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If you have read some of my posts you know I work for a gay couple and one of them fucks me regularly. When we first started fucking I was very uncomfortable with it for several reasons, he was married and I have a boyfriend being the big ones. Long story how it all started. If you are interested I can tell that story in another post. So at first I made him come to me if he wanted sex. Again it was me trying to control things, dealing with my guilt, not wanting to let go. I live with them when working and have my own room. He would come down to my room at night and slip into bed. I didn't always give in, just pretended to be sleeping. That slowly changed. Being the cock hungry cumdump that I am I could not resist having such a delicious cock so close at hand. His cock is the beer can type, so fucking hot. Feels amazing stretching my hole. He fucks raw and plants his seed in my guts. As all you dedicated bottoms know when you get that need to be mounted and bred there is no ignoring it. One night I had to have some cock. It was very late, probably two or three in the morning. I went up to his room and started blowing him with his husband snoring away right next to him. I could tell when he woke up but he never said a word. His cock is so thick I have trouble sucking for very long. My jaw aches, my teeth start getting in the way. I powered through though until I got his load. Then I went back to my room and jacked off savoring the taste of his cum. That was the beginning of the end for my resolve not to ask him for sex. Slowly over the next few months I gave in to my needs, mainly the need to back up on that fine cock and rub one out while he seeded my hole. Eventually he bought poppers because sometimes I had a hard time working that fat rod up my chute. Being the popper pig I am it just made me want his cock even more. He has huge balls too so his fully packed crotch looks like two chipmunks fighting over a sausage. You can't take your eyes off it. He is a total tease as well. If we go anywhere for a drive he unzips and lets his half hard cock peek out. This summer I gave in completely and asked to be fucked. He has not said no once. He is often on the farm during the day so is available to breed me. One time I went to find him to get fucked and his son showed up and would not go away. I needed cock and wasn't about to wait any longer. I typed 'wanna fuck' on my phone and showed it to him. Very quickly he got rid of his son and five minutes later he was balls deep in my hole and I was begging for his load. I finally realized how lucky I was to have a willing top on call. Being very rural my options are limited. I don't work on the farm in the winter and am missing his dick. Next summer I plan making sure I quit wasting time and back onto his cock every chance I can. I am sure that will be almost daily. Every time I have snuck into his bed at night his cock is always hard before I touch it. I wait until his husband is asleep, the man sleeps like the dead, then I get what I need which is a thorough fucking and breeding. Anybody else in a situation like this or have a top always available to take care of your greedy hole?

she'd always had lots of gay guy friends. a __ hag, right. we'd gotten married right after high school in rural texas but moved to houston before the year was out and etched out a small life there. kalyn (i know) was sweet but dumb and thought that loving sex and the city made her progressive. she picked up some crappy jobs and made friends with a lot of gay guys. this was odd to me since i knew she was a huge homophobe. one night I tried to play with her asshole and she ridiculed me for being gay. "You know pussy is enough for most guys that aren't faggots." she was right about one thing though, pussy wasn't enough for me because I also wanted dick. we had started having pot luck dinners with kalyn's friends. mostly gay guys. it was lots of fun. one night we had ted and george over--pretty much our closest friends. kalyn had a little too much of her crappy wine and forgot who she was talking to and mocked me for being gay. George replied, "Oh well if he's gay we should probably have sex" "oh I didn't mean it like that." "No, we must find out if your husband is a disgusting fag." kalyn looked bereft. she hadn't meant to offend her buddies, but she was super dumb. I decided to exploit the opportunity. "let's get you to bed, okay?" **** I put Kalyn to bed and came back out. George and Ted were still there. They were both super gay. and hot. "Sorry about that. i dunno what to say, but she's kinda super homophobic." "Anyway, let me show you something." I went to a top kitchen cupboard and pulled down a dvd. i popped it in the xbox 360 and took a seat next to Ted on the couch. I pushed play. some gay porn started up. A skinny white guy was laying in a sex swing and getting fucked in the ass bareback by a biker looking guy. ted started laughing, "so you are a faggot!" george looked bemused. we all watched the porno. the first top ejaculated in the bottom's ass. "you ever taken a dick?" ted asked. "no. just a fantasy. i haven't actually fucked anyone but kalyn." i watched intently as the next man slid his penis inside the bottom. "you know you're getting fucked tonight, right?" i didnt respond for like 30 seconds, and ted and george waited patiently. "what if she wakes up?" "don't worry, i can tell she is OUT. and anyway, we'll be cool if she gets up." i didn't say anything but i got up and took off all my clothes. "Do you have any lube?" "Yeah hang on". I went into the darkened bedroom and poked around the nightstand. I found some warming lube I'd bought for our anniversary a few months back. i could see that Kalyn was zonked. i pulled the comforter up around her shoulders. I went back to the living room and closed the bedroom door. I handed the lube to Ted "ok i guess this'll have to do" I got naked and took off the back couch cushions, tossing them over the back. i pressed my torso against the seat of the couch and stuck my ass in the air. Ted lubed my hole and his cock. he slid all the way inside me in one move. I gasped. fuck that was intense! Ted fucked me like a slut, and fair enough. i struggled to take his dick but if i was going to try gay sex, i wasn't going to give up so easily. eventually, i stopped panicking and started enjoying the sensation. as he got close to cumming, ted started weirdly narrating what was happening. "yeah im about to nut in this chick's husband." i realized george had his phone out and was filming. "oh fuck yeah" ted pushed into me and george got up close. "this slut really is tight." "you were a virgin huh?" i turned my face out of the couch to say "yup". george was up close with his camera and obviously got a clear shot of me.fuck it. i got up on my elbows and said right into the lens "but im thinking about being a cumslut now." ted began to ejaculate in me, pounding my hole franticly. "oh fuck yeah bitch" he said a little too loud for comfort. he withdrew and i climbed up on the couch, laying on my back as i felt semen and lube slide out of my hole.ted was heading to the bathroom, which required going through the bedroom where kalyn was passed out. "hey could you grab a towel" i called after quietly. *** hello, i'd like to make some friends here. message me!

I was home from college and my family was hosting the annual Thanksgiving dinner. I really hated this time of year and having all the family over. My mom would stress out, people would drink too much and I would spend most of time in my room trying to avoid the chaos that ensued. My mom called for me to come down as dinner time was almost near. I tossed on my button up shirt and headed down stairs. The normal folks were there - my grandma, my aunt and uncle, but what shocked me was my uncle Jeff and his partner was there. They never come and quite honestly are a little much for me to handle. I was down there maybe 10 minutes and already couldn't wait to get back to my room and play my video game. My uncle and his partner were being super gay, annoying, touchy feely with each other, etc. They had to see me roll my eyes a number of times. Eventually I put my dirty dishes in the dish washer and went back to my room to play my game. Even with my headphones I could hear people still downstairs partying it up and being loud. I couldn't help but to think I was at a frat party but unfortunately I was at home with family. This was not my idea of a fun party. About midnight it quieted down and I decided after I finished this segment of the game I would go brush my teeth and go to bed. As I walked into the bathroom there was my uncles partner in the bathroom naked. "Oh excuse me. I didn't know anyone was in here." I quickly went back to my room. I decided I would play another segment of the game and try again. I went back to the bathroom and the next thing I knew someone came out behind the door and put something over my nose/mouth. I started waking up and realizing I was tied up with a gag in my mouth. I looked around and recognized I was in the guest room that is in the basement of the house. I had no idea what was going on. Then I saw my uncle and his partner... "oh look the stuck up judgmental asshole is coming too" said my uncle Jeff. "What are you doing? Let me go." I said "We will let you go once we have taught you a lesson. However, it is going to be up to you how you learn your lesson. It really isn't nice to judge people. So we are going to show you what it means to be a fag. So that way you realize you're not any better than us." Jeff said. "No fucking way. Let me go. I am no fag." "Look you really don't have a choice on that. Your choice is simply going to be do we do it the easy way or the hard way. Don't think your parents are going to come to your rescue because we slipped them a little something in their drinks to make sure they will be out all night. Ironic thing is we had no intentions to do this until your snotty behavior at dinner. That is when we decided we needed to teach you a lesson and forego our other plans." "Look I am sorry. It's just not my thing. I prefer to be left alone. Just let me go and we can pretend none of this happened." "Too late boy. You are about to get what you deserve.....

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

Disclaimer: if you don’t like cheating stories then leave. I don’t need your input. I’ve posted a few stories on here before about how I love to cheat on my husband. And believe me, he doesn’t cheat. I’m not sure if he knows that I do or not. He’s caught me a while back and I’ve said I’d stop but I haven’t. We’ve recently started playing with other guys while we are together. We have one regular but have had 2 others stop by as well. It’s been fun—super hot watching my husband suck someone else’s dick and get bred. He begs for it and I know he wants it, which is why I wish he’d just let us play separately. With the holiday this week, I was off work. He had to work a few extra days, but I invited our buddy over. Since my husband works from home, this worked perfectly. While my husband was working, he could take some time and join in with me and our buddy so he wasn’t technically shut out of the fun. But what was so hot about this was when me and our buddy were alone together. I’ve hooked up with this guy before. He’s a married bear, slightly older than both my husband and I. It’s been 10 years since he’s bred me but it’s like it was yesterday. And now it’s super hot watching my husband makeout with him and ride his cock. My husband told me I can play separately while he’s at least in the other room but I’m going to see if this guy wants to fuck alone at his place. So fucking hot.

names James. I'm 31, 6' 1", dark hair, hairy, and have a fit body. I've been poz for about five years now. From time to time I would go visit my parents, and every time I was visiting them, it happened Derek, my younger brother's cute friend also was also visiting. Each time I also found we were eyeing each other. The time I first met him he was only 15, but now he is 18, about 5' 8", dirty blonde hair with a nice bubble ass. On a few occasions, when my brother and Derek were swimming, I went into Derek's bag and sniffed his undies. There's nothing like smelling a young man's underwear: always scented with precum, and sometimes I jerked and blew my cum in them - just for good measure. One night my parents were out of town and asked that I keep an eye on the house while my brother and Derek were swimming. At some point my brother went inside, leaving Derek and me alone. Derek climbed out of the pool and, as the water dripping from his treasure trail, asked "Hey James, can I get a smoke?" I immediately popped hard on. "Sure, Derek, but can you…" "Can I what?" "Ummm, it's nothing." "Just tell me," he replied. "Well, I just wanted you to turn around. You have a nice ass." "I'll even lower my shorts a bit, just for you." And let me tell you. From that point on I was determined to fuck his ass! I didn't care. I had to poz him. So the very next day I gave my friend Mark a call, and asked for his assistance in getting into Derek's ass. Mark readily agreed, and so the next day Mark and his sister to stop over. Now, Mark is about 30, and his sister is 19. I picked-up some booze and the five of us started to drink, and I made sure Derek got more shots than any of the rest of us. As Mark and I expected, Mark's sister got bored and wanted to go out clubbing, and I graciously gave them cab fair. As they were started to get ready to leave my brother quietly said Derek was going to stay home as he had had a bit to much to drink. Yes, all was going to plan. My brother and Derek's sister left, leaving me and Mark alone with Derek. "Sorry if I ruined your night, guys," Derek slurred slightly. "No problem at all," I replied, adding "Mark and I are gonna take a swim. Why don't you join us in the back?" "Sure, just give me another smoke," answered Derek. Oh, I'll give you something, I said to myself as I handed him a cigarette. With that the three of us wandered out to the pool, and Mark asked "Hey James, do you have any spare suits?" "Nah," I replied, suggesting "since it's just us, we can just wear our underwear." Mark and I immediately stripped-down, and James followed our example, albeit somewhat clumsily. He had definitely had enough to drink, still, he was the first to jump in, and I was next, although, since he was slightly drunk, he didn't move-out of the way, with the result I surfaced underneath him, and we ended-up wrestling our way back to the wide staircase. Derek tried to jump on my back to knock me back into the water, and as I staggered under his weight, I couldn't help but inwardly smile as I felt his hard cock pressing against my back. "Yo, Derek, what's that you got there, buddy?" I asked. "Sorry, dude, sorry, but you're hot, man," he replied. Joining in, Mark suggested "Hey Derek, if you think James is so how, why don't you show him how much you like his body?" With only the consideration of a second, Derek looked me up and down, grabbed my cock, and placed my hands on his ass as he began giving me an impassioned, if somewhat drunken, kiss. Knowing Derek was where we wanted him, Mark came over and the two of us helped Derek out of the pool, and into the bedroom, where Mark and I got ready to breed him. Somewhat to my surprise Derek said "Fuck, you're so hot! I can't believe this. I've never been with a guy." I murmured in reply, "Well, to be honest, I've wanted to play with you since I first saw you, so you're in luck: you'll get to play with not only me, but my buddy Mark." "I want your cocks inside me," Derek replied, but Mark suggested, "Well, maybe you should start by sucking us off for a while, and then we'll see who gets to tag your ass." And damn, for a first timer he gave a surprisingly good blow job, and while Derek worked on me, Mark began rimming him, getting him ready for my poz cock. Derek, fully aroused by the attention to his ass, was thoroughly excited, and I was happy when he abruptly stood-up, turned-around, and commanded "Fuck me, now." I graciously prepared to comply, and lubed his ass and myself with some Elbow Grease I had strategically placed in the night table drawer, but just as my head was knocking at his hole, Derek asked "Wait, do you have condoms?" Again I was prepared "Sure do," as I pulled one out of the same night table drawer. Derek slid the condom onto my cock, turned around, and presented his ass. Ever helpful Mark distracted him with some poppers, and I began to breach Derek's ass. "Good boy," I coo'd, "why not go down on Mark?" As he did so, I slowly worked my way into Derek's ass, although I admit I ran out of patience towards the end, and just rammed myself home. Naturally Derek yelped in surprise and pain, but I didn't pause: I fucked him vigorously, determined to leave my load in his hole. Fortunately Derek was a natural bottom, and within a minute or two had opened-up to the point he could exclaim "Oh, fuck, that feels amazing! Fuck me, James!" I urged him on, answering "You got it, buddy, take it. Take my cock!" "Fuck, I want you to fuck me every time you visit," he replied. I snickered thinking he was asking for more than he realized, but didn't let on, replying "Get on your back, Derek. I wanna see your eyes as I fuck you!" Now on his back, he replied "Oh, man, it hurts so good." And knowing I needed to shed the condom before I blew my load, I suggested "Hey Mark, why don't you crouch over Derek's face and let him rim your hole?" Mark and Derek thought this was a good idea, and as they positioned themselves, I kept pounding away, but each time I withdrew I surreptitiously slid the condom a bit off my cock, so by the time Derek's tongue slid into Mark's hole, I was barebacking Derek. Yup. My entire eight inch poz cock was now barebacking Derek, and I was very close to seeding him, so I asked "Fuck, Derek, where do you want me to cum?" "Blow your load in my ass, man, in my ass," Derek replied, only to resume rimming Mark. "Fuck, yeah, man, here it is!" I replied, as I pounded ever harder. My load was now about to blow, so I let both Derek and Mark know as much when I pushed my way in, balls-deep, and announced "Here, take it! Take my cum!" As I blew my load inside Derek's ass, he came at virtually the same moment. Not to be out done, Mark gave himself a couple of jerks and blew his load all over Derek's chest, and even Derek's face. So Derek was the model of a slut: cum covering his face as my cum, my poz cum, soaked into his ass. When we had caught our breath I gasped "Hey, buddy, you better get to bed before my brother gets home," but tired by the booze and the fuck, Derek passed-out, so Mark and I carried him into the spare bed and made him comfortable for the night.

