “sorry sir, guess I have been in the past, but now I’m becoming more of a man in so many ways”. The twink had a checky glint in his eye and said “think he should make up for it?” and the old man smiled and said “think he’s started already but yes how?”. The twink asked if I would be prepared to take all loads on Halloween and come to his poz party – every load poz except my converting balls and I’d get tricks and treats – beautiful men and men I might think we’re trolls. I said I would and to make sure I didn’t chicken out I’d stay locked to ensure my balls were blue and ready to bust. He replied that was perfect and gave me the address. I knew conversion was guaranteed…

You can fantasize about being whatever makes you feel good....super stud...huge cock....man of intrigue.....always desired....rich....whatever. But contracting an infectious disease that's killed too many good men, isn't daring, romantic or smart; especially if you can pop a pill and greatly reduce your chances of contracting HIV or WORSE, is a fool's errand. Get pRep.

Spot on Treehugger!

I don’t need to “allow” ANY male to blow his load inside me. as a submissive faggot, tranny whore cumdumpster any male has the right to mount me bareback, anytime, anywhere and fuck me and blow their load in my, no matter how old, young, fat, skinny, ugly, dirty, straight, gay, tranny, or anything else or who they wanna share my holes with.i’m a faggot and a whore. I take loads. thats what whores like me are for.

Dammmm, my hole is here..😍

Whether I’m topping or bottoming, "cunt" works for me - it’s dirtier and piggier. Except it’s never just "cunt" - it’s usually "goddamned cunt," as in my saying "Listen, asshole, I’m gonna fuck your goddamned cunt until my cum shoots out your eyes." Or similar pleasantries.

I just took the weekend and traveled from a very conserve area of the country to ST Louis with the purpose of getting fucked and used. So I got there on Thursday evening rented a hotel and took off to the bathhouse to get filled then when I got back to hotel put up an add for tops to come and bred me. Had this one top come and fill me up with his big long cock and leave my hole dripping with his cum. so hot

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.

Work has me very busy in November! I was driving home today from work and I parked in front of my place and checked my message. I got a very warm feeling inside -- it was from my 30 yo Filipino pigson that I haven't played with in a long time. I meet him around 6:30, and our clothes came off fast in the bedroom. He sucked on each nipple which got me hard instantly. We kissed for a bit. He wanted me on my back and his hole was at my hard cock. He hadn't been fucked in a while, so out came the silicone lube and I eased my cock in. I waited for him to adjust -- the ol' pain and pleasure was happening. I was in him. After he got used to my cock in his ass, he was bobbing up and down on it. Also, he loves when I lick the top of his cock. This has gotten him to cum in the past. And it worked today. He couldn't hold back and my mouth was on my cock as it spurted a huge 2-day load. YUM! It was quick today because he was doing shopping for dinner with his parents. The grocery store is within walking distance.

Damn I'd love to feel that in 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

