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Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another try at a "short" story. There are 2 parts. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. -- It had been a crappy year so far. In April I caught my supposedly monogamous boyfriend getting tag teamed by a pair of grindr hookups. I watched him pack his shit up and even caught him trying to steal some of my stuff. I heard he couch surfed for a few weeks before he could get a place of his own. I told everyone I knew what happened and many knew he had been playing behind my back for months. I'm sure a few of them had fucked that sack of shit too. I was nearing forty, but thought I still looked good. Some of the twenty-something guys were starting to call me daddy, usually when I let my beard grow out, which just made me feel older than I was. My workout schedule was three or four times a week which kept my six foot body in good shape, toned but not built. I kept the hair on my chest trimmed and my full head of hair perfectly coiffed. When summer started and I was still in a funk, my workout buddy Chris took me out for a beer after the gym. "Ya gotta snap out of it. Stop looking for a new boyfriend, just hookup with a few guys. You might find you click with one" he said. I knew he was right. I hadn't had sex with a guy since a few days before catching my ex in the act and my hand didn't compare to having my cock buried up a guy's hole. "I know, I know. It's just hard to find a guy my age that isn't already in a relationship or isn't a complete slut. The thought of having to wrap it up to fuck after seven years of doing it bare is a turn off, too" I replied. "Get on prep if you're worried about picking up the big bug. You're gonna drive yourself mad if you stay in this rut" he replied. We hit the bar again a few weeks later, a day after I'd fucked the first guy in months. "You look a little better, but you're kind of distracted... What's up?" he asked. "I finally got laid last night, but it didn't go very well" I replied. "Not all of them do. What went wrong?" he asked. "I couldn't stay hard in the condom. The guy was about to give up but said 'try it bare. I'm on prep' so I did. God it felt so good and we fucked for over an hour. I even came in him, just like I used to do with the douchebag" I told him. "OK, I don't see why you're confused. You prefer it bare, just like ninety-nine percent of the guys out there" Chris said. "Yeah, but I don't want to catch anything, and raw fucking guys I don't know is risky. It's less of a risk if I top, but sometimes I like feeling a guy drill my brains out too" I explained. I saw a smile come over his face. "Yeah, I'm the same. But if you're worried, start prep. Or find hookups that are on it. I haven't had a rubber on my dick in over ten years. None of the guys that have fucked me have had one either. Once you go bare, you won't want to go back, as you found out" Chris said. I nodded and saw him adjust himself. He grinned back at me. "I think I know how we can help each other out" he said. That was the start of six weeks of fucking each other three days a week after our workout. Usually it was a flip fuck and neither of us would ever pull out, dumping our loads into each other without a second thought. It was strange bottoming so much after decades of topping most of the time, but it was a small price to pay to fuck like I was used to. After the third week, I'd taken more of his cum than all of the other guys combined since I started having sex in high school. It felt weird walking home from his place with his cum running down my leg but it reminded me that Chris had my cum dripping out of him, too. I started hooking up with other guys too, but since this town is ninety percent bottoms, I always topped with them. Near the end of July, Chris told me that he was going out of town for work for a month. "Did you ever go on prep?" he asked. "Nah, never got around to it. You've been keeping me busy" I replied with a chuckle. "Good time for it, now. You'll have some free time to do it. I won't be back for a couple months" he said. We met up one last time before his trip and I spent the night. While I fucked him some, most of the time I was the one getting nailed. Before I headed home, he stuffed a butt plug in and said "Don't want you lookin like a cheap whore leaving a trail of cum on your way home." Work for me got busy too, but I finally went in to start prep. "We need to do some tests first" the doctor told me. They called me in to discuss the results a few days later. "Jason, you tested positive for HIV. There's no need for prep. We are going to do some more tests to figure out how best to treat you" the doctor said, along with a thousand other things that I didn't hear. -- "I never said I was on it and you didn't ask. I got a really big Christmas gift last year and I've been sharing it. You're number seven that I know of" Chris said when I called to tell him. "What the fuck? That wasn't cool" I yelled back at him. "It's really cool, since you don't have to worry about it any more. You can go on meds, but once you charge up your first neg guy, you're going to want to do it more and more. Its such a rush!" Chris said, sounding excited for me. "You're fuckin kidding me? You want me to go out and infect unsuspecting guys like you did to me?" I said, exasperated. "Do it however you want. Fuck other poz guys, knock up some chasers, breed some prep guys or stealth some neg guys. Just do me a favor and stay off meds for a few months and see how it goes" he said, calmly. "Fuck! Now you want me to do you a favor? You're just a fuckin asshole. I hope you burn in hell" I yelled out before I hung up. The problem was, I was horny. Really horny. As good as my hand felt, I needed more. I figured that there wasn't any harm fucking other poz guys so that's what I started with. By the time I went in to talk with the doctor about my second set of tests, I'd fucked and bred a half dozen poz guys. One even flipped me over and gave me his own potent, unmedicated strain. A few days after my doctor's appointment, I was surfing and one guy sent me a message. "Hey. Think I've seen you at the Sweat Shop gym. Prep btm here, luv takin poz dick. bb only" he said. The pics in his profile looked familiar and I remembered checking him out more than once during my workouts. After a few more messages, I was convinced I wasn't going to infect him. Later that evening, my dick was buried in his ass as he begged for my toxic seed. While some of the poz guys had mentioned it while I fucked them, this guy went all out on poz talk while we fucked. I pumped a huge load in him and I don't think I'd ever seen a bottom happier to get bred. The group of guys I was now comfortable fucking was now getting larger. It was just about a month since I got the diagnosis when the first chaser messaged me. Well, the first one that seemed serious and sent more than "poz me" as a message. He was ten years younger than me, two inches shorter, smooth above the waist and hairy below. He had a nice looking uncut cock and an even better looking ass. His longish, curly hair hung over the almost shaved sides and I saw several bits of metal in his ears. There were a few tattoos scattered over his body as well, but they looked like he spent time planning them out. "You're the first neg guy I've fucked since..." I started to say as we undressed in his small apartment. "That's cool. The last guy that said he wasn't on meds was last year and either he lied or it didn't take. It's fun trying though" the guy said calmly. Calm wasn't how I was feeling. I was nervous and hoped I was going to be able to perform. After a few minutes of groping each other's naked bodies, he worked his way down until he was sucking on my now stiff cock. He was better than most guys and I kind of forgot why I was there, besides to fuck, of course. After fifteen minutes, I wanted to see if his ass felt as good as his mouth and throat. Holding his head by the hair, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped it over his cheek. "I need your ass" I said softly, staring at him. He bent over the bed and I was on my knees a moment later. I was only going to spend a minute rimming him, but his ass just felt too good. My beard mingled with the hair between the mounds of firm flesh. His ring flexed while my tongue lapped over it, adding more spit to the entire crevice. Ten minutes had passed and my cock was now throbbing, needing some attention too. I stood up, surprised how hard my cock still was. I pressed the leaking tip to his spit soaked hole, wondering how I could even think about doing what I was about to do. Pushing a little harder, I heard Chris' comment from a few weeks earlier about knocking up a neg guy rattling around my head. "Aahhh fuck yeah..." the chaser moaned as my cock drove slowly into him. His chute felt good wrapping around my cock and when I bottomed out, he gave a firm squeeze with his ass muscles. My cock was leaking more than usual and soon his hole was really slick. It let me pound him harder and at one point I grabbed his hair and pulled it back before slamming in. While I ground my hips against his ass I whispered in his ear "Ready to get pozzed?" "Oh god yeah... Please breed me full of your bug... I want it so bad!" he cried out. His ring clamped down harder with each phrase, trying to suck the cum out of my balls. I could only thrust in a dozen more times before I began to shoot. The moan he let out told me how much he loved getting filled with my virus enhanced load. After the last pulse, I plowed his ass a few more minutes, churning up the cum inside him and hopefully pushing it deeper. Whether he felt as excited when he converted or when he tested positive, I would probably never know. After a short rest, I drilled him again until my cum needed to escape and help try and end his chase. He was a fun guy to fuck and when we finished told me he was very eager for a repeat. I spent the next 17 days breeding him until I showed up and his body was on fire. We only had a quick fuck that night and I left him passed out with one big load inside. I texted Chris and said "ur right. big rush when first one converts." A rational guy would have thought that once he'd experienced pozzing a guy it was enough and he should start medication to get himself undetectable. That's not what I did. Just like Chris had told me, I wanted more.22 points
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Anyone who has been to P-Town has heard about the Dick Dock. Everyone talks about it; most secretly yearn to go; several go to watch. But only the real confident and grounded guys have the confidence to go to the Dick Dock and fuck. I knew I was going to the Dick Dock tonight. No question about it. Provincetown is s conservative New England seaside community in disguise. You’d never know from looking at night it becomes a den of inequity where denizens get as hot and nasty as any New York City backroom. In fact some New Yorkers come to P-Town to play. It can be that hot. One summer a friend of mine and I went to P-Town to go camping (and get nailed). On Saturday evening we decided to go out and have some fun. I spent extra time getting extra cleaned out and decided to wear easily accessible shorts and a tank top. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and lube and headed to the A-House. The A-House is a hot “guys” bar free of attitude and pretension. My friend met someone early on and said his goodbyes – the lucky fuck. I hadn’t found anything of interest but I was getting into the conversation, the music and the cocktails. The bartender poured excellent drinks. I was feeling pretty good as the evening worn on. That what kind of a bar the A-House is. The A-House is small and the small single bathrooms face right into the bar room. What is interesting is that each of the doors has a cut out of a half-moon to resemble an old outhouse. The lights in the restrooms are red so you can imagine how the restrooms look. I needed to pee so I went up to what was becoming a small line waiting for the johns. The guy in front of me was looking at me pretty intensely and I felt my dick stir. He was pretty hot looking wearing just a pair of leather pants and an arm band. Hot chest and a nice taunt package stuffed into the pouch of those leather pants. When his turn came, he signaled me to go in with him. I thought what the hell and followed. These are single stall bathrooms. I go in and he turns me around to face the door. Of course it had a half moon cut-out, about the size of a dinner plate, right at eye level. He slid my shorts down all the way to my ankles. I reached over and latched the door. I could see everyone in the bar. He knelt down and threaded my foot out of my shorts. He lightly bit my left ass cheek. Then he spread my cheeks wide and buried his face in my ass and started to eat. He was a moaner. I like that. He was really getting into this ass eating. The more he ate it seemed the hungrier he got. I could feel his vocal chords vibrate onto my hole as he moaned and lathered me up really good. I could feel his saliva begin to run slowly down my leg. I started to push back on his tongue, fucking my hole onto his face. I looked out into the bar and wondered if anyone could possibly know that someone was in here eating my ass out. If anyone paid attention they would notice that I was looking out of the bathroom door instead of facing the wall where the urinal was. After about 10 minutes, he pulled his tongue out and stood up. He told me he was sorry but he had to go. His boyfriend was at the bar waiting for him. I looked at him and he had ass juices all over his face. He quickly excused himself and walked out of the john leaving me there feeling the cool air kissing the saliva on my asshole. It felt like the shock of spearmint. I looked out the half-moon and watched the guy walk up to his boyfriend at the bar and shoved his tongue into his mouth. They started making out. Fuck, they must have been in on this together. The leather dude goes in eats a hole and brings cunt juice back to his lover. They made out like porn stars until the lover got all of my juice from his boyfriend. That was fucking hot. I cleaned up, pissed, and stuffed my rock-hard cock back into my shorts and left. I hung out and had another drink. Every once in awhile, the guy’s boyfriend would look at me and smile. All too soon, the bartenders hollered “last call” so I decided to leave. As I was heading out the door I brushed by the couple and the boyfriend whispered in my ear, “You taste great man, thanks.” I smiled and told him his boyfriend did all the work, he should thank him. I slid past them and out onto the street. I took a left onto Commercial Street towards the campground. The streets were really crowded and Spiritus Pizza was lined up out the door with wasted patrons needing to sober up on some of their magical pizza. As I walked down a little further, I noticed a guy down the street on the ocean side take an abrupt left and disappear. As he neared where he the spot I realized this was where the Boatslip was. The famous Dick Dock was supposed to be just below it somewhere. I love outdoor sleazy sex and my cock stiffened at the prospect of going to the famous Dick Dock. I had always thought it was folklore, but here it is. I turned left onto the same path the guy took before me and I knew there would be many more following our footsteps before the sun comes up. That is if the Dick Dock really existed. As I got to the end of the path, I looked up at the 3 story hotel and heard the music from the pool dance party one floor above me. The Boatslip is built up on pier and beams to protect it from high tides and flooding. There was a hole cut into a chain link privacy fence restricting access to the underside of the Boatslip’s pool and boardwalk one floor above. This was the “Dick Dock”; a low concrete ceiling, sandy dunes and cement pillars that held up the foundation of the Boatslip’s public space above. The hole was large enough for a man to stoop down and squeeze through. Once inside, it was nothing but a bunch of sand and concrete pillars. I couldn’t see very well but it didn’t appear that anyone was here. I was about to turn and leave fearing that I had stumbled into the wrong place when I saw a distant cigarette illuminate. My dick and heart decided the game was back on again. I was feeling my way around navigating by using the concrete pillars when I heard the unmistakable sound of cock sucking. What does cock sucking sound like? Cock sucking. There is nothing else that sounds like that. I looked down and there was a cute blonde on his knees, shirtless with a cock buried to its balls in his mouth. The owner of the cock had his hands on the back of the blonde’s hair and face fucking him good. The blonde had spit dribbling off his chin and the guy’s balls, but that didn’t slow him down any. My eyes began to adjust and I could start to see the silhouette of about 20 guys or so. It was surreal against the backdrop of the moon reflecting on the water. I walked through the crowd towards the middle and just stood still. A hot butch guy walked up beside me in a ripped up plaid sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. We made eye contact. I was about to hit my knees but then I felt my zipper going down on my shorts. Looking down I saw some dude in front of me lowering my shorts. Another guy knelt right next to him in front of my plaid shirt guy. I looked back up to see what the plaid shirt guy was thinking. He was staring right at me smiling. He reached over and started pinching my tit. Then the guy on his knees in front of me swallowed my cock to the balls. I moaned. I started tweaking the plaid shirts big nips too, he was so fucking hot. He never took his eyes off of me. He got his face really close to mine and asked me if my cock felt good. I said yes and then he closed his eyes and moaned and I knew he was getting deep throated. He leaned over and while still pinching my tits, opened his mouth and started deep kissing me. He licked the side of my face and down my neck and then sucked one of my tits into his mouth. “Oh fuck yeah, dude” was all I could come up with. I grabbed my bottle of poppers and his eyes lit up. I gave him a hit and leaned down and told his cocksucker, “Man now is the time to eat that cock because this stud is about to feed you.” Then we started making out again. He pulled back and looked at me and said, “This is so fucking hot. We each have our own private cocksucker.” He buried his tongue back down my throat. I felt him moaning and then growling in the back of my throat. I new he was unloading down the guy’s throat. My cocksucker was taking his time, which I was grateful for because I was not ready to blow. We continued making out until my plaid shirt guy’s heart slowed down. His cocksucker was busy cleaning up his dick. Afterwards he looked up at us and said thanks. We kissed again as I patted my cocksucker’s head and indicating I was not ready to shoot and was zipping up and thanked him. I wanted to see what else was going on here. I wondered to the far side under the dock. There were guys getting blown all over the place. There were teams of guys in circles doing just about everything. I stood there looking over the guys and felt a hand on my cock. I looked to my left and saw a hot black 20-something looking at me intensely. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tank. He pushed his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my cock. I reached over for his crotch, but he already had is 9-incher out and it was rock hard. He had a beautiful cock; strait as an arrow, hard as a rock and chocolate brown. We stood there jacking for a few minutes. Then I turned got on my knees in front of him. I looked up at his silhouette and saw that perfect cock in front of me. I stuck out my tongue and lapped the tip. His cock jumped and a bead of pre-cum oozed out. I licked it off and licked the head. Next I licked the sides and then all over until his black cock glistened with saliva. I grabbed each one of his smooth muscled butt cheeks and looked up right into his eyes. I kept eye contact as I started my decent on his cock pulling his cannonball ass cheeks into my face. He stared at me the entire time. He watched me until my top lip was pressed against his wiry bush. I just stayed there, inhaling his scent. He continued to stare. I was running out of air. Tears swelled up in my eyes. Suddenly I had this overwhelming sensation to keep that cock in my mouth forever. I wanted it so bad that I relaxed. Slowly I exhaled from my nostrils and inhaled ever so slowly and controlled. I swallowed. He moaned. I could tell that tomorrow, I’m going to have one bad sore throat. My stud smiled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he looked up and moaned again. I pulled off his cock and went down again; and again, and again. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off his cock and up to his face. “I ain’t cumming that soon. Not with that pretty little white butt you’ve got. Drop your shorts and grab your ankles, man. I want some of this.” I did exactly as he said and immediately I was rewarded with his tongue in my ass. He started eating like a wild man. This stud LOVED ass. I bent down and searched my shorts for my poppers. This gave him even more access. I swear I could feel his top teeth inside my asshole. It was so fucking hot and I was raging hard. I pushed back and ground my hole onto his face wishing it were somehow possible for him to get in even deeper. It felt like he had two sets of hands; they were all over my ass. He pulled back and spit into my hole and started rubbing his finger all around the perimeter of my pucker. He slowly inserted it and rolled it all the way around. I pushed back onto it to let him know I was getting really hot for him. I felt a second finger ease in. I realized the second finger was from the other hand. My stud had the first digit of each hand inside my hole and was rubbing them all around. Then I felt a little pressure as he stretched his fingers apart. He opened my hole and stuck his tongue even deeper than before. Awesome. The was unfucking believably awesome. He stood up and leaned over my back and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you boy.” I could feel his cock rubbing all around my asshole. He had somehow lubed his cock because it was super greasy. Every few seconds his cock head would graze my hole and I would tense a little in anticipation. “You want some of this cock, boy? Man you pretty. I love the way you look and you got a hot ass too. My buddy here has been eating that out for me. But I got me a little taste too, you got one hot ass. This is Marcus.” A bit dazed and confused, I looked over to the side and noticed a guy standing there with his pants around his ankles stroking a nice sized uncut cock. He was about 30 or so and well-built and creole or Latin. His bush was clipped short which made his cock look even bigger. Marcus started tweaking my tit and I moaned. I was definitely cool with Marcus. “Marcus, pull his pretty little ass cheeks apart, man” he whispered. I could feel the heat and energy coming from my black stud’s cock pointing right at my hole. I pushed back a little to signal that I was ready. Marcus walked in front of me putting his dick in my face. He leaned down and told me, “Man this twisted mother fucker is crazy for white ass so if you like getting fucked you’re in for a ride.” He reached down and had me step out of my shorts, then pulled my shirt over my head. He took the poppers out of my hand, opened them and held one nostril closed as I inhaled then held the other one closed while I again inhaled. He stood up and his cock slapped me across the face. He looked at my black stud and said, “He’s ready dude, give this bitch a ride.” He then looked at me and said, “I got you, white boy, enjoy.” With that, I felt 9 inches of black cock slide into me to the hilt. At first, I was a bit stunned. The shear size was awesome. I was amazed that I took it. I moaned and went down on Marcus’ cock and moaned my pleasure loud enough to get both my guys attention. The black guy leaned over and kissed my neck and whispered, “Baby this is sweet. Oh so nice. My cock feels so warm and wet inside you. I love fucking your pretty pink hole.” And he fucked and fucked me hard. Every time he plowed it home, the force would shove Marcus’ cock further into my throat. Marcus was getting really hot. I could tell his cock was ready to shoot. My black fucker took the back of my head and shoved it onto Marcus’ cock and held it there. I could feel Marcus pulse and shoot spurt after spurt. He pulled out midstream and shot a couple more streams on my face while my black stud held my head still. He never lost rhythm drilling my ass. Marcus stuck his cock back into my mouth the get cleaned up. Then pulled out and stuffed his beautiful cock into his shorts and zipped up. “Thanks, Marcus. That was hot man.” Marcus smiled at him and said, “Curtis, you owe me one man, you promised.” And Marcus disappeared into the crowd. Curtis, my black stud continued long-dicking me; pulling completely out and shoving it back in. We were now making that wet nasty smacking sound that you only get from a hot long fuck. Curtis was getting a little more verbal, “I, arrgh, love, umm, fucking, hmm, this, oh hell yeah, white pussy.” Then he pulled out. He grabbed my poppers and gave me a hit and started eating my ass out again. “Yo pussy is so fucked. I can actually feel the heat on your cunt lips, boy.” With that he shoved his rock hard swollen 9 inches of black dick in again and started plowing. I begged him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to stuff me beyond my capacity. People started to gather around us because of the noise we were making. Curtis was huffing and puffing and sweating all over me. I was reeling from the poppers and wanted his fat black cock to penetrate me as deep as it could. Then he shoved it all the way in, balls deep and stood still. There was nothing at first, then I felt his cock swell up and pulse, then another pulse. “I’m cumming,” he said, then another pulse. “Fuck, take that load white boy.” And another two pulses. This dude was shooting me full of his load. I felt my orgasm start deep in the middle of my soul and erupt through my loins and out of my cock; without even touching myself. What was better, as I spasmed my ass constricted with each squirt around that big black cock. We both froze while recovering. “Psst, Marcus, get over here, man.” Marcus reappeared from the crowd and stood next to Curtis. Man I just filled our boy here full.” Marcus, said, “I told you, you owed me, man, time to pay up.” With that Curtis slowly pulled his long cock out of me and stepped aside. Curtis walked to the front of me and leaned over and spread my butt cheeks apart. His semi hard dripping cock was right in front of me and made its way right to my mouth. I felt Marcus kneel down and start licking my hole. It felt like silk on my abused over-fucked ass. Curtis told me to feed it back to Marcus. “Give him what he needs, boy.” With that I could feel Curtis load start to seep out and Marcus went wild and ate me like a wild man. I finished cleaning up Curtis’ cock and Marcus finished up with my ass. I stood up and looked for my cloths which had gotten scattered, found my poppers and wiped cum from my face with my shirt. Curtis leaned over and kissed me deeply and said, “Dude, I want your digits, this is going to happen again.” Marcus and Curtis walked off through the crowd on their way out. I finished getting dressed and walked back out to the ally completely understanding why the Dick Dock is the talk of this town. I get off on your comments.7 points
