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Hey guys, I'm a long-time lurker here. I wrote a nice little story partly based on something that almost happened to me when I was younger, and on a much larger fantasy I had for a long time that has been shaped over the years by what I read on here. I'm almost done with the second part so if there is any interest I will post :) English is not my first language so please forgive any mistake. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How I met my Daddy I couldn’t believe it, it had to be a mistake. I looked at my phone more closely and the ad clearly said 112 Shelby Drive, but the address was that of a huge mansion in the upper-class neighbourhood of my city. The rent couldn’t possibly be that cheap. I sent the landlord a message asking if this was real and if there was a mistake. I got a reply in under a minute telling me that yes, it was an actual room for rent and the price was accurate, no mistake. I asked if and when I could visit and the landlord replied: “I’m at home all day, you can come by anytime”. It was about an hour of commute from my dorm, which I was about to be forced to leave since my classes were over and I just graduated, so I hurried to the place to make sure nobody would beat me to it. When I got there, I still couldn’t believe it. The house was impressive, a very recent building in the nicest part of town. I knocked on the door and heard steps closing in, then the door opened. A very tall and muscular man, probably in his fifties, was looking at me with a warm smile. “You must be Tom, I’m Rick. Come on in.” We shook hands and I came forward. The house was even more spacious and beautiful inside. Rick gave me a quick tour of the house and asked me if I was interested. “Well sure, I said. But why is it so cheap. I mean, I’ll be glad to pay this low but you could charge so much more.” “Well I’m not really after the money, I have plenty of that. I just thought it would be nice to have someone live with me, I’ve been alone for many years and could use the company from time to time, you know. So I figured I could find a roommate and offer someone like you the opportunity of living in a luxurious house such as this one. Landlords can be very greedy, and I think that’s not very fair. It’s my way of giving back and sharing my luck with other people.” It made sense to me so I didn’t question him further. “Oh by the way, before you accept or reject my offer, I have to tell you that I’m gay and I sometimes have some visitors if you are okay with that kind of thing. Are you straight yourself?” “Yes I am, but I don’t mind if you’re gay. To tell you the truth, I’m really interested in living here for a while, at least, this place is amazing!” “Great, well let’s get you settled then.” I was very excited to be moving in this house and Rick seemed like a very pleasant person to be around. He was very polite and kind, at least that’s the first impression I had of him. I didn’t know why, but I felt like I could trust him. The fact that he was gay was a non-event for me, I didn’t mind at all. I wasn’t gay myself, but I was open minded. As long as he didn’t try anything on me, and he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to do so, everything was fine by me. In fact, I was a little curious about the gay lifestyle, which I knew very little of, but I guessed this was about to change. That was a good thing, I thought. He took me to my room, which was very nice, quite large with big windows, fully and tastefully furnished with a queen-sized bed, desk, and all the essentials. I thanked Rick and told him I had to go pick up my things at my dorm so I can properly settle in. He gave me a key to the house. “Welcome home boy, I hope you enjoy staying here. I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun.” He let out a big warm laugh as I took the key and went on my way to pick up my stuff. The next few weeks were uneventful. I finished setting up at Rick’s house and got to know him a bit better. Turns out he is very pleasant to be around and very generous. He insisted I could use anything I wanted in the house, even the food, and made sure I was doing fine with everything. This was a godsend, since I was having a hard time finding a job. Every application I had sent was still unanswered. I was starting to get nervous and shared my fears with Rick, who brushed them off. “Don’t worry, you’ll find something in no time. In the meantime, don’t worry about the bills, I can help you out boy,” he said. “You sure? I don’t want to become a burden, you really don’t have to do this. I could go back to my parents.” “Nonsense. Your parents live on the other side of the country, in a little town where you’d have even less job opportunities. You can stay here as long as you want. I like you, boy, I want to help you out. And don’t you ever go saying you’re a burden ever again. You’re my guest and I’m gonna take care of you.” As relieved and grateful as I was, I redoubled my efforts to find a job. It was about a month after I had moved in when in the middle of the night I heard grunting and moaning noises that were coming from Rick’s room, upstairs. I stopped whatever I was doing and started paying attention. No doubt, Rick was having sex with someone. Now like I said I’m straight, but it had been a long time since I had seen some action and knowing some people were having what sounded like amazing sex so close to me got me going. I became very curious to know what kind of sex Rick was having. I slowly and quietly got out of my room and came near Rick’s to hear better. The moans were clearer, and I could also hear some words, although I couldn’t make out what they were. It was mostly Rick talking with his deep voice, but a higher one responded faintly from time to time. As I got closer I started to hear better. “... you like that big poz cock, don’t you faggot...” “...oh...” “What? I can hear you tina boy, say it.” “... I ... love … your poz cock Sir …" I had no idea what “poz” and “tina” meant, but the dirty talk was getting me horny like crazy. Hearing them moan and talk like that, coupled with the sound their bodies made as Rick was clearly fucking the other guy in the ass, had me rock hard in my boxer shorts. I managed to get on the edge of Rick’s door and couldn’t help from having a quick peek inside. I barely got my eye out and saw Rick right in front of me, with his eyes closed, fucking a young man about the same age as me. I couldn’t see the other man’s face as his head was buried into the bed, his ass way up to meet Rick’s dick, which I couldn’t see. I could also see a quite large biohazard tattoo on Rick’s chest. There was also a lot of stuff laying on the bed around them, I recognized a few bottles and syringes, but I couldn’t watch any longer as I was afraid Rick would see me. I bolted as fast and quietly to my room as I could and closed the door. I was so turned on by what I saw and heard that I started to jerk off right away and, with the image in my mind of Rick fucking the boy in the ass, came under a minute later. It was the most intense orgasm I had in quite a while, and I was surprised how all of this had turned me on. I thought about it repeatedly and started to wonder what Rick was saying to his lover. I got on my computer and googled “poz dick” and “tina”. I was very confused at what I was finding. Was Rick HIV positive? Was it somewhat of a turn on for him? What about the other guy? Was he okay with it? Tina was some kind of drug, and they were doing some? That would explain the syringes and bottles and various paraphernalia lying around. All of this seemed wild and intense to me and I was starting to doubt that I had heard correctly. I kept reading about it, and eventually found some videos showing dudes using needles, smoking out of glass pipes and then having sex. To my surprise, I couldn’t stop looking at them. It was SO HOT. My dick was rock hard and I kept masturbating all night long, sometimes hearing Rick and his guest in the distance. By my third orgasm, I was starting to realize I was not as straight as I thought I was, and I was becoming more and more curious about trying sex with another man. But I was also especially curious about the different drugs I knew nothing about but seemed to make these guys unbelievably horny and high as hell. My research led me to learn about the bug chasing fetish. There were people actively trying to catch HIV and I thought the idea was equal parts repulsive and fascinating. To willingly get yourself infected with this terrible disease and then “gifting” it to others. What a wild idea! I couldn't understand why I found it so appealing and still so frightening at the same time. Eventually late into the night (or early in the morning) I collapsed and fell asleep without even realizing it. I had wild dreams about naked men, huge dicks, needles, and cum and when I woke up I still had a huge boner and I had to masturbate once again. ---- When I finally got out of my room Rick was in the kitchen eating breakfast, alone. “Hey boy, made some breakfast and there’s plenty enough for you, just help yourself.” “Wow thanks Rick!” I felt a bit uneasy after what I had witnessed a few hours earlier. I was seeing Rick in a completely different light, now. For the first time I realized how handsome he really was; he had a very masculine face, big and well defined muscles, a very manly man. I caught myself starting to fantasize about him and my dick twitched a few times. I wondered what his dick looked like. “So, did you enjoy the show last night?” “The show? What show?” “I saw you peeking in my room when I was with my guest. I hope we didn’t scare you” Rick said with a laugh. My stomach sank. I got caught! I was sure Rick didn’t see me. At least judging his reaction, he seemed genuinely fine with it, but still. He caught my own concerned face. “Hey, don’t worry, if I didn’t want you to see anything I would have closed the door. You’re welcome to watch or join any time, I really don’t mind. In fact, I enjoy being watched.” That was unexpected to say the least, but it made sense. “So?” “Huh... so what?” “Did you like what you saw?” I didn’t want Rick to know how much I found it hot to watch him pound some guy’s ass relentlessly while saying incredibly dirty things to him. I was straight and I didn’t want Rick to even consider the possibility that I wasn’t in any way. "It was... interesting.” “Well, like I said you’re free to join in anytime, the more the merrier” he replied with a wink and a charming smile. “Aaah, thanks, but I’m not gay, so I’m gonna take a pass.” “You sure about that boy? You don’t know what you’re missing.” I was nervous as hell and thinking about what to say when Rick, having finished his meal, got up in a sudden. “Anyway, we can talk about it later I’m off to run some errands. See ya tonight, boy.” I was relieved this interaction was over. I was afraid Rick would notice the growing bulge in my pants. ---- As soon as Rick was out of the house I opened back the porn tabs on my computer and kept looking at stuff about tina, chem sex, pozzing, bug chasing and gift giving. This stuff was making me hornier and hornier. Everything was spinning fast in my head, and I was feeling like I just hit puberty for a second time. It was so dirty, horny, wrong and extreme that I couldn’t believe some people actually did that stuff. I read story after story on a website called Breeding Zone and then started to picture Rick getting me high and then laying me on my back, spreading my legs and entering me with his toxic poz cock and infecting me with his virus... OH. MY. GOD. As I reached that point of my daydreaming fantasy, I was masturbating furiously and erupted into the strongest orgasm I ever had, bar none. I shot my load on my belly and decided to scoop some and taste it. I had never done that but I was so horny I couldn’t resist. It tasted amazing. I wondered what Rick’s cum tasted like. Rick’s poz, toxic cum... I’ve always been sure I was 100% straight, but after all this and while looking at a video of a guy, fucked up on chems, getting gang banged raw by a bunch of poz dudes, I was starting to seriously doubt it. My erection wouldn’t go away even after several orgasms, I had never been this turned on in my life and for such a long time. I tried to shake it off and distract myself by resuming my job hunting, but I couldn’t focus on anything. My dick was there to remind me there were more interesting things to spend my time on. I was getting addicted to raunchy gay porn. When the night came I could hear noise coming from Rick’s room. I was really tempted to go and see what he was up to, and with whom. But at the same time I didn’t want him to know how curious I was about it all so I stayed in my room, waiting. After a while the noise became louder. I could hear moans and grunts, but it didn’t really sound like Rick or the guy that was here the night before. Eventually curiosity got the best of me and I quietly made my way to Rick’s room. As I got to his door, which was once again wide open, I was surprised to see that Rick was alone, laying on his bed, wearing only a pair of briefs that showcased a huge bulge between his legs, surrounded by several items like bottles, baggies and syringes. The noise I was hearing was coming from his huge TV; porn was playing, a guy was on a sling getting rammed by a huge cock and moaning like crazy. Rick saw me right away and gave me a smile. “Hey boy, I was starting to wonder when you would join me. I’ve been waiting for a while now. Come in, don’t be shy, I won’t bite.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued...