Part 2: Party Time That spring, Brent’s family moved to a bigger house with a sizable pool in the backyard, well-screened from the neighbours’ view by the shrubbery and board fences. When his parents went away for a prolonged summer vacation, taking the younger kids with them, Kyle and I moved in. Not hard to guess what happened then -- the three of us sucked and fucked at all hours, inside, outside, in the water, on the deck, blowing hot loads all over everywhere in sight as well as more blasts of cum that disappeared down various throats or deep inside Kyle’s talented fuckhole. The third Saturday, Brent called a few other select members of the team to come over. At first, Kyle and I thought it was just going to be a guys’ beerfest. But when we asked Brent, he pulled an uncharacteristically sheepish look. “Well, actually, Pete, Kyle – I’ve been meaning to tell you about this for a while….” He then explained to us that he’d been holding xxx-rated “try-outs” in his room at college with three of the younger guys. That selfish bastard had never even let on to us! Well, it’s not like Kyle and I hadn’t been getting our rocks off with each other every chance we could get, but still… The first guy to arrive, around 4:00, was Tyler. Tall and slender, Tyler wasn’t nearly as beefy as some water polo players, but he was a fast sprinter and could swim rings around many of our competitors. He also had a sweet-looking butt, which I instantly knew I wanted to try out. We were halfway through our first beer when the doorbell rang again, and we were joined by Doug and Sven. Doug was a square-built, muscular redhead, while Sven – as you might guess from his name – was a tall, firm-bodied, smooth-skinned blond god with a bulge that showed even in trousers. As soon as we all had brews in hand, Brent led the way out to the patio and we all began stripping (all except Kyle – he’d fallen asleep in an armchair after a late-night party with a bunch of straight friends). Sven and I had worn speedos under our clothes, but the other guys just dropped their clothes and went right into the water in their birthday suits. With a shrug, Sven and I looked at each other and laughed – and then we peeled our speedos down too. At first, it was all just macho horseplay in the pool, but things gradually heated up. I dived under the water just to get a look at the goodies, and saw that Brent already had his big hand squeezing Tyler’s ass cheek, while Doug was slowly jerking Sven’s horse cock. I came up for a breath of air, then dived under again, making a beeline for Tyler’s rock hard tool, which was looking lonely with no one to take care of it. I swallowed a bit of pool water along with my mouthful of cock, but that didn’t even slow me down. When I came up for air again, I saw that Doug and Sven were making out furiously, while Brent had Tyler trapped in his big, muscled arms and was humping against his ass. Tyler started panting eagerly as I zeroed in on his mouth, fastening onto his lips and plunging my tongue in between his teeth. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking it, making him moan. As I did, I felt Brent’s hand close around my rigid dick and that set me moaning too. After a minute of making out, I dived back down and caught Tyler’s cock in my mouth. I could taste precum and guessed that he was about to blow – and I had no objection to drawing out the first load of the day! Sure enough, a couple of minutes and three up-for-airs later, I felt him tense up and his hips began thrusting forward at me. Then his cock convulsed, shooting a blast of sperm into my mouth. I pulled off and watched three more jets of man milk shoot out of his dick and hang in the water. When I came up for air again, I saw that it wasn’t all my doing. While I’d been sucking on Tyler’s dick, Brent had shoved his big man meat right up inside Tyler’s tight young ass and begun pumping in and out. Looking around, I saw that Sven had his big tool buried deep in Doug’s muscular butt and was thrusting hard as well. Heading that way, I repeated my underwater suction pump technique on Doug. When I came up for air this time, Sven yelled at me. “Pete! I don’t want to cum yet. Switch!” I wasn’t going to argue. We’re a team, and we have to help each other carry out the best plays at all times. I let Sven have at it with Doug’s dick, while I worked my way inside his still-tight hole. Right away, I could tell Doug hadn’t been fucked nearly as much as Kyle. His hole gripped me hard, and every move I made wrenched a loud groan out of his lungs. Across the pool, I heard a deep, familiar voice yell out, “Oh, fuck!” That was Brent, blasting his load up into Tyler’s smooth, round butt. Sven had come up out of the water again and headed towards Tyler to see what he could get into there. I was powerfucking Doug for all I was worth, slamming deep into his muscular ass and feeling his guts stroking me at every thrust. I slowed down, wanting to make this one last. Then Doug turned his head over his shoulder, kissed me, and said, “Let’s get out of the water and see what else we can do on one of those,” as he gestured towards the patio furniture around the pool. So we did that. Doug lay down on his back on a lounge chair, lifting his legs to show off his hole (a bit looser now), and I dived right in and began eating his butt. Brent came over and straddled Doug’s head, pushing his big dick down into Doug’s throat. With two hot mouths working on him fore and aft, Doug was moaning and grunting like fury. I was lashing my tongue over his tight little hole and then digging into him, feeling him loosening up and twitching as I worked into his ass. Sven and Tyler had followed our lead, and Tyler was now lying on his face on the next lounge chair over, while Sven plowed straight down into his sweet young ass. After a few minutes of skull-fucking Doug, Brent switched groups and slowly entered Sven from behind, turning a straight-forward fuck into a fuck-train threesome, with Sven in the middle. After only a minute of this, Sven let out a yell and slammed against Tyler, giving him his second load of the afternoon. That’s all I needed to see, and with my dick rested and calmed down (a bit), I slid back into Doug’s muscular ass. This time, I started pumping slowly, but with every intention of dropping my first load of the day inside Doug. I focused all my attention on the young ginger stud under me, stroking my hands over his massive shoulders and broad chest as I worked my cock in his chute. It was right about this point in the afternoon that Kyle woke up, stepped outside, and rubbed his eyes at the full-throttle orgy going on in and around Brent’s pool. “Fuck, guys! You couldn’t even wait to start while I got a bit of rest.” “That’s right,” Brent answered, “and you’ve got some catching up to do so quit wasting time and get to work!” Kyle dropped his pants and came right over to feed his dick into Doug’s mouth while I kept fucking that tight, muscular ass. It only took another minute of deep pounding, and then I could feel my balls pulling up and the sperm bullets making their way up to my rock-hard gun. I hammered Doug half a dozen more times, then slammed all the way in and held it there as my load spurted deep inside his guts. While I was still pulsing out the last few shots, Kyle yelled aloud and dumped his load into Doug’s sucking mouth. Right then, as I was still recovering my breath, I felt two brawny arms encircle my chest, two hands started playing with my nipples, and a deep voice murmured into my ear, “Damn, that was fucking hot.” In the same moment, I felt another totally new sensation, but I recognized it right away -- Brent’s thick man tool was pushing its way into my butt crack and rubbing up and down....