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I’ve had a couple buds put 2+2 together but I don’t get the sense they know how big a whore I am. One bud saw me leave a bathroom with a guy at the Harry Hines Bazaar and go get in his truck. The bathrooms there are kind of a well known hookup spot and he asked me who the guy was and what I was doing. He knows I’m gay and he caught me off guard asking the question and my answer was pretty weak and he called me out asking if it was a hookup. I quickly denied it but he laughed saying he was teasing but that now he was sure it was a hookup and kept laughing and teasing me. But he also gave me props saying he didn’t think I had it in me to do something like that and then the “dad lecture” about how risky it is hooking up with strangers. He still teases me about hooking up with strangers but I don’t give a shit. Two other buds got a similar experience when we went to Schlitterbahn for my one buds birthday. Both know I’m gay and they were razzing me once they realized I was checking out other guys there. It developed into the “what type of guy are you into” and them pointing out guys to me and asking me how often I had sex which is always kind of off limits for me. They both talk openly about their sex lives and find it weird I don’t. They got into talking about how much easier it would be to hook up with a guy at the park as we could just take it into a bathroom but if they wanted to mess around with a girl it would be tricky. I knew I better not give any details on my sex life as they’d just want to ask more questions. I’d been making eye contact with a guy I thought was hot earlier in the day and it seemed wherever we went there he was too but I didn’t say anything to my buds. He’s that typical lanky blonde Anglo there’s a lot of in Texas. As we got our lunch and found a table he came over and asked if we minded that he joined as there weren’t any tables. We let him join and we introduced ourselves and got to talking. He was sitting next to me and rubbing his leg against mine in a way I recognized. We chatted a while and finished lunch and I said I needed to use the bathroom and the blonde kid (Kaden) said he needed to go and we both went off to the bathroom. Needless to say it wasn’t just taking a piss, we wound up in a stall with him busting two loads inside me raw and me blowing one inside him that way too. As we went back to the table Kyle asked if we minded him hanging out with us as he was alone and so we spent the rest of the afternoon with Kyle tagging along. A little later in the afternoon we ducked into a bathroom again and bred each other. He was curious if my buds played with guys or not and seemed disappointed when I said they didn’t. I was pretty shocked as I didn’t guess Kyle was a pig wanting to take turns getting drilled by three guys. As we headed back out he thanked us for letting him join and that he had to leave. As soon as he did my buds laid into me with questions and I admitted we messed around in the bathroom but didn’t go into details. They wouldn’t let it go and started asking how big his dick was, did we kiss, who did what to who, and so on. I lied and said we didn’t fuck, but they started razzing me like they usually do. The funny thing was they didn’t get on me for hooking up with a random guy I didn’t know but more for proving that it’s easier for gay guys to get action and asking if I did that a lot. I lied and said I didn’t and it was the other guy who made the move on me. They still razz me calling me player and asking me if I’ve picked up any guys lately.4 points
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Part 8 I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pain yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling. The two visitors walked over and stared checking the kid out. Both of them started taking off their cloths. One had a leather harness under his cloths. IT was the kind that went over the shoulders and around the chest and waist and down between the legs and up around the ass. It looked sexy as hell. MY friend recovered enough to pull out of the Kids ass. Some pink cum ripped out. Both guys saw that and the smiled at each other. My friend took the Marker and put a line On the cheek that was marked POZ. The one with Leather walked in front of the Kid and put his cock in front of his face. The kid opened his mouth and the cock went in. His cock was bigger than ours and I knew the guys wanted a dee throat. This would take some training for the Kid. I was surprised he got most of it n on the first try. He started gaging and the guys was talking to him telling him it was alright and that he would learn. Here is a Kid that a couple ours ago didn’t like to suck at all and now was taking at least 7” down his throat and trying for more.. His partner was checking out the other end. He said there was at least one big load in that ass. I told him the kid had a couple in there, plus a load of Chem Piss. The guy said he seemed to be coming down some. I told him he was due to get a it more. The guy said I hoped you would say that. He produced a Point, it looked to be about a .5 , maybe more. He said this will send him into orbit. They released the kids arms and helped him sit up on the bench. I gave the kid some water to drink and they grabbed his arm and tied it off. The kid was watching this and started asking what they were doing. I stopped them for a minute. I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars.4 points
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I wish I wouldn’t think at all during sex and would just switch off my brain and fuck brainless on every encounter. Only in rare cases, when the act itself or the guy/guys was/were extraordinarily hot, I remember having sex without thinking anything at all and seeing the famous stars. Those were encounters when I didn’t even realize when I would start to cum or if I already have finished cumming. I would just keep on fucking like an animal, not realizing my dick has already stopped shooting. During those moments I don’t even moan but I also use to say weird things that I don’t remember afterwards, and my bottoms remind me of the stupid things they claim me to have said 😄 (One of those things were e.g. calling the guys I was fucking names of other guys I had in mind… 🙈 … or making proposals to be my fuck buddy forever… suddenly switching the language that I was speaking making my bottoms irritated because they couldn’t understand me anymore… 😶… or whatever). I love this kind of out-of-your-mind-sex, in the retrospective they appear in the memory like some diffuse fever caused delirium. I wish there was a formula to ignite this very kind of brainless sex in which you wouldn’t think at all. This only happens unplanned and without control, all on its own. Apart from that, when I do think something, or even think too much, it reflects many of those that has been stated here in this thread before.3 points
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Had a random night free last night and decided to go to ESC to take some random cock and cum. It was a very light night and the handful of guys there seemed to be waiting for their dream guy or they were bottoms as well. I did end up riding an older daddy’s cock before he decided to leave. And before I gave up for the night, a tall former frat bro looking guy circled my room. He was a little hesitant, asking if I was “clean” and I informed him I was on PrEP and that I tested in the past two months. Convinced, he stepped in my room saying ok, he’d fuck me. He wanted me to eat his ass first and then decided he wanted me to fuck him first. He at first asked if I had a condom, but then didn’t push the issue when I rubbed my raw cock against his hole. While he was tight, he’s obviously taken cock before. It didn’t take me long before I stealthed inside him, but I continued to fuck him and my cum deep inside him. As I started to soften, I pulled out and feigned that I was cumming. With his bussy pounded, he was ready to return the favor. Unfortunately he grabbed a condom and started to roll it on his cock. He seemed to think about it and asked me again if I was clean. I reiterated and told him he can fuck me raw and cum inside. That was enough for him. I got on all fours, took a deep hit of poppers and felt him enter me to the balls. Fuck, it hurt, but I was in desperate need for a thorough fucking and he didn’t disappoint. His fucking style reminded me of all the frat bro types that used to fuck me in college when their girlfriends were away. His cock thrust into me hard, quick and rough. Until his balls tightened up and he shot his load deep in my hole, while I came again, a satisfied cum dump. He pulled out, while I recovered and then he grabbed his towel and took off. My hole is still sore from last night, but sometimes that’s the price you pay to earn a load of cum inside you.3 points
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Part 1 - Tainted Seed☣🌱 | Part 2 - 🏞️Lecherous Burgeon🌿 _____ Part 3 - 🪓Fallen Branches🌲 Scrolling down the list of profiles on BBRT, Patrick couldn't help but fondle himself through the cloth with his shaft leaking a viscous precum onto the dressing gown. His inability to observe a more casual decency was scorned with a subtle eye roll as the doctor came into the room. Dr. Folmes tried to be casual and ignore the patient’s fondling of himself as the doctor looked at his chart, but nearly dropped it when he saw the size of the bulge projecting under the dressing gown. “Jesus Patrick, what the hell did you catch this time.” The patient hastily tried to put his hand away and position himself in what he thought could be appropriate but now that his hand wasn’t shielding the area it became more apparent how much his balls had swollen. Dr. Folmes put on a pair of gloves a bit hurriedly before he gestured for Patrick to lift the gown. “Let me take a look.” “I know, every time I come to see you, I fucked up.” Patrick joked as he delicately lifted the edge of his patient gown. The doctor nearly gagged as he saw the semen substance seeming to stick to the gown as it parted away from the enormous balls; swelling to 3 times bigger than when he last remembered seeing his habitual patient. Very cautiously he felt one side of the testicular sack as it gleamed red in the office light, and surprisingly it didn't seem tense like he expected it to; rather reacting normally as if it wasn't strained or under pressure. He lightly applied pressure before asking “do you feel any pain?” Patrick took a moment to measure the force he felt before he shook his head. “No, feels normal when you do that. It’s just that...” Patrick hesitated but promptly spat out when the doctor gestured him to. “They feel heavy.” “Well with how big they’ve gotten that’s no surprise-” “No no I mean-...how do you describe it.” Patrick bit his lip before he tried to explain. “It’s not like they’re forcefully pulling down my groin, but rather a different kind of pressure. Almost like your stomach when you’re hungry; you feel the weight of your gut begging for food even though you know it’s nowhere near full.” The doctor tried to picture it as he grabbed a swab and took a sample from Patrick’s urethrae before calling to the door. “Nathan! Can I have you bring a specimen container?” Turning back to his patient while sounding him he tried to put to image what he had just heard. “So, it feels like you’re hungry, but your gut feeling is in your balls?” Biting his lip again Patrick tried once more. “Sort of, but it’s not like I’m hungry. It’s just that ‘weight’ or ‘draw’ I guess you feel when you know you’re hungry, but you don’t know what you’re wanting to eat.” Dr. Folmes delicately sounded Patrick’s dick with the swab, causing Patrick to partly be stimulated and prompting an even further swelling between his legs. Surprised that it looked like it could even get bigger he contemplated having Patrick admitted to the hospital but the door opened as Nathan hurried in with the specimen container. “Sir, the patient in room 8 is growing beyond impatient-whoa!” Normally Nathan avoided eye contact with Patrick, his history of perverted flirts made the nurse uncomfortable but he couldn’t help but stare at Patrick’s engorged cock before a sensation abruptly hit him. He took a small inhale through his nostrils before opening the containers for Dr. Folme’s to discard the swabs into, only simply smiling at Patrick. The doctor didn’t even give Patrick a chance to say anything witty in response to Nathan’s presence. “Put a rush on these samples and be sure to flag it for the county department to review. Please also submit a prescription for azithromycin for Mr. Teal and go ahead and prepare a dose of ceftriaxone. I’ll deal with the queen in room 8 in the meantime.” Nathan sealed the container before nodding and as he left the room he simply emitted that same smile at Patrick as he gracefully backed up through the door and closed it; almost setting Patrick off in a creepy manner. With him gone and the doctor typing up something on his tablet, he finally remarked. “Didn’t realize he was a size queen...” “Huh?” Dr. Folmes asked but realizing what it meant he shrugged it off. “Oh...well my main concern here is if you need to be admitted and observed. Despite the skin color, it doesn’t appear the organ is under intense strain. Any other symptoms I should know about to include?” “Not anything off the top of my head.” “Good, if there is any change for the worse, new symptoms, or anything new develops promptly head to be admitted to the hospital; I’ll include an admittance with your prescription just in case but I’m hoping we caught whatever this is in time before it gets worse. Whatever it is, I don’t think I need to stress how important it is that you refrain from any further sexual activity, understood?” “I doubt I’d even be able to try with how big it’s gotten.” Patrick replied as the doctor hurriedly left to tend to the other patient. Patrick was wondering if he should go back and inquire with the man he'd fucked at the park but remembering the sensations of his cock diving fully erect into that sloppy cum dump hole only aroused him further. He nearly jumped realizing that Nathan was back in the room with a syringe and immediately went to shield his groin from the straining erection from the nurse’s sight. “Oh, don't worry, remember how you flashed it at me last time?” The nurse rolled his eyes before reaching for Patrick's arm to administer the syringe. “What's that?” “Antibiotic to get ahead of the ‘infection’”. Nathan used his fingers to emphasize the quote which Patrick found odd. He almost wanted to flinch and pull away his arm but reassured himself that the nurse was helping to serve his best needs. There was barely a prick as Nathan took care to make sure he didn't cause any discomfort before he applied a bandage and gave the same smile from earlier. “The front desk will have your prescription for the oral medication. I'll leave you be to get dressed...not that we would want you to of course.” With that the nurse took his leave, Patrick couldn't help but look at the bandage with a sense of paranoia thinking that something was off. He didn't waste more time before putting his clothes back on and briskly walking out of the office and avoiding eye contact with Nathan as he made his way to the lobby. Nathan grinned as he saw the patient leave, taking great care to seal up the lab results to be shipped for priority. He printed the express shipping label before applying to the sealed package. Throwing away the trash from the packaging, Nathan made sure that it covered up the swab and samples that were just taken from Patrick to make sure that Dr. Folmes didn't see. He was wondering what ploy would likely work on his boss to go for lunch at the park perhaps the next day. Patrick couldn't help but slowly tap his fingers on the desk as he stood on hold with the conference call. He was agitated, his cock straining painfully beneath the desk as he drank from his water bottle before checking his mobile phone for the 3rd time that morning. He exhaled in frustration as saw no reply or notification from his doctor's office and he quickly sent an IM to a colleague. “Could they waste anymore of our time making us wait?!” He saw the IM pop up an animation that his colleague was typing a response as he pulled up an app seeing some unread messages. He looked up finally hearing the notification sound and read. “Yeah, they took 10 minutes up front last time I had a meeting with this client. But dare I ask, are you feeling okay?” Patrick rolled his eyes before standing up to look over his cubicle with a glare. His colleague James spotted him before quickly typing to clarify: “You look a bit pale...sort of and you just seem really tense. Doctors’ office still hasn't called back?” Patrick typed back quickly. “No, they haven't. And I've called in but keep getting the run around...I wonder if that nurse decided to get spiteful with all the previous flirts I sassed him with.” “Nathan? Nah, I go to the same doctor’s office. And I doubt he’d be that low.” James assured him. Patrick couldn’t help but see several messages from some flirts and frequent hookups that were asking if he was available or why he wasn’t responding for a quickie. He was thinking to maybe take a smoke break even though he wasn’t a daily smoker to try and ease the anxiety but James suggested a more attractive alternative. “I know that this is suggesting something a bit.... low but you seem pent up worse than last time. What about inquiring with Cypher to help you find some relief?” Normally Patrick would be quick to criticize his colleague for making a suggestion so blatantly, but he had a point. Cypher was a sleazy cum dump who worked as a freelancer for different companies in the building. He exploited this opportunity to avoid HR issues for his impromptu hookups in discreet areas such as the parking garage or bathroom stalls. Patrick also frequently saw him at a popular video arcade to cruise the variety of men looking for a cheap and quick thrill that Cypher was all more than happy to fulfill. It wasn’t long before Patrick felt his dick twitch and he had started to type “Cover for me-” back to James before the client finally picked up on the other line. “Hey there! Sorry, we ran a bit over on our last meeting-” “I’m afraid we’re going to have to reschedule to when you can figure out how to not piss me off by actually making it to a conference call within decent punctuality and stop wasting my time with lazy excuses.” He hung up the line and didn’t even bother to finish the IM to James as he locked his PC and grabbed his phone. He saw James’ face in complete shock as he saw Patrick make his way to the elevator. Checking his phone, he confirmed exactly where the cum dump was. It was only 15 minutes before noon and he could see the profile for Cypher was still within proximity and based on the distance was likely near tower 2 at his favorite spot. Patrick didn’t even bother to shield the erection furiously straining against his pants prompting a clear uncomfortable reaction from the other 2 men in the elevator. When one couldn’t stop shooting glances at Patrick he bluntly stated. “If you keep looking at it like that, then you’re riding the wrong shaft down and the other guy may want to get out ASAP.” Both jaws dropped but when nothing was said Patrick hit the button for the next floor down in time, prompting it to abruptly stop and open. The agitated man glared at the other when there was no movement and another glare to a woman who was about to join them before Patrick held up a hand to notion no entry. Sure enough, the one getting stared at frustratingly got out and the look of sheer panic immediately formed upon the looming victim’s face. At the last possible moment he dashed forward right as the elevator doors were closing leaving Patrick alone in near rage as he ferociously banged a fist into the sliding door. “FUCKING TEASE!” Patrick yelled hoping they could hear him on the other side as the elevator continued down. He froze, realizing he’d actually dented the door with a bit of force and pulled his fist back in shock. He couldn’t believe that he had just tried to rape a man in the elevator like that and let alone punched stainless steel metal like that. He was starting to breathe heavily to try to calm down before he heard a notification on his phone. As if fate was testing his focus, it was an alert from Cypher’s profile. Patrick read: “Saw you checking out my profile; needing a quick blow?” Patrick’s fear immediately subsided before responding as the door screeched open now thanks to Patrick’s punch. He walked rapidly out, past the stares of people trying to enter but noticing the door wasn’t fully opening while he messaged back. “Needing to fuck, BAD. You’re at your typical spot?” Patrick walked past the front desk of the gym located in the tower on the ground floor. He just simply said “Forgot my badge, you know I have a pass” as an employee tried to stop him once he walked past the entrance point. They didn’t dare impede the man’s path as he made his way directly to the shower rooms and back to the stalls. He tried to open the one he usually found Cypher in but before he realized it was locked, he could smell the scent that calmed him: lust. He listened past the environment noises by the other patrons and could hear the faint thud and panting of another man thrusting into Cypher. Patrick grinned, realizing he’d finally found something that would help his relief. Patrick’s composure had calmed strangely. He waited, patiently for the man to finish and in time he could sense the unknown breeder’s climax arriving as he heard the groans and breathing increase. That final gasp cued the thuds to cease and he barely waited 30 seconds before Patrick grabbed the handle and ripped the stall door open. “What the hell!” A janitor he knew shielded his groin, attempting to cover his spent 11-inch shaft from Patrick before he immediately tucked it as best he could and fled out; leaving Cypher in surprised shock with his phone in hand and pants down. Patrick wasted no time in stepping in, attempting to close the stall door but with the lock busted a slight gap was visible but he didn’t care. “Patrick...I just sent you a message. I’m actually a bit sore from Tim’s dick just now