I needed a few days to recover from two and a half weeks of breeding chaser #1. He seemed to get a double dose of the conversion flu to make up for the one I didn't seem to get. When my dick had recovered and my balls were full, I went in search of someone new to fuck. While I was looking, I got a message from an early 30's guy. There were only a couple body pics that showed a mostly smooth, thin body, trimmed pubes around a larger cock with an upward curve, and a nicely muscled ass dripping cum. His stats said he was an inch taller and twenty pounds lighter than me. "Hey, hot profile. Looking for poz guys a little older than me that will breed neg holes. Let me know if ur interested" his message said. We messaged a few more times and I made sure he was serious. When I showed up at his apartment, he looked close to the pics on the profile but had added maybe ten pounds. His face wasn't pretty and the mop of straight, stringy hair didn't do him any favors, but he had nice full lips and I'd find out later, a long, talented tongue. I followed his naked body back to a bedroom where he helped me out of my jeans and moments later his mouth was engulfing my quickly hardening cock. I only let him go a few minutes until my cock was covered in spit before grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking him off my shaft. I didn't need to tell him what to do next. The moment I let go of his hair, he scrambled on to the bed, looking back to see if his position on his hands and knees was what I wanted. I nodded and glanced around the room. On the nightstand was a bottle of lube and some poppers. I grabbed the poppers and took a couple hits before sealing the bottle and tossing it on the bed next to his hand. By the time he got the first hit, the head of my cock was resting on his hole. Once I heard his second huff, I thrust my cock in a couple seconds later. He groaned loudly as my cock drove in over half way. I waited a moment and withdrew an inch and shoved back in until my balls slapped into his. I gripped his body and began to plow into his tight hole. The spit really wasn't enough to lube him but my precum began to help. After a dozen strokes, I felt him give a tentative squeeze to my cock. My chuckle told him that he could work his ass however he wanted. I liked a bottom that was part of the fuck and I rarely came from a guy trying to milk the load out of my balls. A few minutes later, his hole got sloppy enough that I could fuck harder. There was a satisfying thud as my body slammed into his. Several minutes later, the friction increased and he started to groan again. I made it a little longer before I felt the cum start to rise and I froze mid thrust, my cock showering his guts with cum. Driving in another couple inches, my cock let out a few more spurts of jizz before I fell forward, planting the rest of my cock in. This time, his firm squeezes did milk out a little more cum, making me laugh and growl out "Greedy fucker, aren't ya." We laid there on the bed, both of us breathing heavy. He had a big grin on his face and there was a smaller one on mine, too. "So, is it just the high from the risk or do you really want to get infected" I asked, choosing the most unglamorous word I could think of to describe what I had just tried to do. "I want to get pozzed. I've been chasing for three years and the desire just keeps getting stronger. I have a deal with some other guys that the first one of us to get charged up, does the other four. I want to be the one that gets to do it" he explained, the grin getting a little more sinister. "Hmm, that means you're versatile, then" I said. "Not for the past couple years. I became a total bottom until I get pozzed" he replied. Any thoughts that I had that he was going to regret me breeding him vanished. "That's quite the commitment. Looks like I may have to breed you a few more times to make sure you get to top again soon. This city is desperate for more tops" I said. "You're really toxic? You're not catfishin' me to get in my ass?" he asked. I got up and pulled my phone out of my jeans and flipped around and showed him the screenshot of my test results. "Fuck yeah! I'll take as much of that as you want to share" he said. "As I've heard from a few guys... It's fun trying" I replied. I continued to follow Chris' method and we fucked four or five days a week for the next few weeks until he called me to say he was sick as a dog and couldn't meet. As horrible as he sounded, there was excitement in his voice. "Don't forget about your buddies. End their chase like I did yours" I told him. That evening I was back on the apps looking for my next target. Instead of 'neg for poz' in my search, I changed it to 'neg for any' and began looking at the new set of guys. One guy caught my eye and I looked at his profile several times. He was younger than I usually looked for but a little older than the college guys looking for their daddy fix. The four pics showed that he was proud of his hairy body. Brown fur covered his chest, abs, back, ass and legs. Even the pic of him sucking a thick black cock showed he wore a very bushy beard. His body size put him into the 'cub' category and it looked like he was no stranger to the gym. I must have looked at it a few too many times since he sent a message "Thanks for lookin. Hot profile. Sorry, I don't like to know I'm playing with poz guys. I like some mystery." That's when I found out it was good to have a second profile that skipped or changed some info. After thinking about it a while, I made several changes to make the profiles look different. I wasn't going to lie and say I was neg or ten years younger, but I shaved a few pounds off and listed my status as "ask me." My age and sizes were very similar, but the pics and text were very different. To make it less obvious, I waited a week before I contacted the muscle cub from my new profile. To my surprise, he replied when he logged in a day later. The discussion seemed to indicate his kinks were limited to barebacking, breeding, piss and bukkake. While I was into the first three, the last one didn't do anything for me since I preferred to shoot my cum inside a guy. He also said he preferred very little talking during sex. Grunts, moans and groans were fine but that was it. I guess it fit in with not having the top's status getting divulged. We met up at his apartment and I figured I'd have one chance at tapping him. While he hadn't said anything explicit, it didn't sound like he hooked up with the same guy more than one or two times. "Hey, glad you could make it" was about all the words he said, other than "bye" when I left. His voice was deep but casual. Grunts and moans were all that filled his bedroom for the next hour. Most of the time I was behind him, fucking him over the side of the bed, on his hands and knees, on his knees or flat on his stomach. My cock drilled him hard and soft, with short strokes and long. I loved feeling his sweaty body against mine while we rutted as nature intended - bare. His hole was slick with precum for most of our fuck and as with the other neg guys, I leaked more than normal while fucking him. Maybe it was because I found him sexier than most guys I hooked up with. Part of that sexiness was his confidence. He didn't try to overplay his masculinity. He acted like an average guy that liked risky sex. I just happened to think he was a lot hotter than your average guy. Muscle cub was a little reluctant when I flipped him on his back for a few more minutes of pounding before I dumped my second load into him. I doubt he knew I had already bred him while I fucked him earlier when I got myself too close prevent shooting my charged load in. I kept plowing through several shots, coating his guts with my cum. The second load was almost as big as the first, but I pumped it in fully planted in his ass. His eyes were closed but the expression on his face told me he knew I had filled him with my seed. My face had a very big, satisfied grin on it and had moaned a drawn out "ah fuck yeah" with the last few spurts. A week later I got a message from him. "Hey. Was hoping we could meet up again. Been really busy and no sex since we hooked. Not going to have much time next week either so I want to meet someone I know is gonna fuck good and leave me dripping" he said. It was pretty flattering and it was hard to refuse spending some more time fucking the stud. I was supposed to meet a friend for beers when muscle cub was free, so I did what any horny gay guy would do. We spent almost two hours playing this time. We started on the couch with him sucking me. He spent a lot more time getting my cock hard and wet than our first meet and I played with his ass almost as long. My tongue loved his furry ass and hole and my fingers did too. I didn't get my fist in, but four fingers were able to stretch him open. I even got a few encouraging words from him. By the time I pressed my bare cock into his ass, my beard was dripping spit and his hole was gaping nicely. My cock slipped in easily but as soon as I bottomed out, he clamped down and let out a deep moan. The more relaxed pace let me spend more time plowing into his talented hole and enjoy feeling our bodies completely connected. We both worked up a good sweat and I loved rubbing his body with my hands and feeling the damp fur under my palm or on my chest. I fucked him over the end of the sofa in a few positions before finally breeding his hole. That was when he spoke for the first time during sex, telling me how he loved feeling my cock throb inside him. When we had recovered, he pushed me toward the bedroom for round two. He might have been a bottom but there wasn't a submissive bone in his body. He wasn't aggressive enough to be a power bottom either, but there were signs that he might be on his way there. While I first thought that he might want to cuddle while my balls refilled, that wasn't what he planned. I quickly found myself between his legs, sucking on his nice, thick cock. This was new territory and one that I didn't mind at all. I considered myself ninety percent top these days, back to what I was with my cumwhore of an ex. I'd briefly moved to fifty-fifty versatile with Chris, but that was now over. Sucking dick was always one of those things that I loved to do but it needed the right guy. Muscle cub was perfect for this. A nice cock, a good attitude and the chance that I'd be swallowing his last neg load made for a very satisfying blowjob. Twenty minutes of sucking, licking and stroking his shaft gave me plenty of time to ready load number two. From his cock, I licked down to his hairy ass and licked my cum that was leaking out of the tight pucker. My tongue dug in, fucking him a few moments before my now stiff cock was ready to slide back into the warm, wet confines of his pussy. Unlike our fuck a week before, muscle cub had no issue with me fucking him on his back. At first he held his thick legs back while I drilled his hole before eventually resting them on my shoulders. Last time he kept his eyes closed and grunted occasionally, this time his eyes were locked on to mine and the grin from before got bigger. The moans and grunts got louder too. "Fuck yeah! Pound that hole" he growled out, almost making me jump back. I chuckled and growled back "Yeah? Like that cock drilling into your hole? You like me churning up that load from earlier?" "Uh huh. I feel some of it drippin out... you better put some back in" he groaned out in response. This was the type of banter I liked to have during sex. It had been sorely missing from our first fuck and I wondered if he wanted to avoid any conversation that might have hinted at mine or his status. I hadn't fucked enough chasers to have anything like that become part of my normal fuck-talk so it was easy to avoid. I pounded him harder until finally my balls couldn't keep their viral contents inside. I growled as spurts of cum showered his guts and he yelled out "Oh god yeah!" My body shuddered and shook during the intense orgasm and when it faded we were staring at each other. I pulled out and rolled over on to the bed next to him, still breathing heavily. It was his turn to get between my legs and suck the cum from my shaft and balls. He was surprisingly gentle but I doubt he missed a drop of semen, whether he licked it up or coated his beard with it. He continued long enough to make my cock start to stiffen again. I was pleasantly surprised when he crawled on top of me and lined up my cock to his very slick hole. He rode me for about ten minutes until I could tell his legs were starting to burn. I tugged him toward me and on to his knees while I took over and drilled his ass for another five minutes before I unleashed a few more ropes of cum into him. "Thanks... that was fuckin awesome. I haven't fucked like that in a few years" he said a minute later. "Yeah, that was damn good" I replied. Once he had crawled off of me, I went in search of my clothes. While he was a lot more vocal and friendly this time, it was still just a hookup and I knew it was time to head home. Part of me expected a message from him a week later, but I didn't get one. The next week was the same and by then I was fucking a couple other guys anyway. I finally saw him online a month or so later. I was using my original poz status account and checked out his profile. A smile came over my face as I saw the change in his status. About a half hour later he sent a message "Thanks for lookin. Hot profile. Wanna hookup some time?" Chuckling, I replied "Thanks. Sorry, I prefer the challenge of neg guys."

I was in Madrid last week and after a night out with mates I slipped off to Attack bar. Super charged atmosphere by the time I arrived just after midnight. Went down to the basement where most of the action was going on. A bear from California got down and sucked my cock deep and then turned round. His ass was wet with lube or cum (not sure) so I slid my hard cock deep inside and fucked him doggy. I was so turned on fucking him with everyone watching and fucking and sucking that I couldn't hold my 5 day load. I shuddered and shot a big load deep inside and carried on fucking and pushing my cum deeper until my balls hit his ass. I slid out once my dick was soft and then wandered around the bar, upstairs and downstairs, beer in hand. I ended up in another smaller room which got crowded quickly as there was this hot guy offering his cock for sucking. A guy from Berlin sitting next to me started to show his ass and I inserted my finger, then two more fingers and soon my whole fist was inside his ass. Felt amazing watching him squirm while I fisted him with my right hand and played with this balls and cock with my left. I fisted him for ages. Turned me on so much I was rock hard in no time. California guy came in then and offered us his well-lubed ass. Berlin guy fucked him hard first while I watched his cock slide into Cali guy's ass, then I took over and fucked him doggy even harder than before. This time I didn't cum so fast but when I did I edged for ages and then shot what felt like a pint of hot cum deep inside his ass and I bent over and kissed his neck. A fantastic end to an amazing night at Attack. My balls felt sore and empty as I left the place at 2am. I want to fist Berlin guy again.... loved it!