Sorry for the long delay guys - here is the next chapter from the little bro: We lay there in a pile on the bed for a while as I slowly come down from the sex high of taking my brother’s load for the first time. I’m covered in cum and we’re all sweaty. I notice Marc stand up and my brother and I lock eyes for a few seconds before he slowly pulls his raw dick from my ass. I feel empty but very fulfilled…purely happy. Marc is dressed and Ryan throws on his shorts to walk out with his friend. I just lay there running my hands in the cum on my abs. Ryan walks back into his bedroom and sits on the bed. I sit up and look at him. We suddenly burst out in laughter. Both of us falling back on the bed, laughing so hard. Giggling. Smiling ear to ear. I look at Ryan, “so that was fun!” Ryan – fuck yeah bro, I mean. Damn. I guess we don’t need to keep secrets from each other anymore! I nod. Smiling. “Do you hook up with Marc a lot?” Ryan – Now and then. We met at a party a few months ago and he travels a lot for work. So he happens to be here now. Me – Nice bro. Wish I had been at that party! I sit up, looking at my brother’s hot chest and abs, his cock still semi hard in his loose shorts. Me – Why did he have to run so quickly? He always run after he cums? I was hoping he would have another go. Ryan – Awe, bro. You fucking slut. Did you want his load too? I grin, nodding. Ryan – Fuck Braden, you really are a slut. You would have let him cum in your ass just like that? Some guy you don’t know? Me – Do you have a problem with that, bro? Ryan – Fuck no. I thought you were hot as fuck taking his cock. I really want to see you get fucked again! Me – I bet you do – I saw how you looked at me when he started fucking me. Do you let random guys you don’t know fuck you bareback, Ryan? Ryan laughs a bit, “It is fun, isn’t it Braden?” I just nod. “It’s actually one of my favorite things…makes me so fucking horny!” Ryan – Good. That’s really good. I wanna see just what kind of wild gay slut you are, bro! Let me own your ass, bro! Me – Fuck yeah bro. I’ll do anything you want so long as I can get your cock inside me again! Ryan – Damn Braden. I’ve wanted to fuck your tight smooth swimmer ass for so long! Years I’ve been lusting after you…too bad I didn’t get to pop your cherry! But I’ll make up for it, I promise. Just two rules, OK? Me – What are they? Ryan – Always and only take a dick bareback, OK? No condoms. Me – duh! What’s the other rule? Ryan – You take any cock I tell you to. When you’re out on your own, you can do whatever you want. But when we’re playing together, if I tell you to let someone fuck your ass or mouth, you do it. Deal? I look right into my brother’s eyes, a little bit hard to believe just how wild and kinky I think he is now! I slowly nod. Me – Deal. I promise, Ryan. Ryan leans over and kisses me on the lips. I kiss him and open my mouth, responding to his body. Kissing harder. His hands running over my body. Ryan slowly breaks the kiss and let’s out a big sigh. Ryan – Fucking hell bro, you are so hot! No wonder you’ve had a lot of experience already! So there is a party tonight. Marc was telling me about it. You up for going? Me – Fuck yeah bro! Is it…um… Ryan – Gay? Oh yeah, very gay. I’ll get to see you having some fun, too. Long as you remember our deal. I intently look at Ryan. Grinning and nodding. Ryan – Go get dressed. Don’t bother showering. Put on something really sexy. I kiss my brother again. Then eagerly get up and walk into my room, naked. I have no idea what to expect but if what we just did is any indication, I’m sure it is going to be wild. My brother walks into my room and tosses something onto the bed… Ryan – Wear whatever you want, but start this this. Be quick, bro. We should leave soon! I pick up a black and yellow mesh jock strap from Breedwell and matching harness and collar. I smirk to myself, wondering what my brother really has planned for tonight. I’m sure he was planning to go to this party. I wonder if he’s been before? I know my big bro is a total slut now, but I really didn’t think he was as wild as I am. As I put on the jock, collar and harness, they all fit perfectly. I slip on a pair of skintight jean shorts and a crop top mesh shirt. I walk over to my brother’s room and stand in the doorway. I look at him up and down, wearing tight ripped up jeans and a tight tank top. I lick my lips as he runs his finger down my chest and grabs my shorts, pulling me hard and pressing our bulges together. He kisses me again and I nearly melt. I’m so fucking excited for what is to come!

Not everyone. Men who visit me when I host run considerable risk by starting a conversation before we get underway. I find a brain so much more stimulating than a cock that I can completely forget the fact that I’m naked and carry on talking for ages. In your case, communication seems to be the central issue. Looking back across your posts, the common thread is that you’re operating on a lack of solid information about what this guy thinks, and you’re filling in those blanks with guesses. The potential problem, as seen by a dispassionate outside observer, is that your guesses appear extremely subject to bias toward what you want to be true rather than objective. That is, you seem to take each observation that you tell us about and interpret it a certain way, but to a casual observer, your interpretation is not the only one possible and may not even be the most likely. The interactions you describe, however are clearly of a kind in which non-verbal cues play an important role, cues which, if an objective observer could see them, would completely change the counsel offered to you. We can’t see them. For that reason, BZ or any other internet forum will only be as useful to you as the quantity and quality (objectivity) of the information you share. Please bear that in mind. Your mileage may vary, etc.

Oh yes he was most definitely asleep. After a few glasses of wine he is out for the count. Over the summer I was fucked several times by his husband with him right there in the same bed snoring away. In fact he sleeps so soundly his husband fucks him without the guy waking up. He wakes up with a greasy cummy butthole. I’ve witnessed it. He’s fine with it by the way. No homos were harmed.

You’re making the assumption that the majority of people are critical thinkers who employ reason. Any given news cycle will supply an overabundance of evidence that the majority absolutely do not.

There is, potentially, a rationale that a man who does not wish to become positive might entertain in his mind for not using PrEP, and that is the fact that PrEP is not harmless. Some individuals may find the side effects not tolerable, and even if the short-term side effects pose no difficulty, long-term, consistent use of the medication in the way required to maintain an effective barrier to infection can potentially have adverse consequences for kidney, liver and some cardiovascular function, particularly if there are other complicating factors like smoking and obesity. I can see a man weighing the relative risk in his mind, given the frequency of his personal sexual activity, between a risk of slowly systematically essentially ‘poisoning’ himself with a harsh medication and rolling the dice on the chance of catching the virus, given its real-world probability of transmission. I can see a guy running the numbers and making a personal decision about his own risk. Which, in the end, is what every one of us does - only some do so on the basis of reality and some do so on the basis of fantasy and hype. Kimberley is apparently asking what reasons men base their decision to stop PrEP on other than simply wanting to be positive. I understand the question a little better, but from reading these boards for the last four years I’m still pretty convinced that just about any answer that would pop up would beg a response just like the first one I gave. Because it’s too hard for me to get PrEP/can’t afford it/doctor won’t prescribe it/my parents would find out Yeah. And all that’s going to be so much easier when it’s ART instead, right? Logical fail, especially when there are solutions to all these sorts of issues. Because I can just take PEP/TasP instead Get an education. TasP (Treatment as Prevention) is when you’ve already got HIV and are taking your ART to protect others. PEP (Post-Exposure Prophylaxis) is approached by the medical community as an emergency intervention. It has to be administered within 72 hours of exposure and then you have to take it for 28 consecutive days or it may be ineffective. The medical standard is that it’s for incidental, isolated emergency use, not a pattern of risky behavior - your insurance might cover it the first time, but good luck after that. It ain’t cheap. I just take it when I need it Then it’s not going to be in your body holding off the virus when you need it. You have to take it regularly, not sometimes. You can’t skip around and expect it to work. It’s not a condom in pill form. I don’t like taking medicine/don’t trust doctors Your choice doesn’t make sense then, because, sooner or later, you stand a significant chance of spending a lot of time in a hospital and then taking pills every day from then on. If I’m going to get it, I’m going to get it - there’s no arguing with Fate. I may as well fuck without worrying about something I can’t change Oh, a fatalist, are we? So the King, standing on the battlements of the castle with his soldiers, sees the barbarian horde surging across the plain. “Sire!” says his Captain of Guard, “They bring battle. We must close the castle gate and secure the surround!” “Nay,” says the King, “the Fates have spun the cloth of each of our lives already; if it is fated we should die by heathen spear, then die we shall. Why die in futile effort closing gates? Come, let us go in and enjoy our feast.” The Captain of Guard hears the King, looks again at the bristling line of spears, says, “Fuck that,” and tips the King over the wall. He shouts to his men below. “Close the Goddamn gate, and be quick about it!” Because only an idiot leaves the gate open for the fucking barbarians. My Alpha/Dom/Master/Sir/Owner won’t let me Okay, brother, let’s get really real here. I know what you’re saying, because a man owned my physical body for six years and did what he liked, right down to running needles through my nuts, so I get submission. And you and I both know, deep down, that that guy doesn’t actually have the right to decide that. It doesn’t matter what you agreed to, doesn’t matter what your “contract” is, he doesn’t ever get to decide to put your life at risk. Play is play. Don’t get it twisted. And I’m saying that as someone for whom it’s gotten pretty fucking twisted. There may be more “reasons” like these why non-chasers might rationalize giving up taking advantage of the miracle of modern science that has liberated us from the Dark Years when an HIV diagnosis was a death sentence and blithely live and fuck as though AIDS is something “nobody dies from anymore” (try telling that to Africa). But I absolutely defy anyone to produce a credible reason that doesn’t require him to put his life on the line to make that decision, and any reason that doesn’t give death its due cannot call itself a product of reason.