and don’t think I can-...” Cypher nearly dropped the phone in fear. He saw Patrick glare at him as the cum dump was cornered in the stall. Eyes met and he could see a faint green glow from them in the dim lighting of the locker room stall before Patrick’s hands reached down and retrieved the straining shaft from his groin. It was red with blood pumping it with excessive amounts of hormones and testosterone where the girth had swollen almost twice as large when Cypher had seen it last. Not to mention the balls that appeared three times prior as their owner fondled them. “Well, I think you can; especially with his cum lubing up your hole perfectly.” Only movement was with Patrick’s hand as he fondled his swollen junk as Cypher nearly whimpered in fear and couldn’t move. He didn’t have to before Patrick grabbed onto his shoulder, turned him around and bent him forward before impaling his cock mercilessly into the sloppy hole. The impaled victim yelled out “FUCK!” in reaction before Patrick covered Cypher’s mouth to attempt to stifle as much noise. “Don’t mind if I do” grunted Patrick as he proceeded to wreck the pig’s hole somehow even further. Cypher gripped the handle on the stall wall as he tried his best to relax with the sudden intrusion and was wondering if he should try to bite Patrick’s hand and attempt to flee. But fear quelled that notion as he closed his eyes and tried his best not to tense. The swollen shaft plowed deep inside him and he was grateful at least that Tim had just left a 4-day load in him to at the very least apply a little lubricant to prepare him. But that substance was slowly starting to deplete as the starved dick started to absorb it. “Finally!” Patrick whispered between pants as he felt the strain and ‘hunger’ start to subside while he forcefully thrusted his abnormal meat deeper into Cypher's slutty ass. With each thrust the suction appeared to increase in the pig’s hole, providing little comfort for the friction and Cypher was starting to notice that each plow to his ass was starting to get a little more painful. He teared up a bit as he felt his ass collapsing in a vacuum state around his assailant’s cock which initially did strike pain but also a closer trigger to his prostate that slowly caused the bottom’s dick to firm and leak precum. “What the hell-” Cypher mumbled into Patrick's hand as he felt conflicted. He had been raped before and didn't fantasize about it so he couldn’t grasp just why he was getting turns on by this event. His ass more conformed to the dick impaled in his ass, feeling more like a flexible sleeve that met with Patrick's thrusts to allow such vicious gestures without causing immense tissue strain. The changes allowed Cypher to better enjoy this fucking to where he abruptly started cumming hands free and squeezing down on the cock. Patrick groaned as he finally achieved orgasm and release from the tension that had burdened him for two days. His mind finally clear and no longer bothered by the straining or hunger from his cock slowly focused on what had just happened and he gasped. With slight difficulty he pulled out of Cypher; having to gesture back as his cock escaped the suction it had created with a pop. “Fuck what have I done?!” Cypher could barely hold himself up as he looked back at his assailant and grew wide eyed at Patrick’s groin. His erection had barely eased since it’s climax but the more noticeable abnormality was the size of Patrick’s ball sack. Both testicle’s appeared to be the size of large grapefruit barely able to fit back into pants as Patrick frantically attempted to put himself together. He ended up having to rely on his belt to keep his pants upright and covering his bulging junk as he stumbled out of the stall where a security guard had arrived along with Tim the janitor. “Good morning Sir, I’m going to have to-” Patrick didn’t waste any time in his frantic state to push past the two and flee. The guard pursued him while Tim came over to check on Cypher who was just in a bewildered state. “Jesus, I’m so sorry man. Are you okay?” The janitor offered his hand to lift Cypher up and he simply just stared at Tim before he realized the typical sensation after a fucking was amiss. The cum dump reached between his cheeks and was shocked to find that his hole was dry. “That....is unexpected...” Cypher checked his hand to assure himself that he hadn’t just simply gone numb. And yet weirdly his ass did not appear to be sore from Tim’s previous breeding but he was a bit conflicted feeling like that load had been stolen. Tim didn’t think much more of Cypher’s reaction as he simply thought he might be in shock but Cypher simply waved any gesture for the need to relieve any distress from the event. “Would you mind letting building maintenance know that they can charge the repair costs for the stall door to my expense? Wouldn’t be the first time doing this damaged property right?” He started to walk out before Tim grabbed him thinking he needed to be observed in a state of shock but as his eyes met he saw unexpected determination. “I can assure you Tim I’m fine, Patrick tends to enjoy....well a bit of role play I guess is what you can call it.” With that Cypher walked off, curiosity looming in his mind as he left the concerned janitor.3 points
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Part 7 I pulled it out and it was wet, some pink KY was showing. I knew it was doing what I thought it would. Getting him ready for all his presents. One of the things he asked me last week was did Tina up the ass really burn like the stories. It was time he found out. With the head of the dildo in his ass I took some ground tina and rubbed it on the pink lubed dildo and worked it back up his ass. He stared to make a sound like he was enjoying it. We had moved a mirror onto the floor so I could see his face. This was done for both me and the camera, nothing like seeing an ass taking something and the face of the victim. I worked the Tina lased dildo up his ass. Suddenly his face went from bliss to horror, he said “ Shit, that Burns a lot “. I said “you wanted to feel the burn” . I turned the dildo side ways so it could mash the Tina into his ass. Again I heard the high pitch squeal. I pumped the toy up his ass while twisting it. I pulled it out and it was bright pink. I held it in front of the kid and I told him he now as a cunt. I asked him if he knew why and he said no. I told him because he must be having his period. He groaned and said yes. I told him he was now fertile and not to worry. I had plans for him. I asked him if he was ready to stop and he said ‘ Not sure “. I leaned over him and with one hand stared fingering his ass gently with a cooling lube we used. I stared tweaking his nipples with the other. I was asking him if he still wanted to stop, He said everything really felt great and wanted more. When he was saying this my friend walked around us and I felt his finger caressing my ass. This was an unexpected pleasure. Then I felt something going up my ass. I knew it was his injector and knew he was bumping me. I looked at him and he said not to worry, it was one of his mixtures, Tina and a little something else. He started pushing his lubed cock up my ass, it felt great. I was moaning some and old the Kid I was getting what he wanted. He said he wanted fucked. I reminded him that my friend was Toxic and he said he didn’t care. By that time my friend was hitting bottom in me. He pulled out and walked around and moved my fingers and then Push the cock that was just n me up the kids ass. He worked until he was balls deep. I walked around in front of the Kid. My cock was all tingly and I wanted it sucked. I pushed in the kids mouth and this time he took me to the base. I knew I was getting hard again and looked at my friend and he smiled at me. I am not sure what was in that bump but my hair was on fire, my ass was hungry and my cock was hard as iron. He said it was a mix he found on one of his trips to Japan. He fucked the kid easy and once in while he would go deep. I pulled out of his mouth and grabbed the phone and started Videoing the kid getting his first POZ and Toxic load. The kid was making all sorts of noises. My friend said he wasn’t going to last long so I handed him the phone to Video his cock splitting the young Fags ass. He asked this Kid if he really wanted his toxic load. The kid said yes, almost leading with him for it. I reached behind my friend, Pushed my thumb up his ass and squeezed his nut sack. He roared and stabbed the Kid with his cock, the Kid in turn squealed. My friend said Loudly “ Take my POZ load you Fagot slut, Your HIV + now “. The Kid was almost crying when he said “ Thank you Sir”. I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pin yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling.3 points
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When a bottom has a tiny useless cock it’s like they really had no choice but to bottom out for real men. But when a cumdump has a big cock, he was born with options but has realized the reason he exists is to be a cock receptacle. A body with a couple of fuckholes that was born to service men sexually and take our loads inside them. Faggot who know they were born to be used by horny males are the best fucktools.2 points
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Sitting across the kitchen island from my best friend and his new boyfriend pretending I couldn’t tell my best friend was getting fingered was not how I had thought my night would go when I was invited to this dinner party. Mike and I were about the same age, I was 24, and he 25. We had graduated college together and both moved to NYC from the Midwest about a year ago. Like most gay boys do when they come to the city we had gone through a slutty period, bringing boys home all the time, and occasionally hooking up with each other. That had all stopped about a month ago when Mike met Jack. Jack was in his early forties, big and buff with a bald head, thick beard, and an obvious mat of chest hair. Mike had immediately stopped spending as much time at home when they met, sleeping more and more often at Jack’s place. When he did come back to the apartment he was coy about what they had been up to but strongly implied that he had been fucked to within an inch of his life most nights. I wasn’t jealous but I certainly missed my friend. I had been excited when Mike said that Jack wanted to get to know his friends and was arranging a little dinner. Things had started out very casual, we had a drink in the living room; Jack told us a little about his best friend who was on the way; and we eventually moved into the kitchen so Jack could do some more cooking while we waited on his friend to arrive. Now, with Jack’s friend almost an hour late I was sipping on a beer chatting with the two of them across the island while Jack’s hands were clearly down Mike’s pants and at least one finger was deep inside Mike’s hole. Mike and I both advertised that we were vers but leaned more towards being bottoms, and while I was a little shocked at what I was seeing I was also kind of turned on. I hadn’t seen Jack lube his hand in any way before sliding it down Mike’s pants which made me think Mike was already lubed up before this started. I wondered if it was just lube or if Mike had a fresh load in his hole too. My cock twitched at the thought. It was right around then that the door buzzer went off and Jack slid his hand out of Mike’s pants to answer it. Before I could ask Mike about what had just happened, Jack came back into the kitchen saying his best friend had just arrived and was walking up. Erik was almost a carbon copy of Jack except he had a close-cropped hair cut instead of a shaved head. He wore a black leather vest open over a white t-shirt that did nothing to hide his broad chest, erect nipples and massive amounts of chest hair. To say he was hot is a wild understatement. “Hi boys,” he said, his voice low and warm. He gave Jack a big hung and a kiss then the same to Mike. The way Mike leaned into the kiss I suspected that Mike knew Erik better than he had let on when inviting me to dinner. Jack set Erik and I up with drinks and then left us in the living room to chat while he and Mike finished up getting dinner ready. Erik and I sat on the large couch making small talk and sipping beers. His one arm was up on the back of the couch, and I could just see through the arm hole of his t-shirt a dark furry pit. My cock twitched. This man was every one of my fantasies combined. Erik was funny, and the conversation flowed easily despite how often my glance drifted downward to the bulge in his black jeans. We both stopped talking however when we heard a low grunt from the kitchen followed by a whimper. I cocked my head to the side listening. “Sounds like Jack couldn’t wait till we left to dump another load into your buddy.” I blanched at how bluntly Erik had put it but there was no denying the muffled sounds of fucking coming from the kitchen. We listened as the sounds got rougher and Erik started to rub his crotch. “If they don’t finish soon I’ll have to whip this out and jerk off,” he said, “Unless you’ve got a better idea.” Just then the unmistakable sound of a stifled climax occurred, and a minute later Mike came out of the kitchen looking a little flushed announcing that dinner was ready. The dinner itself was delicious, and totally unscandalous. We talked about our jobs, where Mike and I had gone to school, how Erik and Jack had met years ago, families, pets, goals. It was really fun, and totally wholesome. After dinner Jack moved us back to the living room, and got everyone another round of drinks. Erik and I settled ourselves back on the couch, though he was sitting just a little bit closer this time, and his outstretched arm almost brushed my shoulders when I shifted back on the cushions. Mike and Jack too a smaller love seat and Jack’s hand immedicably ran down Mike’s back and once more slid down his shorts. Eventually the conversation turned to Erik saying to me “So do you have a boyfriend cutie?” “No I’m single just now. I’ve been going on dates, of course, but no one special.” “How,” asked Jack incredulously, “you’re adorable.” I blushed. “Oh leave him alone,” Mike came to my defense and pushed Jack lightly on the shoulder, “he’s not done with his slut phase yet.” “Cause you are?” Jack said jokingly, and flexed his fingers inside of Mike causing him to moan. “No,” he said without embarrassment, “I just found someone who likes me being a slut.” “Damn right.” Jack pulled Mike out of his seat and onto his lap, and kissed him deeply. They started to make. Erik’s hand slid off the back of the couch and only my shoulder, “Come here boy, I don’t care if you’re a slut. In fact, I like my boys slutty.” He pulled me towards him and into a wet kiss. I melted into his arms. I felt a little taken aback at how quickly the evening had changed but Erik was so hot that I didn’t really mind. I let his big hands explore my body, and slowly pull off my shirt as my hands found his big erect nipples and started to play with them. He growled into my mouth, “Keep playing with my nips boy and you’re going to end up with my load in your hole.” I bit his lip softly and started to play with his nipples even more. He growled again, and practically tore my shirt off of me. When our kiss broke so my shirt could come off over my head I saw that Mike had already been stripped down to a jock and was on his knees with his face buried in Jack’s crotch. Jack had also lost his shirt revealing his massive pecs, pierced nipples, and salt and pepper fur covered body. God Mike is lucky I thought. “Look at how open and wet your friend’s hole looks,” Erik whispered in my ear. He was right Mike’s hole look more used that I had ever seen it before, even after we had just fucked. “I bet you wish your hole looked like that right now. Used, and wet. Open and full of cum.” “Yes Sir,” I moaned. I wasn’t really sure why I called him Sir but it felt right. “Mike, go undress your friend for Eric,” Jack said and pushed Mike off of his dick. As it sprung from Mike’s mouth I was shocked. Jack had an eight-inch cock that had to be as thick as a soda can, and it had all been hidden inside Mike’s mouth. He had always been a good cock sucked but damn. Mike stood up and walked over to me. The pouch of his jock bulged but didn’t quite make the outline of his dick as I knew it. He kissed me deeply, then smiled, and undid my pants. He pulled them down and tossed them aside as I stepped out of them. Then he did the same thing with my briefs. I was now the only one completely naked and I felt exposed as my hard dick slapped my stomach. Erik spun me around, he had taken off his vest and shirt. His nipples stood out from the thick covering of black chest hair that swirled across his torso. My gaze drifted downward to his bulging crotch and my mouth watered. Without being told to I dropped to my knees and started unbuttoning his pants. “Erik, don’t forget the house rules,” I heard Jack saying, “You breed a boy in my house that means I get to use him when you’re done.” “After the number of loads I’ve dropped in your boy it seems only fair.” So Erik had been fucking Mike too I thought, as I worked his jeans down past his knees to pull them off, and if I kept going they were both going to fuck me tonight. I pulled Erik’s jock aside without a second thought and swallowed his fat, blunt mushroom head. “Well I think he likes the sound of that too,” Erik said, “Do you want your best friend’s man and I to breed your hole?” I nodded, never taking Erik’s dick from my mouth. “Good boy. Mike said you’d be fun.” Mike had set this up? I’d have to thank him later. Erik’s dick was growing in my mouth, I had no idea how long it was but it was thick and I wanted it deep inside my hole. I had always like giving head but ultimately preferred to get pounded. “Get up boy, and bend over the couch. Your little friend is going to put on a show for you while I get you hole ready for my cock.” I stood up, and moved around the couch so I could rest my chest and arms on the back with my ass stuck out. Erik got behind me and spread my cheeks wide with his rough hands. I felt his warm breath and then his tongue flicked over my hole. I groaned. It was a loud moan from Mike that drew me out of my ecstasy to look over and see him siding down on Jack’s fat raw cock. He was facing Jack and I had a perfect view as his slightly hairy hole widened and stretched to accommodate the massive dick sliding in. Mike slid down with ease, he was obviously use to this cock, and full of cum it turned out. He started to ride and the loads already inside his hole frothed around the invading member. Erik was hammering away at my hole with his tongue. I felt like I was becoming putty in his hands, my knees were shaking and I was desperately horny. “Look at how Mike’s hole just opens up for me now boy,” Jake said over Mike’s shoulder, “The first time I met you, you said you were used to taking big cocks didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir,” Mike panted. “That wasn’t true though. It took almost a week of me fucking your to get you hole open enough for me to just slide in.” “Yes Sir.” “Now you’re my horny little slut aren’t you.” “Yes Sir.” “You love it so much you wanted our best friend to get a taste of being a cumdump didn’t you.” “Yes Sir.” “Turn around and take off your jock. Show off what a slut you really are.” Mike got up, dropped his jock and turned around. I realized why his bulge had looked weird in his jock. His cock was locked up tight in a clear plastic cage. I felt my hole twitch around Erik’s invading tongue. “He likes that,” Erik said from behind me, “I just felt his pussy quiver.” Jack pulled Mike back onto his lap, and I watched as his cock vanished into my best friend. Mike locked eyes with me and smiled as he squatted over his man’s cock and started to ride it. “How,” I stammered, trying to speak between the moans Erik was forcing out of me, “How long have you been caged.” “Three weeks,” Mike said, only a little out of breath, “Jack said it would help me focus on taking his cock, and he was right. I haven’t cum since and all I can think about is his cock.” “Don’t lie Mike,” Jake said laughingly, “It’s not just my cock. You had two loads in your hole before you got here today. The truth is, locking up Mike’s cock made him into an absolutely insatiable cum whore. He’ll take anyone’s load now.” “Yes Sir.” My hole twitched again, and Erik let out a low grunt of appreciation. “And now you’re going to watch us turn your best friend into a horny little cumdump too, aren’t you baby.” “Yes Sir.” “So here’s the deal boy,” Jake said, Mike still riding his cock, “Erik here is in need of a boy of his own, as much as I like sharing Mike.” I felt Erik’s tongue leave my hole and felt his hands on my hips now. He was rubbing his slick cock against my well tongues hole as Erik spoke. “So he’s going to spend some time getting to know your hole. Then I’ll take a crack at it, and really make sure you have what it takes to be a cumdump for my best friend. After that we’ll see where the night takes us. If in the morning you and Erik decide it’s the right fit, we’ll lock your cock away too and you’ll be his. Sound good.” “Yes Sir,” I answered. “Good,” Erik said and then sank the first four inches of his cock inside me.2 points
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skin on skin and the top getting some ass that he needs, using me for his pleasure and ownership!2 points
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If I can’t encourage him to take it off, nor will he take my raw cock up his ass, I’m out of there. I’d rather do without than fuck with a condom. I’ve done it before and I will do it again…left him standing there, shocked and with blue balls.2 points
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when my uncle found out I was whoring myself out online (including to a couple of his buddies) it turned out to be the best thing for a natural born cumdumpster. he trained me to be a true pussyboy and showed me how to get as many loads as I want.2 points
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I lost my virginity at 14 to a lad in my class at school, we were the only two who ever worked out in the school gym before school. It happened in the showers and it was bareback. Being the 1980’s everything was secret but we regularly fucked and always bareback. After him I started using condoms whether giving or receiving but it was never as enjoyable. It wasn’t until I was in my mid 30’s when a mate introduced me to the seedier gay club scene that I found myself with a horny stranger in a dark area of the club gagging for this guys cock & gave it too me! No interruption in the flow and it was amazing. I’d forgotten how good it felt to have that uninterrupted flow of sexual lust and having a guy cum inside me again. Likewise I’d forgotten how good it felt having that warm moist feeling on my cock and the increased pleasure of fucking bareback and breeding. I’ve barebacked ever since.2 points
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I don't feel the spunk filling me I feel the cocks pulsing throbs as the sperms are forced thro its length and spurted out of the tip. God I love feeling that as I know I have pleased him fully.2 points