2 "Real" functions: For one to bust a nut, the other, for the receiver to satisfy his craving for dick!

Fuck this is such a hot story. Hope Chase's cock wins out over his brain LOL

That last chapter was awesome, especially the verbal during the recharge scene.

I’ve been going to Steamworks a long time, and I always have a great time getting bred by lots of hot guys, and inseminating as many cute twinks as I can. I often get a standard room, leave the door open while I lay naked and ass up on the bed, exposed and inviting. I always get at least 5 loads fucked into me, usually more. I love the back room, too, and will grab a gloryhole booth and be a cumsponge for a couple hours. I’ll suck and fuck every cock that is presented and get dozens of loads pumped inside my pussyhole. The sling and Fuck tables are really fun as well!

Part 5: Sir called out, “Okay guys, let’s go.” I was again lifted and dropped down on the dildo and Houston’s cock several times. Houston only stared at me and smirked as his still hard cock continued to be fucked by my cunt and the rubber cock. I heard Sir, the next time I was balls deep, tell Jose, “Spin him.” Jose took my shoulders while Houston took my hips. Without the dicks being removed, they proceeded to turn me 180 degrees so I was facing out the back of the van. There were six men, in various ages/sizes/cleanliness, etc. I knew what was cumming. I thought I did at least. Each guy, in turn, entered the van and rammed their dick down my throat. Each man, with not a clean crotch among them, skull fucked me until they came. Except they didn’t cum in me or on me. Instead, Sir handed the first guy a small jar and simply ordered, “Load in the jar.” The first three men took turns skull fucking me and pulling out to shoot their loads in the jar. When they left, I noticed that the line was now several men longer. I couldn’t see the end of the line, but could see several cocks being jerked off. The next guy in line stood outside the van, watching me and jerking his dick with a grin on his face. I recognized him as another of the former inmates. “Beg me faggot,” he snidely leered at me. “Please Mr. Masetes, fuck my throat.” Before he moved, Sir asked him, “Did you do what I ordered?” Gabe responded, “Yes, Sir, I’m not stupid enough to disobey you.” Sir, ignoring this, ordered, “Strip, and show him.” Not resistant to the order, Gabe proceeded to take his shirt and pants off, standing naked outside the van. I couldn’t help but admire his lean, Mexican body and his abs, which while not a ripped six pack, were clearly visible. Moving downward to look more closely at his cock, I froze at his waistline. Between his waistline and the base of his cock was a tattoo that I recognized from stories, pictures and videos. It was a bio-hazard symbol with the words “Toxic” and “Loads” on each side of it. The meth coursing through me and still controlling my brain made me beg, “Please, give me your toxic load.” He smiled as he stepped into the van. As I tried to reach out to get to his tattoo, he slapped me away and said, “Earn it.” With that, he turned around, grabbed handles on each side, bent over and shoved his ass out, toward me. I heard Houston say, “Fuck Gabe, you nasty.” Then he ordered me to spread the ass open. I reached forward and did so. If I was shocked by the first tattoo, this one, I should say, these were even more so. Surrounding his hole was another biohazard tattoo. Tattooed vertically down the inside of each cheek were the words “Cum” and “Whore,” with arrows pointing to his hole. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” slipped from my mouth before I could stop myself. As soon as the last word was finished, the ass was slammed backward and the hole smashed right onto my open mouth. As shocked as I was, I knew what I was supposed to do, and drove my tongue from my mouth and right into his hole. His hole opened up easily to my tongue and I heard him moan and tell me, “Eat my hole. Empty it for me.” Somewhere at the back of my mind, I registered this comment and thought, to my utter disgust that he was going to make me eat shit. Before I could respond, I felt a warm liquid on my tongue and knew; there was cum in his ass. This sent me over the edge, knowing that this hot Mexican macho guy, was like me: a cum dump. I reached up and spread his cheeks; he began to tell me to stop. It was him who stopped as he felt my face and tongue push even deeper. I felt Houston reach up and push my head forward sat the same time i heard Sir tell Gabe, “Feed him.” In the next second, I felt Gabe loosen his hole and cum started flowing out. This was clearly several loads as the flow was heavy. I devoured it as if it was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Houston urged, “Swallow those