Part 33 - Christmas Comes Early All around them clothes flew in the air and a shriek from Alex as Max lifted him high off the floor plonking him on the bed and jumping on top of him. Marty and Josh stopped mid fondling as the room went silent and they looked at Alex and Max 'Dam that is love!' Marty remarked at the way Max was staring down in to Alex's eyes before their mouths met in a soft and very sensual kiss. Josh nodded and looked at the tattoos adorned across Max's shoulder and down his arm turning him on even more. He slipped behind Marty and rubbed his cock against Marty's firm arse. Marty eased himself away and turned to Josh 'Absolutely not!' he said sinking a wet sloppy kiss on Josh 'I do the fucking' he added. The few men he had been with were all okay and really did nothing for Josh, his type was so particular that he knew what he liked. Here in Marty was something so incredibly alluring that Josh instantly knew this was a man that could keep him on his toes and interested. Josh had been completely lost in thought and found himself laying on the bed with Marty on top between his legs and staring down at him. It was an intense look that drew them together, Josh had always been a sucker for eyes and Marty was not disappointing on that front. In fact there was nothing that Josh didn't like about Marty, he had no way of knowing that in this moment the feeling was entirely mutual and tonight would also leave them inseparable. His lips parted, almost mouth to mouth with Marty urging to kiss him again, he was rewarded with a deep passionate kiss. It was a kiss that sealed their fate, Josh writhing under Marty in a very erotic and desperate way, all the time they kissed Marty slipped each of his hands down pulling Josh's legs up around his hips and wriggling in to position. Josh was in no doubt he was about to get fucked by the deliberate executed movements Marty made indicating his intention. He was not even afforded a moan or cry with Marty's mouth clamped down firmly on Josh's kissing him, using his free hand he guided his precum soaked cock towards Josh's arse, his body was craving Josh in desire and loving desperation. Josh arched his back as the cock made contact with his hole, his fingers dug in to Marty's waist whilst the rest of his body was powerless to move. It hurt yet his body surged in and intense and powerful rush of desire that allowed Marty to sink deep up to his balls. Finally Marty broke from the kiss and stared down at his fine handsome looks, perfectly made, perfect for him. His hips drove a powerful thrust deeper in to Josh, the intensity forcing his head up and clamping his mouth on to Marty pulling him back down. To their side Alex laid under Max and stopped what they were doing, both looking at melding bodies next to them. It was like they shut everyone else out and only had a need for each other. The vibrations passing through the mattress and Alex's back told him that Josh was getting the full Marty experience. His arse moving rapidly, the sight stirred Alex and he looked up at Max who turned at the same time 'Your turn!' he said softly but his actions contradicting, he roughly pulled Alex's legs up around his hips and shuffling his legs to lock Alex in place. Alex bit on Max's neck lightly 'Bring it on!' he said before his whole body felt the wave of penetration from Max's cock as it entered his hole fighting any resistance until he could go no further. The moans and cries of erotic pleasure drowned out by Max's tongue invading his mouth locking their lips together. Max was in a desperate state to fuck Alex and was not holding back settling in to a steady continuous deep pounding. Grabbing Alex's arms and holding them above his head looking down at the giggling and moaning prince under him. Alex leaned up and kissed the tattoo on Max's shoulder 'So fucking sexy!' he whispered softly before arching his neck back as Max delivered several hard thrusts then back to his steady pounding. Max grinned and kissed Alex lightly on the mouth 'Don't you dare cum!' he warned his prince. Marty snaked his arm around Josh's neck cradling it against his neck and shoulder giving him the opportunity to take a sneaky peak at his favourite royal getting fucked, the sight spurring him on. Josh managed to free his head and glanced over at Alex who was lost under Max, the only sign of his excitement was his curling toes and legs that wriggled and shook sporadically. Max focused back on Josh and gave a hard thrust jolting Josh to look back at Marty 'Pay attention to me!' he barked softly with his deep velvety voice, Josh simply looked up and smiled 'You are all that matters' he said pulling Marty down to kiss him. Was it to much to quickly Josh found himself wondering before he felt the speed in Marty's pounding pick up. His body lowered slightly as he shuffled his knees up higher on the bed allowing him to fuck deeper in to Josh. Suddenly Marty pushed with all his might roaring and moaning feeling the cum trigger going off and moving so quickly that his orgasm caught himself by surprise. His lips latched on to Josh and his body went perfectly still, only the muscles in his arse were the visible movements as they clenched nudging his cock deep in to Josh. For the first time in sex his body was in heightened mode and sensitive to every movement Marty made, each pulsing contraction felt exaggerated inside his body. First he felt the slickness in his arse then a soothing warm feeling tingled deep in his core, his arms held on to Marty's back tightly a feeling that he couldn't get enough of as this man took over his body. Gradually he could feel Marty's body slowly returning back to normal as they resumed kissing. The sound of a man in the throws of orgasm bought Max to the brink finding himself unable to stop the inevitable from happening. He looked down at Alex 'Cant' stop it' he moaned then reared his body upwards thrusting his hips down. His erotic moans filled the air until his orgasm cycle completed, his cock remaining hard as he dropped forward and held Alex and kissed him softly until he could ease himself out of Alex. "Are you okay?" Alex asked wondering what had happened. Max nodded catching his breath "His fault!" he replied nodding in Marty's direction. Alex smiled "Be thankful you are not Josh!" he said then giggled. "Oi!" came the deep seductive voice of Marty, "My turn" he said having finally let go of Josh. Max moved to give him access to Alex "Eh?" Max suddenly said as Marty grabbed hold of him. "No, I want you pretty boy" Marty said flinging Max on to his stomach. "Alex!" Max said looking shocked and seeking assurance again that this was okay. Alex shuffled up to Josh "Here" he said handing Max a pillow, "You might need that to bite on". "Oh fuuuck!" Max cried out as Marty took him. Max had no time to even try to fake fight Marty off as he was already balls deep inside. Suddenly he knew what Alex meant by giving him the pillow. Marty's sexual drive was running on overtime and his powerful thrusts rained down pummelling Max. He was struggling to catch his breath from the rapid speed and power hitting inside his hole. There was love making, sex and animal sex and Marty was proving he could do both yet Max was on the receiving end of his animal sex. Alex and Josh looked on and laughed settling back on the bed and watching the show. Max simply had to grin and bear it being unable to reach for the pillow that he desperately wanted to bite on a yell, his grunting moans were quite intoxicating to Alex and Josh who were laying there playing with their cocks. "How was it?" Alex asked admiring Marty's arse moving like a jackhammer in his man. "Dam hot!" Josh replied still flustered in his face, "Can I kiss you?" he asked. Alex cocked his head to one side "Hmm, I got something better" he replied sliding down the bed. "Oh fuck!" Josh remarked grabbing Alex's head and pushing his mouth further down his cock. Max managed to turn his head and briefly watching his man going down on Josh, if he could giggle he would have but Marty was so finely tuned doing Max that he could only manage groans as the air was pushed out of his lungs from the force of the cock pounding away at him. It was evident that there really was nothing going on between Alex and Josh sexually wise despite Max's own reservation and by the shocked locked on Josh's face, even though he made no attempt to push Alex away. The moment he took Josh's cock he got the taste of precum, he hadn't expected Josh to be up for this and soon found that his head was pushed down forcing him to take the full length of Josh's shaft to do the job properly. Josh reached down and held Alex's cock massaging it gently, he settled back against the pillows in a transient sexual state staring up at the ceiling making erotic moans the closer Alex got him to orgasm. Hearing the moans from Max and the deep grunts that occasionally surface from Marty only added to his suspense. He felt the tingle start and build, catching his breath he looked down and gently pushed Alex's head up just enough since he didn't want to choke the prince. Alex felt the change and ran his mouth up to the tip and finished the work by hand whilst he licked up and down the shaft. The close up view witnessed the first few drops fly then quickly followed by four or five long streams of cum jettisoning clean in to the air. Alex slipped his mouth down his cock again and felt both of Josh's hands grab his head pushing him down deeper and tasting the remnants of his orgasm. Alex managed to turn his head when his attention was drawn by the harder grunts Marty was making. Josh kept Alex's mouth on his cock making him work on it in his post orgasm state. Marty was now dead weighting Max, his arse moving so quickly that Alex and Josh had no idea how he was taking such a drilling. Suddenly Marty raised himself placing his hand across the back of Max's shoulder, his hips delivered two harder thrusts before his arse cheeks clenched together and Max raised his head 'Oh fuck!' he moaned dropping his head back on the bed, his legs banging against the mattress rapidly as Marty shot his load deep inside Max. Panting heavily and slightly bewildered yet incredibly amazed by what he had experienced Max was unable to move or say anything. Marty laid on top grinding his cock away "Dam that was good!" he said kissing Max on the cheek. Max gave a thumps up as Marty withdrew still hard as a rock "Woohoo" Marty cheered. He looked at Alex "What are you doing to my boyfriend?" Marty said smirking at him. Alex removed Josh's cock from his mouth "What did you do to mine?" he asked in return. Marty knelt over to Josh and kissed him then looked at Alex "Your turn" he said. "Seriously?" Alex asked looking at him move ever so closer. Marty kissed him hard "Did you think I was going to let you slip by?" he stated. Max rolled on to his back unable to regain any normality and wondering if this was all real. He watched Marty easily and seductively make his move on Alex who looked partly transfixed and submissive to him, powerless to say no once his eyes fixed on Alex as his next target. He couldn't even fathom out how the evening had ended up in the Marty gangbang taking each one of them in turn, or even how he still had the sex drive to carry on. Max stumbled across the bed and sat next to Josh whose stomach will still wet from his cum and even he seemed to be smiling clearly enjoying his time. The cries and moans he knew from London filled the air as Marty got to work on Alex. Josh glanced at Max and put his arm around his shoulder. "Enjoying yourself?" Josh asked, "I certainly am, never expected to meet him". Max looked at Josh "So are you actually his boyfriend then?" he asked not quite sure of the score. "Apparently" Josh replied glancing at Marty, "I only met him this evening but wow!". Max smiled "Did it just connect, you know feel right?" he asked. Josh nodded "In more ways than I can figure out" he replied quietly satisfied, "And for you?". Max nodded "Yes. I know that feeling, you can't describe it" he said gently stroking Josh's leg. "I guess you will be going to the Royal Christmas Ball err tonight" Josh said looking at the time. "I doubt it" Max replied chuckling, "Any way I have to fly home on Friday" he added. Josh looked at him "Nah, you can't leave" he said, "Alex loves you, I like you and Marty well!". Max and Josh laughed quietly then he went serious "This wasn't how it was suppose to be Josh". "What do you mean?" Josh asked looking seriously at him. "Like this" Max said looking at them having sex, "I thought it would be all prim and proper". Josh glanced at him "I have never done it with 3 other guys, always one on one" he expressed. "Same here, I just thought it would be Alex and me having sex" Max replied looking serious. Josh leant in and kissed him "He loves you Max make no mistake about that" he said. "How can I compete with that sex machine?" Max asked looking at Marty going full on with Alex. "You are lucky!" Josh replied looking at him, "I will be on the receiving end of that all the time". Max laughed and pulled Josh on top of him and kissed him deeply "Get on your knees!" Max demanded. Josh looked curiously at him "Only if I get to fuck you as well!" he replied. Max chuckled "Only if you get royal permission" he said flinging Josh off of him, "Knees now!". Still so aroused from his sex with Marty he knelt up shuffling between Josh's legs. His cock slid up between the soft arse cheeks like a hot dog. He then pulled back and slid his cock gently inside Josh who raised his head and moaned softly. In contrast the wild sex going on next to them Max took his time slowly fucking Josh and adding the odd deep hard thrusts that kept Josh in suspense wondering when and if it was coming again. Strangely banging the hell out of Josh didn't seem right to Max and he wanted them both to enjoy this. Moving one of his hands from Josh's hips he placed it over his shoulder and pulled Josh up and back until he was sat and impaled. Max wrapped his arms around Josh holding him upright kissing him, his cock moving faster inside Josh's arse. A connection forging between them and they were oblivious to the sounds of Marty having his third orgasm and slapping Alex on the arse cheek several times for good measure as he finished the job in hand. Marty raised himself up off Alex and sat on his knees stroking the firm royal arse whilst watching Max seemingly making love to Josh. He tapped Alex on the shoulder who turned his head to look and smiled rolling on to his back. Marty pushed Alex up to sit and took position behind him holding on to the prince whilst they both watched their boyfriends lost in sex. They only noise was the light tapping of Max's balls against Josh's arse and the sloppy sound of kissing. They watched as Max gave a sudden rapid burst of thrusts and his arms tightened around Josh's body pulling him back on his cock hard. The air suddenly filled with Max's moans timed with the pulses in his cock. Josh stared in to his eyes his arm holding Max's head close to his and they kissed one last time before Max slowly extracted his cock. A gentle round of applause came from Alex and Marty causing Josh to go bright red. "Shut up weirdos" Josh said falling forward on to his stomach and laughing. Max sat kneeling and looked at Marty "That is one sweet fuck Marty!" he said. "Glad you approve" Marty said pulling Max on to his back and kissing him. "There is something so sexy about him" Max said, Josh raised his head and giggled. Marty moved over and grabbed Josh "Mine!" he said to Max smirking and kissing Josh deeply. Max went to Alex who had a big grin looking up at the ceiling "Hey lover" Alex said softly. "Am I your lover?" Max asked sweetly, "How can I compete with that!" he said smiling at Alex. Alex smiled "That was sex, you and I make love and you belong here" he said tapping his heart. Max leaned own and kissed him softly "I feel like Christmas is already here" Alex said softly. Max kissed him again tenderly teasing Alex, instantly Max felt the surge of love passing from Alex to him, indescribable emotions happening between them and Max knew he had made the right decision with Alex. Slowly they made their way to the top of the bed climbing under the sheets holding each other. The other side of the bed Josh and Marty were still kissing with limbs wrapped around each other. Max had his back up against Josh who kept having sneaky strokes of Max's leg and bum causing him to giggle. Marty checked his alarm was set then turned back to Josh and held him, the four of them drifted off from the alcohol consumed and sexual exhaustion. Marty snoozed his 6am alarm and Josh held him tighter "I have to go to work" he said kissing him. "Are you hungover?" Josh asked with a slightly thick head but not feeling to bad. Marty shook his head "No, why do you ask?" he replied looking in to Josh's eyes. "Last night" Josh started saying, "Did you actually mean what you said?" he asked. Marty smirked "Yes, that is if you want to be" he replied assessing Josh's reaction. Josh leaned closer and kissed him then looked him in the eye "Then I am your boyfriend". Marty smiled franticly kissing Josh and waking the others up "Pack it in" Alex said waking up. Alex leaned up watching Marty find his clothes and dress "I need to get to the stables Alex". "Do you know how to get there from here?" Alex asked sitting up, Marty nodded and kissed Josh. "Marty!" Alex called out, "You still coming to the ball tonight?" he asked. Marty looked at Josh "You going?" he asked and Josh nodded, "See you there at 7pm" he said. Josh watched Marty punch the number in to a door just off the bedroom then he disappeared down the private passages. Alex returned from the bathroom and got back in to bed climbing over Max to lay between them. He handed a couple of painkillers to Josh who giggled and thanked him. He handed a couple to Max as well just in case he was feeling thick headed as well. Alex flipped over on to his stomach and looked at Josh "Well?" he asked. Josh shrugged "I have a boyfriend" he said mulling it over, "I don't even know how or know him". Alex smirked "Sometimes it just feels right" he said then giggled as Max slipped on top of him. "You two were made to be together" Josh said with a content look on his face. Max smiled and pinched Josh's nipple "Argh!" he cried giggling, "Friends do not do that". "Am I your friend then?" Max asked and Josh nodded then ran his hand over Max's arse, "Stop it!". "I love your tattoos Max" Josh said now running his fingers down Max's arm. Max sighed and kissed Alex on the neck "I should get back to the hotel" he said sadly. Alex shook his head "I am not letting you go anywhere Max" he said turning his head. "I will come back Alex, I have a flight home booked for tomorrow" Max stated between kisses. "I don't want you to leave Max" Alex said defiantly putting his foot down, "Stay here forever with me". Max laughed but Alex was serious "Okay, okay!" Max replied dead weighting a giggling Alex, "I need clothes". "Liam can pick them up for you when he drops Josh off" Alex informed him. Josh sat up "Speaking of which I need to sort out a suit for tonight" he said yawning. Max looked up "I will leave later then" he said. "No!" Alex said turning his head, "You have to come tonight". Max rolled his eyes "He is fucking bossy" he said to Josh, "Anyway got nothing nice to wear". Josh laughed "That I can fix" he said patting Max on the head, "Just need your size". Max bit on Alex's neck lightly knowing he was beaten by them both "Okay!". Liam entered Alex's apartment shortly after to take Josh home and pick up Max's clothes along with the combination to the safe to collect every thing, in no uncertain terms Liam had told Max he was checking him out of the hotel as he had to stay in the palace now. Alex and Max cuddled up and dozed off for a while until Artem arrived with coffee, expecting Max to still be here he brought a pot instead of the usual mug just for Alex. Max sat on the bed crossed legged "This is just like being in a hotel" he said watching Artem. Artem glanced at him "Fuck off!" he said smiling. "Yeah he needs more training, maybe set Marty on him" Alex suggested making Max laugh. "Just remember who dresses you and knows your dirty secrets" Artem said cutting Alex off. Max laughed again "Artem has became my new best friend" he said winking at Artem who smiled. Artem bowed his head "Your highness" he said then nodded to Max and left them to their coffee. "You okay you seem a little quiet?" Max asked as Alex stared in to his cup. Alex looked up "Thinking about how we ended up last night" he said, "That wasn't meant to happen". Max leant over and kissed him "I like watching Marty banging you" he said cheekily. Alex laughed "You should have seen you after he was done with you" Alex added tongue in cheek. "What?" Max asked looking amused. "You looked bewildered" Alex said giggling, "But that was a one off unless you didn't mind". Max contemplated for a moment "Maybe occasionally, Josh is so sweet and amazing to fuck". Alex chuckled "Yeah that I gathered watching you two. Marty is going to keep him busy". Alex yawned "My auntie arrives today for Christmas" he said, "I definitely want you to meet her". Max nodded stroking Alex's face "I am so sorry if I hurt you Alex" he said sincerely. "I am so happy you turned up Max" he said wrapping his arms around Max and snuggling down. "Really?" Max asked now stroking Alex's arse, "Why don't you show me!" he said seductively. Alex crawled on all fours towards Max until he fell on his back laughing, alone at last Alex loomed over Max ready to take control and play top. He moaned sweetly feeling Max's hands and fingers touching his body. Their frantic sex in London that night a distant memory as each seemed to know this moment was their beginning. His lips danced like a skater on ice across Max's mouth, delicate sensual touches, every passing moment their lips parted more until Max couldn't resist the need to kiss him. His fingers lightly running up and down Alex's back then over his arse provoking sweet erotic moans from Alex. Nothing and no one mattered right now, time was immaterial, Alex had the only person he fell in love with right here and wanted to make him happy, show him that his decision to come here was the right one. Their lives had intended for them to be together. Max rolled on to his stomach paving the way for Alex who eased tenderly down on top, his cock sinking between the cheeks penetrated slowly. Max raised his head turning slightly to be met by Alex's lips, they kissed harder and Max's fingers gripped hold of Alex's hands squeezing lightly the more Alex entered him. Max let out a huge long moan and his head dropped back down to the bed, his arse pushed up taking the last inch then pushed down by Alex's hips back on the bed. Alex kissed his neck then slowly grinding and thrusting with gentle passion he took his lover. A moment of pure bliss enveloped them both, it was not a fuck born from a need to have sex, it was one that only lovers could share. Every part of their bodies touched remaining in this position as the minutes passed by, there was no haste and no rush. Alex stopped kissing Max and looked him in the eye, his body feeling the heightened sensuality indicating the orgasm had started. Alex moaned moving to a deeper shorter thrusts 'I love you Max, more that you can imagine' he said between the small gasps each time his body tingled and his balls began their dull pleasuring ache. Max kissed him harder allowing their tongues to dance together for a moment 'I see it in your eyes and feel it in your body Alex' he said softly then moaning as he felt the change in Alex's cock 'I am.. oh fuck.. Alex I love you so much' he finally managed to squeeze the words out. At the same time Alex's hips floored Max, his arse cheeks clenched hard reaching his orgasm. Max thrusted a kiss on Alex and he freed his hand and slipped his arm around Max's neck holding his shoulder to ride out his pent up love for this man. Silence took over the room as they laid joined together. Alex kissed his neck softly then slowly raised himself up rolling on his back panting and heavily drenched in sweat, a huge smile adorned his face. Max laid one arm across Alex's chest stroking it gently, his head turned to face Alex, Alex moved one hand and stroked Max's arse. They simply laid there looking at each other smiling loosing all track of time. Max even forgetting he was inside the the Balenciaga Royal Palace as nothing else mattered. "Will you stay forever with me Max?" Alex asked staring intently in to Max's eyes. Max shuffled and quickly wiped his eyes "Yes" he replied softly. Alex smiled and moved close kissing him.