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Keep the feedback coming, guys. xxx Chapter 2. I continued, sharing more of me and my boyfriend’s naughty devolution with Andy… My boy and I took a vacation to Key West a few months after getting back from Spain, where he’d let me breed him with three anonymous loads. Unsurprisingly, at our clothing-optional resort, something similarly raunchy happened. My boy and I were rolling around in our room and decided to go to the second floor maze area of the main building. I bent my boy over and ate his hole as other guests strolled by. I rawfucked my boy while three guys gathered and jerked off. The first guy, early 60s with a furry belly, jerked his big uncut cock and asked if my boy would take his cock. I started to pull out to give my boy the chance to answer. He was clearly conflicted, so turned to his slutty desire while also holding back a bit. The guy said, ‘make up your mind. I’m gonna cum!’ My boy groaned and hissed, ‘cum on his dick!’ And the stranger did. He shot five big slimy globs of seed right on my dick, my shaft sticking out of my boy’s unprotected hole. I knew I wanted to slide it and inseminate my boy with the stranger’s cum but I waited for him to beg me. ‘Put it in me,’ I heard my boy moan. I slid slowly in and watched as my boy’s hole squeezed that fresh load of cum off my cock and into his guts. The other two men jerked off to the sight of me breeding my boy with another man’s anonymous seed. They both came, shooting their loads on my boy’s upturned ass and lower back. They were both tall, tan, and lean. I later learned that they were locals who often came by to load up visiting tourists. One guy later told me that he liked to leave visitors with something to remember him by, a kind of souvenir. He didn’t elaborate and I didn’t get the details. I leaned forward, feeling their fresh loads of cum smear on my abs. ‘Do you want their cum inside you too,’ I asked. He nodded, eyes clenched, giving into what he wanted. The men wiped their fresh cum out of my treasure trail. They smeared their fingers into my boy’s crack and onto my cock. I hammered those loads into him before adding mine. My cum mixed with three anonymous loads from total strangers as I shot deep inside him. The guys left and I sat my boy down on the red vinyl bench. He leaned back and spread his legs so I could admire his wrecked cummy pussy, now leaking four loads. I leaned in to start lapping, and he closed his legs. My boy decided that he wanted to let all that fresh cum seep into his hole this time. I slowly spread his legs again and lifted them up, promising to not let him lose another drop. For five minutes, he whimpered as I fingered each pearl of cum seeping out of his loose hole. I was steadily sliding two upturned fingers all the way inside him, making sure it all went deep inside and stayed there to fully soak into his tender guts. Back in the bar, my work pal Andy was gasping, open-mouthed as I finished my naughty story. With our knees touching on our barstools, I looked down and saw a dark wet forming a spot the size of a quarter as Andy leaked precum. Andy asked if my boy and I had gone farther than that. I asked if getting three strangers cum absorbing into my boy’s raw hole wasn’t far enough. He placed my hand on top of his hard leaking cock and pressed it. ‘No. I want to know if you two got into other guys fucking him.’ I honestly shook my head, no, and added, ‘not yet.’ When my boy realized I would be open to it, he freaked out. He was afraid he’d go off the deep end and become a real cumslut. I assured him I’d be ok with that, but he suggested we take some time to just be with each other. I went on telling Andy what happened next. Our newly-chaste sexlife worked for us for a while. After a few months of monogamous bareback sex, it got tedious and a little boring. We went from fucking daily to maybe once a week. After we’d had such risky adventures, my cock stretching my boy’s hole open and leaving him filled with only one load just wasn’t particularly thrilling. When fucking him, I’d tease my boyfriend telling him how nice his hole felt loaded with cum. He’d moan and I’d breed him. Sometimes, I’d get hot enough dirty talking that I would stay hard and cum again. That was the best, with his hole already worked open and already lubed with my cum. It felt so good that sometimes I’d jerk off thinking about his beautiful cummy hole while at work with a condom rolled over my dick. I’d fill it up with my load and tie it off, ready to pour into my boy as soon as I was back at home. I began regularly pouring my afternoon loads into my boy’s hole while fucking him. The sounds of that gloppy fuckery really got me going. Two loads was always better than one but not as hot as when I knew I was plowing through someone else’s sticky nut. After a few weeks of increasingly stale sex, my boyfriend suggested a quiet weekend at a gay resort upstate from the city. I asked if he wanted to be naughty there, and there was a twinkle in his eye. That weekend, we rented a car and drove the four hours north. I thought I’d be able to hold my bladder, but just a few miles away from the resort, I needed to take a piss really badly. We pulled into a sleepy rest area. I walked briskly to the singular urinal and whipped out my cock. I heard rustling and knew someone was in the one large stall. I pissed and pissed and pissed. The urinal automatically flushed but I knew I wasn’t finished. After a few moments of silence, whoever was in the stall started moving thinking that I must have left. I heard moaning and pounding and knew someone was getting fucked in there. I still had to piss, but the sex sounds were making me hard. I stayed there with a growing erection willing my bladder to behave. From the deep groans, I knew it was two men fucking in the stall. It’d been a few minutes and my boy came to check on me. When I saw him in the door, I held a finger up to my lips as a signal to be quiet. He tiptoed in and heard the hot fuck going on. My boy grinned and grasped his crotch. The guys finished loudly, and I heard the sound of toilet paper rustling and pants being pulled up, and a whisper to ‘see you again as soon as you can get away…’ The other guy replied, ‘thanks for bagging up. I wouldn’t want to get anything that I could spread to my husband.’ I heard them kiss, then the sound of the stall unlocking. The first guy to exit looked mortified to see two people in the bathroom who had clearly heard what was going on. He made a quick getaway, but not before I saw his t-shirt had the logo of the resort we were headed towards. The next guy looked like a lumberjack or a truck driver, flannel and all. My boy waved to the hunky man and we grinned as he left, almost proud of what he’d been witnessed doing. My boy giggled as he headed to the stall to empty his own bladder. We both laughed as we finished our piss. I went to wash my hands and he joined me. He stood behind me and in the mirror over the sink, I saw his wide eyes. He held up a used condom, steaming with warmth. The reservoir was full of cloudy thick cum. I was instantly hard again. He handed me that rubber and nodded. Without a pause, my boy went back to the stall. I followed him. I knew he enjoyed me pouring my own cum out of a condom to lube my dick, and here he was wordlessly asking me to pour a stranger’s cum onto my dick and fuck it into his hole. My boy pulled down his pants and arched his back, sticking out his beautiful butt. He used both hands to spread his cheeks, leaning his cheek into the cold tile. I unzipped and let my rockhard cock fall onto his asscrack. Like some sort of filthy hotdog between big thick buns, I poured that cum onto my bare cock and eased it into my boy. He grunted and pushed back, fucking himself on that stranger’s load. Within minutes, both of our loads were swimming around inside my boy’s pussy. Only after I’d fuck the cum from that used condom inside my boy did I wonder if it was the lumberjack’s load or the resort employee. I figured it didn’t matter and not knowing definitely turned me on. I thought how raunchy of one of them to allow himself to sleep around and be fucked, but only safely. Andy asked me if anything more happened at the resort, and I nodded. I told him that I often carried a condom now just in case someone wanted to lose a load and I could bring it home to my boy. Just then, Andy’s phone vibrated, and he grabbed it. His boyfriend, Luke, was messaging to ask if he was headed home soon, followed by a horny emoji. He showed it to me and suggested we take the conversation back to his place. After all, I’d started this conversation with Andy when he gauged my interest in watching him fuck his boyfriend. We hailed a cab and, on the way, Andy texted Luke to tell him to prepare to put on a show, that he was bringing over company. Luke replied that he’d hop in the shower and that he was already cleaned out hoping for Andy’s load that night. He wrote a reply, showed me, and then deleted it without sending saying ‘YOU MAY GET MORE THAN ONE LOAD TONIGHT.’ I asked Andy flat out if he was into sharing Luke and he told me, while grinning, that he’d not really thought about going all the way. Then he winked. He asked me to describe what it felt like slipping into my boyfriend’s cummy freshly-fucked hole. With the cab driver listening, I described collecting full used condoms and pouring them onto my shaft and slipping that cum into my boy’s willing hole. I described how puffy and opened-up sliding into cum-slick ass felt, like a moist loose glove. I described to Andy how risky it was putting a stranger’s cum in my boy’s unprotected pussy. I could see Andy getting even harder in his pants. As we talked, he had one hand on his crotch and one on my thigh. The cab driver smirked at us as we pulled up to Andy’s building saying, ‘you boys have fun now.’ Andy raced to the door after asking me to stay outside for a minute to get things ready. He stepped inside and I turned back to note that the cab was still there. The driver was fiddling with his phone trying to pick him his next fare. I flagged him down as he started to pull away and walked back over to the car. He asked if I’d forgotten something. I nodded. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a condom. He looked confused. I pointed to the bulge in his pants and asked him to slip the rubber on and quickly rub one out. He instantly opened his fly and fished out a nice big cock. I rolled the rubber on and jerked him off. ‘I’m straight,’ he said, ‘but getting my wife seeded turns me on too!’ He came within thirty seconds. I tossed my business card at him suggesting we stay in touch. He yanked the condom off and I tied it up. The cab drove off as I arrived on the stoop just in time for Andy to invite me in. I held up the cab driver’s condom as Andy’s jaw dropped and he beckoned me inside, knowing something amazing was about to happen. To be continued….2 points
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After a few minutes Mike came back and started to undo the restraints. He helped me onto my back and held me while the blood flowed back into my limbs, kissing my neck all the while. “How do you feel?” “Amazing.” “Good, think you can make it downstairs now?” “What’s down stairs?” “Im sure Jack and Erik have something good planned for you. When I left them, Jack was balls deep in Erik and getting ready to breed him.” “Fuck, I need to see that.” The thought of Erik, the man who now owned my hole, taking a load made my cock leak in its cage. As quickly as I could I made my way downstairs, the plug slamming against my prostate as I walked. Mike followed closely making sure my still tingling legs didn’t give out. Mike hadn’t been joking. Jack had Erik kneeling on the couch, bent over the back. Erik’s head was tossed back in lust, clearly enjoying the pounding Jack was giving him. Mike lead me around the couch so I could watch Jack’s cock sliding in and out of Erik’s hairy hole. With each stroke the hair around Erik’s hole clung to Jacks slick cock, I was mesmerized. “Your new boy is here watching you take my load. Go look in your man’s face boy, see who you really belong to.” I moved to kneel by Erik’s head, resting the plug on my heel to keep it in place. Erik opened his eyes and smiled, “Breed my hole Sir. I need it.” “That’s right,” Jack said. Erik looked me in the eyes and in a fucked out daze said, “I was Jack’s first boy. He bred me all through college. Eventually we started picking up boys of our own, but I will always be Jacks and all of my boys by default are his.” “Exactly, you’ll be going home with Erik; Erik will hold the keys to your cage; but in the end your cunts both belong to me. Take my fucking load,” Jack growled as he unloaded deep inside Erik. A look of euphoria washed over both of them, then Jack slowly pulled out of Erik’s hole. Mike fell to his knees to clean off Jack’s cock, but he moved Mike aside and came over to me. Dutifully I opened up and cleaned the cock that had just bred my new top. “Thank you. That is just want I needed Jack. Now,” Erik straightened up revealing another raging boner, “You ready for another load in that cunt boy?” “Fuck yes.” “On your back on the floor then.” I laid on my back in front of the three men and pulled my legs up to my chest. Erik squatted down over me with his ass aimed towards my face and pointed his cock down towards my hole. Jack reached in and pulled the massive plug from me with a wet squelch, leaving me gaped open for Erik. His dick plunged into my hole. I looked up as he slid inside me, right above me was his cum slick hole, wet and slightly gaped. There was a small trickle of cum running down the inside of his leg as he started to hammer at my hole. I belonged to an already owned man. I was the boy of someone who belonged to a true alpha. I had no idea what that made me beyond the absolute bottom rung on the ladder. “Fuck Mike, you wrecked this boys hole. He’s so fucking loose now.” “You said get him ready,” Mike replied. “No, you did good. He feels fucking amazing now. I never last long with one of Jack’s loads in me and now with your pussy all wrecked. Fuck, I’m going to breed you boy. Take my load. This is my hole now!” Erik started pumping his second load of the night into me. His hole winked above me and a small drop of cum landed on my chest. “Fuck,” he panted, “we’re gonna wreck your hole so it’s never tight again.” Erik pulled out, and then crouched over me, my legs were pressed tight to my chest. He kissed me. “You’re perfect, and we are going to have so much fun together.”2 points
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“How do you feel boy.” “Amazing Sir! Thank you.” “Mike, what do you think of your friends hole now?” Mike now stood behind me with the other two men, he rubbed my ass, and the slid a finger inside me. “He’s still a little tight I think,” Mike said wickedly. “Oh do you,” Erik said, “do you think you can fix that for me?” “Yes Sir! I sure can.” “Good, Jack lets go get another drink and we’ll let the boys have a little fun before round two.” “Sounds good to me.” I couldn’t see them, but I heard them leave and go back down stairs and then I was alone with Mike. “Are you glad you came to dinner now,” Mike asked when we were alone. “Oh my god yes. That was amazing. Is Erik serious about keeping me?” “Absolutely.” “And about locking my cock away.” “Yep.” “Fuck I cant wait.” “Well, guess with how you did so far… I don’t think they’ll make you wait till morning for that.” “It looks so hot on you!” “You’re going to look amazing as a pussy boy.” “How are you going to open me up with your cock locked up though.” “Oh, we have plenty of things to help with that,” Mike got up and moved out of my field of vision, “My guess is they’ve gone down stairs to get a drink and might fool around with each other for a while, so we probably have an hour for me to work this hole into a real pussy like mine.” “They play with each other?” “Even Daddies need to get bred. Now, take a deep breath and when I tell you let it out slowly.” I took a deep breath as instructed and felt something cool and firm press against my hole. “And breath out,” Mike said calmly as he started to press whatever he was holding into my cummy hole. I let the air out slowly and focused on keeping my body relaxed. I could tell he was stretching me wider than either cock had but strapped down as I was I had no way to see what he was sliding into my hole. Eventually my breath turned into a moan as the shaft of the toy slid deeper and deeper into me. “Fuck that feels huge,” I groaned. “This is my warm up toy now, I’ve ridden it every day since Jack locked me up. You’ll get used to it, and when you do you wont need anything but a little spit for Erik to slide deep inside you. And trust me, with how often Erik like’s to breed a hole you’ll want to be ready for it.” “Does he breed you a lot too?” “Not as often as Jack, though this week he’s been horny as fuck. He bred me in the grocery store today when we were getting stuff for dinner.” Mike was now slowly working the toy in and out of me, occasionally spitting on the shaft to make it side in and out of me easier. I for my part was relaxing into it, there was nowhere for me to go so I just gave up. I let my hole open wide and accept what Mike pushed inside. “Fuck, you just opened right up. Let’s try something bigger.” Mike pulled the toy out and flopped it on the bed in front of me. It was a three-inch-thick and probably a foot-long black dildo now covered in spit, cum, and ass juice. I was shocked it had slid inside me so easily. Before I could really be shocked by that though a new toy was pressed into me and I repeated the deep breath let out slowly technique Mike had instructed me on. This once was certainly thicker than the last and much longer. I quickly felt it against my second hole and had to breath slowly willing my insides to accommodate that invading dildo. “That’s it, let me in. Let this dildo slide deep inside you. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to taking all of these. Now that you belong to Erik its going to be my job to get your pussy in shape. We’re going to spend a lot of time with these toys till the just slide in your hole with no problem. Breath deep babe, you can take it.” With Mike’s words of encouragement, I felt something give way inside of me and suddenly what felt like six more inches of dildo slide inside me. We did that with four more toys, each time he would flop the dildo down in front of me just before pushing the next one into my hole. They were all shockingly large. Maybe it was because I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I felt so calm and safe that my hole was able to do things I had never thought it would before. The last thing he did before saying he was going to go check on the men was show me a six inch wide plug and then stuff it deep inside my exposed and gaping hole. I moaned, and then collapsed against my restraints.2 points
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I was living in Houston during one of the many hurricanes that have plagued that city. The complex I was living in was a really small two-story structure that was adorable and completely gay. There were no more than twenty units with a pool in the center courtyard. I lived on the lower floor near the entrance so I saw everyone coming and going. It was very friendly and quite cruisy. It didn’t take long to learn that this complex was quite notorious for its cruising at night. When I was feeling antsy, I would usually open my living room drapes and sit around watching who was walking about the grounds. One late Friday night, I saw a guy getting fucked in a second story corridor. I just stared. Amazing. One of the first encounters I had was with a young blonde guy who also lived in the complex. He would always wave hello and walk around in his really tight blue jean shorts. His ass was screaming in those shorts. This one evening he was lingering around my door when I finally opened the door and leaned against the frame and started chatting with him. Before wasting too much time he made it clear he wanted to get fucked. Perfect, I thought. He came inside and stripped immediately and jumped onto my bed, spread his legs wide and started playing with his ass in an erotic nasty way. I love a bottom to be nasty and assertive. If you want to get fucked, let me know it and tell me what you need. I got us a few beers and came back into the bedroom. He was getting all worked up. He slid a finger in his sweet hole and started moving it around. I stripped and got on the bed and fed him my cock. He swallowed it completely. I reached down and added my finger to his hole along next to his. He had a nice, hot, tight and hungry pussy. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and stuffed it all the way up his boy cunt. He was smooth and slippery. I really should have eaten him first, but he was moving quickly and needed some cock inside him fast. He encouraged me by saying things like, “Yeah stud that cock feels hot inside my ass. Fuck me, yeah, that’s it, fuck me.” It didn’t take long for him to blow his load which set me off. I pumped his ass full of my load. As soon as I was through, he popped my cock out of his ass and licked my cock clean. Then he started to get dressed. He was really friendly and said, “Anytime you need a piece of ass, no matter what time it is, stud, I’m in 11B. The door will be open, come on in.” And I did exactly that several more times. There was a black guy that lived on the lower level that I saw coming and going from time to time. He was seriously packing a heavy basket. He was rightfully proud of it and would stuff into a liquid pair of worn jeans. He’d adjust it to the right side and stage his balls so they accentuated his over-sized cock. You could even make out his cock hear through those jeans. He made it obvious to all that he had a huge cock. I remember thinking to myself, damn, that must be uncomfortable to be carrying that around all the time. He was a hot looking guy, probably around 29 or so. A neighbor a few doors down had befriended me and we were sitting outside chatting when the hot black guy walked by and said hello. My neighbor asked if I knew the guy. I said no and he told me his name was Michael. “He tried to pick me up once, but I wouldn’t go near him.” I asked why? He told me that even though the guy was hot, “What the hell was I supposed to do with a cock that big? I’m pretty good, but not that good.” I just sort of smiled and thought damn, how big can he really be? It was really late on a Saturday night and the courtyard was getting really cruisy. I kid you not, probably 15 or so guys walking about looking into windows. I was watching TV in my living room with the curtains open sort of keeping one eye on the tube and the other eye on the courtyard. It was very erotic watching these guys pick up my neighbors. Then there was a tap at my door. I opened it and a guy said, “He man, what’s up?” I looked at him and he was pretty hot looking and I thought, why the hell not? I said,” Not much here bud, what are you into?” He told me he was open but that he really wanted a chance to eat my hot ass. I opened the door a little wider. The guy came in and said that there was just one thing, he was here with his lover and could his lover join in? I asked what his lover was into and he said, “Three-ways.” I said sure and he left and returned with a hot looking guy. Both guys were in their mid twenties with a slim, muscular build. The boyfriend was taller and more muscled. We all started stripping during introductions and the first guy immediately got on his knees behind me and spread my ass cheeks and started eating. Man his tongue was deep and wet. His boyfriend stripped and showed me a nice hard 8” cock with a thick mushroom head to it. I bent down and started sucking his cock. He worked the back of my head and helped me to deep throat him. As soon as I hit bottom, he groaned in a hot masculine guttural way. I loved feeling that thick cock buried in my throat. In the mean time, the shorter guy was making a pig of himself in my ass. Spit was dripping down my thigh and off my balls. He pulled his face out of my ass and told his boyfriend, “David, you gotta eat some of this, man. This is excellent ass.” David got down and began to eat me out, too. Then each of these hot fuckers plowed my ass till I was begging for them to blow their loads. They deposited two hot loads deep inside me and left. I fell asleep feeling very contented and really full. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a hand on my ass and was startled. Lying on my stomach, with only a sheet to cover up with, I tried to assess the situation but was jarred awake and looked up and it was my neighbor, the black guy, Michael. We had never really met, but here he was in my bedroom. I could feel his hand on my ass and I swear he swiped a finger across my hole as he awakened me. I wonder if he could tell that I had been creamed earlier. He told me my front door came ajar and with all of the foot traffic, he thought I should close it and lock it. He said it was not safe. I guessed the wind had blown the door open in the middle of the night. I was caught off guard, thanked him and gathered the sheet up and wrapped it around my waist and walked him to the door. I fell back to sleep, but never stopped wondering if he was trying to finger me. I also knew I wanted this guy to fuck me to death. I didn’t know how I would get his attention again, but I started fantasizing about his huge cock and wondered what it would look like going into my pale white cunt. I had to have him. Later in the summer a hurricane was predicted to be a direct hit to Houston. Everyone was making emergency arrangements. Most of my neighbors had decided to ride the storm out so I thought I would join them instead of going to my family’s house up north. Soon a full fledged hurricane party was organized. Everyone would stay in the lower apartments and one apartment would be used for drinks, one for food, another was to store debris that blew around the courtyard to prevent it from breaking any windows. The winds picked up early Friday morning and the rains came and pummeled us throughout the night. Saturday the eye crossed us around 9:00 p.m., and then we got the wet side, but everything was in control. People were having fun, taking care of business and eating and drinking and feeling very neighborly. Michael, the black stud I craved was nowhere to be found. I hadn’t seen him the night before either. I suspected that he went to stay with friends in a safer place away from the storm. As the evening wore on, the worst of the storm passed and I was starting to get tired and thinking about leaving to go to my apartment which was not being used for anything. In the corner of my eye I saw Michael enter the unit I was in. This was the unit that served drinks. Of course the evening cocktail was a Hurricane. He got a drink and headed right for me. He said hello and asked how I was. He said, “Wow, dude, I haven’t seen you since that night your door was wide open. I hope that I didn’t scare you off.” I said no, that I was so groggy and sleepy; I barely remember that evening, except that he probably saved me from getting robbed or something. He then leaned in and whispered, “Man I wanted that ass of yours so bad, but you were so out of it that I decided the timing was all wrong. I really liked what I saw.” I was so fucking turned on by this and said, “Man you should have taken what you needed I would have been fine with that.” He said “Well the storm has several more hours why not make good use of the time?” Then he said, “Give me your hand.” I reached out and he took my hand and placed it directly on his huge bulge. I quickly turned to look and see if anyone could see us. He was packed in so tight. I could feel the heat emanating from his jeans. I was excited and scared at the same time. I knew I wanted this black mother fucker, but I didn’t think I could handle him...in any capacity. He leaned in closer and put his lips against my ear and said, “I’m gonna make your pussy wet and your pucker is going to be glowing rosy-red when I’m through with you. Have you ever had a big nigger dick in that puss?” I started to sweat and could feel moisture gather along the crack of my ass. I cleared my throat and told him that I had and that I loved black cock. He said, “I’m not talking about black cock. I’m talking about pure nigger dick. Let’s go.” We got to my apartment and he started to unbutton his jeans; he wore no underwear. He left his jeans unbuttoned and took off his shirt. He was built like a brick shit house. Well defined muscles, quarter-sized nipples and he was blue-black. His bush was short and tight and I couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. I was starting to sweat because I was boned and anxious. I didn’t know what to do next. He lit a joint and passed it to me. I took a toke and inhaled deeply as he started feeling me up. He unbuttoned my shirt and started tweaking my nips. He got rid of my shirt and started to unzip and push my jeans to my knees. Leaning down he took my left tit into his mouth and started to nibble and suck. I took another hit off the joint and passed it back to him. I could feel his hand massage my shoulder and then move down my spine to the top of my ass. My cock was raging as he slid his hand down to my butt cheeks and further to my crack. He soon found my hole and rubbed across it and moaned along with me when he found it. He then bit my tit taking me to the edge. He stepped back and said, “Yeah dude, we’re gonna have a hot time tonight.” He lowered his jeans and his cock sprang free. I couldn’t believe it. I just stared at it speechless. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it; we’ll have a good time.” He had at least 12 inches of thick jet-black uncut dick. The length didn’t scare me as much as the thickness. I took it in my hand and couldn’t touch my fingers to my thumb. This was clearly the biggest cock I have ever seen, much less held, and certainly the blackest. I went to my knees and peeled back the foreskin from the enormous head. It was stunning to see this huge cock head drooling pre-cum. I licked it and savored the taste. Michael was encouraging me all the way telling me that I looked good with Nigger dick in my white mouth. He grabbed the back of my blonde head and tried to stuff it down my throat. I pulled back and looked up at him and said, “Dude, I will swallow your cock, but you’ve got to give me time to get used to it, cool?” He smiled and let go of my head. Don’t get me wrong I love having cock forced down my throat, but this was serious business. Someone could get hurt. And I wanted to do this right. I got up and suggested he get on the bed and lay back. I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers and lube and got between his legs. I greased his cock with Astroglide and it glistened. I went back to work. I licked his cock and sucked it for 10 minutes or so and licked down to his balls. I sucked one in my mouth then took my fingers and stuffed the other one in my mouth along with the first one. He was grinding his hips upward so I knew he was getting hotter. I tightened up on his balls while pulling away creating a pressure that I knew he’d love. I spit his balls out and licked back up his shaft. I took a small hit off the poppers, sucked in my breath and got as much spit into my mouth as I could muster. I started to descend down his cock and soon felt the huge head at my throat. I inhaled a little more and pushed. Nothing happened. I tried again and still nothing. I was drooling spit all around this guy’s cock and sliding up and down spreading it as best as I could. There was a lot of real estate to cover. Finally, I pushed hard and kept the pressure on his cock, and then something popped. It was his cock head. It had popped from the back of my mouth then into my throat. I actually felt my throat expand to accommodate his girth. I was a bit stunned at first, but stayed perfectly still. Michael was moaning and started to play with my hair. I looked up at him and he made eye contact with me. He had this hot lusty look on his face. “You’re doing great white boy. You can do this. Come on, take this cock. This is nigger dick and you know you want it.” I did want it. I slowly started to push even more of his cock into my throat. My eyes were watering. I knew if I panicked, I would have to spit his cock out and start all over. I was now more than half way there. My eyes were bulging out. I stopped and tried to breathe through my nose. It worked, I got oxygen and calmed down and continued my descent. He started growling louder and louder as I went further and further down. Snot started running out of my nose but I didn’t care. I felt little micro-pricks on my upper lip. I opened my eyes and saw a jet-black forest that was his pubic hair. The wiry hairs were sticking into my lips. Fuck me! I was at the base of his cock. I had deep-throated the biggest cock I have ever had. He started gyrating and moaning and cursing. Michael and I made eye contact. There were tears in mine. I needed to breathe. I tried to breathe through my nose and again, it worked. Michael looked at me with pure lust and said, “Oh my fucking god! Please don’t stop. Please stud, Can I fuck your throat? Please let me, just a little?” I signaled him he could. Michael took the locks of my hair in each hand and got a good grip and then started to slide his big fucking dick in and out of my throat. I knew I couldn’t do this for too long, but I wanted to please my black stallion. He picked up the pace while I focused on controlling my throat muscles and keeping my lungs filled with air. He was breathing hard and grunting and cursing. “Eat dick, you cocksucker. Oh baby, fuck yeah, take that nigger dick all the way down. Look at that!” With that he stuffed his monster all the way to the base and held it there. I was starting to gag on it. Saliva was drooling out everywhere. Snot was coming out of my nose and I needed air, but neither of us cared so Michael started his assault again. He was skull fucking me brutally and my throat was starting to get sore. Still, I was in heaven. The smell of this stud was intoxicating. Suddenly he pulled out and through his labored breathing said, “Fuck, man, no one has ever done that to me before. Not like that. I almost lost it. But I want more from you than a blow job. Turn around and show me what you got.” Still gasping for air, I grabbed my poppers and turned around and buried my face in the pillow sticking my ass up in the air. I felt Michael crawl on top of me. He felt so warm and his cock was wedged between his stomach and my ass cheeks. It was wet and still emanating heat. He was grinding and kissing the back of my neck. He reached around and grabbed my tits with each hand and was twisting them. He whispered in my ear again, “I want you to turn around on your back, spread your legs and show me your that pearly white ass and pink pussy.” I turned around onto my back and spread my legs and lifted each knee and opened my ass for him to see. He moaned and started massaging both cheeks of my ass. He got down low and told me to finger myself. I could feel his breath on my hole. I inserted a finger in. He started licking my finger as it went in and out. I pulled completely out and he sucked my finger all the way down to the knuckle. He then stuck his tongue into my hole. Damn that felt good. I purred into the pillow. “Good pussy, stud.” He really started eating my ass out good at that point. Lapping at first then inserting his tongue as far as possible. He was making jabbing fucking motions with his tongue. He kept pushing my legs higher and higher. He told me to take each leg and pull it back and hold it there. I tried but that wasn’t the right position for him. He grabbed some pillows and stuffed two under my butt lifting it up and another two behind my head. He told me to grab my ankles and hold them back as far as I could. This was the perfect position. I grabbed each ankle and brought them to either side of my head. I could actually see both of them with my peripheral vision. “Can you see your cunt, baby?” Looking down I told him surprisingly, that I could. I had a perfect shot of my glistening rose bud. I made it wink and spit bubbled out. Michael slid two fingers into me. I loved the way his coal-black fingers looked stuffed in my ass. I wanted to get fucked so bad. I was so horned for some big black nigger dick. I understood what Michael meant when he told me he didn’t have a black cock. Michael added a third finger and started licking the outer perimeter of my ass ring. He was really getting me opened. He added some lube and started sliding his fingers in and out steadily. I was really getting turned on. Then he added more lube and a forth finger. I was making sounds and squirming from side to side. Michael looked right into my eyes and said, “Oh baby that is right where I want to be. I love your fucking ass. You ready?” I looked at him and nodded. The hurricane outside was raging full force and so was I. He put the bottle of poppers under my right nostril and closed the left nostril and I inhaled. He repeated the other side. I began to feel light headed. He pulled his four fingers out of my ass and I looked down. His huge cock head was black and shiny with lube. He put the head at my pucker, which was rosy red just liked he’d promised earlier. I was starting to feel the poppers at this point, and then I felt him put pressure on my ass rim. Nothing was happening so I pushed out. “Good boy, work that pussy. You know what you want.” he said. I pushed out again and the head pushed through my ring and he slowly slid his cock in to the base. I gasped. His cock was huge. This big fat cock was buried all the way inside me; his bush was pricking my cunt lips. I started breathing again and thought, damn, this is as much dick as I could possible have inside me. I was stretched to the max. I was definitely full. I felt Michael flex his rock hard cock. I clamped down on my ass in response. He said, “That’s it baby, talk to me. Let daddy know you like his nigger dick in your pussy.” I clamped down again and then again. “Ready?” he asked? I was still holding my legs back looking down at this monster dick buried in my ass. “Yeah dude, I’m ready. Fuck me stud,” I said. He asked, “You want this big nigger dick in your pussy?” I said, Hell yeah, man fuck my ass. Give it to me, fucker and don’t be gentle. Fuck me like a man.” He put the popper bottle under my nose and fed me the only elixir that would get me through to upcoming fuck. He slowly started pulling out and stopping only to apply more lube and then pushing back in. His fucking motion and the sheer size of his cock created a vacuum in my ass which in turn made a sloppy airy squishy farting noise that you only hear when the fuck is nasty. Michael started grunting and cursing again. Every few minutes he would feed me more poppers and body slam into me again. I clamped down on his cock to give him his money’s worth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Sweat was pouring off his face and onto me. Each time he slammed back into my cunt he was making me more of a whore for his black cock. Michael told me to watch this. I looked down and he pulled his saturated dick completely out and slammed it back into my ass. Now my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He repeated this 8 or 10 times. Then he pulled out, and quickly slid 4 fingers and most of the palm of his hand into my ass and slowly twisted. We both moaned incoherently. Michael made eye contact and said he loved the warmth and feeling of a freshly fucked hole. He shoved his cock back in and jack-hammered be into the bed. My head was slamming against the headboard which knocking pictures off the wall. I was delirious and moaning jumbled sentences begging him to fuck me. I reached down between our legs and scooped up globs of pre-cum, lube and ass juice and lubed my cock up. I looked up at Michael, who was now basically doing push-ups on top of me, made eye contact and stuttered the words, “Wreck my fucking cunt.” At that instant, blew my load all over my face, Michael’s face and both of our chests. Volley after volley landed somewhere across one of us. That did it for Michael. “This is how it feels to get nigger fucked. Here I go you fucking hot white-trash motherfucker.” He pumped harder and hard then buried his cock and stayed still. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I felt it pulse really hard. He shot load after load into me. His cock continued to pulse and I could actually feel the heat of his cum inside me. He stayed still while his cock finished blowing its nut. I lost track of cum shots and heartbeats as they soon became one in the same. He laid there on top of me for a few minutes catching his breath. Once in a while he’d flex his cock and I would return the gesture by clamping down on his softening dick. After we recovered, Michael slowly pulled his cock out of my ass causing a vacuum “whoosh” sound and a small river of cum began to flow out of my ass. He looked at it and said, “That’s hot.” I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. The storm eventually passed. I never did get together with Michael again. We’d pass each other at the complex and flirt. Once we even tried to get together again, but it never seemed to work out. I will never forget that night in the hurricane.1 point
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For me, it was when I was owned by a black master for about 8 months. Alot of that time was during the covid lock down, and he stayed at my place for most of it. He INSISTED that I drink his piss. I tried it a few times with him and really didnt like it, but he INSISTED. (this man had such a power over me) He made it a goal to train me to be a piss drinker, I suffered through it cuz I wanted to make him happy and was afraid he was stop using me. He made me drink his piss EVERY single day, most days it was multiple times a day. After about a month I was dropping to my knees and gulping down his piss when instructed with no resistance or complaining. After a few more months though,,,, I could not believe what he had done to me, I EAGERLY drank his piss. To the point where I asked him if he would ONLY releave himself in my mouth. It really fucked with my head, how he conditioned me like that. And scared me also, realizing he might be able to condition me to do worse things. He jokingly said one time that he would condition me to eat his shit if he wanted, that terrified me. He has sense moved out of the state, when he did, I literally went through withdraws of him using me. To this day,,, I am a piss dinker.1 point
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Deep inside so I can keep that load in me all day and night. Hate seeing hot cum being wasted.1 point
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Sounds like a good venue plus the educational part beforehand (hand!!!) I'd enjoy attending if I returned to the NY/NJ region to visit relatives. I'm a medium experienced top man for fisting.1 point
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Yeah. Im 7-8" but only bottom. Im on the market for a daddy dom who wants too cage me fulltime.1 point
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You'd probably get more attention with a smaller cock in a chastity cage.1 point
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The prospect of being monetized for their benefit doesn't foster the kind of mutual connection I'm after. Nor am I into performative shenanigans. Be authentic, and be present.1 point
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I had a thing for straight-ish (more like repressed) republican leaning middle of the road white men in college. I was very proud my ability to essentially cosplay aa "masc" even though I was never white enough to fully fit in these bro-friends... I suppose it was a pervy fetish mixed with a personal hatred for oneself while trying to understand who and I between mind, body, and horniness. And to be honest when your first experiences are fucking around with sexually frustrated friends, their roommates, bi-dads, etc., you go with the flow. Much misalignment with these type later, I started hooking up with more liberal and democratic minded guys as my journey continued throughout college. Sex was just always better. I used to pretend I hated the types of guys that would go to a gay club, but secretly I wanted to fuck them and drain them all. Started checking out xxx arcades, spas, and sex clubs and playing with a confident man who's sure of himself, his queerness, and sexual ability blows those repressed fucks out of the water. It took me a while before I cozied up to more effeminate men, but I've had more mind-blowing sex with them too. I was def surprised you a trans woman with a purse topped me so good one night like the whore I deserve to be. The journey continues... but Democratic cock and hole are the best, and they will always get my vote for debauchery!1 point
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I'm fully vaxxed and healthy, but I'm off the market with how COVID is. I work directly with the public in a high risk environment and I've already had COVID once. I am extremely careful and not interested in reinfection or spreading further infections. I'm in a weird place now psychologically. I feel like having a sex life must either be a 200mph death race or final days in a convent.1 point
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4. The Tale of Scooby and Shaggy You see them now, what, in their early thirties? That’s about right. How they met? One story. How they died? Two stories. But back to now. Eddie Gleason, the fat actor, comes out the side gates and yells for Scooby and Shaggy to get their asses to the playroom, pronto. “I brought Scooby snacks,” he croons, as if the stepped on coke they know he always brings would motivate them. It’s more what Mac and Dante would do to them if they didn’t perform. Eros and Tommy defiantly finish their spaghetti and meatballs, okay, Spaghetti-Ohs that comes with something vaguely resembling meat. While they’re eating Eros complains to Tommy it’s too high in carbs, but Tommy reminds him it’s what's in the cupboard. They look at each other hearing the fat man baying for Scooby and Shaggy again, like they didn’t hear him the first time. They set down their spoons together. “Sit and spin time,” Tommy says, woefully. They’re in synch like they most often are, picking up their spoons again and continue a few more shovelfuls mostly to put off the inevitable. But they’ve lost their appetite. Tommy takes the bowls and scrapes out what’s remaining and then washes the dishes in the sink. Eros lights a cigarette, comes up behind Tommy, and lets him take a hit while he’s washing. Eros isn’t one for broad displays of affection but he know what Tommy’s feeling. He leaves his fingers against Tommy’s lips as T draws in smoke. His arms around Tommy, he takes a hit himself. Eros is back in a moment where he’s just Eric, smoking a cigarette on a Bronx street after swearing he'd quit for the millionth time. He has to take a wicked leak. He far enough from his Bronx apartment shared with his brother that he doesn’t think he’ll make it. He steps on this last butt and promises he won’t pick up another pack, then ducks in a dark alley. There’s light snoring in a corner where a guy’s passed out on a stained mattress. They’re in their twenty back then. He thinks the guy would be cute if you looked passed his filthy clothes, his stringy hair and his track marks. Eric, as the middle brother in a series of three, has a bit of a sadistic streak from torturing baby bro, Evan. But, since this is just between us, he also has a masochistic streak being under the thumb of his much older bro, Eli, who’s pretty much a sociopathic monster. (Yeah, he’s in a family that likes E names.) He whips out his cock and pees on the cute guy snoring away. He immediately regrets it. Tommy sputters waking from a dream of being in a warm bathtub, sharing it with a long-ago boyfriend. Since deceased. Brain cancer. Didn’t know him at the end. Part of his depression leading to this particular alley. “What the fuck,” he blurts, once he realizes what splashed in his face. “Motherfucker!” He wobbles to stand. The mattress isn’t helping him with his balance. “The fuck you think you’re doing, man?” “Sorry,” Eric says, really meaning it. He doesn’t know why he did it. It would be something Eli would find funny and Evan would think him a pig for doing. Devil and angel on his shoulders, always. His bi-polar problem. Tommy’s feisty and up in his face, but seeing the guy’s a head shorter than him he knows he could take him if it came to that. But the guy’s orneriness mixed with him being destitute makes him sympathetic in Eros’ eyes. He really is genuinely sorry. “Didn’t know you were there till I heard something. I turned to see, and I guess it was you snoring,” he lies. “Now I smell like piss. Fuck dude. Why’d you gotta do that?” “Totally my bad, friend,” Eric confesses, now kind of disgusted about the whole thing. “Get you a cup of coffee. Peace offering.” Tommy looks him up and down as best he can in the shadows—a streetlight on the sidewalk doesn’t bring much light this far back, which is kind of the point. A part of him is completely humiliated. Another part is indignant. But another part of him is ravenously hungry. “And a donut,” he interjects. “Sure,” agrees Eric. “Get you one at the Korean market.” Tommy wipes his face on his sleeve, looks at his dirty blue and grey—used to be blue and white—striped shirt. He sees most of the fucker’s piss hit him in the face not his clothes. Is he supposed to be happy about that? He’s sure he still stinks, just not of piss. Eric rummages his pockets and finds a pack of tissues, gives it to the guy. The guy wipes his wet face. Hands back a damp tissue. “Keep it,” Eric says, as they make their way to the Korean store. It’s a warm night for fall. Leaves brown or missing, but pleasant for October. Tommy hesitates outside the market. He knows the Korean lady doesn’t like when he comes in. The tall asshole brings out two coffees and a donut in a paper bag. Glazed. His favorite but he won’t say that. They walk to the edge of the park and sit on a series of benches far enough apart that it looks like they don’t know each other. Tommy’s gobbles half the donut before Eric asks, “You live here long?” Tommy sucks the sweet sugar off his fingers and scoffs, “Yeah, right.” Tommy slowly savors the second half of the donut. In a way he doesn’t want the asshole to leave. First person to actually talk to him in as many days as he can remember. He’s shivering as he drinks his coffee. The caffeine’s not mixing well with him coming off his buzz. Quarter of his donut left, he feels compelled to cross-examine the guy, “You live around here?” “I do,” Eric replies. “Grew up here in the Bronx. You?” “Massapequa. It’s on Long Island.” “I know it’s on Long Island. I go to Jones Beach all the time.” He sees Tommy look away from him. “My parents are in Westchester now, but I have an apartment here with my brother.” Tommy takes one of two last bites. “Lucky you.” Tommy’s back in snide, could give a shit mode. He sees Eric slap his knee and is done with him. “Hey, thank you,” he says quickly. He realizes he hasn’t really thanked someone is a long. He means it, too. Eric looks at him and sees he means it. Tommy’s down to the final bite of his donut, gets up wiping his hands on dirty jeans. Thinks for a moment for something else to say. He’s got nothing. “Got any spare change?” It’s the default go-to tape always running in his head. Eric’s on his feet, reaching in his pocket. He’s almost grateful to play this