loads you sick faggot fuck.” I heard Gabe moaning as he finished emptying the loads from his ass. He pulled away and stood back up. I heard him ask Sir, “Can I do it now?” Sir responded, “Not yet, I have an extra reward for you; but you’ll need to wait a few minutes.” Gabe’s voice was a mix of sadness and excitement when he responded, “Yes, Sir.” He hopped out of the van and the next guy hopped in. For about the next twenty minutes, I was skull-fucked by the remaining guys in line, each shooting loads into the jar, which was, at the end, almost full. The last two men were directed to piss down my throat after the last guy came. They took turns pissing down my throat, ordering me not to drop any. This piss was different from any other; it was much stronger and acrid. I wanted to throw up, but resisted, knowing the danger I’d be in. As the second guy began pissing, I felt it. Another rush, head spinning, and craving; I was drinking chem piss and became much more eager. When the last guy finished and hopped out, Gabe hopped back in, still naked and hard. With no warning, I felt Houston’s arms around me as he held me tight. I saw a needle in agaves hand and begged him to slam me again, already knowing I was a slamwhore. When he moved toward me and grabbed my arm, I felt Houston’s hand grabbed me and squeeze hard in the middle of my upper arm. Gabe flicked the crook of my arm a couple of times to pop a vein up. It was only then that I saw the needle. This one did not have a clear liquid in it. The liquid was red. I looked from it alto Gabe’s face and shook my head, starting to beg him not to do it. “Shut up faggot.” He pulled the cap off and after swabbing the area with an alcohol wipe, he placed the tip of the needle at my vein. “Watch faggot. Watch as I give you my toxic blood. You know you want this.” Through the tears, and the realization that everything that had happened before, all the raw loads, there was now no avoiding my fate. I looked him in the face before turning to look at my arm. As soon as I turned, the needle was slid in. I watched as he pulled back the plunger and the liquid became even more red. As he made to push the plunger in, the word, “No,” slipped from my mouth. He began to say something but stopped as my hand reached up to physically stop him. I hesitated before I said simply, “Let me do it.” Sir, who I noticed for the first time, was pointing his phone right at me and said, “Do it.” Gabe moved his hand and I took a hold of the plunger. Seeing my hand twitch a little, Gabe put his hand on mine to steady me. I watched as the plunger pushed to scarlet liquid in my arm. This was clearly a bigger slam as I was feeling it with half the meth still in the needle. I finished the push and Gabe quickly covered the injection site with cotton and removed the needle. I raised my arm and the impact was intense. There were five coughs, heavy ear ringing and for a moment I was afraid I was going to die. When that passed and I screamed to be fucked, I heard Sir from somewhere say, “Do it.” I felt Houston pull me back so that my back was against his muscular torso. Feeling his pecs and nips,along with his ripped abs pressing into me only intensified the effects. Gabe pushed my legs up just far enough for Houston to grab them and pull them backwards, as far and wide as they’d go. This new series of movements created an intense stretching of my hole as Houston’s cock and the dildo moved along with my body. I watched as Gabe got between my legs, took cum from the jar to lube the stretched ring of my cunt and then his dick. I knew what was cumming and was terrified. “Oh fuck, give me that third cock. Rape me hard. WRECK ME.” With that Gabe placed his cock head at my hole and pushed. My hole wouldn’t open, there was too much in me. Knowing what would push him to what I needed, I looked him in the eyes and insulted him. “You fucking faggot, you can’t even get that cock of yours in me? You really are a bottom bitch like me.” This did it. After slapping me as hard as he could, punching me in the balls and spitting on face, he slammed hard into me. My hole gave way as he rammed in balls deep. I had three dicks in me. “C’mon Gabe, give it to me. Rape me.” For the next two minutes, I was raped and knew I’d never be the same, physically or mentally. When I knew he was getting close I begged him, “Please give me your toxic cum. Make me toxic. Knock your bitch up.” This made him pound me harder until he blew a huge load in me, telling me he was destroying my life with his load, calling me his AIDS brother and whore. After he finished cumming, and catching his breath, he groaned, “You are so fucking nasty. But I’m not done with you. Houston, you ready for lift off?” Houston only responded, “Fuck yeah.” With that, Gabe reached