This happened about a month ago, I am a freshman in college and I have heard of a few cruising spots on campus which really piqued my interest. One of them was in the Student Union bathrooms in the basement area and the other was actually the showers beside the area called the ‘Chill Spot’ that a lot of students hung out at. So one Friday afternoon, I decided to head to the basement bathrooms first, after my lecture around 4pm. I was really nervous since it was my first time cruising, but also I was excited. I sported a half-hard cock most of the day. I prepped beforehand just in case I was gonna be fucking, and wore a jockstrap underneath my sweatpants. I took the elevator down to the basement which really had a few empty classrooms, a lecture hall and the bathrooms at the end of the hall. there was basically no one there from what it could tell except for a few girls in one of the rooms talking and studying. I entered the mens washroom, and went into the middle stall. I sat down on the toilet and just went on my phone for a bit seeing if anything would happen. For a while nothing happened, until the guy in the stall to the right of me knelt down and presented his cock underneath the dividing wall into my stall. I could not believe it, it was a nice 8 inch throbbing white dick with a really cool biohazard+ tattoo just above his shaved cock. I slowly got on my knees and started stroking it slowly, gradually speeding up my pace. the guy started humping my fist which really turned me on and I heard him whisper “suck my dick”. Without thinking I wrapped my lips around his cock and started sucking his thick cock like I had been deprived of cock for months. He started moaning really quietly which got me so horny. I sucked and licked his big balls, while going back and licking his thick shaft and head. He was leaking a lot of precum and it was making a small puddle on the cold bathroom floor. I couldn't believe I was sucking a stranger's cock in my college's bathroom. Anyway I continued sucking his dick until i heard him whisper lemme fuck your ass you slut, and in the heat of the moment I whispered back, “yes daddy”. I turned around and dropped my sweatpants off. I squatted down and stuck my big ass underneath the divider. I felt his hands squeeze my ass. He whispered “goddamn baby you have such a nice ass” and slid a finger into my tight hole. I wasn't expecting that and I let out a soft moan, breaking the silence in the quiet washroom. I really hoped no one else would come in while this guy was about to fuck my ass. He started fingering me faster before I whispered “I want your cock in me daddy”. Without any hesitation I heard him spit on his throbbing cock and then I felt his head right at my wet boy hole.Ii heard him say “you want this poz dick in you?”. I wasn’t sure i heard him right, but before I could reply he slid his thick tainted cock into my ass, and I let out a moan that echoed in the washroom. He started fucking my ass with long strokes while I was on my hands and knees telling him to go faster. Within 5 minutes I couldn't take it anymore and started cumming all over the bathroom floor, and that made him shoot his cum in my ass. I quickly got up, put my pants on and left the bathroom in a haze of shame and feeling like the biggest slut on campus. I sat in my dorm room an hour later looking up what ‘poz” meant and doing image searches on bio-hazard tattoos. I slid in my butt plug to keep his load in me and jerked off twice to some really hot verbal poz videos while planning my next cruising trip on campus.

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Yesterday afternoon. Visited a stud in his hotel. Vascular, defined man, veins and muscles bulging out all over the place. Hammered my ass then shot a long stream of cum deep inside me. Groaning and collapsing. Kinda risky, since I've been off PrEP for a while...

I'm right there with you, love boing back to work or whatever and being able to smell the guys load. One of the reasons I love a facial is I can let some of the jizz dry on my face so I can enjoy the smell for a while.