** While this story may sound realistic, I assure the reader that it is fiction. ** As regular readers know, I am a total slut who loves to get a room in a seedy motel and take anonymous loads from strangers. Of course, COVID put a major crimp in that fetish, but I've been able to resume somewhat, having had four encounters since the beginning of May. This is the story of my most recent. To help release some of the pent-up slut energy I've been nursing since March 2020, I decided that rather than just an afternoon, like I normally do, I would take an entire day off and spend it taking random loads. On the appointed day, I headed out of the house but instead of driving to the office, I drove to a cheap motel on the outskirts of town, near the highway. I always find that a motel with easy access from a highway exit helps increase my success. I arrived at the motel a little after 7:30 am, and while the desk clerk gave me an odd look when I asked for a room, he was happy to take my money. Key card secured, I headed for the room. I have used this motel a few times before. While it's convenient to the highway, one of the drawbacks is that it's a chain motel and therefore is 'family oriented' - short for there's no porn on the TV. Porn and poppers are a fun way to spend the time in between visitors. Still, I like it because it's relatively clean, and more importantly, the room doors all open to the outside so no one has to walk through a lobby. For a few days before I had been posting on sites like Doublelist and BBRT announcing that I would be available, so I had a ready group of guys to whom I could send the room number while I prepped. I went into the bathroom and douched. I had not eaten at all the previous day so I would stay nice and clean. Properly prepared, I taped the door latch in the open position, switched off the main light so only a faint glow came from the bathroom, and got on the bed. Laying on my stomach, I perused the apps. I updated Grindr and Sniffies to indicate that I was available, and checked my burner email account. As I had hoped, the pings began, and in short order I had sent the room number to even more men. I figured it was only a matter of time before the first guy walked in, so I grabbed my blindfold and positioned it over my forehead, ready to be pulled down at a moment's notice. I was glad I had - in less than a minute the door opened and in came the first of what I hoped would be many today! I pulled down the blindfold and got up on all fours with my ass pointed at the foot of the bed, but he pushed me back onto my stomach. I hit my brown bottle as I heard him undress, then the click of the lube bottle cap. In no time he was on top of me, his hard cock sliding into me like a heat-seeking missile. I could smell his aftershave and was sure this was someone dumping his load on his way to work. As I felt his cock spasm in my hole, the door opened and someone else walked in. The first guy quickly departed as I felt a set of hands caressing my ass - then another. Two tops! One positioned himself on the bed, directing my mouth to his cock. It was thick but not long, so while at first I had trouble wrapping my mouth around it, I was unable to deep throat him. Still, he tasted clean with just a slight hint of salt. While this was going on, the other pulled me up onto my hands and knees and explored my freshly creamed hole first with his fingers, then his tongue. It was at this point that the door opened again and I heard a voice. "Sorry we're late," he said. "Traffic." "Shhhhhh," the guy working my hole responded. From that point, no one said a word. 'We're late,' the newcomer had said. How many had come in? It took at least two to make 'we'. Could it have been more? It was still early in the day, and already I was on my way to breaking my previous record - a paltry nine loads in four hours. Soon the tongue and fingers were replaced by a cock. He slid into me easily but filled me completely. My walls stretched around him as he began pumping in and out. Soon I heard him gasp as his cock danced in my hole, giving me my second load of the day. The guy in my mouth hopped off the bed and took his place. No one replaced him in my mouth. In less than a minute he grabbed my hips and held still as he pumped load number three into my guts. Spent, he slid out and brought his now-flaccid cock around to my mouth. I greedily sucked the cum and ass juices off. It tasted amazing, sweet and creamy. More pressure on my hole told me one of the new arrivals was about to take his turn. He felt huge as my hole opened up to let him in, but he slid in effortlessly. He began taking long, slow strokes as someone else climbed onto the bed to feed me his cock. Then I felt the bed move again as someone got on it from the other side. There were at least three! In no time, I was alternately sucking the two cocks offered to me while the third continued to slide in and out of my hole. I was in heaven! The brown bottle made regular trips to my nose as I serviced these three men. At last the first one quickened his pace, and I felt him release a gush of cum deep inside me. The other two got off the bed and to my surprise, began alternately slamming their cocks into my well used hole! They took turns, each one slamming home before withdrawing to give the other access. They were both as well-hung as the previous guy, and they were hitting my prostate in such a way that I wasn't sure how long I could take the assault. The precum streamed from my cock as they massaged my prostate over and over. Just when I thought I might have to tap out, one grabbed my hips and power-fucked his load into me. He withdrew and fed me his cock so I could taste the cum on it. I savored it as the third took his place behind me and rammed home. In a few short strokes, he was giving me his load. Like his friend, he too fed me his cock to clean off. I had no idea what time it was, but I had no doubt that an hour had not yet elapsed and here I was with six loads in me already! I felt a little woozy from all the pounding (and the poppers), and shifted forward so I could again lay on my stomach as the three guys went out the door. I needed a short rest and to check my phone before the next guy showed up. "Not so fast," another voice said. Wait, had a fourth top arrived with the other three, or had someone else come in while they were fucking me? I had no idea and anyway, it didn't matter. I was there to service all comers. I resumed my position on my hands and knees, waiting to take yet another cock on my way to breaking my record. "You're gonna feel this," he whispered, and I again felt pressure on my hole. I heard the click of the lube cap and the cool drizzle of the liquid as it oozed down my crack and onto the head of his cock. He was MASSIVE. I had never had a cock this big inside me before, I could tell. I reached back to feel him and felt as though I was grabbing someone's forearm. Was he going to fist me? But no, I felt both his hands on my hips as this gigantic cock penetrated me, stretching my hole and rectum to dimensions they had never been stretched before. It hurt with a burning, searing pain but I was determined to take that cock. I took mighty huffs from my brown bottle, gritted my teeth, and thrust back to meet him. I felt a burning pain as my poor asshole struggled to accommodate such a huge piece of man meat. I kept hitting the brown bottle to loosen myself up. Thankfully he was gentle, easing out and then slowly sliding back in as I got accustomed to his size. Gradually I did loosen up, and he began to go faster. My mind's eye pictured the gape I would have when this stranger was done with me as his pace picked up more and he plowed me relentlessly. At last he let out a low, animal moan as he unleashed his cum deeper than any man before. He pushed me forward and I lay on my stomach on the bed, his giant cock still embedded in my ass. He lay on top of me with his mouth close to my ear. "The last six guys who fucked you," he said, "were all poz. None of us is on meds. Hope you enjoyed it." I froze. My vision went blurry and I was unable to hear anything. I rarely if ever ask a guy's status before he fucks me bareback. I accept the risk that some of the guys who fuck me might be poz, but I had never envisioned this kind of scenario. Six well-hung poz tops using me in quick succession. If the first five hadn't torn me open, the last sure as hell had. Surely it had to take. I was knocked up. By the time I regained my senses, the last guy was out the door and I heard a car - presumably theirs - driving away. I lay there on the bed trying to digest what had happened, and what the implications might be. After a few minutes the door opened, and another top guy walked in. As though on autopilot, I got back up on my hands and knees as he undressed. I felt a finger slide inside me, then two. "Wow," he whispered. "That's some gape." Then his fingers were in my mouth, feeding me the cum out of my ass - the mostly poz cum. Six out of seven guys, that's what, about 85 percent? But I surprised myself. I sucked greedily on his fingers, cleaning off every bit of that cum as he climbed on the bed. His already-hard cock slid into me. He steadied himself with his hands on my shoulders, and proceeded to pump my eighth load of the day into my destroyed hole. He dressed and left without another word. Now that I was past the initial shock, I found myself craving more cocks and more cum inside me. The rest of the day was just that. Men came and went, adding their loads to the poz ones brewing inside me. I didn't know anyone else's status, and I didn't care. I felt free. And of course, no one asked me my status, or if I had a toxic brew inside me before sticking their raw cock in my hole. It was my little secret. By the time I finally got dressed around 5:00 pm, it had been nine hours and I had been fucked by 23 men, a new personal best. I went home, plugged my hole, then showered and took a well-deserved nap.

Today in a local park I got to dumb a 5 day load in a cute twink. Getting hard just thinking about that smooth hole and watching it dripping out.

I think people who are inclined to think badly of gay people and HIV positive people are going to think those thoughts regardless. I think sensible people will recognize that it's highly unlikely that HIV and SARS-CoV-2 are somehow mutating one another. The obvious reasoning - that HIV+ people who lack access to treatment or who don't receive regular treatment are much more likely to have a compromised immune system, and thus be subject to a coronavirus as well - should suffice for the non-bigots. For the rest, who are determined to think badly of us anyway, they're not reachable anyway.

At 12 by my father. He used to do it quite often. I knew it was bad and i was scared but i never really reacted against it.

I was trying to think of what happen and my age - think the most inspiring person was my mother / divorced - Italian - big breasts - gotten addicted having sex with black men in her bed room . Think at 10 yrs old - I was peeking into her bedroom window - nothing but raw sex - words - she was aggressive . I must of been 11 or 12 yrs. old - short cut through the woods to home - came upon 2 males ( 1 Black & hung and 2nd was white - fem - painted nails ) having sex - I was staring and they noticed - waved me closer . Soon we were chatting and next I was being given instructions sucking a black hung dick . I was seeing what it was all about my mom - feeling sucking 1 . Then the fem boy chatting / instructing me started taking off my pants - squeezing - licking - sucking me - then it happen - he rubbing my hole - sticking his small finger up inside my hole - telling me hang in there - saying I will enjoy it soon ! Then the Hung Back man gushed / exploded his cum load in my mouth - told me not to spit it out - hold it - then the white fem boy grabbed my head and started kissing me - his tongue in my mouth .Soon after the session - I learned how to lick a ass hole - the fem style . Soon it was becoming dark - I learned of what my mother enjoyed and I was told we should be friends - they needed someone cut there grass - I could make some money ! I did so - soon - I went to their house -cutting grass but I was learning and being transformed into a girly boy with them - butt plugs - trimming - shaving - watching videos - smoking - wearing panties - finally becoming a expert sucking dicks - cum loads . This happen to me about 12 and still watching my mother having sex - wishing I was with her !

Last week went for a walk about midnight in Palm Springs. There is a bridge over the wash famous for cruising. Sure enough there was a guy loitering about and as soon as I got closer he leaned over the railing. Thirty seconds later I was balls deep in his hole. No condom, no talking. Rutted and nutted and went on my merry way.

Part 8 Fucked, fisted and left bleeding... My legs ache as does my hole and yet I feel the need for more and as if reading my mind Martin asks, Does your pussy feel empty?” and I quickly respond, “Yes it needs to be filled, I can’t stand the empty feeling! I need it filled. I need more cum!” Martin then starts to tease my ass with his fingers, inserting one, then two, before I knew it he had four scratching fingers in my ass stretching my hole. He starts sliding all his fingers and a thumb into my ass. I instantly lost that empty feeling, now feeling very full but wanting more, my ass was fucking hungry to be filled wide and deep! I push back to meet his fist with full acceptance and my ass ring willingly opens fully sucking his thick fist in, in one go. Martin notices saying, “Fuck bossman! Your cunt is sucking my fist right in!” Martin pushes in to the wrist and all I can do is make primal moans of pleasure as I start to uncontrollably try my best to ride his fist. God knows what damage is being done as he punches in deeper but each time he pulls out of my ass I whimper like a baby and each time he pushes his fist back in I’m moaning in pleasure like the cumdump whore I’ve turned in to. “More?” asks Martin “Yeah, more!” I enthusiastically shake my head up and down. With that for an answer Martin is pushing his fist the deepest into my now gaping hole. “Pushing that dirty load in as deep as possible making sure it will never come out, making sure Aaron’s med resistant strain gets you first, although by the end of the night you’ll get every strain possible dumped into this worthless hole!” He then fully withdraws, pulling his arm up to my face showing me the cum and streaks of both shit and blood, “Here smell and taste yourself Pig!” as he wipes it off across my nose and mouth, I inhale the tangy aromas that immediately makes my hard cock twitch and drool more pre-cum. I watch goggle eyed as Aaron takes one of the large butt plugs off the shelf passes it to Martin who unceremoniously shoves it up my cum oozing gaping ass. “Now lay there quietly while we answer the ads advertising your Neg hole for a Pozzing fiesta here and at Sailors Sauna Club tonight.” In the excitement I’d missed the pinging text responses but Martin had control of my mobile and was answering message after message, telling me, “I’m giving the address and, ”the door will be open, follow the chain rattling sound of the sling. Before our guests arrive, you’ll get one more load from both of us and then we’ll leave you to the dogs.” The but plug is pulled out and a small drip of cum that was escaping my hole is roughly forced back in. Martin blows on my hole which in turn puckers and winks at him. His beer can thick blunt cock advances slowly, I squeeze as best I can on the invading shaft to feel every vein held in his velvety skin as he pushes forwards stretching my sphincter around his massive girth, until his balls came to rest on my ass. I opened my eyes and looked up into his, they sparkled wickedly as he pulls out slowly from my sore hole again….my stretched and battered ring still struggles to cling to his shaft as he withdrew, the tugging sending waves of tingling pleasure through me making my eyes roll back as my hole spreads wide around his cockhead. ‘Your sloppy hole feels so good wrapped around my cock. I’m gonna make sure we well and truly knock you up before the other guys come over and use your hole.” His eyes pierce mine, he nods slightly closes his eyes and slams into my ass. His cock punches into my hole over and over again, hammering away at my guts and I cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain with each penetrating thrust. “Fuck me harder. It hurts so good, do it…Poz my hole” “Demanding bossman aren’t you?” I cannot reply as I try to keep up with his animalistic fucking as my hole begins to make wet sloppy sounds as he batters it loose. He grunts with each stroke as he continues to wreck my hole, sweat spring up all over my body and drips from his. his breathing short and ragged. I watch enthralled as his muscles dance on his torso and his arms flex as he forces his cock forward on each in stroke, his arms twitch with the effort on withdrawal with each powerful jackhammer like thrust. I know that my hole is totally being destroyed and never going to be tight again. I don’t care; it feels good punishment for what I have done. I have found a place of peace and contentment, doing what I was meant to do all along: taking any man’s cock up my ass raw whether it be clean or diseased it does not matter to me now. All that matters is the load. All too soon his rhythm changes from the hole destroying jackhammer to random quick thrusts in every direction as he ravishes my hole and I realise he is getting close. “YES! Give me that charged load!” I howl nearly out of my mind from the fucking. “OK Bossman let me hear you beg for me TO…POZ…YOUR…HOLE,” commanded Martin as he kicked into a higher gear completely pulling out, before slamming back inside. “BEG…SLUT!...TELL…ME…TO…POZ…YOUR…NEG…CUNT!” He demands punctuating each and every word with a powerful thrust back inside my ragdoll like body pinned beneath him. I can feel his sweaty balls crushed up against my ass drawing up tight as they fire off their toxic death seed. Letting out a sound like the roar of a lion he slams into me and held his pulsing cock deep inside as his load empties into my ripped-up guts. I feel a sense of euphoria wash over me. Job done. “Yes, yes, yes POZ my neg pussy!!!!” I squeal in my slippery piss and sweat drenched euphoric state, I’m so turned on that I feel the last of my Neg cum boiling in my balls and then blast a huge load in two, three, four and now five powerful spurts, pumping so much cum out that they feel as if they are going to turn inside out. It takes so much energy ejecting benign sperm to make room for the dangerous stuff that I slump back into the sling totally exhausted, a fog swirls in my mind and all I want to do is sleep. As I come to Aaron is taking legs back and has lined his cock up at my fuly exposed opening. As he shoves his thick nine inch cock in deep with a single thrust he announces to the gathered in the room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.” Where did these guys come from? Yet before I think about them I yelp as Aaron’s cock punches my hole as deep as before and although his girth does not really hurt, only stinging slightly as the freshly deposited cum froths’ around his balls and drips on to mine. Despite the sting I cannot believe how good it feels to have another cock inside my incredibly hungry hole. Aaron groans in pleasure as his thick nine-inches drives into my spooge lubed hot chute as his balls slap repeatedly against my ass cheeks and I love the feeling and sound of them smacking me hard. “Yo folks we’ve got a bleeder here come look at all the pink froth." The looking directly at me says, “You're bleeding a bit, bossman, but that's OK it'll just add more lube."” Aaron announces, before demanding “Someone pinch my nips, I need to blow.” I see several men gather round hands roam over Aaron’s muscled body and I feel a hand at my hole I guess wrapping fingers around his dick adding pressure to help his quest to cum. And then I hear growled loudly “FUCK BITCH! YOU WANT THIS POZ LOAD DON’T YOU?” As Aaron switches from rapid pummeling to forceful long-dicking making sure I feel every inch of his fuck-tool as he slams back inside his newly corrupted cumdump. He gazes deeply into my eyes, “Remember this moment forever cumslut.” The chains jangle above the slap of skin on skin and the grunts of horny men filled the room until splats of cum cover me pushing Aaron over the edge as he droves in hard and grabs my legs tightly. His cock pulses and throbs spewing his venomous Poz cum into my cunt and amid cheers and chants of "Poz the cunt" simply says, "Job done" then slumps forwards covering me in his exhausted sweaty body. I am completely fucked both actual and metaphorically, "I can't take any more" is all I can utter as I am unshackled from the sling and in a blur carried into a bedroom to be left to the dogs...