role. He pulls out eighty-seven cents in change and gives it to the bum. His fingers are always counting coins in his pockets because, well, that’s Eric. He notices the bum takes the handout with cupped palms. He’s examining the coins. He’s a little stooped over. This annoys Eric. The bums not old enough to stoop. He’s his age. Maybe younger. Hard to tell because of the dirt. “No problem,” he says, and leaves to go make dinner for him and his brother. Every time he passes the alley now, he looks for the guy he pissed on. He never sees him there. Then one weekend, on a mild winter afternoon, the measliest traces of snow piled in the corners of buildings, he’s returning from the gym and there’s the guy at the subway entrance—not his subway line, which is a few blocks away—and the guy’s hands are cupped, he’s stooped again like some old beggar. He’s hassling the few pedestrians going down to catch their train. At first he pretends not to notice him, but he sees recognition in the guy’s face. But the guy doesn’t say anything, and he’s not going to say anything. So he keeps walking, picking up his pace. Now when he passes that same empty alley he feels guilty. Not every time, just some days. He sees the guy often at the subway entrance. When it’s really cold he imagines he’s downstairs. One Friday night when he’s coming back late from work, he’s so tired he misses a connection so he has to take a different line that ends up at this particular station. It’s February and bitterly cold. His brother Eli is spending the weekend in Westchester with Evan and his parents, pumping the folks for a loan so he can marry the fiancé he’s had on the hook since high school. She’s recently put her foot down. He’s got one, too, a fiancé, though for him it’s only been two months since he proposed. Him and his brother joke about who’s getting the ol’ ball and chain first. He’s walking to the exit and, on the opposite platform, there’s the guy in a maintenance door alcove. A couple of cops are hassling him with their nightsticks. Officer one says he can’t sleep there. He’s got to move on. In his tattered coat, the guy struggles to stand. He’s high, it’s obvious, but he’s aware enough to know that the cops aren’t going to let up till he’s gone. A subway screeches into the station and he heads for it. Officer two blocks his path. “Outside,” he says. Eric watches through the gap between subway cars, sees the guy stumbling up the platform steps. He and guy meet at the passageway between platforms, and walk next to each up to the street. The guy won’t acknowledge him, which kind of bugs Eric, but he also sees the guy has a sliver of pride still in him. Or maybe the guy’s just so high he doesn’t recognize him. The wind’s howling on the street. There’s a few snowflakes in the air but the weather report says they’re about to get hit by the season’s first nor’easter. Eric steps in front of him and places a hand on his chest. The guy slaps it away. “Hey,” Eric says, trying to get the guy to look at him. “You got somewhere to go?” “Fuck off,” he says. He couldn’t tell you what day it is but he knows for damn sure he’s doesn’t need this pissing asshole’s help—things you remember when most everything else you don’t. In more than one shelter he’s been told freezing to death isn’t a bad way to go. His alley mattress had been tossed but that alley was out of the wind. For right now that’s all he cares about. Eric stops him again. “Listen, dick wad, I asked you if you had a place to go.” The guy stares at Eric. His eyes are glassy, pupils dilated the size of dimes, his eye dart left to right several times to see how much this guy is going to fuck with him. He’s a little afraid of him because of his size, but he’s been beat up before. So who fuckin’ care. “Well, do you?” the guy demands. “Sure, I got a suite at the Waldorf, now get the fuck out of my way,” he says, trying to push Eric aside. But the guy’s big and doesn’t budge, so he ends up bumping into him. He just stands there. His face buried in Eric’s chest. Eric rest his chin on top of his head. He smells. Well, what’d he expect? “C’mon,” he says, practically dragging him by his threadbare coat. Tommy, freezing and tired, doesn’t have the wherewithal to resist. At the stoop of Eric’s apartment, Eric asks him if he’s got a name. “Everyone’s got a name,” Tommy says, struggling up the stoop. “Tom. Tommy Price.” “Tommy P.,” Eric taunts, brightly. “The famous Mr. T paying me a visit.” Tommy gives him the stink-eye as he’s let into the building. This guy, he reckons, really is an ass. As soon as they’re in the apartment, Eric forces him into the shower. It’s a pretty big three bedroom apartment. One room for his older brother, one for Eric. The third bedroom was supposed to be for Evan, but since he’s still in high school he lives with their folks. So right now the bedroom’s empty, except there’s piles of GQ magazines all over the floor. All belong to Eric’s. Eric’s in the kitchen heating up a can of sloppy joe mix when a wet Tommy, wrapped with a towel around his waist, another one over his shoulders, wanders in. He seems lost, but looks a hundred times better than twenty minutes ago. Eric sniffs him. “Presentable,” he pronounces, to which Tommy sneers back. “Hungry?” Tommy flops in the chair, still tweaking but starting to get his bearings. “Fuckin’ kidding me?” He looks at the label on the counter. “Manwich?” he scoffs. Eric opened two buns on separate plates and divvies up the meat. “Got another dinner engagement, you’re welcome to leave.” “Fuck you,” Tommy says, snatching the plate and starts scarfing it down, orange sauce staining his sparse beard. In between open mouthfuls, he says, “I’m back in my fifth grade cafeteria!” He looks up at Eric. “You live in this big place alone?” He’s impressed but tries to not show it. “Nah, told you it’s me and my brother.” “What’s with the room with the nudie magazines?” “GQ, not nudie magazine,” Eric snaps, indignantly. “Right,” says Tommy, as he finished his sandwich. “You want another?” Tommy’s not one to refuse an offer. “Ab-so-lute-ly,” he says, merrily. He hasn’t felt warmth in his belly since he doesn’t know when. When it relaxes, Eric sees Tommy’s got a nice face, pretty almost, with a cute dimpled smile. The track marks, though, are definite off-putting. As he’s fixing Tom’s second round, Eric says, “So you can’t stay in my brother’s room, but I got a rollout under my bed.” “Sure. Whatever.” Tommy reaches up to relieve Eric of the plate before he might change his mind. Deep into the second sandwich, he asks while he chews, “So, like, what’s your name?” “Eric,” he says. He swallows. “Got a last name?” “Why?” “Just wondering. Most people do?” “Jones.” “Eric Jones. Sounds like an alias,” Tommy says, finishing the sandwich, then starts licking his bright orange fingers. “It’s okay. Lot of guys use phony names.” Eric laughs sardonically. “Well it’s my name.” “And you’re gay.” “No!” Eric states, emphatically. “What makes you think I’m queer?” It’s what Eli’s always accused him of, sometimes joking, sometimes not—now he’s pissed. “Why’d you ask me up here? Your brother out and all.” “You know what? I made a really bad call. You probably need to get out of here.” Eric won’t look at him as he’s taking the plates, spraying them in the sink, shoving them in the dishwasher—Tommy’s up on his feet saying sorry, sorry. Eric slams the dishwasher’s door. He leans his back against the counter, arms crossed. “My bad, man,” Tommy’s pleading. “Look, I’m an idiot. I never thought you were queer.” He’s backpedaling as fast as if his life depended on it. “No, man. I just didn’t know what was up, y’know? Like if you were expecting—” “I’ve got a fiancé,” Eric interjects. “A place in Scarsdale we’re moving to. At some point.” Tommy’s silent, like, whatever, doesn’t matter to him. Eric’s frustrated, exasperated. “Fuck I’m explaining to you for.” Then: “No good deeds goes unpunished, do they?” “Wouldn’t know,” Tommy says, drudging through the apartment looking for his clothes. “I try to avoid good deeds. So, where’s my clothes? I’ll leave.” “In the washer.” Tommy purses his lips. “So, what, now you’re shanghaiing me? Or you gonna throw me naked on the street? What’s the deal, man?” Tommy’s now frustrated, too, but more than anything he’s confused. “Sure. I’m kidnapping a bum off the street.” “I ain’t a bum.” “Sorry. I take a kid off the street—” “I ain’t a kid either.” A tremor goes through his body. He wraps the towel for warmth around his shoulders. He doesn’t want the asshole to see it, but his trembling is beyond his control. “You want a robe?” Tommy tries to mouth yes as his teeth chatter, but he knows a robe won’t stop his shaking. He knows what will. Eric goes to his bedroom and comes back with a thick terrycloth robe. Tommy takes the towel off his shoulders, puts on the robe. He pulls the towel from his waste and Eric glimpses a red and black tattooed demon from navel to cock on Tommy. He ties the robe and wraps his arms around himself, which doesn’t keep his teeth from chattering. Tommy’s agitated, thinking through what he’ll need to do to score: who; where. “So, when my clothes dry I’ll leave.” “Shut the fuck up.” The washer buzzes and Eric goes in the laundry room. There’s banging of metal, appliance doors opening and closing, clicking, then a whir of a dryer. “You don’t have to fuckin’ leave.” Tommy is again search the apartment. “I had a coat when I came in.” “In the hall closet. Don’t worry. I didn’t steal your stash, or whatever. An empty baggie fell out. I just threw it out.” “In here?” Tommy asks, going through the kitchen garbage can. He finds the baggie. Opens it. Rubs his finger getting any residual powder and spreading it over his gums. Eric looks on, repelled. “Better now?” Tommy looks slightly relieved. “You smoke?” he asks Eric. “Cigarettes?” Eric responds. “No. Smoke crack. Yes, cigarette.” “I quit. My brother might have left a pack,” Eric says, leaving the kitchen. He returns with a filtered cigarette and gives it to Tommy. Tommy gives a mock bows, then rips off the filter and tosses it in the trash. He bends over the gas stove and gets it lit. Tommy leans back on the stove and is as serene as Eric’s ever seen him. “So, what d’ya feel like doing? Little late news? Round of canasta?” Tommy arches a playful eyebrow. “What do you and your brother do at night?” Eric doesn’t like the implication. “Sleep, which is what I’d like to do. I bet you can’t though. You’re gonna be up all night?” “No. I’ll conk out at some point.” He follows Eric to his bedroom bringing the ashtray from the kitchen with him. The room’s Spartan. No poster, books, or pictures; a few CDs and CD player; a bong on his nightstand; and there’s a large TV on top of his chest of drawers. His closet, though, Tommy notes, is stuffed with nice clothes. “Wouldn’t mind falling asleep to a movie. Been a while since I did that. Smoke bother you?” Eric shakes his head and pulls a foam mattress from under the bed. Puts some sheets on it. He throws Tommy a blanket who tucks it under his arm. Eric turns on the TV, gives Tommy the controls, and tosses a couple of pillows from his bed on the foam mattress. Tommy quickly props himself up with the pillows. Tommy sets the ashtray next to him, stubs out his half-finished smoke, and flips through the channels till he finds an old black and white movie. He turns the sound way down so the actors are barely audible. Eric hangs his shirt and khakis in the closet. Crossing in front of the TV, he slips off his underwear with an attentive Tommy watching. He finds his gym shorts and slips them on. The room’s quiet except for the couple on TV. “If you want water or anything, you know where the kitchen is. You okay till your clothes dry?” “Don’t have much choice, do I?” Tommy’s looking up at Eric as he climbs into bed and shutting off the light. Blue lights flicker across the ceiling. Lauren Bacall’s sultry voice taunts Humphry Bogart, “You know how to whistle, Steve?” Tommy and Lauren speak as one: “You just put your lips together and blow.” The TV cuts to a car commercial and Tommy hits mute. Now it’s just blue lights and silence. Eric flips over on his side facing the wall. Under the covers, Tommy opens his robe and starts stroking his cock. This goes on for some time. A steady swishing of the cotton sheets. Tommy’s breathing. Tommy stops. Listens. Starts up again. He’s beats off for a while. Stops. Listens. Listens some more. What’s he listening for? For Eric’s reaction. He knows Eric’s awake. He’s too quiet to be sleeping. Eric, in fact, is barely breathing. Eric’s listening, too. Tommy can hear him listening. Tommy puts a hand under Eric’s sheets, finds Eric, who jumps and is now tense as a trapped hare. Tommy’s hand stays on Eric’s ribs, waiting for rejection, but it doesn’t happen. His body flows up into Eric’s bed. His hand reaches around Eric’s flat rippled stomach. Eric’s actually trembling. Tommy is at his neck. Gives his neck a soft peck, then his collar bone. His hand runs up Eric’s chest, turning him on his back. He runs his hand through the soft pelt of his chest. Up to his shaved chin, his clenched jaw, his open eyes staring straight at the blue dancing lights on the ceiling. Tommy slides himself up. Over his lips. Leans down so they meet. Eric puts out his hand, touches Tommy’s beard, not to stop him, but to feel whiskers for the first time. He’s never had a man’s this close to his face before. A new sensation. Beard on his skin. Whiskers brushing across his lips. A sparse blond beard on his cheek. It answers his question of what it would be like. Now he knows. Eric's erect like he’s never been before. Tommy finds it through his gym shorts and starts stroking him, disappearing under the covers, pulling off the shorts. Eric jumps as Tommy’s mouth devours his cock. His big cock’s never been deep throated, and he can’t believe a throat can swallow his member down to his pubes. But Tommy’s down there, his cockhead buried deep inside his throat. It’s enough to make him cum on the spot, but Tommy rises from under the sheets and straddles Eric’s waist. His wet cock pokes at Tommy’s ass and slowly Tommy’s lowers himself onto it. “You have Vaseline or anything?” Tommy asks. “Something you beating off with?” Eric takes a tube of KY from his nightstand and hands it to Tommy. Tommy lubes his hole and Eric’s mammoth rod, and eases down on the cock, lowering himself slowly, excitedly, till this butt rests amid Eric’s pubes. Then he starts writhing slowly, grinding his ass against Eric’s rock hard cock, pleasuring him with long strokes—from his tip then plunging down to his base. Eric runs his hands along Tommy’s sides, feels his smooth, flat chest, and for the first time grabs hold of a cock that’s not his own. Tommy’s hard, too, and Eric stroking him makes Tommy pounce on his cock that much harder. They’re easily in synch with one another’s bodies, as natural as one hand washing the other. Tommy plays with Eric’s nipples. It’s another new sensation. Eric’s not sure if he likes it, but apparently his dick does because he’s fucking Tommy’s ass harder still the more Tommy pinches his nipples. That’s not lost on Tommy, who tweaks Eric’s nipples even harder. Eric can’t hold back anymore, and bucks his cock into Tommy, holds his hips, fucking fiercely and spurting the most feral orgasm of his organized life. He’s loud and he doesn’t care. “Fu—uh—ck!” he shouts, taking Tommy’s hips and slamming them down repeatedly on his cock. Tommy’s right there spewing cum over Eric’s hairy chest. They keeping fucking after each of them has climaxed, simply enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. One hand still washing the other. Tommy riding Eric’s cock, drawing out as much cum from him as possible, and Eric seeing that by stroking Tommy’s spent cock it makes him flinch and moan—a torture he gets off on, inflicting small torments on this guy. “Stop,” Tommy begs him after he’s been milking him for quite a while, but that only makes Eric snarl and continues the torture. Tommy’s contributing, too, continuing to gyrate Eric’s big cockhead, but it’s getting softer and threatens to pop out. So Tommy stills Eric’s hand and simply rests on Eric’s deflating dick. Even flaccid, Tommy finds it still fills his ass with its enormous girth and length, and won’t come out even if he squeeze it. That’s a new one. He’s content to let it rest inside him for now, and Eric’s happy to have his cock buried in such a warm, wet ass. When Tommy leans over to lap up cum entwined on Eric’s neck, Eric’s cock oozes out along with a dribble of spunk. Tommy’s got of mouth full of cum and bends over to pass it to Eric. Eric turns his face to the side causing Tommy to frown. He slurps down the cum. “More for me then,” he says, and flops next to Eric. Eric turns to his side and kisses Tommy, tasting salty remnants of cum for the first time. So many firsts. He feels like he’s suddenly seeing color after living a lifetime in black and white. But he can’t see past tonight, even past this moment. How could he ever integrate this street person, this bum, a beggar, who’s opened his eyes to a spectrum of hues where he lived only in monochrome before? Would he pull Tommy up, or will Tommy pull him down? Tommy lights up the half-finished cigarette from the ashtray, lighting it with matches from Eric’s bong. Eric slips his arm under Tommy’s head, who rests it back on Eric’s shoulder. Eric plucks the cigarette from Tommy’s fingers and takes a hit. Still holding the cigarette, he lets Tommy take a drag. It’s like Tommy’s kissing his fingers. He is. Tommy’s finished with the dishes at the sink in their island shack. He removes the cigarette from Eros’ fingers, takes a hit before giving it back. “Time to sit and spin.”1 point
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I'm not fem, so if you are asking if I'd want a pussy instead of a cock and balls, the answer is: Hell no! I love my cock. If you are asking if I'd like a fully functional female reproduction system in addition to my male anatomy, again the answer is: Hell no. I don't want to make babies. But, if you are asking if I'd like to add an extra hole dedicated for sex without the risk of pregnancy then I'd say, Fuck yeah -- it would give me more options for getting fucked, plus I wouldn't have to clean out my ass every time I wanted to get fucked.1 point
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I think the ones who have problems with what you are doing, I call "politigays," are assimilators or straight apologists. And I think they are harmful to the gay community. If straight people question me about the loose morals of gay men, I stop them and say that "straight people" lost the right to judge or tell us anything we do is right or wrong the minute they kicked us out of churches, families and denied us our rights and pushed us to the outer limits of society. If politigays, question my ethics I tell them I have no desire to assimilate like a good little lap dog to straight society. We are losing our gay spaces and gay culture and so many of us are willing participants in the lifeless heteronormative lifestyle. I feel that one day we will regret the ceding of territory to straights and politigays.1 point
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I don't think there is a tried and true formula for this issue. I think it depends on where you meet, what their profile clues you into, and on conversations and context clues. A safe rule of thumb I live by is to match to the more conservative individual. If they are looking for a long term partner, then go ahead and breach the subject. And don't see other people unless you've talked about it. You can simply ask their expectations while dating. If they want to see other people, and expect you not too that's a red flag. If they expect both of you to proceed while seeing other people, that's great. If they want monogamy, consider it carefully,. If you want that relationship and can stand monogamy then go for it. If you can't live in a monogamous relationship or are unsure, you had best walk away. Whatever the agreement is, it needs to be followed or breakup. I would say that when I have tried to play down my slutty side or pretended to be more wholesome it has always bit me in the ass. Its better to be honest about who you are.1 point
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I would say Rawtop and the moderators of breeding.zone for the basic reading of Rawtop's ethical and examining three dimensional look at barebacking. He realised that barebacking behavior is here to stay and rather than further stigmatizing HIV and/or ignoring it, he has recognized barebacking and its issues as a reality. This website gives avenues for fantasy, information and talks about sex in a real way. No matter what side of the coin you are on and whether or not you agree with Rawtop everytime on every issue, people leave the site more enlightened and with real information. One thing about breedingzone that is missing from educational or porn sites is the weighing in on moral and ethical concerns and his efforts to reduce harm and not information without demonizing people. He is a rare common sense voice in the adult gay space.1 point
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And I say fuck those guys. One of the reasons for going on Prep was that I didn’t have to discriminate anymore or participate in the whole stigmatization crap. Now I find that weirdly turned around. A month or so ago, I write on here about my first encounter with someone go only wanted to “knock me up.” I deal with enough flakes in my line of work. I’m on prep-descovy to be precise- if it bothers someone, move the fuck along. If that’s harsh, I’m in a mood today.1 point
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My fucking cock is leaking good now and my hole is so hungry for cock and a fat load. I love your writing newboy1689 and can’t wait to see how this story develops but meanwhile I’m going to get cleaned up and out and find me a hot raw cock to worship.1 point