Great to see here how you guys handle the term “addiction” and own it. Wish I had known or at least heard from guys like all of you earlier. In my case I would say, sex is a helpful and necessary addiction. I was accused of being sex addicted, and was often advised to do something to “cure“ it, I’ve been shamed for that… it interestingly came from people who suppressed their own desires and couldn’t believe in living them up freely, or were even jealous of the way how I lived it up. Accusations came from former lovers/partners, but also by people for whom it shouldn’t have been any business (friends, or even or couples (gay or straight) who considered their lives to be exemplary role models….). Had to learn on my own in the course of time, "If I'm addicted, then I own it, I love it, fuck you!" and to be proud of it and be shameless with pride. Anything can end up into an addiction (job, a hobby, sports etc), if you handle it neglecting other aspects in your life, or damaging your health. But so far, sex only benefited my health the moment I started to live it the way I desired (lots of it and with lots of men, enjoying the variety of encounters and the uniqueness of each man). So it's less a damaging addiction, but a "cure" itself, if dosed the right way... and sometimes you have to increase the dose no matter which cure... I’m uncompromising about fulfilling my commitments towards job, Friends or family, and I do have other hobbies and interests or social connections, and they function. Having said that, sex is for me everything combined: hobby, interest, nutrition for the soul, energy source, spiritual practice, and definitely an addiction that I enjoy very much… And there's the social aspect by having lot of sex: some people connect socially by clubbing, sports, movies, dining, to hang out with similar minded (which is I do with “ordinary” friends or family). My peer groups and social places also consists of men that I share similar experiences of upbringing, sexuality, love, life planning or finding our position in society as non-heteronormative men, or lust and sex drive. Be it close friends that I occasionally have sex with, fuck buddies, hook ups or generally the guys I meet at cruising areas. All of them are like-minded men. I don’t connect with them socially by dining, movies or conversations in the first place - we connect socially by having sex. There’s so much understanding and support being exchanged non-verbally by fucking. Sex is the vibe where we as like-minded men meet with a human touch. If needed, we may exchange conversations and thoughts after the sex, depending on how close we are, but sex is the main tool how we communicate and give each other what you always give one another while interacting socially: the support and fulfillment of being what you are. I get it then and there with those men (or men like you here in this thread) like nowhere else. For me it’s even a necessity to regularly fuck at first sight with strangers in order to connect on a primal raw level and to support each other to feel our wild natural side again, free from emotional connections or a common past. That makes the act pure and even kind of innocent, since you don’t know each other yet. That resets my brain and mind every time again in order to start afresh with my life‘s challenges. In short: for me, having lots of sex with lots of men is a lifestyle, and a mindset, an energy booster, social activity, maybe call it a religious practice. It’s necessarily addictive, cause it keeps me coming back for more again and again, because it’s each time like being born again. And most of all, it’s fun! It’s a passion. It’s only an addiction in a negative sense or hypersexuality for those who don’t understand the various benefits sex can provide and don't have that priority. But apart from that, I love men, I love being gay, I love sex, I love sex for the sake of having sex, no matter with whom, I love being helpless in the face of my own sex drive, I love fucking brainlessly again and again until my balls are empty. Why…? … because it’s simply right. Period. The more men I breed, the more I’m living my best life. I have to do it, again and again, there’s no other go. If it's still considered an addiction - hell yes! Gimme more!

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. This is my first story. Go easy on me guys The following is pure fiction. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is an amazing coincidence. Part 1: Intro “Fuck!” Mark yelled as he put his phone down. His calls with his parents had grown less frequent the past few years, but they always seemed to find a way to piss him off. The latest way was that they wanted him to go check up on his brother Joey at college since they had found out Joey had got thrown off the wrestling team and lost his sports scholarship and wouldn’t talk to them. “We would do it ourselves, but you know how we don’t like to travel to big cities” they said. “Big city? Its a damn college town in the middle of farmland," Mark replied, thinking to himself 'It seems my brother is following in my footsteps', knowing that his brother was even more easily distracted by partying than he had been. Mark began to think about the events that had brought him from a small, rural midwest town to where he was today. It had been quite a wild ride. Mark had left his small hometown and went to college several hours away for many reasons. First was to escape his parents who were very conservative and religious and tried to control everything Mark did. Second was so he could meet other gay guys his age without trying to hide it from his family, friends and nosy townspeople. And last was because there was nothing other than small community colleges nearby and Mark wanted be able to find a good career and move to one of the coasts and enjoy city life far away from his family. After a shaky start in school from too much partying his first semester, he did well. He got good grades, met lots of people and enjoyed a very active sex life. He was a lot more reserved his senior year when his brother decided to go to the same university. His parents were relieved that they were both going to the same school so that Mark could look after his little brother during his first year, but the reality was that they saw little of each other. Mark was busy with finishing up his senior projects and some hard classes while Joey was working out and practicing with the team when he wasn’t studying. They would occasionally run into each other at parties and go home for holidays together, but other than text messages they just lived in different worlds. After graduating, Mark landed a good job at a Silicon Valley software company and moved to California, sharing an apartment with his friend Eric who had also found work out there. The two of them had become friends with benefits their junior year but they never wanted to commit to a relationship since they enjoyed fucking everyone they could. Both, however, were quite relieved to be out of the Midwest, feeling liberated on the West Coast. They frequently went to San Francisco on weekends and hit any baths, bars and sex parties they could find. They had an easy time picking up guys - Mark was tall, a six foot Midwestern white guy with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, nicely toned even though he only sporadically went to the gym (and then usually just to check out the guys), a light fur covered his chest with a trail down to an impressive package - almost eight inches and thick sporting a PA that he recently upped to 0 gauge. His legs and bubble butt also had a covering of light hair. Over the last year he had been adding ink to the two tattoos that he had gotten in college. Both arms now had complete sleeves - the left continuing the tribal motif he started in college, the right being considerably darker and gothic. He was about to start on the tattoos for his back and was getting the art finalized with his tattoo artist. Being truly versatile, he could usually find sex partners almost anywhere - top, bottom or other vers guys to flip with (his favorite). Eric was equally as handsome but very different than Mark and could easily attract his share of men too. Eric came from a traditional Japanese-American family who was not pleased when he came out. He rarely talked to them and it was one thing that Mark and Eric had in common and they had become each other's family. Eric’s darker skin was devoid of any tattoos and he worked out to a strict schedule to keep his muscular five foot, nine body toned, taut and shaved, except for a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a thick 6 inch uncut cock. The only adornments were a small goatee, pierced ears and nipples, and an ever present smile. Eric considered himself to be versatile as well, but in reality he spent most of the time as a bottom. Most would consider him a power bottom - aggressive and usually in charge. That attitude continued when he topped. Whoever he fucked knew who was in control. A few months ago, Mark came down with nasty flu and was home in bed for over a week. A few friends told him to go get tested and he found out he was HIV+. Eric got tested too, but was still negative. The news didn’t really slow either of them down, they both continued to work hard and play harder but Eric was more cautious with whom he hooked up with. Some of Mark’s fuck buddies wouldn’t fuck with him any more, others insisted on condoms which Mark still refused to use. Mark did try condoms with Eric to keep their sex life going, but they both hated the feeling so sex between them stopped. Eric didn’t want to get infected and started to think about going on prep. They still did social events together, but their relationship started to drift apart. Mark did find a new group of guys to fuck that were either already poz or didn’t care. Mark kept putting off the doctor's instructions to begin meds. Several of his poz friends started letting him know where to find neg guys that wanted poz loads and he really enjoyed his new found power. The first week he bred five neg guys, all of whom announced he had come down with 'the flu', which gave Mark's confidence a boost. He no longer feared he was either never going to have sex or only get to fuck a few other poz guys. None of Mark’s family knew of his sexuality or infection and Mark was keen to keep it that way. He had heard enough from his parents preaching about “how those queers were going to rot in hell.” Mark tried to talk to his brother over the phone about his parents' concerns, but didn't get any solid answers out of his brother, so Mark concluded he would need to meet with his brother in person if he was to get a handle on what was going on. He really cared about his brother Joey and wanted to make sure he was able to graduate and escape like he had. Mark talked to his boss and was able to get a few days off a couple weeks later, so when he got home from work he sat down at the computer and hit all the travel websites and found what he needed - air tickets for going Thursday and coming back Monday and a rental car. He originally thought it would be better to stay at his brother’s apartment, but the more the thought about it a hotel room would make it a lot easier to hookup if he had time. After hunting around for a couple hours, he found a place that wasn’t a dive and didn’t cost a fortune. The hotel had outside door access and remembered going to a few sex parties there when he was in school. Everything was set. He would have to work hard the next two weeks since he might have a few days off, but the deadlines were still the same. He closed the laptop and got up and got ready for bed. Naked, he slipped into the bed with Eric and they kissed each other just like countless other nights before Eric pulled away and told Mark “We need to talk.” Mark’s heart sank at the sound of Eric’s words. Thoughts flashed through his mind, but the one that stuck was that he was about to get dumped. Looking at Eric he knew something was wrong because Eric's smile was gone and he looked very serious. “I know things have been pretty awkward between us since you found out you are poz” Eric said. “I want you to know that I still love you.” Mark’s heart sank even lower. He started to speak but Eric cut him off before he got the first word out of his mouth. “Let me finish” Eric continued. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on PrEP, Mark. It just isn’t me. I want our relationship to be like it used to be. Passionate. Sensual. Wild.” He waited a moment and took a deep breath. “I want you to poz me Mark. Share with me your virus like we used to share everything else. I want a part of you to be with me forever.” Tears ran down Mark’s face as he heard Eric talk. He wasn’t sure he heard it all correctly, since he just relieved with the fact that Eric wasn’t dumping him. “Are you sure?” Mark said after a long pause. “You really want me to infect you?” Eric’s smile came back as he wiped the tears off Mark’s cheek. “Yeah I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and realized I was jealous of those guys you have pozzed. I want to share our life together as a poz couple” Eric replied. Kissing Mark passionately and aggressively, Eric stroked Mark’s cock. Breaking the kiss he continued “And I want you to start now. Breed my fuckhole full of your toxic seed. Make me the poz pig you know I can be." “Oh fuck yeah” was all that Mark could say as his mind raced. Since the moment he found out he was poz he had wanted to bring Eric into the poz brotherhood but knew it had to be Eric's choice. He had almost given up hope that Eric would change his mind, but now it was happening. As months of pent up lust took over his body, Mark grabbed Eric’s head and forced it down on his hardening cock. Eric greedily sucked down Marks shaft, feeling the new larger piercing push into his throat. Eric always prided himself on having almost no gag reflex but this was the first time with Mark’s larger piercing and it was noticeably bigger. His throat covered Mark’s cock with slime as his tongue flicked and probed around the cock. Eric was eager to feel Mark’s cock back inside his ass after such a long time. He really missed their almost daily fuck sessions that they had done since their college days. Wrapping his hand around Mark’s balls, he tugged a bit, something he knew Mark loved. He felt the big balls with his fingers knowing that their poisonous contents would soon be deep inside him. The thought sent waves of excitement through his body. With his other hand, Eric stroked his cock which was now harder than he ever remembered it being. Leaking his neg precum onto the bed Eric bobbed on Mark’s cock, occasionally pulling off and grabbing the piercing with his teeth and shaking his head driving Mark crazy. Finally Eric couldn’t wait any longer and climbed up on top of Mark and positioned Mark’s poz cock at his ass ring. Feeling the steel on his hole for the first time in months, he grinned and remembered how good Mark’s cock always felt inside him. Mark looked up at Eric as their eyes locked. “Are you sure about this Eric? You can stop if you want to” Mark said softly. Eric just breathed deep, letting his hole relax a bit and shoved down as hard as he could onto Mark’s rigid cock. The pain was intense and he let out a scream, but it was what Eric wanted. He wanted to make sure that his fuck hole would have lots of small tears so that the virus could quickly enter his body. In some ways he wanted to make sure that it was the first fuck that infected him, but he wanted to take Mark’s charged load every day until he knew that he was no longer neg. After pausing a few seconds with Mark’s cock balls deep inside, Eric begin to ride Marks cock like he had hundreds of times before. He moved with hard, long strokes bouncing off Mark’s body. The look of pure lust came over both of them as the sounds of grunts and their bodies slapping together filled the room. After twenty minutes of Eric riding Mark’s cock, Mark bucked Eric off, pushing him on to his back. Grabbing his legs, Mark lined his cock up to Eric’s swollen hole. Looking down he saw a few red streaks on his cock and he looked straight at Eric and said “You are so fucking ready to get knocked up. My precum has been soaking into your wrecked hole and now its time for you to get bred." Without any hesitation Eric replied “Fuckin’ do it. Poz me up.” With that, Mark shoved his cock back into Eric’s hole, making sure to go at an angle and dig his cock into the walls of Eric’s chute. As if possessed, Mark started to pound Eric rougher than he ever had. He used all of the tricks he learned from the past few months of breeding several bug chasers he had fucked and converted. The bed was rocking from the force of Mark’s thrusts. Both of them were moaning and grunting in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Sweat was dripping off his body onto Eric’s own sweaty body. At one point, Mark flipped Eric onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto all fours. Standing up, he shoved in three fingers into Eric’s gaping hole and roughly twisted them, scratching with his fingernails as he turned his wrist back and forth. Eric whimpered at the pain from Mark’s preparation. Mark quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He knew he was close to shooting his poz seed into his boyfriend. Leaning forward Mark’s head was next to Eric’s ear. Eric could feel the heavy breaths on his neck as Mark feverishly thrust his cock in and out of Eric’s ravaged hole. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Mark drove his cock in deep and held it there whispering “I love you” into Eric’s ear as his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of toxic cum pumped into Eric’s gut. Mark just moaned as the cum kept shooting. He couldn’t remember ever shooting that much cum before. Marks body was pressed on Eric’s back while his cock unloaded the virus laden cum deep inside. As the pulses of cum subsided, Mark slowly started to thrust back in and out, pushing the cum around and deeper into Eric. A few minutes later his cock started to soften and Mark slowly pulled out telling Eric “Stay right there.” Mark jumped off the bed and went to the toy drawer in the dresser and pulled out a steel butt plug. Jumping back on the bed, he pressed the cold steel to Eric’s puffy hole and pushed it in until he felt the familiar pop as Eric’s hole sucked the plug the rest of the way in. Moving around to the side of the bed, he fed his dripping cock to Eric who quickly licked and sucked it clean. Once he had finished, Mark laid down in the bed, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Eric curled up next to him and kissed him one more time whispering “Thank you” as they both quickly fell asleep.