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

l realize that not many faggots have been as lucky as me in being trained by an uncle or actually getting to suck your biological fathers cock, or the holy grail of getting fucked and bred by him. but I do know that most sub cumdumps like me have sucked off brothers, uncles, and cousins and getting fucked by them. so I wanna know how many of you fucksluts have sucked off your uncle or cousin or brothers and taken their loads down your throat? how many of you has gotten down on their hands and knees and been fucked up the ass bareback and cum inside by your brother, uncle or cousin like I have? once or twice or regularly? my total is 8 relatives who have blown their load into my throat. most of those have blown their load in my ass including over a thousand loads from the uncle who trained me to be a shameless pussyboy cumdumpster, take loads in public, be a bathhouse cumhole, get whored out and most importantly, always be willing to take anyones load.

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

I'm curious for those people that making the decision to stop with prep and just let it happend or actually go chasing to be pozzed? i know there a lot of guys who are getting horny about being pozzed up, but besides that, are there any other reasons? maybe because it don't make any difference swallowing prep each day or swallowing HIV meds because you're poz? im curious about those thoughts other than just i like to be poz

Great story! First time I ever took BBC I was in one of the worst areas of Wash. DC at a bookstore (adult). I didn’t realize where I was as I was passing through and horned. Everybody in there was African-American to my naive surprise. Anyway, there was a dark room with a sort of maze to it, barely any lights. I Walked back and soon discovered I was the only white guy. My ass being grabbed and felt in the dark. I found a bench and sat down, then one guy approached me with his cock out and pushed it into my face…so naturally I blew him and things went up from there. I counted 4 BBCs in my ass, maybe some were repeats, some made me perform ass to mouth…all in the dark. Not every guy in there had me that night, but the ones who did bred me anonymously and made me feel it. To this day, 18 years later, I get a thrill from BBC like no other. My guard goes down the moment I meet a date. Such a thrill.

Im about to get an inverted one with the catheter.

Denver you always come up with good ones! Keep postig them.

Never say ‘no’ - take as much as you can get!

My favourite type? Horny, sleazy raw tops! 💦😈☣️

A few weeks ago, I was parked and edging at a rest stop, hoping to get lucky when a dominant top I've played with before walked from his car into the woods. I quickly pulled up my shorts and followed, my boner obvious to anyone who looked at me. I arrived at what I call the "fuck tree" and dom top quickly took charge, shoving his tongue into my mouth, and pulling up my tank top to start roughly working my nipples - he knows exactly how to get me fired up and begging for cock. I was soon on my knees with his thick 7 inches in my mouth, sucking like there was no tomorrow. He grabbed by head and started forcing his cock deep into my throat, chuckling as I gagged and slimed over him. He pulled out, grabbed my nipples and pulled me to my feet, pushing me back against the fuck tree. He dropped to his knees but ignored my cock, wiped my throat slime off his cock and using it to lube his fingers as he shoved them into my asshole. Every time we play he jams 2-3 fingers into my hole and starts jackhammering my prostate, turning me into a quivering mess until my cock spontaneously erupts into his hand and he smears that load on my face as a badge of shame. I was just starting to feel my load build when I opened my eyes and saw another man in front of me, an older gentleman I had played with on a regular basis a few years ago before losing touch. Older guy pulled out his thick 8 inch cock and I bent at the waist, letting the dom guy abuse and stretch my hole while I throated those gorgeous 8 inches. I was in bottom slut heaven when the two tops switched positions, dom guy grabbed my head and started face-fucking me, older guy started jacking off behind me and teasing me with his cock, taking a break from stroking to rub that cock up and down my asscrack and roughly pinch my nipples. A few hits of poppers and my head was flying, consumed with nothing but thoughts of animalistic sex. The nipple play and slow thrusts up my asscrack were driving me nuts but my attention was focused on the cock in my throat. Suddenly I felt the sudden stab of a thick cock invade my ass, burying itself ballsdeep in one thrust. I tried to scream but dom guys hands held my head firmly, and kept his cock buried deep in my throat. Together they started spitroasting me until I felt a pair of hands grip my hips and a hoarse shout telling me to "take that hot cum boy!". They pulled both cocks out and I slumped against the fuck tree. Older guy walked off but dom guy moved closer, kicked my legs apart, and jammed 3 fingers into my stretched ass - "we're not even close to finished yet" he said with an evil grin.

I'm a closeted married guy in my 60's. I've always known I was bi, but only started having sex with men in my 40's. I've always enjoyed being penetrated and have never enjoyed wearing condoms so naturally gravitated to bottoming - but always with condoms, which I enjoyed for many years. Then I fell into an on-off relationship with a gay escort and for reasons I don't understand even now started to crave raw sex with him. Perhaps it was just the desire for real intimacy with him, and the wish to maximise his pleasure so he'd keep coming back for more. Eventually the moment came when he was rubbing his raw cock against my hole an I just said to him 'please do it'. He slipped into me and so, for the first time I experienced the bliss of raw sex That time he pulled out before he came in me, a but next time I asked him to cum inside me and he did. The feeling of his load slowly leaking out of me later was indescribable. After that we fucked raw frequently until he stopped escorting and moved away. After that, and with the arrival of prep I started to realise that I wanted to fuck raw as well as get fucked. And had my first raw topping experience only last week, with a slim young philipino lad. Cant wait to do it again,. Am now completely hooked and don't care what happens to me. Think I'm on a slippery slope and cant wait to accelerate down it.

My first bookstore experience was in Key West when I was in my mid twenties. It was right on Duval, like being on Main Street for those of you have not been there. I can’t even remember if I sucked the guys dick 😞. After I came he asked me to piss down his throat. That was a surprise for a newbie. Took me a minute but I managed it. The ABS moved soon after that. The new location was nice and had some fun there. But the last time I was there it was dead and smelled terrible. Plus the clerk was a total asshole. Yelled at me to put money in the machines even though there was no one for me to cruise. I am not cheap. Let me find a dick to suck or back into and I’ll feed bucks into the machine all fucking day. I believe in spending money at these places to keep them going.

OMG! I have cum so many times reading this hot story , that my balls hurt. I need to get spun and used soo bad. I can hardly wait for the next installment! More please Sir! I need it !

Yeah, love width (double ffist is true ffistpig heaven) and depth too...elbow and bicep deep 😉

Love it!

Hope to read more

WoW, minus the slam, this is hot as fuck. i hate needles, love the booty bump part. That’s my jam.

I have not had interactions with ABS clerks but have had plenty of sex with bathhouse clerks. It usually happens on slow days when they can get away with fucking a customer. I can think of at least 6. It’s good business to keep your customers happy and coming back.

Pre-COVID I attended at least a couple of major conventions in Las Vegas every year. I made sure to book into a hotel on the Strip that had no elevator security or card access (yes, there are still a few in Vegas). Then I would advertise on all the gay hook up sites that I was hosting door open, walk in anon breeding sessions, usually starting around lunchtime and going till all hours of the night. Frequently I would get 12-15 guys a day stopping by to dump their loads. Everyone from married dads sneaking out on their wives to hotel staff to locals and of course, tourists. There is just nothing like being ass up, all fours in a darkened room, hearing that door latch slip, then the rustle of clothes coming off, then the feeling of a cock presented to your mouth, a tongue on your hole or a cock sliding in on top of the last guys load. Total stranger, rutting in your cunt and marking you with his DNA. My first convention trip back to Vegas since COVID is scheduled for this coming January and I've already booked my room. Can hardly wait.

Chapter V I was breathing a bit heavy having just did a marathon run from the showers to my hotter than fuck host's room. Still dripping wet and totally naked I stood in their room. I glanced around taking it all in when one of them picked me fully up off the floor at my waist and pulled me into a deep tongue kiss my mouth readily opened for. His tongue speared beyond my tonsils as he wrapped one massive arm around my back and firmly took the back of my head with the other hand pushing his tongue deeper. I couldn't breathe and began to choke a bit. He pulled his tongue slowly from my mouth, exploring and darting as it left. He looked at me deeply with a kind of curious look for a moment as he set me down and asked me if I was ready. I said I was. Now standing on wobbly legs, he gave me a devil like grin and said, "We're about to find out". "Stay where you are. You will be called 'prey' from now on. You will call me 'Hunter 2 and him Hunter 1'". You will do as you are told. You will be totally fucked up, tied up, leathered up, gagged and blindfolded. We have already began this session and it ends only when we tell you it ends. You agreed to this by coming back in time. What is your name?" " Prey", I responded. He seemed ok with that as he walked back to me with some items in his hands. He set them down on the edge of the bed and table next to it. " This is a bottle of water. Drink it after I have finished speaking. This is a harness that I am placing on you now. Step into the jock as I fit it to you. Relax your right arm? as I place this band in your upper arm. Do not resist as Hunter 1 places restraints on your ankles and wrists. Bend forward and remain still as I write 'fuck me' on your ass cheeks. Stand up. After you drink the water, you will drink the contents of this cup. It has a mixture of ghb and Gatorade. You will then walk to the work bench and lay face down. Your dick and balls are to hang down at the end of the bench." As Hunter 1 spoke and moved about along with Hunter 2, I began to feel mixed emotions. Truth be told. I had never been in a three-way or more. Never done drugs like this. A lot of new yet scary yet exciting things had and would be happening. And these two men were way bigger than I - in every way. I talked myself into the fact that I was in a public place. Mark the attendant wasn't far. I would be ok. I began to lay on my stomach when I heard Hunter 1 say, "oh fuck yeah - damn, look at that fuckin ass!. There you go prey, lay down, grip the bars on either side of your head and pull your legs up some bending at the knees.". Hunter 2 began attaching the restraints then said, "lift your head up and face forward" as he placed a pillow like object under my chin holding my head up. Hunter 1 moved to my right side and placed a strap over my back and around the bench. I could now not make any attempt run and my dick, balls, and hole were totally accessible. "That's some hot prey right there", Hunter 2 said as he stood up and they lifted me and the bench so my head faced the porn playing on the monitor and my butt faced towards what looked like another door. The porn had 2 leather dudes pounding the fuck out of a guy in a sling. The guy getting fucked was begging them to fuck him and breed him. I began to imagine the guy was me as the drugs from earlier and the g began to work me over a bit. My dick began to get hard again and my hole again wanting to be touched, tongued, fingered, fucked, anything that would help satisfy the growing itch. I began to look around the room as much as I could being I couldnt move my head. In the mirror I could see the reflection of Hunter 1 who lay back on the bed stroking his now hard dick. He began to slap his hand with it every couple of minutes. Hunter 2 was out of sight but I could hear him moving about in the room. He then said, "Prey, answer. What chems have you done and how? ". I responded I had recently tried t by snorting t and had a booty bump earlier. I was feeling a bit spacey I guess you would call it. Hornier, too. And warm - very warm. I hadn't realized that I had started to gyrate my hips a little when Hunter 1 said, "you feeling that g a little now aren't u prey? Got you all feeling warm and fuzzy, right?". I answered yes, while training my eyes on what seemed to be an even bigger, thicker dick he was stroking. He stared at me. I felt like I was just that. Prey. I also grew in my increasing wanting - no, need for dick - down my throat and up my hole. My good sense side of the brain chimed in just then reminding me that I may be a bit in over my head. Never been fucked by dicks the size of theirs. Never been tied up. A lot of never before's went thru my head. The deviant side shouted that I could take their dicks - and more! I was gonna love it all. "Prey. Answer. Do you know of slamming?" asked Hunter 2. I said I had been told some about it by Mark, the attendant. He said it 2as a great sex drug and if I liked doing booty bumps, I was going to love slamming. And I very much liked the booty bump and how it made me feel. Hunter 2's hand suddenly came down onto my left butt cheek and he grabbed a good chunk of my ass and kneaded it. My body jumped at the sting and warmness the slap created. I then felt a wetness at my hole as my ass cheek was held to expose my hole more. A finger went up my hole and directly to my prostate. I groaned and I could feel my dick grow. The finger was pulled totally out and immediately replaced by two. Again punching my prostate and causing me to whimper a bit and my dick to jump harder. Both fingers were pulled out again, stopping just at the entrance to my hole for a moment. Hunter 2 then first tapped with his fingers on my hole. The tapping grew more intense with each stroke. It almost was at a level of slapping. My hole was now sensitive like never before. There was a pause, then the fingers were stuck up into me passing my prostate completely. The burning I had felt before with the booty bump told me that t was being put up my hole. The fingers pushed and pulled, pushing deeper each time. My body started to again sweat. I felt renewed and wanted to scream out "fuck me!". My mouth didn't need to say a word. Hunter 2 could feel my desire as my hole begged his fingers to never leave. Hunter 2 then said as he continued to finger fuck my hole, "damn Terry, this hole needs to be fed - hungry isn't even close!!". Hunter 1 replied, "Work another chard while I set him up. He's gonna need to be way up - gotta be for the dick he's gonna take!" Hunter 2 then slapped my right cheek and went through all the same motions he had just done with the first chard. My hole was on fire and I tried to meet each thrust of his fingers. My dick was now bouncing below me against the bottom of the bench. "Let's finger tag his hole for a bit", said Hunter 1 as he came off the bed, his dick literally throbbing and leaking strands of precum. Hunter 2 pulled his fingers from my hole quickly, and Hunter 1 was just as quick to shove two of his fingers right to the hilt. He pulled out and Hunter 2 was faster and harder the alternated going deep with punching my prostate. I grew louder in my groans. "Fuck me, holy fuck, tape my hole!" Hunter 1 and 2 immediately pulled their fingers from my now spasming hole and stepped away. They said nothing. I felt a blindfold go over my eyes. There were some shuffling sounds around me then I felt myself being lifted up, still secured to the bench, then set back down. Things sounded a little different. I could still hear the porn playing, but now it seemed like it was coming from two places. I didn't get it. "Prey! Now feed and be fed!" said Hunter 1.