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For a moment my vision went completely white as my body rapidly expanded to accommodate Erik’s fat cock inside. Then slowly it returned and the invasion started to feel good. I relaxed and my hole opened up for him, and the rest of his cock sunk steadily inside me. “Oh fuck,” he said, “this boys pussy just swallowed my cock in problem.” “Your cock feels so good Sir,” I groaned as he started to slowly fuck me. I felt my hole being pulled back with him as he slid out of me, and then my guts being slammed back in place as he penetrated me again. I locked eyes with Mike who smiled and bet forward as he rode Jacks cock. He grabbed his cell phone off the coffee table and started to film me. “Look in the camera and tell Jack and Erik what you want,” he said, a wide wicked grin on his face. I looked right at the lens on the back of his phone and said “I want them to breed me. I want them to make me a cumdump like you. I want to belong to Erik.” The words tumbled out of me as Erik picked up his pace. I knew they were the truth though. Seeing how happy Mike was caged and sliding up and down with ease on Jack’s fat cock I knew I wanted to feel like that too. I started to push my ass back on Erik’s cock, trying to pull him in deeper. He growled and grabbed the back of my hair pulling me off the couch. He dug is cock in deep and ground his hips against my ass. His balls were resting against mine as he pushed past my second hole. I gasped and then let out a guttural moan as my body gave way and let him deep inside. He started to slowly fuck deep in my guts pushing past my second hole over and over again till it was open and accommodating as ass. I felt wet and loose already and he hadn’t even cum in me. I was sweating and panting. It was perfect. Mike was still filming me, and eventually dismounted Jack’s dick and walked around the couch to film Erik’s assault on my hole. Jack moved over to the couch and slid his cum slicked cock past my lips. I was trapped now, sandwiched between these two beefy men as they used my holes and my best friend filmed the whole thing. Erik’s fucking was so rough now he was forcing Jacks cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. I felt myself gasping for air and had to remember to breathe through my nose as the two kept me pinned. “Oh fuck slut, I’m about to fill your hole.” Jack pulled his dick out of my mouth and brought the camera over to my face. “Did you here what he said boy?” “Yes!” “Tell him what you want then.” “Please breed me! I want your load so bad Erik. Fuck me! Cum inside me!” “I’m going to flood your pussy boy. Fucking take my load!” He grabbed my hips, forced me forward so hard I fell over the front of the couch, and was stuck there impaled on his cock as he unloaded his balls deep inside of me. I felt warmth flood through my body as his load was shot into my guts. I relaxed for a minute, and felt a glazed look slide over my face. I hadn’t even touched my cock but I felt totally satisfied, that is until Erik slid his cock from me with a wet plop and I was left empty. “Fuck, you did good boy,” Erik said smacking my ass. “Thank you, Sir,” I panted. Jack stepped forward and lifted my face to him, his cock hanging right in front of my mouth. “Not bad boy, now Mike is going to take you upstairs and get you settled for round two.” Mike helped me up on shaky legs and led me to the stairs. Stepping onto the upstairs landing he grabbed me and kissed me. His caged dick pressed against my crotch and I felt envious of the containment. We parted and he whispered, “I’m so happy for you,” in my ear. “Thank you,” was all I could say in return. In the bedroom Mike opened a drawer and said, “Give me your wrists.” He snapped a cuff with a link dangling to each of my wrists then had me sit on the bed and did the same to my ankles. He got me up on the bed with a pillow under my chest and connected the links on my wrist and ankles, he then added a bar between my ankles keeping me bent forward and my legs splayed. I was completely exposed and helpless. “God you look so sexy,” Mike said as he ran his hands over my body, “your cummy hole looks so inviting I almost wish I wasn’t locked so I could breed you myself.” “Your cock would feel so good inside me right now.” “I know, but Jack’s will feel better.” “Damn right it will boys,” Jack’s voice boomed from behind me as he came in the room. Erik was suddenly in front of me. He kissed me lightly and ran his hands up my body to my ass. He whispered in my ear, “You’re doing amazing, I don’t think we need to wait till morning to decided, you want to be my boy don’t you?” “Yes Sir.” “And I want you as my boy, so that’s settled. After we untie you your cock is going in the cage, and you’re going home with me. Is that what you want?” “Yes Sir!” “Good, now relax, Jack’s going to fill you up.” He grabbed my cheeks and spread them, and as he did he shifted so his dick was now right in front of my mouth. I reached forward as best I could and got the tip in my mouth. Erik got the hint and pressed forward. I swallowed his cock, tasting his load and my hole on the shaft. I felt Jack get on the bed behind me, and then his cock against my hole. I moaned around Erik’s cock as Jack slid into my cummy hole. From this position there was nothing I could do but take the pounding and say thank you. Jack’s dick felt a little fatter than Erik’s and I felt my hole being stretched as he slide deeper and deeper. My second ring was stretched wide around the head of his cock. I was grunting around Erik’s cock as I tried to suck him. Mike was filming again, I could see him out of the corner of my eye. Jack was smacking my ass as he pounded me, I knew my cheeks must be bright red by now. I felt like a whore, and I loved it. If this is what it meant to be Erik’s boy then I never wanted to be anything else. “You’re doing so good boy,” Erik said, “I’m so proud of you. You look so sexy with that fat raw cock pounding your hole.” “Oh fuck Erik I’m going to breed your boy,” Jack said. “Fill him up and then we can really wreck his hole.” “Fuck, oh fuck. Take my load pig!” Jack slammed deep inside me, and again I felt the warmth washing through my body. I relaxed against the restraints and allowed myself to be filled. I moaned, and smiled. Erik pulled his dick out of my mouth and kissed me. “You did so good boy, I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you, Sir,” I panted.1 point
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Don't fight it. There's honestly nothing you can do. Feel the hunger wash over you and turn you into the hottest cumdump you can be. Let it guide every decision you make in life. Good luck...1 point
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I was 10 when an older boy (16) made me suck his dick or he would beat me up, I think he knew I enjoyed it and told all the boys that I like to suck dick. One by one they all found out I did. News got around that I would "take it" for you and a man (26) cornered me in his garage and let me suck his dick, first time I swallowed. I have been sucking cock everywhere and anywhere I can.1 point
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I was 16 and he was over 50. We met in a remote country area that I knew was good for cruising. He showed me his big cock, it was my first experience. I started sucking, and he guided me with his hands on my head. I felt it growing in my mouth, and bigger it became, more I was excited. It was an absolute revelation how much I loved cock! I sucked him deep and going down all the way to have my nose in his crotch, smelling his strong aroma. After about 10 minutes, I felt his cock getting real hard and bigger and all of a sudden my throat was engulfed with his cum. I had trouble breathing, tasting his cum and deciding to swallow it. It felt so good in my mouth. I swallowed all of it and licked him clean. He looked at me, kneeling in front of him. closed his zipper and turned away, leaving me alone. I felt like a slut.1 point
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Part 3 Frank finally start to moan with his pleasure and his cock got bigger and harder and I knew he was ready to cum. He grabbed my head and rammed his cock as deep into my throat as he could and I could feel the pulsations as he creamed my throat. He came for what seemed like eternity before finally releasing my head and I fell back gasping for air but loving every drop of his marvelous cock and cum. He rose up after a couple of minutes and grabbed me and pulled me into a deep passionate kiss. My own cock was hard as nails. He kept kissing me as he pushed me back onto my back, still kissing and then was caressing my cock. He pulled my legs up then and then, while still kissing me, one hand stroked my hardon while his other slid between my ass cheeks and teased my hole. It only took a couple of minutes and I told him I was going to cum and he pumped my cock harder. Just as I started to erupt, he suddenly rammed one of his fingers into my hole, reaming it around and around until it was all the way in and I kept cumming more than I am sure I had ever done before. As I was starting to quit cumming he broke off the kiss and went down and started to lick up my cum. Cleaning my cock and stomach off completely. All the time he was doing this his finger was still pistoning in and out of my ass. He then came back up to my lipthats with his and as he kissed me he pushed some of my own cum into my mouth as our tongues intertwined together. I almost came again from the sensations. Then I felt another of his fingers pushing at my hole and soon it entered also to join with the first one driving me almost out of my mind. After a few more minutes of this, Frank pulled his fingers from my ass and I let out an uncontrollable moan of emptiness. He leaned back smiling at me and then said, "I don't have much more time now, but soon we will have to fill that nice super tight hole of yours. It feels like a virgin almost. I can't wait hardly to feel it wrapped around my cock as I breed you but good." I could only grin at this as I knew I wanted him to do it to me and soon. It was now only three days until Thanksgiving. I could hardly wait as my family had huge meals with lots of family and some friends there. This year was to be at the union hall in town as it looked like there would be a record number of people coming. My mom said that it could be as many as 150 people there this year. Family sure has grown. She also said that dad had invited a couple of new guys from his work this year as they were here from a long ways away and probably, with work load, not able to go home this time. From some of the comments my parents were making it looked like there would probably be 10 to 20 friends of the family attending. What a crowd that was going to be. They even mentioned a cousin coming for the first time in a while as he had been kind of an outcast and hadn't been around much for a few years now. He was about 4 years older than me and from what I remember of him was a damn fine looking guy and they also said he was bringing his 'significant' other with him.1 point
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Part 2 For the next couple of days I was too busy to do anything except spend time with my parents and siblings and other relatives and a few friends. Apparently my new friend must have been busy too as neither of us called or sent a text even. Then in the early morning of 3rd day home I was awakened by my phone going off. I checked it, to find a message from the new guy. He wanted to know how things were going and if it was possible to meet up for lunch if I was interested? He also mentioned that we had not got around to introducing ourselves. He wrote that his name was Frank and he could meet up for about an hour around his noon break from work. I immediately sent him a message back saying it would be great and my name was Jeff and asked where he wanted to meet? He sent a message right back saying he wasn't real familiar with town yet but told me the name of a restaurant I knew of. I was a little surprised at it as I knew it was not in a real good part of town but also knew it had pretty good food and sent him a message that it would be fine and I would be there at noon. I got ready, cleaned up and headed out and arrived at the restaurant about 5 minutes early. I decided to just go ahead and get us a table and chose booth kind of out of the way in a corner. It was a little bit more private than most. Frank got there a couple of minutes after noon, so I did not have to wait too long. As he slid into the booth, he leaned over and planted a kiss on me which was kind of a surprise but very welcome. We broke off quickly and he said, "I have a good two hour lunch today, so we have lots of time to 'feed' ". He kind of put an emphasis on that word while smiling. I smiled back at the double meaning and was hoping to get another taste of his fine cock. We ordered and while waiting made out a little bit in our booth. I was hot and ready as he was such a good kisser. We broke the kiss after a bit and I told him I had to run to the restroom and would be right back. When I returned and slid into the booth, Frank immediately planted his lips on mine again. As we kissed, he reached down and took my hand and place it in his lap and I was surprised to find that he had slid his pants down and his cock was standing straight up and hard as a rock. I started to jack him as we kissed and was loving the feeling of his large meat. He broke the kiss of after a short bit and as our lips parted I saw he was looking around and then one of his hands was pushing my head down towards his dick. He told me that he would keep a close watch on but wanted to feel my lips on him and couldn't wait any longer. I opened my moiuth without hesitation and swallowed his cock down. As I was sucking he was reaching over and I felt his hand reach down the back of my pants, rubbing my ass cheek and gently sliding a finger into my crack at times. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes when he pulled his hand out of my pants and whispered that our food was coming. I rose up before the waitress got to our table. Frank, again, had a huge amount of precum which I had swallowed as fast as I could and it was so very sweet tasting. He didn't bother to try and get his pants up but just kind of slumped in the seat under the table so the waitress could not see he was basically bare from the waist down. After she left, he quickly raised up and pulled his pants up and tucked everything back in. We then got down to eating our really quite good meal. We chatted a little but about nothing in particular. Just general talke about weather, news, etc. to pass the time a little. We finished rather quickly actually and were heading out the door by a quarter till 1. As we got outside he just took my hand and led off down the sidewalk. I had no idea where we were going to start with but soon went around the corner where I finally realized we had only been a short distance from the ABS. He led me straight to it. We entered and he paid for us to head to the back rooms where the booths were at. When we got in the back I kind of took the lead as I knew exactly where the one big room was at. We entered and in no time at all, Frank had his pants to his ankles and I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. It slowly grew until my entire mouth was stuffed full and it was entering my throat. I was loving it as, like every time, he was precumming a ton. His taste drove me wild and made me suck harder trying to get as much as I could possibly get. After about 10 minutes, Frank all at once pulled his cock from my mouth and stepped back as there was a couch in this room and sat down on it. He then kicked his shoes off and pulled his pants completely off and then even took his shirt off. I jumped up and quickly got my clothes off also. He then turned on the couch and spread his legs and I climbed between them and took his dick back into my mouth. I swallowed it all the way and it went deep into my throat, where he grabbed my head and held me in that position for a little while until I pushed at him to pull away to get some air. It was thrilling as hell. I wanted his seed and went to town sucking and deep throating him to get it. This must be like heaven is all I could think of.1 point
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Found yet another story on my ancient hard drive, as far as I can tell this was first posted sometime in the late 90's. ======================== Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that boy. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream. Doug had no idea how sexy he was. He was completely na?ve and oblivious. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque; and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. Poor Doug had one other deficiency?he knew nothing about cars. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side. Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. 'Mmmmmm. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!' Chris was somewhat of a Twink himself. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug. He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. "Car trouble?" Chris inquired. "Yeah," Doug acknowledged. "It's stallin' out and overheatin'. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here." "Mind if I take a look?" "Sure," Doug said. "Help yourself." "Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself. "I'm Doug. Glad to meet you." Chris gave the engine a once-over. "Looks like your radiator fluid's low. It's overheated. You need to let her cool down a bit?then fill her up. I've got some water in the van." "Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap. "No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down." Doug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you." "I'm sure you'd do the same for me." A broad grin crossed Dougie's face. "So, you go to Liberty University?" "Yeah, you heard of it?" "My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out. "I'm studying to be a minister. My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. "Wanna join me in the van while we're waitin? Cooler in there." "Love to!" the Boy agreed. Chris smiled at the Kid's enthusiasm and wondered if the Punk would still "love to" later on. He rummaged in the back and returned with a couple open Cokes. "Thanks," Doug said, gulping down the brew. "Oh man, that tastes good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was." He took one swig and then another. Within a minute the soft drink was gone. "Whoa!" Doug exclaimed. "I think I got too much sun out there. My head is spinning." "You all right?" Chris sounded concerned. "Wanna lie back? The seat reclines." "Yeah, thanks." Doug pressed a button that eased back the seat. His eyes were drooping, and his speech was slurred. He had no clue that Chris had spiked his Coke with GHB. "Hey man, you okay?" Chris sounded far away. Doug's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. His eyes were heavy, and he had no inclination to reply. "Here, let me help you into the back so you can lie down," Chris offered, dragging the drugged young man out of his seat. Overtaxed from all the dead weight, Chris positioned the insensate Youth on an air mattress with pillows to prop him up. He busied himself setting up a video cam while Douglas flaked in cuckoo land. With preparations well in hand, Chris turned to court the oblivious Young Man. He unzipped his fly and hauled out his 8 inches. "Hey, buddy, wanna protein shake?" He ran his Dick back and forth across Doug's handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of Precum glistening on his new Boyfriend?s face. "Nnnnnn... " Doug moaned, barely cognizant of what was up. Chris slipped his index finger in the Young Man?s mouth, prying his jaw open, and slid his fat, dripping Cock into the dazed Stud's mouth. With one hand on the back of Dougie's head, he began to fuck his Playmate's face. The Kid had no conception what was going down. Chris pulled his Dick from Dougie's throat, reached in his gym bag, and pulled out his Poppers. He held the bottle to the Youth's nose. "Come on," Chris coaxed. "Take a nice deep breath." The Teen inhaled, and his body shuddered. Bingo! Chris quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Doug to sniff again. The high-as-a-kite Youngster did as he was told, and was soon floating on Cloud Nine. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. For good measure, Chris administered a couple more hits. Then he took his own half-empty can of Coke, and topped it off with whisky. He placed it to the Young Man's lips and made the young Teetotaler imbibe. Doug reflexively tried to spit it out, but Chris forced him to swallow. Having rarely consumed alcohol before, in congress with the Poppers and GHB, the Boy was totally fucked up. Chris shoved his Cock back down Dougie's throat, grabbed his ears, and began to fuck his face in earnest. When he felt his Balls begin to boil, he pulled out, jerked a few more times, and spewed his Noxious Load right onto Dougie's pretty face. Seven spurts hit Doug dead on. There was Jizz in his hair, his eyes, and on his lips and chin. Some dribbled down his tee. Chris scooped up some of the Toxic Spooge, and, with his nails, dug it into Dougie's inner cheeks and gums. "Be a good boy and take your medicine. Daddy wants so to give you AIDS." Chris slid Doug down till he lay prone and quickly re-aimed the video cam. He pulled off the Young Hunk's tee and marveled at the smooth chest, pointy Nips, and chiseled Abs. He leaned down and sucked and bit the manly Tits, nibbling at them real good. "Unhhhhh... Ooooohhh... Mmmmmm..." the inebriated Freshman moaned. Chris watched the Stud's Cock-Bulge balloon. "Oh yeah, I bet you're still a Virgin." Tweaking and twisting his Victim's Nips, he blew in his ear and licked his lobes. "Oooooh.......Noooooo...." Doug moaned, half conscious of the stimuli and how his body was responding. He may have been thinking no, but his tumescent Shaft sure as hell was nodding yes! Chris frenched him and kept up the titty torture. Within seconds Doug began to kiss him back. Oh yeah...a guy's a guy and a mouth's a mouth?Gay or Straight?it doesn't matter. Chris played tonsil-hockey with his Drugged-Up Play Thing a few more minutes. He traced his finger across the Student's lips, down to the waistband of his jeans. He tongued Doug's belly button and once again nibbled on those perky, pouty Nips. "Ahhhhhh!" Doug gasped, trying to push Chris away; but the besotted Youth was too far gone, and Chris had no trouble pinning him. He grabbed a rope from his gym bag, tied Doug's wrists above his head, then continued torturing the Cunt. He unbuttoned the Boy's jeans and slid the zipper down. Poor Dougie?s Cock was well-endowed but under-nourished, and the Kid's hard Rod jumped appreciatively as Chris slobbered on his Cock and Balls. Chris lifted Dougie's Ass and stripped his jeans completely off. Doug's legs were tanned and muscular, with a light smattering of hair. He fingered the Boy's quivering Pussy and felt it spasm beneath his touch. The Youth was totally at his mercy, his body screaming FUCK ME!?or so it seemed. With the video cam already catching every nuance of the Boy's enthrallment, Chris grabbed a digital camera and began to shoot pic after pic of the naked, aroused Nymph. Besides the carnal pleasure, Chris stood to make a few bucks off the Kid. He'd knew exactly which web sites to post the Teasers on. And the video?wow! He could make a mint off of that?once guys realized it wasn't fake. After taking several Polaroids specifically meant for DEO?Doug's Eyes Only (for Chris was fond of acronyms), he ran his hands over the dazed Teen's chiseled Bod, twisting his Nips and engulfing the Young Twink's out-of-control Joystick in the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and throat. Shit! The Kid's Precum was so saccharin and crystal clear. He couldn't wait to contaminate it with his own POZ Spooge. For on more than one occasion Chris had used the BUG to bond with another man, and Doug was just the latest to fall victim to his wiles. He placed Doug's legs on his broad shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight Target off the mattress. He slid his index finger up the Virgin Pussy and wiggled it against his Prostate. The Man Child began to buck and moan. He gave the Kid another hit of Poppers and another shot of booze. It was time to teach the Preacher's Son a lesson. Shucking off his own jeans and briefs, Chris lubed up his Demon Dick with some of his poz Jizm from the Christian's Cummy Face AND RAMMED IT UP THE VIRGIN'S ASS. Doug screamed in pain as Chris plunged his poz cock up the unlubricated Chute. Chris fed the Youth more Poppers, which he readily accepted perhaps because, subconsciously, he knew they helped. Chris continued to fuck Doug for the next half hour, grinding the POZ SPOOGE from his first orgasm into the Innocent's Ass. The Kid got fucked till his abraded Sphincter was caked with Cum and Blood. Chris pulled his death dick out and looked at the bleeding hole was pleasure. The once pure ass had been utterly defied, now it was time to corrupt what was left! Chris slipped it into overdrive as he felt his Diseased balls start to boil, his muscled body slamming harder and faster into the helpless and once innocent ass until finally he felt his balls draw up for another orgasm. He yelled out a thanks to his Master as he started shooting wave after wave of toxic demon cum into his newest slave. Fourteen enormous loads of poz spunk flooded the boy's ass, and Doug could feel every hot spurt. In a single afternoon the straight-laced Christian Fundamentalist had been transformed into a wretched Faggot Cum Dump. The sun was setting, and Chris dragged the Youth, clad only in his birthday suit, over to his SUV, and dumped him in. He stashed two plastic gallon jugs beside the wheel well, along with an envelope containing a few choice Polaroids and a note warning that if he discussed their little affaire de coeur with anyone, he'd be the next Gay Poster Boy. Yeah?like Chris wasn't already intending to cash in; but he figured Doug would be so ashamed, he'd never tell a soul. Chris looked down at the somnolent, defiled Youth stretched across the bench seat of the SUV. It gets cool in the desert after dark, and the falling temp would wake the Young Man up for sure. He wondered, now that Doug had had his first exposure to Gay Sex, the only sex he'd ever known, if he'd cum back for more. And then there was the matter of his Special Seed. Had Chris succeeded in converting the Boy? Alas, he'd never know. The fading roar of Chris's engine caused the inebriated Youth to stir. His eyes fluttered, blinded by the brilliant oranges of the setting desert sun. His head ached so bad. So did his Ass. He fell back asleep and dreamt erotic fantasies about some guy named Chris.1 point