I love having the lingering taste and smell of sucking cock on my face and in my mouth. I’ll often blow a guy on my lunch break, and when I go back to work I secretly hope people can smell it on my breath and know what I’ve been up to.

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.

Sorry for the delay guys, I wasn't aware there is a daily comment limit and busted it before I could post part 2 yesterday. This is about to get fucking wild, so brace yourselves. Reminder that this is pure fantasy and should be taken as such. It's not 100% realistic or accurately depicting chem use, but it fits my fantasy so I hope you enjoy just like I do 🙂 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Part 2 – My conversion I was basically speechless. The last 24 hours had been like a dream, like I accidentally stepped into another reality I couldn’t fully comprehend yet. That feeling was being turned up a few notches, seeing this beautiful man invite me into his room. That was not something I thought would happen in my life, but here I was. Without even thinking about it, I made a few steps forward and stopped right before his bed, not knowing what to do. “Come lie down next to me, boy.” His voice was commanding but in very soft way. It was like an out of body experience, I could almost see myself robotically obey his commands. Some part of me wanted to run away, out of the house and never come back. But another part, a deeper and stronger side of me I did not know existed, only wanted to submit to this man. In the past month, Rick had been so generous with me, so kind, I was starting to see him like a father figure. I was afraid of what was about to happen, but at the same time I trusted Rick completely. I sat down so close to him our arms touched. It was electrifying. I didn’t know what to do or say so I lay still, waiting for him to make a move. I stared at the screen watching the video that was playing. "You look a bit tense, boy. Is there something wrong?” “I’m fine, Rick. I’m just not sure...” “Not sure of what?” I didn’t know what I wanted to say. The words came out of my mouth without me thinking about it. I started stammering trying to explain myself. “I just don’t know what’s going on. I’m not sure about a lot of things.” “Like what? Are you talking about that big thing growing in your pants? It’s kinda hard to miss. Or maybe you’re talking about mine?” As he said that Rick grabbed his bulge and gave it a squeeze and gave me a big smile. “I... huh...” “You keep telling me you’re straight but let me tell you something. I’ve met a lot of guys like you in my life. They all think they are completely straight until they try having sex with a man. At that point, they all become either bisexual, or completely gay. Nothing beats man to man sex. Nothing. Wanna give it a try?” “I’m not sure, Rick.” I pointed at his biohazard tattoo, “What about that?” “Don’t worry about that for now. Let me help you relax and make up your mind. You ever tried weed?” I knew exactly where this was going, and I was getting equal parts very excited and very afraid. “Yeah, sure. I love smoking weed from time to time.” “Well, I got something way better for you.” He grabbed a glass pipe next to him and filled it with white crystals and handed it to me. “Here, this is called Tina. Just suck on the end of the pipe when I tell you to. Empty your lungs first, go slowly and fill your lungs as much as you can. Go.” I couldn’t believe my fantasies were already becoming a reality. He lit the bowl and I started inhaling. I could feel the smoke filling my lungs. “Now keep it in as long as you can.” I did as he told me and exhaled a big thick white cloud. “Good job, boy. Now do it again.” He repeated the process another 4 times. I was getting very high, and my body was feeling extremely hot. I was wearing a shirt and I suddenly got the urge to take it off. “You alright boy? I looked at him and couldn’t think of anything to say. My eyes probably looked glazed and out of focus. I was already very horny, but suddenly my nervousness disappeared, and I felt like my body was on fire, like it begged to be touched and stimulated. “What do you think of this, boy?” He took my hand and placed it on his cock, which was still encased in his tight cotton briefs. It felt huge in my hand, hard and soft at the same time, and quite warm. It was a very strange and novel feeling for me, and I was getting even more excited. I got closer to him without even thinking about it. My face was now a few inches away from his chest and I kept looking at his tattoo, placed all around his right nipple, which was closer to me. “If you’re straight, you must enjoy sucking on titties, right? Well sucking on a man’s tits is just as fun. Why don’t you try it? Go ahead.” I placed my mouth on his nipple and started sucking and licking it. His nipples were quite big for a man, so it was very similar to a girl, but firmer. I was really enjoying it, but suddenly he grabbed my dick through my pants and started massaging it, encouraging me to suck harder. I started moaning in pleasure feeling his hand on my cock. He quickly got his hands inside my pants and started jerking me off. I took it as a signal to do the same and grabbed his cock in the same fashion. I was in heaven at that point, my whole body was on fire and I was beginning to feel a tingling in my ass. My cock was leaking precum like crazy and I felt I was coming close to an orgasm. Rick felt it and let go of my dick. I was disappointed but then I felt his hand move downwards my asshole and he started to massage it. “Keep stroking me boy, you’re doing a good job.” After a while, I don’t know how long, he got a finger inside my hole, and it felt amazing. I was sucking his nipple harder and harder and moaning louder and louder, stroking his huge cock (my god it was big!) with increasing speed. I eventually came hands-free, shooting cum everywhere on ourselves and on the bed. “Good job, boy. That was very nice. Not bad for a first experience, right?” The orgasm was even more intense than the one I had the day before, but I was still extremely horny and restless. His finger was still inside my hole, and I wanted him to push deeper. He knew it and was wiggling it just enough to make me want more. “You enjoy having your ass played with boy?” “Yes.” “Yes who?” “Yes... huh... Rick.” “After sucking on my nipple like a little baby on his mom’s tits I think you should start calling me Daddy, don’t you think, boy? Say it.” “Yes Daddy.” It felt so right calling him Daddy. I was definitely seeing him as such now. I wanted to be his little boy so bad. I realized how much I loved when he called me boy, something I didn’t even notice until now. As I was calling him daddy for the first time, he pushed his finger all the way in, and I let out a loud moan. This felt so good I wanted more. “You want me to take you to the next level? You think you could handle my big dick?” “Oh yes daddy I’d love to have your big dick in my ass.” “You ever been fucked before, boy?” “No daddy” “You’re going to need to be loosened up a bit if you want to be able to take it all. I got just what it takes.” With his finger still firmly planted in my ass, daddy produced a syringe and held it in front of my eyes. “This is called a slam. I think you already know what it is. I know what kind of videos you’ve been watching lately. You did your homework, haven’t you, boy? You’ve been craving it, now. Am I right?” “Yes daddy. I want to try it so bad.” “You know what will happen when I put that in your arm?” “I... I’m not sure.” Daddy put the syringe down, held my face in his hand and looked at me in the most intense way I’ve ever been looked at. As he started talking, he kept massaging my asshole making me squirm with pleasure. “You’ll be hornier than you ever thought possible. You won’t be able to refuse anything I tell you to do. You will get past the point of no return. Now listen to me very, VERY carefully. If you want to proceed, there is no going back. You will become my little slam pig. You will beg me to fuck you. And I will, but I only fuck raw. No condoms. Ever. And as you already know, I’m poz. This means I carry a virus that I will gift to you. After I poz you, you will be sick for a while, but I will take care of you. I always will. You will then become a poz slam pig. I intend to keep you with me for a long time. A very long time. I like you a lot, boy, so you will not only become my poz slam pig, but my personal live-in fuck slave. I’m into a lot of weird and kinky shit and you will experience all of it. I will take you to levels of sexual depravity you never imagined were possible. You will be fucked every day several times a day. I will keep you high on drugs pretty much 24/7. You will become completely addicted to the drugs I give you, but also to my poz cock and my toxic cum. You will feed on it, with your mouth and with your ass. I will share your holes with some of my friends, all poz dudes, who will also share their DNA with you. You will be constantly filled with poz cum, bred, and fucked up all the time, for the rest of your life. Nothing truly bad will ever happen to you, you will be under my protection forever. If something ever happens to me, I will make sure that another daddy can take you under his wing. Otherwise, I will make you experience levels of pleasure you never even dreamed of, and it will be relentless. I won’t let you ever regret your choice. But I won’t do any of it unless you give me your consent right now. Take it or leave it. You choose a life of sexual servitude with me, or you say no, go back to your room, pack your things tomorrow morning and leave this house to never come back. So, what do you choose? Think carefully, because it might be the last choice you ever get to make, boy.” I was so high and horny that I wasn’t in any position to make that kind of decision, but I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t say no. My whole body was screaming “YES, DO IT!”, my ass was saying the same thing, my dick agreed, only an increasingly small part of my mind was protesting. I briefly considered the consequences of contracting the virus. I knew it was possible to live a very long life with it, and I trusted daddy to make sure I’d be fine. I was feeling the urge to get this over with, I felt it was now inevitable and if I said no I would end up regretting this. Leaving my old life behind was concerning, but what daddy was offering me in its place was way too tempting. I knew I wasn’t thinking completely clearly, but my choice was made. “Yes, daddy. Slam and poz me please. Make me your drugged up slam poz pig slave. Shove your needle in my arm and your huge cock in my ass. Make me yours, I want to live by your side forever. Do it daddy, please!” Daddy gave me a big smile, pushed his finger way deeper inside my ass one last time and withdrew it. I cried in despair at the sudden emptiness. “Patience my boy, you made the right choice. I’m so proud of you. You have no idea what’s about to happen to you, but I guarantee you will love it. Now before we go any further, I want you to confirm your decision. See that big dick I got here? You’re gonna put it in your mouth and you’re gonna suck it. Go ahead, boy, get down on the floor, on your knees and suck my big poz dick.” I quickly did as I was told and got on my knees. Daddy’s huge cock was right before me. It was the most magnificent thing I ever laid my eyes on. With two large balls hanging below, an incredibly thick shaft with a network of veins running all over it, a mushroom head half covered by an intact foreskin. It was glistening with precum and looked incredibly tasty. I opened my mouth and sucked it in. The taste was even better than I hoped. Way better than my own cum. A bit salty and sweet at the same time. “Yeah, that’s it boy. You’re taking very well to your new role. Soon you’ll be sucking it like a pro. You have great potential. I’m glad I chose you to become my little poz bitch hole.” I was hungrier and hungrier for his perfect dick and sucked greedily. With every suck, his cock was going further and further into my throat, and Daddy started pushing it even deeper, thrusting against my mouth with his hips. After a few minutes he was basically fucking my face, and I was loving every second of it. I could already feel his toxic precum coating my throat and happily swallowed his fuck juice. Suddenly, Daddy pushed me away. “Okay, that’s enough boy. I don’t want to spoil my load. This one’s going into your ass, and I want it to be big enough to make sure we convert you on the first try. Now, how did you like sucking that poz cock, boy?” “I love it Daddy, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I love having your huge poz dick in my mouth and down my throat. I hope I get to please you this way every day. You can use my mouth in any way you want, Daddy”. “I know, boy. I don’t need you permission anyway, I already have it. I’m glad you like it because you’ll be doing this a whole lot more in the future. Now, get back on the bed, on all fours, facing the wall.” I did as I was told, eagerly waiting for what was next. Daddy still wasn’t slamming me so I was curious what he had in mind when I suddenly felt something small and hard pushing against my asshole. “I’m filling you up with some lube laced with Tina. I’m putting a lot of it in there, so you’ll be all slippery to welcome my cock in a few minutes. The Tina will heighten your horniness a few notches.” As he was talking, I could feel something cold filling my asshole. “And done. Now don’t move while I keep preparing your hole.” Daddy started fingering me again, slowly making circle motions to stretch my anus. Soon he put in another finger, and then another. The stretching turned into a slow finger fucking. The T-laced lube was starting to take hold, my ass was burning, and I couldn’t get enough of his fingers. I was craving something bigger, longer, and harder. “Oh god, Daddy, it feels so good. I love what you are doing to me.” “Shut up boy, let me do the talking. Now I made some bruises inside your holes. You’re bleeding a little bit so when I cum later my littles poz babies will go inside your blood stream through your ass and knock you up. I think you’re ready for your total conversion, then. Lie down on your back and put your hands over your head.” Once again, I obeyed. My ass was on fire, empty and screaming to be filled, especially after having experienced Daddy’s fingers. He took one of my wrists and tied it to the bed, then the other one. I couldn’t move much, couldn’t escape, and was at the complete mercy of my Daddy. My heart was pounding, I was getting way higher than I ever been before and still couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It was all going so fast, but I felt more alive than ever before in my life. I was experiencing so much pleasure already that I started moaning like a bitch as Daddy strapped a tourniquet around my arm. The feeling of being outside my body came back. My attention started to drift from what Daddy was doing. I was looking at the porn on the TV; some rubber gimp was tied up in bondage and taking cock on screen, his ass overflowing from previous loads, and I wished I was him, when I suddenly felt a prick on my arm. For some reason I kept looking at the porn. “The needle is in, boy. This is it. The point of no return. Once I push it in, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine forever. This slam contains a little bit of my blood, so even if my poz cum doesn’t convert you later on, this will guarantee the outcome for you. No matter what happens, starting from NOW, you’re my little poz slam pig slave.” When he said “NOW”, Daddy pushed the syringe and injected his mix of blood and meth. I was now infected with his virus and there is nothing I could do about it. Not that I wished to. I was finally where I was supposed to be. Everything felt completely right. Daddy then removed the needle and the tourniquet. I felt something very strange in my lungs and had to cough violently. I suddenly got very disoriented. “Breathe, boy, slow and steady. You’re feeling the slam rush. In just a little moment you’ll feel so good you will never want to feel any other way. Welcome to your new life.” I tried to focus on my breathing and started to calm down from the rush. At this point Daddy was right. I was feeling extremely good, horny as fuck and high as hell. It was like riding a cloud at full speed while everything around me goes in slow motion. My whole body started tingling and an intense warmth was radiating from my ass, which begged to be filled already. I felt wide open down there and started gyrating my hips to get some stimulation, waiting for my Daddy’s cock. He positioned himself at the end of the bed and looked straight in my eyes while he entered me on one smooth move. I expected it to hurt, but his ministrations and the slam made it go in without the slightest hint of pain. An indescribable feeling of pleasure exploded all over my body, coming in waves from my ass, each wave being stronger than the last one. And Daddy hadn’t even started moving yet. With his dick firmly planted up to the balls in my ass, he told me to focus on his face and listen. “I have been looking to get a boy like you for quite some time. I placed the ad hoping to find a nice young man, preferably straight, lure him to my place, groom him a little and make him discover the joys of extreme gay sex to convert him and enslave him. You fell right into my little trap. But aren’t you glad you did?” I tried to reply but could only make a questioning moan. “Yeah, that’s right. I spent the last month conditioning you to trust me and depend on me. I gradually exposed you to homoeroticism without you even realizing it. I configured my wi-fi network so I can see each site you visit and what videos you watch. I know exactly what you did after you saw me with my poz buddy yesterday, who agreed to stage this little show with me just for you. I have access to your webcam and got to witness just how much you enjoyed what you saw. You’re very cute when you cum, you know that? You’re not the first guy that lives here, I had dozens of other attempted victims, but all the previous ones weren’t up for these things. They were turned off by it, horrified even. But you, my boy, are different. You took it way faster than I expected. It only took 24 hours to make you see the truth. You always wanted this, but you didn’t know. It was always in you; I’m just showing you your true nature. We were meant to be together. I was meant to take care of you and fuck you, and you were made to be my slammed up poz bitch.” All these words were making my head spin but my ass hornier. I accepted everything my Daddy said and left the pleasure consume me as he finally started fucking me, picking up speed rather quickly. “I can keep this up indefinitely, boy. I’m so rich I don’t have to work at all. I have well enough money to keep you high 24/7, feed you and pay for your meds, and enough free time to fuck you all day long if I want to. This is all you will ever know from now on. No more jobs, no more school, no more going out with friends or sleeping with girls. You are a gay sex slave. This is your new life. Forever, all the time. You’re now just a gimp. When we’re done converting you, starting tomorrow, I’ll show you the rest of my kinks, fetishes and perversions. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Every sentence was hitting my mind like a ton of bricks, confirming what Daddy said; this was my true nature. I was ecstatic to learn my fate, knowing that I didn’t need to worry about anything anymore and I just had to serve my Daddy and experience all this pleasure. I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in store for me. “You’re about to be bred for the first time, boy. That’s right, I’m gonna shoot a big poz load deep inside your guts. Once it’s done, you will truly become my son. I will own you forever. No matter what happens, wherever you go, I will always be inside you. You already have my blood, now you’re getting my seed. But I won’t pull out yet. We are in for a very long night. I’m going to breed you again, and again, and again, until I’m completely drained, and you’re completely filled with my toxic poz cum.” And there I was, on my back, hands tied up to the bed, my knees almost up to my shoulders, high as fuck on meth, just having surrendered myself to this perfect man for the rest of my life. I had accepted a life of servitude, of infinite pleasure, depravity, drugs and devotion for my Daddy. He was giving me the best gift possible. At this point in his speech, he paused and grabbed a small brown bottle. These must be poppers, I thought. “I almost forgot about this. Nothing better than a nice few hits of poppers right before a breeding.” He uncapped the bottle, closed one of my nostrils and put the bottle under the other. “Sniff.” I took a deep hit. “Exhale. Sniff again. Again. Again.” After 4 hits, he took 4 for himself, closed the bottle and resumed his fucking. The rush from the poppers was exquisite and my ass felt even looser and better. Daddy’s dick, on the other hand, seemed to have grown even bigger and harder. He started to ram me. I was suddenly mesmerized by the sight of this perfect man fucking me, I stared at his beautiful tattoo and wondered if I would end up having one too. It looked menacing and commanding respect. I wanted to worship it. I couldn’t wait to suck on Daddy’s nipples again. “All right boy, this is it. The final step in your total conversion from straight neg boy to gay poz slam slave. Take my load, you little bitch, take my toxic cum up your ass, get pregnant with my virus and make it grow!!” Daddy then let out a very loud groan, became all hard and stiff as rope after rope of poz cum painted the deepest parts of my ass walls. He came to a stop, his dick deeply buried in my hole. He then opened his eyes, looked at me with the most loving gaze I’ve ever seen and said: “I love you, son.” I will always remember this moment with such clarity. He called me “son” for the first time. Not just “boy”. “I love you, Daddy.” He smiled and started fucking me again without pulling out, just like he said he would. He truly was my Daddy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued in part 3 (tentatively called "My life as a chem slave" for now, but I'm still planning it out). Parts 1 and 2 were pretty much the entire story I had in mind initially, but I have more ideas about what happens next. It's gonna take up to a few weeks to write it out. Hope you enjoy !