I’ll be at the paul hotel from 16th to 23rd November. Let me know if you what to drop a load, gang bang me or whore me out

i had sex with a guy in Palm Springs a few years ago, he had no legs, only about 4 inch stumps. It was great, just different. i touched him everywhere, including His stumps and it brought tears to His eyes, He really liked it and told me no-one ever touched Him there. i touch legs, especially love a Mans thighs, and that was what He had. Unfamiliar can feel strange, but it isn't strange, just unfamiliar to us. It's familiar to the person and it is their normal. Since it is their normal, i think we are more disabled than they are when interacting.

Looks like Drew to me. So fuckin hot. Love outdoor sex!

i think it's pretty hot when a top makes out with me when they have that smokey cigarette breath. reminds me of my dad's friends and uncles when they used to visit

Dad’s Pool Party Chapter Six “Wanna put one of your last negative loads up Dad’s charged hole son,” Dad asked “Fuck yeah” I replied. Jumping out the the sling, I got behind Dad. His hole was sloppy. Kneeling down, I began to lick and suck on Dad’s wet, cummy hole. I swallowed down the thick cream coming from his used fuck hole. “Stick that boy dick up my hole, JJ” Dad begged. I stood up and slide in. His hole was open and wet. I went balls deep. I grabbed his hips as another man put his cock down Dad’s throat. I pumped in and out. I felt a finger probing my hole. I slid into me as I pulled out of Dad. Not long that finger was replaced by a cock. I had no idea who was fucking me, but I was enjoying fucking Dad and getting fucked. The man behind me grabbed my hips and pushed me forward driving my cock into my Dad’s hole, then pulled me back sliding me down on his cock. I was on my tippy toes when he lifted me up and I was in between these fucking massive muscle men. As if I was a rag doll, he moved me forward, then pulled me back onto his cock hard. His thick dick was hitting the right spot in my hole. Each time I felt him slide over that spot, the harder my cock became. My rigid cock was so hard it hurt. He continued to move my now limp body, back and forth. I was in fucking boy heaven. I could hear my Dad’s sloppy ass as I pump in and then my sloppy hole as he rammed me back on his cock. I looked down and saw my cum covered cock and could only image how much cum was on his from my hole. His hot breathe was in my ear. “Fucking hot boy hole. Your Daddy and his buddies are going to turn you into a poz pig.” I moaned. “Whore you out, service who we tell you to, sell your little hole to anyone and everyone” Fuck, I hoped this wasn’t just talk. I would love to be a little whore to big muscle daddies. “Fuck that’s the plan,” Dad said. My balls couldn’t take it anymore. I felt the edge coming and I wasn’t going to be able to hold back. My cum load was building fast. “Going to fuck a negative cum load in you Dad” “On of your last negative cum load boy” The man behind me sped up his moving of my body back and forth. “Here it comes Dad” My balls tighten up next to my crotch as my piss slit opened and I spunked my Dad’s muscle ass. I moaned and yelled with pleasure. I was still being moved back and forth on the man’s cock. I could feel my cock softening after my load was deposited in my Dad’s hole with the rest of the cum he had collected. When my cock slipped out the man behind me, grabbed my legs and held them by the back of my thighs as he bounced me up and down on his thick cock. Dad as turned and I could feel his tongue licking my hole and the cock sliding in and out of it. “Let’s stretch him open good” the man said. Without another word, my Dad stood and moved in close, folding me more between them. I could feel his cock head exploring around my ass, which was stuffed with cock already. “Get me a brown bottle” Dad demand Someone handed him a bottle and he gave it to me. “Huff buddy until you can’t huff anymore, don’t stop” I did as I was told, huffing in one nostril then the other, back and forth. Dad was pushing the head of his cock next to my hole, pushing it up inside me with the other man’s thick cock. “Double fuck that hole” someone shouted. “Fucker’s pucker is going to be wrecked” “Doc Peters will fix him up,” some one else yelled. “Yeah right after he shoves his hole splitter deep inside” I felt my hole give way a little and that was all it took, my Dad’s cock head popped inside. I moaned a loud yelp as I was held tighter. “I’m in” Dad said. “Push in father Jack” the other man said “Stretch my pussy open Dad” I cried out. I was impaled on two big horny bodybuilder’s cock, I felt my pucker stretch wide, so wide I had tears in my eyes. The pain was intense, but the pleasure of two cocks in my hole was unimaginable. Dad started to move his cock in further, pushing his head along the cock already buried in my hole. I felt my cock start to jump and twitch. I felt the contractions in my taint, which caused my fuck hole to contract around the two cocks. Dad feeling my hole contracting, started to pump in and out, while the man holding me starting to move me up and down on his cock. They soon had a rhythm going. My cock ached it was so hard. My cum shot was building. “I’m going to fucking cum another neg load.” “Shoot it boy,” Dad said. “Shoot it on my massive pecs” the man said bouncing me harder up and down his cock. My piss slit opened and I shot. It shot high in the air, Most of it landed on the bodybuilder’s massive chest, but one shot so high up it hit the underneath of his chin. Dad quickly started to scoop up my cum on his finger and started feeding it to the other man. He sucked it down and swallowed it. “Nothing like some boy’s neg cum” Both men started pumping my hole faster and faster. I was in boy pig heaven. Two massive Daddy dicks up my pucker. Dad bit my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine and making my pucker tighten around their cocks. Dad moaned loudly in my eye. “Want another load of your Daddy’s toxic seed, boy? “Fuck yeah your twisted fucking pervert.” “Here it comes boy” he said grunting loudly again. “Coat my cock Jack with your cum, going to use that spawn seed to lube his hole. Dad grunted over and over as his cock shot deep in my boy hole. His cock slipped out and I was hugged tightly and moved over to a sofa that was pushed off to the side of the room. I was laid on the seats of the sofa on my back. The man spread his legs wide, lowering his cock to be even with my used hole. “My fucking hole needs a big cock in it’ my Dad yelled. I looked around the room of the debauchery happening, my cock twitched at the sight of men fucking, sucking and more. The man grabbed my ankles, holding them up and began to roughly fuck my hole. My cock and balls were bouncing with each thrust. “Gonna mix my strain with your Dad’s” he said. “Fuck me!” I pleaded. “Gonna fuck you so hard you will walk funny” He pulled his cock all the way out and rammed it back in. Over and over. I could feel the cum running down my crack and onto the sofa under me. The sounds of his body hitting mine as he rammed in, joined the echos of sounds of fucking in the room. “Get ready boy” he said. “Going to get another load in the hole, mix the strains already infecting your blood” He rammed in hard and held his cock balls deep as his cum shot out of his piss slit and coating me. He pulled out and with my legs in front of him, stepped up on the sofa and pushed forward until his cock was at my mouth, I crunched in and took the cum covered cock into my mouth, licking the mixture of different men’s load off and swallow. When he was happy that I cleaned his cock good, he grabbed my head and pulled me to my knees in front of him.

Artiste Redux The comment from the night before really bugged me. Tim wasn't my boyfriend and the only times I'd met up with him after he converted was to fuck other guys. I wasn't sure why Carlos' comment grated on me so much, other than it was so far from reality. I grabbed my phone and cruised some of the apps. One nearby guy looked familiar and once I opened his profile up I remembered him. I hadn't seen him online in a while so I sent off a message. "Long time no see. Are u gettin fucked every 2 or 3 months now? ;)" It took a couple minutes but I got a reply from the artist in the building next door "lol not that bad but close." I wondered how far the messages would go. "if ur on then u must be ready 4 ur next one." "unlike most of these guys I come on here to meet not jerk off" he replied right away. My cock twitched and started to grow. I typed back "ikr most r just window shopping. u want a repeat or u just do guys once?" "repeats r good u lookin now?" was the artist's reply. "yah, meet u at the back door again in 10?" I tapped out. His condo looked the same, not much furniture and pizza boxes littering the kitchen counter. Once in the living room, I pushed him against the wall and gave him a rough, hard kiss. My hand moved from his chest up to his neck and I wrapped my hand around it, covering his pronounced Adam's apple. I could feel the blood pumping up to his head and squeezed a little harder. His tongue tried to fight back but his arms reached around me, holding me gently. I kept up the kissing and choking for almost 5 minutes more before I let up. I backed away and walked into his living room, taking a quick glance around. There were more half finished paintings this time and even a couple completed works on the wall. I reached down and grabbed the small bong from the table and checked it out. "Mmm, freshly loaded. You're a good host" I said, reaching for the lighter. He came closer as I flicked the lighter and took a long hit. I passed it over to him and he did the same. We each took another pair of hits and the weed was spent. It was good stuff too and the rush was feeling damn fine. He reloaded it and we each took another hit before he set it back on the table. "Ready to get fucked?" I asked as I stared into his glassy eyes. He nodded and turned, stumbling slightly. I caught his shoulder and pushed him toward the wall of windows. "Strip and bend over on to the window ledge" I said and watched him immediately drop his shorts and pull his wife beater over his head. He spread his legs, bent from his waist and rested his hands on the window ledge looking out to the building across the street. By this time my sandals were off and my sweats were on the floor next to my tee. My cock was rock hard and eager to feel his chute wrapped around it again. I gave a few spits on his hole and fingered them in quickly. "All the way" he said, before adding "Wreck it good... like last time." I chuckled to myself and then shoved in until my balls slapped his own. He growled as my cock speared in deep and I felt his body shake a few moments. I waited a couple seconds before I withdrew almost completely and then slammed in again. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled out from his gritted teeth. My hips started to roll, plowing in and out. Each stroke was firm, ending with a slap as our bodies met. After a few minutes I moved my hands to his shoulders and began to pound a little harder. Looking over his shoulder I spotted a guy across the street, standing at his window and rubbing his crotch while staring back at us. When he backed away, I was a little disappointed. I always liked having an audience watch me fuck. He came back a minute later and it looked like he had some small binoculars and seemed to be naked this time. I started to pump faster until I drove in deep and ground my hips on the artist's ass. I pulled all the way out and checked out the gaping hole before ramming back in and pounding his hole some more. The guy across the street was stroking his cock furiously as he watched us fuck. Several minutes later I could feel my balls start to churn and my motions became more frantic. The guy across the street gave a few more strokes and I'm pretty sure he shot all over the window. I needed a little more time but I too was unloading my toxic load deep inside the skinny artist's guts a couple minutes later. "Breed my fuckin' hole" he yelled out as my cock pulsed deep inside him. It was a good six or seven heavy shots that painted his tortured chute with my viral cream. I looked up and our voyeur was gone. I laid down on the floor and pulled him with me. We stayed there about ten minutes chatting before he crawled over and grabbed the bong and lighter. I sat up and we finished off the bowl with a couple small hits each. We chatted a little about nothing, our hazy minds not able to keep a real conversation going. He got a wicked smile on his face and pushed me flat on to the floor. He gave my cock a few strokes with one hand and played with my nips with the other, bringing my dick back to life and fully hard. The artist straddled me and guided my cock to his cum filled hole. He pushed down and I felt my cock breach the entrance. With the head back inside and his hole stretched around my shaft, he took a big breath and dropped his body down. He looked down at me and pulled up a few inches and dropped down again, getting the rest of my cock into his hole. I felt his muscles spasm around me. I knew he must be in a little pain but it didn't seem to deter him since he began riding my cock almost immediately. I was surprised at his stamina since he didn't have a lot of muscle anywhere on his body. He fucked himself on my cock with determination. Several minutes later, I reached up and grabbed on to his arms before I sat up, rolling him backward on to the rug. My hands moved to his legs and folded them back. He looked really sexy with his hands holding his legs wide, waiting for my hips to start thrusting into his hungry hole. It felt just as good as last time with him taking whatever I gave and my cock churning the earlier load inside him. We kept going for almost ten minutes until I slammed in and felt my cock erupt, spewing ropes of hot cum deep into his guts. I growled as the last few spurts shot out and he looked back at me with a big grin. I saw his chest and face covered in his cum and his hands still holding his feet. We stood there motionless for a minute with my cock planted fully in him. As we stared at each other he asked "How long you been poz?" I froze, unprepared for that question right then. He'd never mentioned status in any of our messages or when we met last time. "Five years or so, I guess. Why?" I replied. "Well, you pozzed me up the last time we fucked. You must have a real high viral count if you did it with one fuck" he said calmly. I was speechless for a moment. He obviously knew it was me since he hasn't been getting fucked much so it was easy for him to pin it on me. I couldn't deflect it to one of his other hookups like I'd done a few times in the past, but I tried. "Uh... you sure you didn't fuck with anyone else?" I asked. "My dildo Thick Rick is the only thing that's been in my ass for a month before and a few weeks after we fucked" he replied. "You don't seem too pissed. You ok with it?" was my lame response. "Hell, yeah. I knew it would happen eventually. That's one of the reasons I moved to the city. I wanted to get a lot more poz dicks in me to boost my chances. I just didn't count on covid killing my sex life" he replied in the same calm voice. "You asked for a rough fuck so that's what I gave you. It makes it easier for the bug to get you that way" I said, my cock still in his hole and not getting any softer. "All the guys that fucked me since I moved here and before the pandemic were on prep or undetectable so I wasn't expecting it. Even the guys that listed their status as 'poz' were on meds. But... after you and I fucked, I felt guilty so it was just me and my toys so I didn't get covid. Then, a friend from back home visited me three weeks after we fucked last time. He saw some rashes on my back and started asking questions. Then he woke me up in the middle of the night and I was covered in sweat. Normally I sleep through the night into mid-morning so I never really thought much about it" he said. I chuckled and thrust my hips, plowing deep inside him. "He didn't freak out?" I asked. The artist looked at me and smiled. "Nope. He's on prep and he thought it was cool fucking his first real poz guy" he replied. "Do you know for sure? A rash and night sweats isn't a confirmation, just a good indication" I said, feeling my cock start to throb. "Yeah, I finally got tested and they gave me my results yesterday. Poz and pretty healthy according to the clinic. You've gone 5 years without meds?" he asked. I pulled my cock out, leaving just the sheathed head on his hole. "It was two years before I had to go on meds. I ran out just as the lockdown hit and my doc couldn't refill my prescription" I said, pulling back the foreskin and watching more precum drip onto his hole. "You must have bounced back pretty quick to do me with that one fuck" he said, clamping his hole around my shaft. "300k about the time we fucked" I replied, forcing my way deep into him before starting on my next round. He wrapped his legs around me pulling me deeper with each thrust. "Hmm. About half of what I'm at right now" he said proudly. I grinned at him, drilling in harder for a minute until I grunted out "We gotta find you a few guys to breed. With it that high you need to share." He looked back at me curiously and said "I haven't topped in years. I'm a bottom." My hips moved back until just the tip was inside. "Once you feel your raw cock inside an unprotected neg guy, you'll want to fuck a lot more" I replied before slamming in again and shooting off a couple more ropes of poz cum. "Oh god my ass feels so good and used right now. I love feeling that burn" he answered back, but I could tell he wanted to say something more. Finally he said quietly "Then I'm just gonna have to find a bottom that really turns me on."