down, wrapped me in his arms and counted to 3. On 3, he fell backwards, pulling me with him. As this happened, Houston lifted up off his back. All three cocks, all still hard, moved with me and my hole stretched even more. I felt movement as Houston adjusted himself and then began pounding me, matching the techniques Gabe. I whimpered in pain before begging to get raped. Houston didn’t last long until he shot his second load deep in my wrecked cunt. It took several minutes for the three cocks to be removed. The dildo was the last to slide out and as it did, I fell onto my side, knowing I had just been completely anally destroyed. I looked at the two cocks and dildo that had just been in me, seeing cum and lube on all three. I moved toward Houston first and cleaned him off then did the same for Gabe, even kissing and licking the cum from his tattoo. After they were done, Sir ordered me to get on my hands and knees, facing the dildo with my ass up. It took me a long time, to do, but eventually I did. I heard each of the four men make comments about my hole, saying it was no longer recognizable as an asshole. That it was more wrecked then a cunt after a gangbang and that I could now take anything they wanted to shove in me. Sir asked me, “You still want more don’t you?” I responded, “No Sir. It doesn’t matter what I want. Do you want to do more to me Sir?” He laughed and said, “I have one last thing. You remember all those loads those guys shot in the jar?” I nodded and he asked, “Why do you think I did that?” I couldn’t fathom any special reason. Then it hit me. The last fantasy I had told him. “They’re poison loads Sir. They are dirty and toxic loads.” Sir said, “That’s right boy, that’s what you wanted isn’t it? Tell me what you wrote.” “I told you that I wanted to take a bunch of loads that had the most bugs in it. Don’t care what toes, what strains. But I wanted each one to have some disease that would infect me.” Sir responded, “You’re going to get what you want, and more. Those 26 loads are filled with toxic, high viral AIDS loads. At least three of the loads are over a million count. There’s also every possible STI in there, some that are already med resistant. And they are all going into that dirty faggot cunt.” I was on the hook, “Please Sir, put those nasty loads in my cunt. Infect me please.” Jose moved in front of me and placed his phone in front of me with video recording. I was told to get down all the way, and to arch my back so that my hole was high enough to swallow it all. A huge funnel, with a large exit hole was jammed into me. I felt it scratching against the walls of my cunt as it was pushed deep. Then I felt it. I watched as Sir poured the cum into the funnel and then felt the cum slide into my hole. It took a minute, but soon almost all the cum was in me. I’d never felt this full. I begged for the last of the cum, but only could watch as the funnel was pulled out, with Sir making sure that it was empty before pulling out. He set the jar on my ass and I could only beg for the last inch of the cum. Sir stayed motionless for a couple, enjoying my begging and pleading. When he picked up the jar, I almost squealed with delight. I didn’t expect what was coming next. Sir asked me, “Do you remember what I said to you when I was fucking you in the stall?” I had to focus, which was extremely difficult, to remember everything he said. I had a strong response to one thing in particular. “I wouldn’t open my inner hole for you and you said you would get in there.” Sir said, “Close enough. Well now is the time where your ass pays the piper. I’m getting in that hole.” I watched as Sir poured the remainder of the cum on his hand, palm and back and then wipe it around. He folded his hand into the duck shape and push into my hole. I felt his fingers, his hand, and his wrist slide into me with no resistance. I heard the sound of all the cum in my ass as he entered the cum tunnel. He did not stop. He continued to push his arm into me, meeting no resistance. I then felt his fingers and his hand start entering that once tight second hole. I heard gasps from the other guys as the entire arm slid into my ass, Sir’s wrist nearly at the point of passing all the way through the inner hole. He proceeded over the next five minutes to pull out and push back in, not being able to adjust enough to get himself all the way in that hole. He slowly pulled his arm al the way out and wiped his arm off and pushed the cum in me. “Houston, show me your arm.” I felt movement behind me and saw Houston’s body appear behind me. It was covered in a thick coat of grease and he said, “this is gonna be good.” As Sir directed him, Houston put his hand to my hole and I could tell that it was bigger than Sir. It slid through my hole and was