I dragged my teeth along his cock. He slapped me and told me to watch my teeth. I cleaned him off. He told me to give him 20 minutes and then come to his room. I finished my shower, dried off, went to my room, pulled on a jock, some workout shorts and a T. Pozzed While Cruising 7 I was at his room in 19 minutes… I lightly knocked on the door. Someone from inside yelled that it was open, so I slowly opened the door to see the up-and-coming jock freshman QB on his knees sucking off the starting stud freshman linebacker in their dorm room. He ordered me to lock the door, stripped down and eat some QB ass. Josh, the QB, looked back at me with a weary eye and that is when Ty the linebacker assured him that I was cool and that he just fucked me in the shower. I was going to eat his ass as he was going to finally learn to take it up the ass whenever TY wanted it. I could tell Josh tried to object, but when he opened his mouth Ty stuffed with his huge black cock. He had just bred me about 30 minutes ago, but he was again rock hard and ready to fuck again. I was hoping he would fill me again, but I am sure Josh was in his sites tonight. I still had some poz loads buried deep in my hole. I am sure one of them would fuck out of me. I thought how could I get one or both or these guys back to the apartment and convert them. I could not believe I was thinking like this just yesterday I was damn a condom nazi. Now, I had loads from 7 or 8 guys in me and some of them I did not know their names. I tossed my T-shirt and shorts back by the door and knelt behind Josh and licked his ass. He moaned a loud whore-ish moan. I thought anyone walking by the door would hear. Ty urged me to continue. I got in there. I was tonguing his hole and slipping a finger here and there into him. All at the urging of Ty to add another finger and to eat his ass, spit on it. I had nearly 3 fingers in him when Ty asked him, “What do you want me to do QB1?” Josh looked up at him never taking his cock out of his mouth and mumbled, “fuck me” “What do you want me to do?” Ty repeated. Josh pulling Ty’s huge cock out of his mouth and said, “I want you to fuck me with your big lineback cock and breed me!” Ty ordered me to get on the bed and Josh to straddle me with his 7 inch white cock dangling in my mouth. Josh almost immediately went to fish out my cock, but TY told him no and that I was there for guys like them to use. Ty got to use Josh and me and Josh got to use me. I was disappointed but I understood. Ty got behind Josh and ran his cock up and down his ass and plopped it in my mouth to get his wet. I did my best. I was ordered to suck Josh and Josh was allowed to finger and eat my ass. Ty slowly pushed his cock into Josh while Josh began to beg him to stop. Ty reminded him that he did ask for it and that Ty needed the QB to be the D’d bitch. This was going to happen no matter what he did it was all just a matter of time. Little did they both know what I had in store for them. Josh’s ass finally opened up and Ty’s hog of a cock slid into the freshman QB. Josh let out another moan of a man in heat. Just as Ty hit bottom Josh filled my mouth with his negative. He thought I brought him off, but I know it was that huge dick of Ty’s that did it. I was already working on a plan to get Josh alone with one of the guys from the group. I had Josh in one of my classes near where I had met Jake. I was thinking how I could get the two together and maybe poz the whole football team. Ty brutally pounded his thick hard cock into Josh. I could see some pink forming around his hole. I ran my tongue along the underside of Ty’s cock. Josh fingered my hole. I could actually feel him get hard again. Ty pumped a thick load into Josh for just having dumped one into me less than an hour before. I sucked on Josh’s cock and cleaned Ty’s prick and Josh joined me. In the last few days, I had turned into a wanton cocksucker, craving bareback assumingly poz cum and was willing to lure other guys into it as well. Josh asked Ty if I could suck him or if he could fuck me. Ty pondered for a moment and allowed Josh to mount me for his entertainment. I was about to get the 7 or 8th load of the day in my slutty pussy. I know I still had some poz cum deep in me. I knew though that if Josh fucked me he would meet in the bathroom after class. My plan was being set without me having to really work it. But Josh was going to be the start. I had to get Ty to the apartment to convert him as well. Was he just fucking guys due to the lack of real pussy or was he really bi. Time would tell. More to CUM I hope you guys are liking this story I am always up for hot chat and/or phone/skype and meeting locally Hit me up Joey

Best memory of my life...driving home back to my parents' house after sucking my first cock (old enough to drive, young enough to still be at parents) and the taste of cum in my mouth. I walked in, went straight to my bedroom and jacked off, not wanting the taste to go away:)

Im headed to SOP this Sunday 13th Feb - my second visit since reopening as I've been kinda busy. Would be cool to meet other BZ guys. Message me on here or add yourself on my BBRT Party Ad if you're planning on going. Andy

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my favorite kinda Top is one who doesn't relate to me as having a "cock." To me, a "cock" is so much more than an organ between the legs, it's a drive, disposition, need to penetrate, inseminate, impart some of Himself into me, a form of possessing. i don't even have enough top in me to cage myself, and masturbation where i touch my penis is always a disappointment to me. my state of being that doesn't have a reference point. i'm not a transperson, have no desire to be a woman, i don't have a womans aura or energy, i do not want to lose what i have between my legs. As a matter of fact, having it there and being affirmed by a Top who ignores it, or better, emphasizes that is not a "cock" is hugely arousing to me.

Nothing will make me not cum more then a bottom harassing me about cumming. Let it build naturally.