Bound and Caged Collegeboy and I stood in front of the 3 flat on Thursday night, ready for the second round. "How's his ass?" Tim asked. "Pretty good. He may be straight but he's used to getting fucked. He might actually enjoy it. Are you going to fuck him tonight or just be a rebellious bottom?" I asked back. He laughed quietly and just smiled. I pressed the button for Unit A and the gate buzzed again, letting us in. Carlos met us at the door wearing only his boots and a bulldog harness. Once again, we stripped at the door and followed Carlos down the stairs. This time, Juan was already down there waiting. His hands were bound with a rope that held them above his head to the ceiling joist eyelets. A ball gag was strapped to his head, stretching his mouth open and filling the opening. I gazed down his body and found a clamp on each nipple with a chain connecting them. Several inches lower, I saw that his pubes were now shaved off and a metal cage confined his cock. Glancing the rest of the way down, I saw Juan standing on his toes, the rope above him taught and leaving him a couple inches too high above the floor to be standing flat on his feet. Tim took his place on the bed with only a slight nudge from Carlos. Walking circles around Juan, I tugged on the chain a few times and roughly fingered his hole with each pass I made. I noted some of the tattoos on his body including one between his shoulder blades that said "Owned by Carlos" with a barcode under it. I wondered if Carlos was going to add another mark showing Juan's new status. "You don't need to tattoo my name on him when he's poz" I said to Carlos. "Yeah, you'll have marked him on the inside" he replied with an evil laugh. "The cage? You're not letting him cum anymore while he's still shooting blanks?" I asked. "No, but he gets a reward after he's fully charged. I got a couple girls for him to fuck and pass his gift on to. All their clients might pick it up too" Carlos said before laughing loudly. I stopped in front of Juan and leaned in close before I whispered into Juan's ear "Today you're going to beg for my charged load, right?" He shook his head from side to side, trying to scream 'NO!' around the gag. I yanked down hard on the chain, making the butterfly clamps dig into his tortured nips. "Wrong answer, Juan" I said. Releasing the chain, I laughed and said "when you think I'm close you need to yell out 'Poz me!' Understand?" His eyes still had the look of fear and panic, but he slowly nodded up and down this time. As I moved behind him I caressed his back, feeling the welts and scars until I reached his ass. "We know what happens when you disobey orders, right?" I said loud enough for Carlos to hear before slapping his right ass cheek hard. Juan replied with a muffled "Yes, SIR!" and nodded again. Looking over Juan's shoulder I saw Carlos pulling a few items out of the bins on the wall. Once again, I worried about Tim getting abused but I remembered how hard his cock was last week when he was disciplined. My chest was resting on Juan's back and I could feel him tense up. He begin to tremble when my arm wrapped around his chest, pulling him tighter. My cock was rigid and pressed between his butt cheeks. "Feel my bug deep inside you?" I whispered into his ear. Juan rocked his head side to side. "It will be soon if it isn't already. It only takes one fuck with some and a few more with others. Ask Tim how it crept up on him. Only a few fucks and then the bug ravaged his body" I said a little louder. "That was a fuckin' bitch and I didn't even know what it was. I just thought it was the flu" Carlos said from across the room with Tim nodding along. I slowly slid my cock along Juan's ass crack, the precum now starting to flow and coat the crevice. He trembled a little more next to me and I kind of wished I could see his eyes. I could see Carlos walking back toward Tim with a few things that he laid out on the bed. Grabbing a bit, he put it into Tim's mouth before buckling the leather straps behind his head. Carlos wrapped some of Tim's hair in his fist and pulled him up so he was kneeling on the bed. "After last time, I don't trust you. At the first sign of you not being an obedient bottom fag, I'm pulling out and then the real fun begins. If you saw Juan's back, you know I have no problems whipping you until you beg for mercy and then going on a while longer" Carlos told Tim. I watched and listened closely to what Carlos did while I humped Juan's butt. He reached over and picked up a leather strap with his other hand and gave a hard "THWACK!" on Tim's ass. Tim grunted as soon as the leather hit him. I'm sure there was a large red mark on his pale skin but I couldn't see it since Carlos was obscuring Tim's right side. Carlos's cock seemed to get even stiffer and thicker as he hit Collegeboy. Tim's cock was also pointing straight out and hard as a rock. Adjusting the angle of my cock, I pushed up from the bottom of Juan's bubble butt until it found the pucker. The moment Carlos gave Tim a second hit, I speared into Juan's hole and impaled him with my cock. Tim and Juan both let out muffled screams. Juan was writhing from his ropes while Tim was frozen stiff. Carlos pressed his rigid cock to Tim's ass and slowly drove in. Once he was fully planted, he set the strap back on to the bed and let go of Collegeboy's hair. Tim stayed upright and Carlos withdrew his cock until just the head was inside. "That's a good boy" Carlos said before rocking his hips and plowing back into Tim's greedy ass. My cock was now drilling Juan's hole and while the position was awkward, I made the most of it. The only thing making Juan's hole slick was a little bit of spit and my precum. I loved the friction between his chute and my cock, knowing how much easier I was making it for my bug to invade his body. Each thrust left behind dozens of tiny tears in his colon, inviting the virus to go invade his body. I could hear his whimpers and without the gag they would have been much louder. While I fucked, I looked up and followed the rope to see where it was tied off. I wasn't sure that Carlos would be happy if I lowered his boy down, but I really wanted to change positions to be able to fuck Juan harder. Moving my arm from around his chest to around his neck, I was able to jab my cock in to the base and making Juan grunt around the gag. I began to hammer his hole hard while I watched Carlos do the same to Tim. I knew my move needed to be quick so I slammed in hard and yanked my cock back out. A couple dark drips ran down Juan's legs while I moved over to the wall and untied the rope. To get it untied, I had to pull Juan completely off the ground which caused a few more pained groans from his tired arms. Once he was lowered back to the ground, I pulled the rope free from the eyelets. I could feel Carlos' cold gaze on me while I moved behind the bed, pulling Juan closer to the edge of the bed and tying the rope to the opposite bedpost. Back behind Juan, I bent him the rest of the way over a shoved my cock back inside his still gaping hole. My hand wrapped around the back of Juan's neck and I pressed it hard into the mattress. Juan grunted loudly around the gag as I slammed in a second time. My cock stabbed into him over and over, just like the knives did when he was in jail. I jabbed left then right, up then down making sure that my cock dug into every part of Juan's cock sleeve. Briefly, I looked over and Carlos had turned his attention back to Tim. I wondered what was going through Tim's mind - would he be a good bottom or a greedy power bottom trying to wrest control from Carlos. Juan's ass got looser until I slapped his butt and he would clench back down on my cock. I did several cycles of that until I heard him talking around his gag. "Breed me, sir" was what it sounded like and got louder after a few more thrusts. When the words got loud enough for all of us to hear I said firmly "Wrong words, Juan. Try again." I heard him whine and I then increased the intensity of my strokes. It took a couple more minutes and he finally spoke the words that I wanted to hear - "Poz me, sir" Juan begged behind the ball gag. I gave a hard shove, plowing deep inside his cunt. He said it again, this time with more urgency to his voice. I pulled back and held my cock just inside his chute for about ten seconds. He said it again and I began to grin. I slammed in deep again, feeling his body shake underneath me. I was close and he knew it, but I think he also had resigned himself to the fate Carlos had chosen for him. I hammered in with a half dozen quick strokes before holding myself right at the entrance. "POZ. ME. SIR!!" Juan yelled out. Each word was distinct and barely muffled. "You got it boy" I growled out and shoved in until I was fully planted. Hard spurts of my viral seed shot out, filling his battered tunnel with my load. I felt him squeeze and release his outer ring, milking every drop of cum I had. Wrapping my arms around him, I held him tight as the last few pulses pumped more of my bug into him. My breaths were labored and as I lay across Juan's back I saw Carlos giving in to his own orgasmic bliss as he pumped his bug-free load into Tim. Judging by the expression on Carlos' face, Tim had chosen the less dramatic road today and left his greedy bottom persona at home. My cock was still planted inside Juan, holding all of my infected seed inside him and letting it work it's magic. I looked over at Carlos and asked "What's your plan for him? How far are you going to let it go?" I gave a hard thrust and got another grunt out of Juan. "All the way. I know he pulled the trigger on at least four guys, so he's going to live a lot longer than they got. Besides, I'll be bored with him in a couple years so it will make it easy to end it that way" Carlos said coldly. A few seconds later he asked "Have any of the guys you pozzed, died yet? Ya know, from the bug?" "Not that I know of, but it was only about six years ago that I got pozzed and I don't keep in contact with most of the guys I fuck" I replied. "Except your boyfriend here" Carlos sneered as he pulled his cock out of Collegeboy.