immediately sucked in, past the wrist and up his arm. He quickly reached the inner hole and stopped. He took a picture, tossed his phone in front of me and I was shocked. As deep as he was in me, he still had about 6” to 7” to go. The phone was removed. Sir said, “Do it,” and I prepared to have the rest of Houston’s arm pushed in, his hand passing through the inner hole. Instead, there was no movement. Sir repeated, in a more demanding voice, “Do it faggot, take his arm.” I knew what this meant I immediately pulled forward a couple of inches, and then pushed backward. I refused to stop and felt Houston’s big hand slide all the way through, wrist and all. I pushed until my hole was planted on the crook of his arm. Taking a few seconds to catch my breath, I started to pull off and push back, increasing the depth I pulled off and the intensity I pushed back with. I quickly felt the inner hole lose al resistance as I slammed myself up and down Houston’s arm. I felt my prostate getting assaulted, and angled it so that it was beaten on every motion. I whimpered, “Cum Sir?” He said, “Not this time faggot. Not yet.” I moaned but continued to fuck myself on Houston’s arm. I knew I needed one last thing. “Sir, can I have one more thing done?” Sir said, “As long as you don’t cum.” I asked Houston, while I was fully planted on him, “Mr. Houston, when I pull off the next time, all the way off, will you put your hand into a fist? Then ram it all the way in, no stopping?” Houston, for the first time possibly, was unsure and said, “Fuck faggot. That’s gonna hurt. You sure? Sir? “ In unison, Sir and I said, “Do it.” Houston said, “Fuck it. Let’s go faggot.” I took a breath and began pulling off his arm. He laughed and said, “Let’s get this going,” and proceeded to pull his arm all the way out. I groaned in pain, not expecting this. Within a second, not giving me a chance to change my mind, Houston placed his clenched fist at my cunt and slammed his arm all the way up me. The pain was intense as he passed the first ridge and continued up. He hit the inner ring and there was resistance. He continued to push, but couldn’t get through. “C’mon faggot, you want this, give it up to mt black fist.” He tried pushing more, but nothing moved. “Gabe get up front and hold him in place.” Gabe moved in front of me and lifted me up to scoot under me. His hands went to my shoulders and pushed me back onto Houston’s arm. “Perfect. Last chance faggot.” He pushed again and, even with me not being able to move away, he couldn’t get through. He yanked his arm all the way out. I heard rustling behind me and him say this should do it. I felt the largest shard I’d been given set down ass. Another picture, and the size of the shard was immense. 1” long, 1/4 inch thick. The shard was quickly picked up and jammed deep in me by Houston. He shoved it to the inner hole and held it there the pain was intense as the huge rock dissolved with a major burn and a reaction similar to my first slams He decided when it was about a quarter left to melt, “Ready or not, I’m going through.” Without pulling out, I felt him move his fingers into a fist. He pulled out out about 6” and told Gabe, “Hold him tight.” This time he did not try to push his way through the ring. Instead, he slammed his arm in, fist first, back into my hole. He punched the ring, immediately pulled back and repeated it. I was so fucking high that I couldn’t register the pain that was occurring in my cunt, What I could register was the intense pleasure I was feeling of having my inner hole punched over and over again. The pleasure was so intense, that after four or five punches, I had to join in. With a slight movement the first time, I pushed back to meet Houston’s fist. Houston felt this and urged me, “Fuck yeah faggot, ride my arm. Rape that inner hole yourself, get my fucking fist in there.” As he punched again, I pushed back harder. We did this in unison six more times, me getting tougher each time. On the seventh, it happened. As he punched forward and I slammed backwards, my hole broke and his fist pushed through. We were both lost in the feeling; him feeling his fist push through and his wrist being tightly grabbed by the hole. I was broken more as I lost sense of being, the endorphins overloading me. He recovered faster and resumed his punching. I felt him pull his fist out and immediately push back in, keeping my inner hole from shutting back down and finally beating it into full submission. This went on for five minutes. I was slumped down, but felt every punch. Finally, he said he was exhausted and pulled his arm out. With his arm and fist exiting my hole, my rectum followed into a major rosebud. I collapsed onto my side, had just enough energy to reach back and feel the rosebud before passing out.