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Part 4 - Friday Funday Mark was awakened by his phone ringing and finally got to it right before it went to voicemail. “Hello,” he answered in a groggy voice. It was his mom. “Did you make it okay? Have you talked to Joel? Why not?” It was a one-sided conversation in which he couldn’t get time to answer the questions with more than one word before she started the next question. He just let her talk until she was done and told her everything would be fine. He would talk to Joey after he finished classes today and not to worry. He tossed the phone on the bed and wandered into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and said to himself “This is not going to be fun.” He shaved, showered and brushed his teeth and went over to the dresser. He grabbed some clothes to put on, a jock, a pair of jeans and a tee. The clothes were all tight fitting and showed off his body nicely - bulge, bubble butt, abs, pecs and biceps. He decided that he needed a decent meal since yesterday diet of coffee and sex left him pretty starved. Mark wandered down to the lobby area where they had a continental breakfast laid out. Not many people were there since it was 8:30 AM. A family with a mom, dad and two little kids; an elderly couple; and a large middle aged woman. The dad was his mid 30s and was not unattractive. He probably was a jock in his high school and college days, but life as a family man was obviously taking its toll. He looked tired and was putting on some weight. The kids were screaming for their food, tugging at his pants for attention and constantly changing what they wanted. Mark grabbed a bowl and put some fresh fruit and yogurt in it, then grabbed another bowl and filled it with cereal and milk. He set the bowls at an empty table and grabbed a cup of coffee. He sat down and chuckled - his mom would be proud of him eating a nutritious meal. As he ate breakfast he caught up on emails and the news. Getting up to get another cup of coffee he overheard the mom tell her husband "See? You don’t want to look like that. All those ugly tattoos. You can barely see his skin. UGH! He’s probably a drug dealer.” Laughing to himself, Mark thought 'She must be talking about me. That poor pussy-whipped sucker is stuck listening to her bitch at him for the next 50 years unless he divorces her - or kills her'. Mark cleaned his table off and took his coffee back to the room. Looking at the clock he had six and a half hours until he needed to be at Joey’s apartment. “Let’s see who’s around” he thought to himself and grabbed his hookup phone. The apps on this phone were a lot different than his normal phone. No news or weather apps, just a couple hookup apps, a Craigslist app and a web browser. He looked through the apps and Craigslist and there was nothing of interest. “Probably a bit too early for any students” he guessed. He grabbed the car keys and his 'fuck bag' which contained lube, poppers and a safety pin and decided to take a wander around town to see if any of his old haunts were still there. Driving around he was amazed at how much it had changed. New strip malls where cheap student housing used to be. New names for old bars. His favorite ABS was now an office building parking lot. He drove over to the campus and parked the car. Suddenly he felt a little old or the freshmen looked really young, he couldn’t decide which. Wandering around he ended up at the library and decided to check out the restrooms he used to cruise in. Walking in to the first one he immediately noticed the security camera on the ceiling. 'Damn, there’s no action gonna happen here', he thought. He hit the other one in the basement that usually attracted the kinkier guys and found the same thing. 'Fuck, where do guys hookup around here'? He remembered the storage room over in the old engineering building and wandered that way. When he got close all he saw was a crane with a wrecking ball and the building mostly demolished. His heart sank. He had sucked and fucked a lot there during his tenure. He walked around a bit more and sat down on a park bench and pulled out the phone. More people were on the apps but nothing really looked good. Getting on Craigslist he did a few searches and only found one that looked promising: Horny bottom cub looking for hot sex. 27, 5’10, 200lbs, furry ass, safe or bb, anon ok The pics looked decent, especially the one with him laying in a sling. He decided what the fuck and sent a reply including his phone number and a couple of his own pics - the obligatory dick pic and a body shot. He kept searching with different terms and wasn’t finding much else when his phone rang. He answered and it was the cub from Craigslist. They traded questions and answers for a minute and Mark got the address. Half an hour to get there was more than enough time so he went back to the car and drove to the address to check the area out. Finding nothing suspicious, he found a spot to park and waited five minutes. Taking out a lube packet and the brown popper bottle he put them in his jeans pocket. No need for the safety pin to sabotage a condom, since the guy wanted a raw fuck and sounded excited when Mark had told him he never pulls out to cum. Walking up to the door of the house Mark took one last look around to make sure he was safe and knocked on the door. The door opened and standing in front of him was the guy in just a black jockstrap and a black leather harness. Just like the pictures, if not better. It looked like he had been working out a bit since the pics were taken and was turning into a sexy muscle cub. He had dark hair, a slightly bushy beard, fur covering his chest, abs and legs. Mark introduced himself saying “Hey, I’m the guy who from the Craigslist ad”. The cub took a look around and smiled before asking Mark to come inside. Mark followed him back to the bedroom and could smell the pot smoke lingering around. The bedroom was a little small but it was obvious a lot of sex had happened there. The bed had restraints on each corner, there were a couple boxes of various toys next to the bed and there was a large eyelet screwed into the ceiling. Mark grabbed the cub by his harness and pulled him close, roughly kissing him before pushing him back a bit and spitting in his mouth. “You ready, fucker?” Mark asked. “Yes Sir!” was the response. Mark didn’t consider himself a Dom, but he could become quite dominant given the right bottom and this guy fit the bill. He quickly shed his clothes and took the lube and poppers out and tossed them on the bed. Grabbing the cub by the harness again he pushed him back next to the bed and then pushed him to his knees. The cub was on Mark’s cock in a second and started licking all around it before grabbing the PA with his teeth and tugging. Mark grinned as he looked down watching the guy suck his cock like a pro. The cub was rougher than most with his cock sucking and it set the tone for an aggressive fuck. After using his tongue on Mark’s balls, shaft, head and piercing he swallowed Mark’s cock all the way down. Mark gasped and then moaned in pleasure. Not many guys had been able to swallow his cock that easily and with each passing moment Mark realized that this guy was going to be a great fuck. Mark began to fuck the guys face, driving his cock deep and holding it there for several seconds until he felt the cub start to struggle. Each time he did it, he waited just a bit longer, depriving the cub of air. With his cock covered in spit and throat slime, Mark lifted the cub to the bed, spun him around and got him on all fours. Mark looked at the cub’s furry ass and licked his lips. Many of Mark’s friends were not into hairy asses, but they really turned him on. Licking up from the cub’s balls, over his taint and along the crack he tasted the cub’s scent. Licking up to the cub’s hole, he zeroed in on his target. He was disappointed that he couldn’t taste any cum from an earlier breeding. Fucking the hole with his tongue he felt the hole start to open and relax. He sucked on the pucker and forced some of his spit inside. Moving his hand over the furry butt cheek, he pushed a finger in next to his tongue. Feeling the warmth of the cub’s hole he began to alternate his tongue and finger inside the hole. The cub was groaning in pleasure at the assplay and Mark started to get more aggressive with his finger before adding a second finger. Mark felt his cock starting to drip precum and knew both of them were ready for the real fuck. Mark stood up and rubbed the piercing around the cub’s ring. Grabbing the lube packet, he ripped it open and dripped some on and in the cub’s hole. Adding some to the tip and shaft of his cock he leaned in and started to push. He felt the hole relax and the ring and head slipped inside before the hole tightened around it. “Aaaahhhh, fuck yeah” Mark muttered as he continued pushing his cock into the cub’s velvety hole. Grabbing the cub's hips, Mark began to fuck, thrusting in harder and harder until his cock was planted all the way in. The cub was rocking his ass back to meet Mark’s thrusts and Mark was bouncing off the cub’s furry, muscled butt each time. Between the lube and Mark’s precum the cub’s hole was slick and easy to power fuck. The cub for his part was working his ass muscles and milking Mark’s cock. Mark pulled out and pushed the cub into the middle of the bed. Standing on the bed straddling the cub, Mark bent down and slammed his cock back into the cub. The cub grunted and responded “Fuck yes, Sir!” Mark’s sweat was dripping off of him on to the cub's back as he pounded the cub’s ass with long hard strokes. With the cub gripping Mark’s cock with his ass, Mark soon felt his balls start to tighten up and his cock engorge. With his final few stroke, he slammed his cock hard into the cub and his cock began to shoot volley after volley of diseased cum into the cub’s hole. Mark fell on top of the cub and piston’d his cock in a few more times before pulling out. Both of them rolled over on the bed breathing hard. The cub spoke first “Thanks man, that was awesome. I love feeling my ass full of cum.” Mark replied “Yeah, that was fuckin’ good. You really know how to work a cock. Thanks”. After a minute the cub said “I hope you don’t mind taking off, but I have another guy coming over in about 10 minutes and it gets awkward the tops run into each other.” Mark chuckled and said “No problem man. You’re all lubed for him, that's for sure.” Mark got up and put his clothes back on and walked to the front door, the cub close behind. Mark slapped his ass and said “Thanks, enjoy the load,” before walking out the door and to his car. Mark had worked up an appetite from the fuck, so he drove over to a sandwich shop he used to go to. Thankfully it was still there. Going in, he got his 'usual', a spicy italian sub with fresh mozzarella and a drink. He chowed down on the sandwich and felt the burn of the spicy meats and giardiniera. His energy replenished, Mark opened his phone again and looked around to see what fun he might be able to squeeze in before going back to the hotel for a shower and then meeting up with his brother. Looking through the apps and CL again, he found a few more things that looked promising but nothing that sounded great. Finally he found a guy that was looking for a 'quick pump and dump, no blowjobs'. The guy had a good description 'gwm, ex-jock, cumdump btm 5’6, 155, tight ass' and it said 'BB only, no loads refused'. Hmmm. A few messages back and forth and they had a meeting time and place. No mention was made about status and Mark wasn’t going to tell unless he had to. The street sounded familiar, but Mark couldn’t figure out why. The guy wanted to meet/fuck in the storage room of his apt building in case his roommate came home. The guy said he was on his way back from classes so he needed a bit of time to clean up. Mark had 45 minutes to kill so he drove around a bit more hoping to see a few more places he used to go to still there. A few minutes before the meeting time, Mark pulled up to a large apartment building. Then it hit him. This is where his brother lived. Same fucking address. Crap. What was he going to do? The pics didn’t look like his brother, which was a relief, but he didn’t want to possibly run into Joey having just fucked a hookup, but to cancel now would be a dick move, so he decided to chance it. Besides, he was horny again and his cock was half hard already. Mark grabbed a new lube packet and the poppers and went in to the building, down the stairs, to end of the hall and the door on the right. Knock twice, followed by a single knock. The door opened and there stood the guy. “Sup” was all the guy said. The description matched perfectly, so Mark walked into the storage room and followed the guy to the end of the aisle and turned. There were some boxes there and the guy pushed his gym shorts down showing a bare, hairless, muscled bubble butt. Mark grabbed the poppers and took a hit and passed them to the guy who did a couple hits. Mark dropped his jeans down and pulled out his semi-rigid cock and stroked it several times until it was hard. Lubing the guy's ass from the packet, he put some on his cock and spread the guy's ass cheeks, teased the guy's hole for a couple seconds and then pushed in. Mark heard the guy grunt out “Oh my fucking god, oh fuck fuck fuck,” as Mark shoved his cock in balls-deep in with one long push. He knew he was tearing the hell out of the guy's hole, but Mark felt if you say “no loads refused” it really means “poz me up” and Mark was going to try his best. Once he got all the way in he didn’t wait to start pounding the guy's hole with no mercy. His body kept slamming into the guy's ass over and over. Mark ground his hips as he was thrusting in. All you could hear in the room was the drone of some building equipment, the slapping of skin, Mark’s grunts and the guys constant “Oh fuck.” Mark was being rough and brutal and his goal was to make this guy a 'one and done' conversion. Some jackrabbit fucking followed by several hard thrusts jabbing into the walls of his ass. Pull all the way out and slam back in. Finally Mark couldn’t last any longer and drove his cock in deep and felt the pulsations as his balls pumped the demon seed into the guy. The breeding complete, Mark pulled his cock out and saw his cock covered in cum and blood. He grabbed the guys shorts and pulled them up, wiping his cock on them before letting the shorts snap tight around the guy's waist. “Thanks, bud” Mark said and walked out of the room, letting the door close behind him. Mark hurried out of the building and back to the car hoping he wouldn’t run into Joey. Looking at his phone he saw the time - 19 minutes from meet to breed to gone. Perfect. The phone buzzed with a message. It was from the guy he just fucked. “OMG that was hot. Can we do again tomorrow?” Mark just laughed “Greedy fucker” and drove back to the hotel. Mark walked in the room and it was sparkling clean. The stained bedspread was replaced and the stack of extra towels was even higher. A note was on the pillow with a wrapped piece of chocolate and his butt plug, all cleaned. The note read simply “Thanks again, Dennis.” Mark showered and put some clean clothes on and laid down on the couch watching TV. He set the alarm on his phone and laid his head back to take a quick nap.1 point
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Thanks for the comments. Hope you enjoy the rest of it too. -------------- Part 2 - Travel time The next one and a half weeks flew by. The apartment suddenly had the same energy that it used to have. The two of them were joking and groping each other like when they had first met. The sex between Mark and Eric was non-stop. There were long fuck sessions in the evening until they passed out along with the occasional morning breeding. Eric was getting numerous doses of poz cum and his ass was constantly sore. At one point Mark asked Eric if it was okay to bring a couple other poz guys over to help make sure he got knocked up, but Eric insisted that he wanted only one person to be the one that charged him up and that was Mark. The night before Mark was to fly out to visit his brother, he started packing his suitcase. He laid out a few things and before he could get too far, Eric was behind him, naked. Eric started to undress Mark, playfully biting his neck and rubbing his body. Soon they were both on the bed naked and Eric really started to take over. He needed to fuck for a change since he had been bottoming all the time since he told Mark he wanted to convert. Eric quickly had Mark sucking his hard cock and before too long was fucking Mark’s face. He knew his shorter dick wouldn’t gag Mark and decided that once he was poz he would get his cock pierced like Mark’s. Once his cock was covered in spit he climbed between Mark’s legs and teased his hole to get it ready. A bit of tongue, some fingers, and finally cock played with Mark’s fuck hole until he started to push in slow and steady. As the head finally made it past the ring, Eric moved to fuck Mark harder and harder. He was so horned up from not fucking that it didn’t take long before he got to the point of no return. As his balls and cock throbbed, he told Mark “I’m not sure whether this load is neg or poz but its going inside you. NOW," burying his cock deep in Mark’s hole as the rush of cum shoot inside. The orgasm was one of the most intense that he had ever had. Eric looked down at Mark and saw a big huge grin on his face. Both of them had enjoyed this quick reversal of roles but now it was time for Eric’s dose of toxic seed. Mark flipped Eric over and drove his cock in hard. He had been dripping precum the entire time Eric had been fucking him and the precum lubed up Eric’s hole very fast. Mark was sure that there was no real need to breed Eric again, he was probably already infected but with the spark back in their relationship he didn’t want to derail it again. Mark decided that tonight’s fuck would be more sensuous than the previous week’s sex had been. Firm and hard, but still more akin to making love. He was going to be gone for several days and wanted tonight to be more than just a fuck to poz Eric up. They fucked for over two hours, during which Mark came in Eric three times, to the point his balls ached. Eric fucked Mark again and gave Mark an additional two loads, so the score was even at three loads each. They then collapsed, falling into a deep sleep. Mark got up early Thursday morning and finished packing. He knew he overpacked for just a few days trip, but he made sure there was plenty if lube and poppers in his bag. At the last minute he grabbed a dildo, a plug, some ropes and a blindfold and dumped them in the bag. Any drugs he wanted while he was back in the Midwest he could score on campus. Maybe even from the same guys he used to buy from, he laughed. He grabbed a Uber to the airport and checked his suitcase, chuckling at what the TSA might see when x-raying his bag. There were no direct flights so he had his tablet to watch some videos on the plane and during his three hour layover. The first flight went smoothly and they even landed early. No screaming kids, no obnoxious people in his row, just a bunch of business travelers. He grabbed a good nap since he was still tired from the night before. Getting off the plane he grabbed a large coffee, found his next gate and sat down for a long wait. After catching up on email and news it was time to recycle all the coffee he had drunk. Packing his backpack up, he wandered down the concourse and found the mens room. Walking in he checked out the guys at the urinals as he always did. Not a lot of guys were there and most didn’t interest him but there was one guy that caught his attention. Taller than Mark by a few inches and a body muscled up from working, not working out, his hair buzzed short and the scruff on his face about the same length. The guy made Mark’s cock and ass twitch. He walked up to the urinal to the left of the stud and pulled out his cock to start to piss. With his backpack slung over one arm, Mark wasn’t standing up straight and as he pulled his cock out the PA clanked against the porcelain urinal and caused him to jolt to the left a bit. He heard the guy next to him chuckle and mutter “nice” somewhat sarcastically. As he was finishing up emptying his bladder, the guy brushed against him and gave a nod towards the stalls. Mark knew he had at least an hour to kill so he shook his cock dry and stuffed it back in his jeans and zipped up. Looking around he didn’t see anyone else watching so he followed the stud back around the corner where there were a few stalls by themselves, all empty. After a second check to see if anyone was watching, he followed the guy into the first stall. Mark quickly put his backpack down next to the toilet and as he looked up the guy grabbed his head and held it tight, roughly kissing him and groping his ass. The stud’s strong hand slipped down the back of his jeans and a finger ran between his ass cheeks and into his hole. A moment later Mark found himself pushed down to the toilet seat. Looking up he saw the guy motion with his finger to his mouth to be quiet. Mark chuckled quietly to himself, having fucked many times in public toilets he knew the drill. He reached up and unbuttoned the stud's jeans and fished out the guy’s cock. Soft it was six inches and even thicker than Mark’s with a large PA like his own except for the pointy conical ends to the circular barbell ring instead of the balls Mark had on his. Mark eagerly sucked the cock into his mouth, his tongue wrapping around the piercing and the head as he took more of the cock into his mouth tasting the piss and some precum. Knowing he had to work quickly, he bobbed on the cock covering it with as much spit as possible. The stud’s cock kept growing and filled his mouth. The stud then gave a few quick jabs with his cock into his throat. With the PA scraping his throat raw, Mark thought 'Damn, this thing is gonna destroy my ass if he fucks me'. No sooner than he finished his thought, the guy pulled his cock out of Mark’s mouth and grabbed his arms, pulling him up and spinning him around in one move. Mark knew what was coming and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear. He spread his legs and bent forward, bracing himself on the toilet. Mark felt a few spit covered fingers circle his fuck hole before they plunged in stretching Mark open. A few seconds later Mark felt the PA against his pucker and readied himself for the cock that was about to fuck him. He felt the pressure and tried to relax as the monster cock invaded his hole. Mark was used to big cocks and fists in his hole, but this was so sudden that he couldn’t prepare for the pain. As much as he wanted to scream out, he knew he couldn’t make any noise. The stud just kept pushing until all nine inches of cock was inside Mark, scraping, stretching and tearing its way inside. The guy gave Mark a few moments to adjust before he started fucking him with long, slow, hard thrusts. Each thrust seemed to get more brutal than the last. The fucking only lasted a few minutes but it seemed like an hour to Mark. Finally the stud pulled Mark up to his chest and buried his cock deep inside Mark’s ass. Mark could feel the pulses in his ass ring as the guy pumped his load inside Mark’s destroyed man cunt. As the guy’s orgasm faded he whispered in Mark’s ear “That load is going to be with you forever. Enjoy it.” Slowly the stud pulled his cock from Mark’s ass and spun him around forcing him back on the toilet. Mark knew what he was expected to do and began cleaning the cock in front of him. He could taste the blood and some very nasty tasting cum. Once the stud was satisfied he pulled his cock back and stuffed it back in his jeans. The stud slapped Mark’s face lightly and quietly muttered “Thanks, fucker” and squeezed out of the stall. Mark locked the door and took a few minutes to come down from the post fuck rush. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper and made up a makeshift tampon and stuffed it up his ass to keep the cum and blood soaking through his jeans on the next flight. When he stood up, his legs were still shaking and he realized he never had a chance to get off himself. Looking at his phone he realized he had to get back to the gate so he wouldn’t miss his flight. Once on the plane he was happy that he was the only person in his row on that side of the airplane since he knew anyone close could smell the cum. During the flight he replayed the whole fuck session over and over with his cock rock hard most of the time. 'What exactly did he mean by the load would be with him forever', he thought. Definitely at least HIV, but was it an untreatable strain? What other STDs had no cure or treatment? It was a rough flight and the plane bounced through the air the whole time. Mark’s ass ached from the pounding he had taken and each time the plane bounced he got a stinging reminder, but it was a feeling he enjoyed. Soon the plane was landing and Mark was hoping his emergency tampon had worked and there wouldn’t be a spot on his jeans. Just in case, Mark waited until he was the last passenger on the plane and got off. As he was getting off the plane the male flight attendant at the door smirked at him and said rather effeminately “Hope your evening is as good as the rest of the day.” Fuck, was the smell that obvious? Finding a bathroom, Mark went to a stall to swap out the tampon for a new one, finding it was easier to shit it out than to try and take it out with his fingers since the blood and cum had dissolved most of it. Inserting the new one, he stood and checked the toilet. The huge toxic load the guy gave him was there, all dark pink. He took a piss and flushed the toilet, washed his hands and headed off to get his suitcase from baggage claim. After getting his bag, he hopped on the car rental shuttle and took the ride to get his car. It seemed like the driver was aiming at every pothole he could find and each jolt sent a shockwave through Mark’s body. Once he got to the car rental office he went inside. Thankfully there was no line and a young guy was the only worker at the counter.1 point
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