Meeting the Boyfriend The reminder on my phone had been hassling me for a few days but I wanted to get Dragonboy"s cousin taken care of first. I glanced over at the still sealed bag on the table with my meds safely inside and thought "Today over lunch we can check up on him." The laptop chirped and I knew I had more email waiting. The ominous one titled "You have 11 new messages waiting for you" from one of my hookup sites gave me mixed emotions. I left it to be the last one I dealt with. Logging on to the site, I read through them. A couple were the usual "Your hot" or "Hi wanna fuck?" messages. One I recognized and was hesitant to open it up, but I did. "Hi. Sorry for running off. I was scared. Was surprised since you never said he was poz. I hope we can try it again soon. I am ready now" was the message from allcum4me2. I laughed to myself and figured a day later he was jacking off thinking about how he took his first unmedicated loads. Now he was regretting freaking out and was now hooked. Hitting the reply button I typed out "Not me you need to apologize to. I'll pass ur info to him and he can decide to meet again or not." I replied to one other message that seemed like a good chance for a hookup and then closed my laptop and got back to work. The morning dragged and I was on my third cup of coffee when it finally got to lunch time. Thankfully the rain from earlier had stopped and I headed off to the pharmacy in a pair of jeans and a tight tee. It was a pleasant walk and thankfully some of the boarded up places were getting fixed up. I wasn't really sure what I wanted when I got to the drug store, but the first thing I needed to know was how Sanjiv fared with a few loads of my special seed. I walked through the aisles toward the back of the store and saw a few people waiting in line. I took my spot at the end, six feet behind the person in front of me and looked behind the counter. There were two people working, both with their backs to me. The first turned and it wasn't him but when the other turned around I spotted my target. I couldn't get a good look at him but he seemed tired. I finally got up to the front of the line and he saw me. He leaned over and told the other pharmacist something and the other guy nodded. The other worker disappeared when he finished with his customer and that left me with Sanjiv as my only option. "May I help you sir?" He asked as I approached the counter. I leaned in closer than I was supposed to and told him "I'm just checking up on you to see what happened." "Jacob, I'm going to take a break. Can you handle the counter?" Sanjiv called out behind him. "Yeah" was the response and a few seconds later we were over in the corner of the store. "You don't mess around, do you? That was one bad fuckin' flu" Sanjiv said. I smiled back at him and replied "It's what you asked for, right?" "Well... yeah. I just didn't expect it to be that bad. It freaked my boyfriend out too. He thought I had Covid" Sanjiv said. "Does he know what it really was?" I asked. "No, now he thinks it was just a bad flu I got from being run down. I've been working a lot of hours the past few months" Sanjiv explained. "Good, it's really hot when they don't know. You been fucking him a lot since you recovered?" I asked, the evil grin on my face obscured by the mask. "Monday was my first day back at work, but I've been doing him every night this week. He even commented last night about how much more energetic the sex has been since I was sick. I told him I was making up for the days I missed fucking him" Sanjiv said with a gleem in his eye. Grinning, I asked "What night do you want me over next week?" At that point, I think he realized that I hadn't been kidding when I told him I wanted to do his boyfriend. I had no idea what his boyfriend even looked like, nor did I care. "Ummm... I... I don't know. I work until 8 PM every day next week" Sanjiv replied. He was nervous and I enjoyed seeing him squirm. "That's fine, I like late night hookups. Tuesday good?" I asked as I leaned in close. A drip of sweat ran down his forehead and nose into his mask. "Uh... okay" he replied softly. "10 PM good for you? Give me your address and I'll be there" I said before a little pause. "Oh, I'm going to need to know what excuse you're giving him, unless you bring random men home to fuck him all the time." More drips of sweat ran down his forehead before he looked me in the eye and said "Meet me out front of the pharmacy at 9 PM. I'll think of something by then. I need to get back to work." I chuckled and let him walk back behind the counter. I thought about stopping by on Sunday or Monday to make sure our meeting was still on, but I took the time to meet up again with a furry Italian guy I'd fucked a few weeks earlier. He wasn't as tight this time and it was a much longer fuck. I gave him two big loads and still wrecked his hole judging by the pink hue of cum dripping down his hairy legs. He even commented on the taste of my cock when he sucked me clean. Tuesday evening arrived and I was happy I'd taken a day off from fucking and built up a good quantity of enhanced cum. I was a few minutes early so I leaned against the building and pulled out my phone to see who was nearby on one of my apps. No one was within a block but after that, it seemed like every gay slut was online. I got a few that checked to see if I was looking. I made mental notes of the ones that would be good hookups later in the week. A couple minutes past the hour, Sanjiv walked out the door and one of his co-workers locked up behind him. "You all ready to do the deed?" I asked from the shadows. He jumped a little, surprised by my voice. I pointed up and said "You guys need to fix some of these lights. It's not safe out here." "You scared the shit out of me. Yeah, I know about the lights but they've been trying to get them fixed since the riots died down without much luck" Sanjiv replied. We walked down the street before turning down one of the main streets in the area. About six blocks later, we turned again and walked a few buildings down and stopped. "Here's the deal. My boyfriend has been wanting to open our relationship up for a while. I don't think he has the willpower to refuse a bare fuck and if anyone is gonna knock him up I want it to be me. I told him that I'll give it a chance, but I get to pick the first few guys" Sanjiv said to me quietly, face to face. I nodded and asked "So I'm the first that you know of since you got serious?" He stared back at me and his eyes told me it was a sore subject. "He's strayed a few times but I can always tell. With Covid, he's been really good so I told him Sunday I found someone I could trust for a quick fuck. He's been excited ever since. He has no idea who you are or what you look like. One fuck. That's all you get. No swapping numbers, no repeats. You understand?" he said bluntly. I laughed to myself never having imagined Sanjiv to be a possessive top. "Yeah, I understand. You know, he may dump you when he finds out what you did to him" I replied. I could see his smirk through his mask. "You're the ideal scapegoat. This is going to work out perfect" he said with a chuckle. We walked through the door, up to the third floor and down the hall to his apartment. He opened the door and we both walked in. Once inside, Sanjiv pulled his mask off and I followed suit. It was a nice apartment, clearly 'decorated' and not just stuff added as needed. The chairs and sofa matched, as did the tables, and all of the accessories were color and style coordinated. I looked around and there was no sign of the boyfriend. I peered into the kitchen and it was empty and clean. Sanjiv started walking toward a short hallway and I followed. "There you are. You look like you're ready" Sanjiv said. Once inside the bedroom I saw him - naked and kneeling in the center of the bed. He was short and thin, blond by the look of his eyebrows, but his hair was dyed a few different shades and hung down from the top over the shaved sides of his head. His blue eyes stared back, carefully examining every part of me. I was doing the same and while he looked like he might have an attitude, he also looked like he might be easy to control. Moving closer, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. "I hope he sucks as good as you said" I said. We hadn't talked at all about what his boyfriend liked or did, I just thought my comment would be appropriate to the storyline. Sanjiv's boyfriend looked up at me and grinned as he crawled over to the edge of the bed. He gave a tug and pulled my jeans and trunks down together. "Fuck yeah" he said, seeing my partially hard cock for the first time. The dark shaft looked good against the pale hand he he held it in. He gave the shaft a few strokes before he pulled the foreskin back and licked over the exposed head and moaned. Once he got his lips wrapped around my cock, he started to really suck on it. I looked over to see how Sanjiv was dealing with his boyfriend blowing me. He was rubbing his crotch and seemed to be enjoying it. I wondered if that attitude would change when my bare cock was pounding his boy's ass. This went on for a few minutes and I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. Next, I slipped my sandals off and then pushed my jeans down the rest of the way. Sanjiv's boyfriend kept my cock fully enveloped in his mouth as I finished stripping, just like a good cocksucker should. A few nods of my head and Sanjiv got the hint and started to take his clothes off too. "You want to fuck him first?" I asked. "No, I'll do him when you're done" Sanjiv replied, coldly. Chuckling, I grabbed his boyfriend's head and slowly started to fuck his mouth. When I pushed deeper and entered his throat, he barely gagged and let me slide down until my balls were on his chin. Pulling back, I saw my cock covered in spit and slime and gave a few quick thrusts before burying my cock in his throat again and staying there. He lasted almost thirty seconds before he started to struggle and I waited a few more seconds before pulling out far enough for him to breathe. Giving him a few light pats on his face, I said "mmm, good cocksucker. Now show me that ass." The boyfriend slowly pulled off my cock, leaving a long string of drool hanging from the tip. He turned around and was now facing Sanjiv who was leaning against the wall stroking his cock. Sanjiv seemed to be enjoying the scene so far and I wondered again if that would continue when he saw me fuck his boyfriend. I had seen it before when I was a third for a couple - foreplay was ok, but attitudes changed when my cock entered one of the partner's holes. I bent down and looked the boyfriend's ass over, spreading his ass cheeks and spitting on the pink hole. I rubbed my thumb in circles around the ring and then pushed it in. My thumbnail scraped as it went in and I was pretty rough as I plunged my thumb in and out, twisting it around and stretching the hole open. After a couple minutes I swapped my thumb for a pair of fingers and stretched and scraped him further. I leaned in and withdrew my fingers right before shoving my tongue in. I licked around the hole before jabbing my tongue inside the ring. The boyfriend clenched his ass around my tongue and I gave his butt a swift slap. When he relaxed, my tongue darted in and out for a bit and then I used my fingers again, alternating my tongue and finger-work. When I sensed the familiar copper taste, I knew my prep was done. Slowly I stood up, dragging my tongue from his hole up and along the center of his back. I tapped my hard, wet cock on his ass and started to push in. "Wait! You got a condom on, right?" the boyfriend yelled out. I looked up and Sanjiv had a wicked smile on his face. "No, I never use em. Much better feeling a bottom's cunt when it's skin on skin" I replied. "You gotta cover up. Only my boyfriend fucks me raw" he said. I looked back to Sanjiv and raised my eyebrows. "You heard the boy. He wants it wrapped. I hope you brought something that fits that cock of yours" Sanjiv said. I could tell by the tone in his voice he was enjoying making me work for his boyfriends bare ass. "No. I didn't bring any fucking condoms since I never fuck with them. Now open that ass up and show me what that hungry pussy feels like" I said sternly. Apparently, the boyfriend was ready for this situation and reached under a pillow and pulled out a couple condoms. He handed one back to me which I begrudgingly took. Chuckling, I said "This ain't gonna fit" right before I ripped the packet open with my teeth. The moment the boyfriend turned back looking at Sanjiv, I pushed my finger into the condom exposing the tip and gave a quick bite to it, puncturing the latex. I rolled the damned thing on, feeling it squeeze tightly around my thick cock, muttering my displeasure the whole time. It was too tight and too short but I knew it wouldn't last long. He reached back to feel the rubber on my dick and then guided it toward his hole. There really wasn't enough spit or lube on and in his hole for a condom fuck and I was counting on that to helping rip it open after a few hard thrusts. Four thrusts it turned out to be and by the sixth thrust there was just a ring of latex around my cock and some shreds hanging off of it. His unprotected hole felt so much better and was soon getting coated with my viral precum. My cock had been driving into his ass for several minutes when he reached back and I grabbed his hand and held it in the small of his back. I'm sure he was going to check to see if the condom was still on. Each thrust was firm and the exposed head of my cock was bouncing off his inner ring, causing him to yell out a whimper each time. The pounding was strong enough that after a few more minutes his one arm couldn't hold up his body and with one particularly strong shove, he collapsed on his face. Face down, ass up is always a good position to fuck. I pulled his other hand back so that both were held together right where I imagined a biohazard tramp stamp would look really good on him. I drilled him like this for another few minutes and then calmly said "I think the condom broke." "What? FUCK!!! Pull out! I have another one here" the boyfriend yelled out. I could see Sanjiv laughing to himself and then giving me a nod. "No fuckin way. Once I start fucking, I don't stop until I've dumped my load" I replied. I climbed up and pinned the boyfriend to the bed and started to pound harder. "See? Doesn't that feel better? No god-damned latex between my dick and that sweet pussy of yours" I grunted out as we bounced on the bed. Sanjiv was stroking his cock harder and I hoped he wasn't going to waste his charged seed. I gave him a stern look and he backed off, unlike me. I fucked harder. The boyfriend was whimpering from my assault, but no longer complaining about my raw fucking. Just like every other guy, he preferred his sex without any barriers between the two bodies. He probably wouldn't have even brought up fucking with a condom if Sanjiv wasn't standing right there. If I could crawl inside his head he was probably cheering the broken condom since deep down he knew he was a cum dump. A soon to be poz cum dump. My balls started to tighten and my breathing got labored. I had leaked enough precum inside him so we all heard the tell-tale sounds of a sloppy hole. It was about to get even sloppier. I whispered in the boyfriend's ear "Beg for it" and he weakly yelled out "No!" "Come on. I know you want it. Beg for my load!" I told him. When he replied "No!" again, I pulled all the way out and slammed my cock all the way in. He cried out as my cock blasted through his inner ring. I did it three more times and then said again "Beg for it!" He turned his head to look up at Sanjiv, probably wanting permission but Sanjiv stayed silent. Sanjiv stood there with his hard, dripping cock in his hand and a the expression on his face was more of impatience than anything else. I pulled half-way back and drove in again. A few moments later I heard him say quietly "Breed me." "What?" I asked. "Breed my fuckin pussy! I need your hot load filling my guts!" he screamed out. My dick understands a few commands and that's one of them. The first shot pumped deep inside him and I pulled back just a bit to spray the next few forceful ropes of viral cum a little shallower. In all, there were almost a dozen volleys of sperm that shot out of my cock into the boyfriend's ravaged hole. I laid there, my sweaty chest against his back with my slowly softening cock sealing in all of my diseased cum. After a few minutes, I pulled out and stood up. I spotted the bathroom and went in and grabbed a hand towel from the rack. I pulled the last condom remnants off my dick and tossed them in the trash can before wiping my cock on the soft, white towel leaving a smear of dark pink cum across it. When I walked back into the bedroom, Sanjiv was balls deep into his boyfriend. He gave four or five more thrusts and then growled out as he delivered his own toxic load. "Cum, it's the best lube" I said as I picked up my trunks and jeans and slipped them on. My shirt was next and I slipped my sandals on before heading to the door. Sanjiv was still inside his boyfriend, breathing heavily. There were no "goodbyes" or swapping digits. My work was done and I'd find out what happened the next time I hit the pharmacy.

Can I record and fuck you with baby oil?