so awesome seeing so many other guys proud of how loose and sex wrecked on size they are. here's me after a good heavy use:

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.

"You'll pull out before you cum right?" "Sure if that's what you want at the time." His confident reply. I just nodded my head a little and the most beautiful onslaught of my hairy ass by his turgid raw cock began. We revolved through so many positions and I just kept letting ... no ... inviting his big raw cock back in. Missionary was my favorite as his stunning gaze beamed down at me. As I thought I recognized the quickening of his pace and gasping breaths he said "I'm getting close, where do you want this toxic load?" "Pull out! Pull out! On my back " I begged. "Are you sure? I'd rather knock you up if I already haven't. " I quickly pulled off his cock and dove to take his large member and toxic load down my throat. Well most of it, I lifted off to soon... his last rope blast streaked up my cheek and into my eye . When I cleared my eye enough he was grinning down at me. As if I needed it spelled out he said; "Mucus membrane for my highly toxic load ... you may as well have let me breed your ass man. " It was not a malicious voice at all. In fact in his afterglow his sweetness melted me. I forgot my fears as we cuddled ... and then the door closed and he was gone. Full realization then set in, I had accepted all his toxic precum in my ass and some of his cum escaped my throat to be entering through my eye membrane. Fear! Panic! And a massive erection and powerful horniness took over. I jerked off to a fantasy of him cumming in my ass. As I imagined what it would feel like I had an epic orgasm. The memory and intensity of this hookup, the raw sex, the fear, the hunger, the splat in the eye ... the regret, the fear I could be infected haunted me for the next 2 months until I got up the courage to go for testing. I lost nights sleep with worry ... but it would always revert to the memory getting me very horny, my cock hardening, and the thought of taking toxic cum triggering a huge orgasm . What was I thinking?

"Oh Fuck me!", what did I just say? He needed no more encouragement. After a few fucks from his raw cock I found my voice; "You are safe aren't you ... when was your last test?" Still grinning, "Got my results 3 weeks ago. " his excellent fucking continued. "Oh good ... ... wait ... wait,and you are negative... right? " "FUCK NO " Silence on my part as his pounding picked up . As my voice came back, "then you are Poz? His grin and nod. "then you've started meds?" "Shit no! Why would I do that?" As I half heartedly tried to pull away from him he pinned me fast. "No ... pull out, get off me " I whimpered. But I clearly was not backing up my words with forceful actions. He bent down and kissed me with his luscious lips. I opened to his kiss and soon our tongues were entwined. His long raw cock deeper inside me than ever. "Please pull out" I pleaded, "I don't want to get infected ... I've never even bbed before. " Through his confident grin, " Look . What difference will it make now. You've already been exposed to a flood of my toxic precum... (as his movement began) just let me fuck you raw for a bit. " "Ok ... just a bit. You'll pull out before you cum right? What did I just say? To be continued