My Dad and I used to fuck around. Yeah, my real Dad. But I thought we had moved past it, until he fucked me again over Christmas this year. It all started when I was younger and Mom went back to work full time In the evenings. Evidently this put a real crimp in my father's sex life, and so I ended up filling in. I mean, I had heard my parents having sex. A lot. My room was right next to theirs and sometimes they weren't quiet. You see, when I was growing-up, my family was very hippie liberal. Lots of nudity. Sex was discussed from an early age. I took occasional baths with my father, or sat and kept him company while he bathed. I also knew about his porn collection and would often sneak viewings of it after school. There were a lot of Playboy magazines, but also some real hard core stuff. Anyway, when Mom went back to work, Dad started masturbating in the evenings. I know as much because I could hear the porn videos and the faint squeaking of his bed. He also almost never closed his door all the way. Being curious, and a bit twisted I guess, I started sneaking out into the hallway and watching him. It was strangely erotic watching my own father masturbate and shoot his load. Erotic, but also shameful. I knew it was wrong, but I still got hard. Eventually he caught me spying. I figured he was going to go apeshit, but all he did was call me into his bedroom. "You might as well get comfortable and have a wank too," he told me. That's how it started. Every night we would watch porn and jack off together. But then one night he put his hands behind his head and told me he was tired and I should jack him off. And I did. His cock was heavy and thick in my hand. He came quickly and it ran down my hand. I was excited by and ashamed of what I had just done. But I didn't stop. Soon after it was "You know, I could sure go for a blowjob like in the videos." And again, I gave him what he wanted. I had already experimented by having given blowjobs to my cousin and my best friend and a couple of other guys, so I was good at it. Apparently my Dad noticed my skill and appreciated the fact. I still remember the first time I blew him and being rewarded with a mouthful of his saltiness, and the compliment "Damn, you're good at that!" After that I was his cock sucker. We rarely talked-- just got naked, watched the porn, and I would blow him. The whole time I was fairly conflicted about the arrangement. Here I was, horny, getting sex almost every night (when I didn't have late school functions or excessive homework). But the sex was with my Dad. Within a year or two, we transitioned to fucking. I don't really remember what prompted the change, but one night just as I was getting into sucking him he pulled me off saying "I wanna try something different tonight." With the porn playing, Dad had me get on all fours. He got out a tube of KY, smeared some on my hole, some more on his cock, and then started to push his dick into me. It hurt. A lot. It took a few tries and a lot more KY, but he managed to get all the way inside me. "Damn you are TIGHT!" I remember him saying. And then he started humping me. For me, this was a lot different than the blowjobs. Sucking Dad's dick was much less of a transgression in my eyes. I was just helping him masturbate with my mouth or something. But now I was being fucked, and that just seemed wrong. It was uncomfortable. It was degrading. It was something that a wife (my Mom) should be for-- not me. I was suddenly ashamed and embarassed that I was in my parents' bed, letting my Dad have his way with my ass. I zoned out watching the big-titted woman on the video getting butt fucked as well. I remember wondering of she actually enjoyed it or not. Then Dad tensed up, an I knew he was cumming inside my ass. I also noticed that the fucking left me rock hard. While my father cleaned up, I jacked off, full of hot shame. We fucked a lot after that, not a lot of talking. And always from behind. Eventually I moved out of my parents' house. After that, divorces, jobs, his new girlfriends and marriages kept me safe from any repeat sessions. Until this past Christmas. He came to visit me for a couple days, alone. His newest girlfriend had to work so she couldn't make the trip. To be honest, the thought of us having sex again hadn't really even crossed my mind. I had come to terms with what we had done, and realized that he was probably responsible for my fetish for older 'daddies', but that was it. Besides, my Dad was around 60 by this time. Well, evidently the men in my family are always horny bastards. We had been drinking and watching football games when it was time for bed. I got him set up in his room and retired to mine. It felt like I had just fallen asleep when suddenly I felt him. It really startled me! "Dad, what the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed. "I think you know" he said. And I did. I could already feel his erection pressing against my ass. Dad wanted sex, and as much as my adult self was repulsed by the idea (and truth be told, with him, at least at that moment), I knew I would relent. I would again give up my ass to Dad, even after all this time. I pulled off my boxers and started digging in my night stand for the necessary stuff. I lubed up my ass, then reached back and lubed up my father's cock. It was thick and heavy in my hand. And familiar. So much like my own cock now. I assumed the position, and took a hit of poppers. "Son, are those drugs?" he asked. "No, Dad, they're just poppers. They help me relax." Hrmph was all he said as he thrust into me. So many thoughts and feelings swirled in my mind while Dad used my ass for his pleasure. I was ashamed for what I was doing, of what I was allowing him to do, and also ashamed that my cock was hard and that the sensation of Dad's cock sliding in and out of me was such a turn on. It didn't take him long before he was wheezing and squirting his load into me, donating his sperm and his DNA as he had done decades earlier in creating me. When he was done, he pulled out and slunk back to his room for the night. And I was left to jack off in hot shame, turned on like the bottom cum whore that I am. The bottom cum whore that Dad had made.

Tanner's little ring clenched the base of my ever hardening cock like a vice. It was all I could do to rock him gently back and forth, feeling his ass muscles squeeze, then release, squeeze then release...all the while feeling him shiver in the pain and pleasure of my cock expanding his boundaries. A few more gentle thrusts and his little ring slipped ever so slightly up my shaft. The friction of his unlubed hole was intense, I reached under him, the carpet was moist with his pre cum, a near constant stream of his perfect liquor. He moaned around Jake's cock, his eyes watering as Jake shoved almost half of his length down his throat. He gagged, and as his body rocked his ring slid nearly all the way up my cock, his tight little cunt lips tugging on my thick, veiny meat. He nearly slid completely off as he struggled to swallow Jake. I quickly came to my senses and grabbed his hips, keeping my thick head pulsing just past his sphincter. He moaned in pain. He tried cocking his leg, trying to manoeuvre away from my grasp as he finally began to deal with half of Jake's cock lodged in his throat. "Uh uh, boy" I said, matching his movements perfectly, keeping his redenning cunt stretched around my mushroom head... "He trying to run" Jake laughed, throwing his head back and grunting as Tanner started sucking him more easily again. "Yeah.." I replied, as Tanner's hole fluttered around my cock head. "He's tight as fuck..." I called, grunting. Jake leant forward to get a good view, pressing Tanner into his crotch. "Here" he said, reaching under Tanner, milking his dick till his hand was slick with the boy's pre-jizz. I could hear Tanner moan in pleasure as Jake high fived me with his slicked up hand. I took the hint, smearing what I could on my shaft as Jake leant back into the chair to enjoy Tanner's mouth again. My cock shone with Tanner's essence. I leant down close to his ear, breathing in his smell as he broke a gentle sweat. "Ready whore?" I whispered, "Ready to learn that you don't get to decide when I pull out? Ready to learn to take it like a man?" Jake smirked, keeping Tanner planted on his cock. "His eyes say yes" he said "The Fuck I care!" I yelled shoving my full girth and weight back into the boy. Feeling my head pop into his second hole with the force of my thrust. "Gnnnnnnnnhhhh" he cried, choking again...his back arching away from me. I thrust it back down as Jake shoved his long shaft, balls deep into the boys throat. 'A little pain now' I thought, rotating my cock into Tanner's hot ass. He'd learn who was in charge. If he learnt quick, I'd fuck him like a lover...not a master...but he had to learn...

I turned my attention to my playkit, extracting everything I would need to complete Tanner's conversion from negboy to cumdump: pipe, Tina, points. I also took the opportunity of turning the thermostat way up - no point leaving anything to chance. I was only out of the living room for a few minutes but, on my return, Tanner had definitely 'changed'. He seemed totally calm, greeting me like I was long-lost friend and happy to see I'd grabbed more of the alco-pop which he was contently sipping on now that the taste of G had gone. I stood, shirtless, before Jake, pouring him another glass of drink and flexing my back at Tanner, bending over slightly so he got a good view of my thick, muscled daddy-butt. Jake smiled at me, licking his lips. Jake looked about ready to suck me off himself, forgetting our main goal entirely. "Not yet boy" I murmured authoritatively. I stepped back over to Tanner, filling his glass with more pink liquid and mussing his hair. This time he didn't even seem to mind the gesture and I gently pushed my luck, running my hand down the small of his neck and shoulder. His eyes fluttered shut and Jake winked at me. "Hey dude" Jake said, "you don't mind if I toke a bit of weed right?" he said, pipe and cannabis in hand? "No way man" Tanner smiled back, a little dazed, "It's totally cool dude - you got enough for all of us?" He asked, hopefully, licking his stoner-surfer lips. He suddenly turned to me: "Ah, sorry man...you don't mind do you? I mean, it's cool if you do, I just..." "Of course not boys...I was thinking the same myself" I said, removing my pipe and packing it with Tina. Tanner watched, entranced as Jake took a good, long toke of weed and blew the thick, acrid smoke into the room. As the smoke descended around Tanner and I, I met his eyes - full of innocence and naivety with more than a hint of growing darkness. "Join in bro" Jake said, as I offered Tanner my pipe "What is it?" He asked, licking his lips, and taking the pipe in his hands. "Real fucking good is what it is" Jake laughed, another stream of smoke emanating from his mouth. Tanner seemed reassured that Jake was smoking too and lifted the pipe to his lips...we watched in anticipation of his transformation. A seasoned stoner for sure, Tanner got the pipe going with hardly any effort or instruction: "Careful" I said as smoke escaped the pipe, wrap your boy-mouth about it like your sucking it and breathe" I said "good, that's it...in and out, in and out". Jake couldn't help but laugh under his breath as the final hurdle to Tanner's corruption vanished in the heat of that pipe. He nearly coughed but, managed to catch himself as I rubbed his back: he kept the smoke in him for a good while before exhaling a thick, white cloud of smoke through his mouth and nostrils like a proper whore. "whoah" he said "Again" I said, pushing the pipe back to his lips and lighting it for him. He sucked again, taking that life-changing smoke deep into his tight body, forcing out all remnants of fear or nervousness. "That's good" he said, exhaling again. "Again!" I ordered, once more forcing him to take another hit before letting him sink back into the couch in a cloud of thick smoke. I re-packed the pipe as Jake peeled off his top; all the while watched by Tanner. A bead of sweat rolled down Jake's neck and over the taught flesh of his tan pecs. I took a hit of the pipe and, as Tanner watched his friend stretch, covered his mouth with mine and blew the contents of my lungs into him.. "shotgun" he whimpered as I withdrew, whisps of smoke curling out the side of his lips. "Shotgun" I responded, taking one more hit and, this time full-on kissing Tanner. We rolled the smoke back and forth for a bit as my tongue conquered him, forced him to accept his role for the night, hot little bottom-bitch desperate for cock and cum - breaking whatever remained of his negboy will. The thermostat was doing it's job, the room was a warm, heady mix of cannabis, Tina and sexual heat. I'd laid Tanner out on the couch as I continued to kiss him - across from us, Jake stroked his growing meat through the khaki of his shorts as beads of sweat rolled down his body. Tanner was as good as mine and I needed to reinforce his role for the night - test his new-found, chemical confidence. I pulled him to my chest and peeled off his top revealing that perfect jock-body, ripples of muscle, tight, sun-kissed skin and perfect nipples. A light trail of fur leading to his warm crotch. I unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, leaving only the white briefs he wore constraining his growing dick. Jake had read my mind and was already naked, stroking his long shaft on the seat opposite, totally relaxed and in pig-heaven. "Wanna suck some cock baby boy?" I whispered to Tanner, kissing him swiftly, forcing my tool against his abs. He moaned, breathing into our kiss "Good boy" I said. With that, I thrust him towards Jake. His jeans caused him to fall, head first in front of Jake's beautiful, 10 inch cock. He looked excitedly at his friend, at his round cock-head with a droplet of pre-cum on the tip and wasted no-time going down on him, taking his friend's cock into his boy-mouth. I finished undressing the boy as he sucked Jake, pulling off those helpful jeans and freeing the boy's nice, veiny cock from his pants, throwing them to a corner of the room - he wouldn't be needing those for a long, long time. Tanner was now, completely undressed, and Jake and I got different views of that perfect mass of atheltic muscle underneath that tan skin, pulsing with each slurp of Jake's dick, smothered in a thin layer of boy-sweat, Tanner tried to take more than few inches of Jake into his mouth but, couldn't. Taking a sip of his drink, Jake grabbed Tanner's head and pushed a good four inches of his cock down his friend's throat, pinning him to his crotch with a strong grip. "Nice" I thought: the clean-cut Jake I once knew was totally gone, replaced by a burgeoning dom-top with a lethal prize brewing in his balls. Tanner's body bucked against Jake's assault, forcing his ass into the air as he struggled to breathe - as he bucked, he pushed his hole out to me and, I couldn't resist - I dove straight in, licking his perfect boy-cunt Tanner's perfect hole, preparing another dose of T for the boys aching hole. Tanner moaned as Jake pushed more cock into his throat. His hole pulsed again and I removed my tongue, immediately ramming my T'd up finger into that boy-cunt roughly pushing past his outer ring and into that velvet chute of his. He tried to pull off my finger but Jake's grip was tightvand Tanner stayed put as I massaged the cystal into his blood stream. As the crystal melted in the warmth of his hole, I felt him relax and the familiar wave of electric heat vibrate through him as I continued to explore his bowels. "Good boy" I said, pushing down on the small of his back to give my finger more leverage. "Good fucking boy" "Just sit on my finger...that's it, good boy, really suck it in"