By a strange circumstance... For the next 15 years, Dave and I fucked and converted many boys. Some wanted it, and some were too dumb to see our status or ask about condom use. Often we double teamed the guys, and made sure that we both gave them a huge load. Our favorite was when we got a guy who wanted to be double penetrated. We loved the feeling of our poz cocks rubbing against each other as we bare fucked a hole, and our loads were often deposited at the same time when we were able to DP. We had a stash of condoms that were prepped for breakage, and our 'silicon' lube was laced with baby oil to ensure breakage. Our goal in life had become to spread our seed and procreate through our disease. We had ads on all the popular hookup sites, and all clearly stated that we were poz, and preferred to fuck bareback. Sometimes it got us the ass we wanted, sometimes the guys were hesitant. Those were the ones that we either stealthed, or used the old 'just the tip' line on till we were shooting our poison deep into them and changing their lives forever. The big shock of my life came when we got a hit from a cute 18 year old freshman named Tom who had just moved to DC for college and was looking for some Daddy types to help him come out into the gay world, and give him the bug. When he unlocked his pics for us, I was stunned. It was like looking into a slightly distorted picture of me at that age. He didn’t have my light blonde hair; rather it was a dark strawberry blonde, but his features eerily looked like my younger self. We chatted, and over the course of a couple days, I discovered that he had grown up with a single mom and had never known his dad. He had come out as gay in high school, but growing up in a small town he had not known of any other gay guys. Tom really wanted to meet us, and Dave was fully up for giving him our bug; there was just something in the back of my mind that had me on edge with Tom, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. We all met at a local diner for lunch, and to chat before deciding on going any further. It was over that lunch that I finally discovered what had me on edge with Tom. We talked about his plans to study sports medicine at school, and that he in high school he had been on the wrestling team where in placed in the Nationals top three every year of high school. In fact his wrestling skills had landed him a nice college scholarship. But it was when He showed us a picture of His mom that it all clicked. I had fucked around with his mom back when I was in the military, and must have knocked her up. Tom was my son. Not only was he my son, but he was gay and was a chaser, just as I had been, although I had never admitted as much until Dave had converted me. I dropped the bomb that I had just discovered on Tom and Dave. I knew Dave well enough to know that as soon as the recently discovered truth was out, his cock was rock hard and leaking his toxic precum with the thought of us gifting my own flesh and blood with our bug. Tom, I didn’t know that well, but the look that came over his face was eerily similar to the look that was on Dave’s face. The two of them quickly finished up their lunch, and were practically dragging me back to our place. Once we were alone in our apartment, Tom pulled me to him and gave me a deep passionate kiss. “I’ve always had this fantasy,” he said “of finding my Dad and him being gay. I never imagined that he’d be this hot or that he has something else that I wanted other than being a mentor to me.” “What do you mean, Tom?” I asked. “You know. I want the bug. To be poz. My cock and hole are twitching right now with the thought of it being given to me by the same cock and cum that made it possible for me to exist.” As much as my brain wanted to rebel against the idea, my cock began to harden in my jeans and the thought of my seed, that had helped create this young man in front of us, being fucked into him and its poison finding its way into his blood and converting him began to interest me. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to give him what he wanted. “I have an even better idea,” I said, “you can call us Daddy and act like we are your Dom Dads. But we will all know the truth and enjoy the hell out of it.” “So,” Tom asked, “does this mean that you will fuck me? Give me your poison seed and convert me to be like you, Dad, poz?” “Yes, son.” “Nice! How about we start on that converting of me now.” With that out of the way, Tom grabbed both my cock and that of Dave, and began to massage them through the denim of our jeans. Both of us let out a moan, and I grabbed Tom’s hand form my crotch and began to direct him to our bedroom. Dave followed behind us, stripping his clothes off as he went leaving a trail of hastily removed clothing. Once in the bedroom, Tom began to strip, but I stopped him. I wanted to be the one to take of each article of clothing and expose the body that I had unwittingly helped create all those years ago. As I pulled off his shirt, a nice firm six-pack, a beautifully sculpted adonis belt and solid pecs were revealed. His lithe body reminded me of mine when I was his age. I still had the six-pack, but now there was a lot more fur there, not just the trail of hair that lead down from his belly button into his jeans. Tom reached over to me after I had his shirt removed and slid my tee shirt over my head. He leaned in close to me and put his head on my furry chest and a purr left his lips as he nuzzled into my pecs. We both kicked off our shoes and then at the same time reached for the button and zip of the other’s jeans. I batted Tom’s hand away and told him to wait his turn. As I undid the button and pulled the zip down, a moan came from the doorway where Dave stood naked and jacking his cock. “Stop with the tease, you two, and get naked so we can get to the fucking. I don’t think I can hold off cumming for much longer. This whole Father/Son thing has got me really close.” “Then stop playing with your cock and wait like a good boy” I said with a smile in my voice.

Yo in a way dats my story too---I got so into him pushin his Jamaican 12 1/.2 inch Uncut up into me that I started pumpin back on it to truely give him a milkin to feel the scalding heat of his charged seed bein pissed in deep of my man coochi! Before I knew it he had flooded me up with POZ Jamaican babies & proudly told me WELCOME TO THE BROTHER !