Well, I may have had the best meal I ever had but that doesn't mean I stop eating. Seriously, if you think you already had the best sex you could ever have then everything after that will be a disappointment. I've had my share of bad sex. But other times it's good. Sometimes really good. And you never know, the next time you have sex may equal what you thought was the best you ever had. Best not to compare and just enjoy it.

I love using a bottom who's clit is in a cage, the smaller the better.

My bottom friend just left my place after 5 hours of the best sex of my life. Bisexual guy here 38 y/o first time writing on the site 🙋‍♂️🙂 Since meeting my friend.. who is a total cumpig bottom(didn't realize his level of sluttiness to begin with) and the first time with him I was cheating on my gf. The condom was being a nuisance, so I pulled it off😅 now im sure you guys can all guess.. I was hooked on raw fucking. I know it's bad to have dirty unprotected sex behind the gfs back.. but man it was so fucking hot I couldn't have cared less or ever did again. I'm now single anyway so no worries. I keep talking about going on prep but my excuse is I hardly ever bottom 🤷‍♂️ solid logic right? 😅😉 I love the dirty unknown I think. Every time he comes over I dump a load in him and send him on his way. Except tonight we had time to really enjoy each other. He had been gone on holidays in Mexico getting bred by every dick he could find. He had just arrived home lastnight so I kinda feel like I've been smashing my dick into a puddle of unknown Mexican seed all night 💦🤤🤤😋💦when he texted I happened to have just dropped a hit and a half of pretty good acid I bought on saltspring island last year, so by the time he got here I was fucked up and hard as a rock. He literally just left. And I'm wondering how long I can go before I need to push the envelope once again. Fuck I love this shit! And I love this site. Thank u to all you hot ass barebackers for your support 😜😈🍆💦

I like cheating with other cheaters... A while back, I cheated on my then BF with his best friend now and then. It started as little flirts here and there at meet-up's and hangouts. Then he would go to the restroom and keep the door open, so I'd wander and catch him pissing. We'd make out a little then go back to dinner... eventually we went for it and kept the games up. What he didn't know, was I was cheating on him with HIS BF as well. I was messing with all 3 of these older men, and none were the wiser. I love being a slut.

I wonder if there would be a tinge of jealousy on Liam's part if he gets to hear all the details of last night. It's already obvious that Max's initiation has shown that he's up for more than a monogamous partner. The only man we are aware of that Liam has fucked is Alex.. Will Liam be ready to step up to the plate or finally take a step back. He obviously likes Max, given all the thing he has done to assist him to reunite with Alex but will it be a step too far for him to consider a threesome?? With losolent saying there's at least another 10 chapters, we had time for Liam to explore his options...

Thanks for the comments, guys. Keep them coming while I finish part 2, I just completed the text and have to make sure I didn't left out mistakes and inconsistencies. Part 3 is gonna take a while longer though, I'm not sure which way I'll take it after pt. 2, but I have a lot of ideas! I think you'll like it a lot. It's the first thing I've ever wrote that's so hot I have to stop writing and jerk off about it 😄 I'm quite proud of it so far.

I see the key word in your question as being "philosophically". As it happens, I'm 5 days away from the 14th anniversary of my life-partner's passing. The reason I mention this is germane, in that - for me - there's with him, and since him. Everything with him was fireworks. Since then, there are occasional "sparklers", and even the regular indulging my Lusts, while fun, enjoyable, often thrilling, it's still since him. I've carried on enough previously about the "connection" we can achieve and won't go into all of that again. Thus, my philosophy is to be thankful for the past, but live in the present. I don't expect any fireworks anymore. I had more than my share, and I feel (without referencing any O.R. bs) very richly blessed for those years. I am under no illusions. If/when I have a "special" connection with a sub, great - a pleasant surprise, but I don't expect it. Since I am still amongst the living, healthy, horny and all of that, I am still a Breeder of other men's Holes because that's an important part of who and what I am, and I love indulging my sexual requirements as much now as I did then. But, there's only one Everest, and Hillary wasn't the only man to get to the top. Once you've been to the top, there are no more mountains tall enough to surpass - and that's ok with me. I am content.

Interesting train of thought! What do I count as my best sex? Do I think of the times with my late husband? Or maybe that time that my poz ex bred me while I begged for it? Or the daddy who gave me gono with his 8 inch monster and made me see stars? Or the hookup I had at IML with that bald pig who sat on my face? Or the Greek dude I blew under the table while he sold wristbands? Or last Sunday when I rolled around in pumpkin pie filling? See, it's all relative. One's sexual journey is a weird tapestry of various experiences. Some of them are Monets - abstract and don't make sense because they don't have to be understood. Others are Mona Lisas, curious and simple in their beauty. If one has a long history of these things, sure, you can say the best is behind you. Or the best is happening right now. Or if you're 18 and have your whole life to look forward to, this is less applicable. Not many 18 year olds can say they've had great sex and it will never be good again. Such negativity is destructive, and either leads to no efforts made (like me), or doing extreme things one isn't ready for in order to find the next "best sex ever". In case this wasn't a philosophy question, these are my top 5 sexual experiences. No particular order. - the night I railed my husband at Touche while he was bent over the bar at a piss party - sex with my ex in the summer of 2018 - the aforementioned Daddy who fucked me so hard my piss was rose-coloured afterwards - the pig who brought me into the pig lifestyle (plus that first time I fisted him) - the hookup with "Tim", who was small of frame, but so gentle and hung like a bull There's still more for me to look forward to. And each one will be different.

Met at Babylonia (Prague, Czech Republic). He is from a town near Siberia.

Pozzed while Cruising 6 I walked home with a plug shoved deep in my cunt and every boy that I saw becoming a potential target for the “brotherhood”. I got hard…again #6 I got back to my dorm and it was only about 8pm on a Wednesday night. I had some homework to do, but I thought I should shower while no one was in the gang shower we all shared. I got undressed in my room and thankfully my roommate was not in the room. I pulled the plug from my ass and pink cum ran down my legs. I tred my best to clench up and hold it in, but I was so full of cum from 3 or 4 guys. I really lost count. What kind of slut loses count of how many cocks fucks him in a night. I guess this one. I lost count of guys, but I had at least 5 loads in my ass and two in my belly. I was not hungry for food, but I could suck another cock or four. I wrapped my towel around my waist and with my ass clenched tight but I could still feel cum seeping out of my ass. I hung my towel up, adjusted the water temp and let the water cascade over my body. I then let it all flow. I emptied my bowels as I let piss flow from my cock and I unclenched and pushed out what cum would flow. I watched as my piss and cum circled the drain in the open shower of the dorm. I felt a bit of relief as the warm wanted cascaded down my abused body. I was not out in the dorm. I was not out to anyone really, but soon out of nowhere I started sporting some wood. It did not help matters that the starting freshman linebacker came in to shower after his workout. I tried to hide my hardon, but alas he did see it. He laughed and asked me if I was liking what I was setting. I nodded in the affirmative. “All you white boys are the same. Alright come over and suck my cock” he demanded. “I don’t want to go out with a loaded gun” he quipped. Like a zombie almost, I absentmindedly stepped and bent at the waist to suck his thick powerful cock. He ran his hand down my back and started to play with my hole. His hand jerked away. I knew he had discovered just how well fucked my hole was and that I was still leaking cum. He just did not know it was mostly likely poz cum. “You like getting fucked white boy” he dropped out. I moaned an agreement. He pulled out of my mouth and pushed me around so that he could have access to my well fucked ass. He spit on his cock, not like he needed as I still had a fair amount of cum still deep in me. HE roughly fingered me for a moment and then slid his 8 inch black cock in me. I held onto the wall as he pounded my ass. “I think I could stay in all night and breed this hole, “ I moaned, “you like that idea bitch” He continued. “My roommate would like some of this too. I am tired of his mouth. Maybe you can teach him to give up his ass too”. His roommate was the new all-star freshman QB that was being groomed to take over next year. I got a little harder at the thought of getting the two stud football players into my poz circle. He slammed his cock in me about 20 more times before he filled me with his seed. I could see his cock covered in his and the other guys sperm. He forced his half hard cock in my mouth to clean him off. I could see traces of blood and shit mixed within the jizz coating his cock. I dragged my teeth along his cock. He slapped me and told me to watch my teeth. I cleaned him off. He told me to give him 20 minutes and then come to his room. I finished my shower, dried off, went to my room, pulled on a jock, some workout shorts and a T. I was at his room in 19 minutes…

3. I tugged my hard cock out from the pouch of my jock and stroked it a few times knowing that my hand wasn’t what I was craving. I stopped for a moment before going to get my phone, was I going to do this? I dragged my finger across my hole and felt my slick pucker… of course I was. Within ten minutes of taking a stranger’s load I was back on Scruff searching for another top. This time I was a little less specific in who I was looking for, I didn’t need a daddy, just someone with a thick cock who’d like a wet hole. I was a little surprised with myself still. I thought about Mike the day before doing the exact same thing and started messaging guys who looked promising. A guy in his mid-thirties responded first he was direct: Horny? Fuck yes, I responded basically immediate. I just got back from a work trip and need to blow this four day load bad I know where you can blow it? Oh yeah? Yeah, come dump your load in me. I was a little surprised by own aggression so quickly after the first top but I knew what I wanted. Whats the address? I gave it to him and then added as an afterthought: Ps. I’ve already got one load in me, hope that’s not a problem. Fuck, that’s perfect, means I don’t need lube. Then he was on his way. I changed nothing about myself. I left my ass slick, and my hair slightly messed up from the last top. I slowly edged myself a little as I waited. It was maybe twenty minutes before the buzzer rang and my next top was here. I opened the door for him, he was around my height, a little soft around the middle but really cute and almost boyish in the face. We kissed as I closed the door, and I lead him into my room. He pushed me back onto the bed and grabbed my ankles. “Fuck, your hole’s still wet. When did the last guy fuck you?” “Like, an hour ago?” “Fuck yes.” He pulled off his shirt revealing a mostly smooth body. Quickly his pants and underwear were dropped and his fat seven-inch cock was revealed. It wasn’t wildly long but it was very girthy and my mouth watered. He didn’t bother with having me suck him at all he just spit on the head and pressed it against my wet hole. I groaned as he slid inside me with ease. “Fucking warm, wet pussy,” he moaned as he bottomed out. Then he started to fuck me. I closed my eyes and let him use my hole. He needed to get off and I needed his cock. Not focusing at all on my own cock was a new feeling but it was somehow liberating too. I liked being just fucked and focusing on my hole. I clenched and relaxed around him, milking his cock, and eliciting grunts and groans every time. “You keep doing that and I’m not going to last very long,” he said. “Good, I want you to pump that big load into me.” “Fucking cum slut, begging for loads in your leaking hole.” “Please breed me, add your load.” I sounded like Mike. Is this how he felt. “Good pig!” He roared as he started to cum inside me. I was taking my second load in two hours and it felt great. He kissed me one more time before pulling out and getting dressed. Then he too was gone and I was left there in my jock, with a wet cummy hole, still hard as a rock.

Pozzed while Cruising 4 We left the bathroom separately and chatted as we made our way across campus. He told me of all the cruising spots that he knew of on and off campus. I so wanted to ask him about his tattoos, but was scared to learn the truth. In his apartment We walked across campus and all I could think was his tattoos of the biohazard and the scorpion which I thought were a tad aggressive for a college kid. A preppy college kid at that. He was over 6 foot tall, sandy blond hair, had a magnificent cock and was well-muscled. I noticed both girls and guys would check him out as we made our way through campus. His shared apartment was just a block off of campus near a pretty popular sports bar. He made the joke that it was too bad that I was underage to get in to drink, but he smiled. I know a guy that will get you in though if you want it bad enough. I will admit as we walked and talked, I was hard just listening to him talk about whatever he wanted to. He was charming and affable, but that all changed the moment we got inside his apartment. We were both a little sweaty as he led me into his apartment that he obviously shared with another guy. I dropped my bag just to the side of the door and he tossed his bag in front of the TV. He undid his shorts, pulled out his stiffening cock and grabbed me by shoulders pushing me to my knees so that I was eye level to his cock. He fed me his 8 inch hard cock and in one swift motion I had him deepthroated up with my nose in his bush to the point I could smell the other kid’s ass in his bush. He fucked my mouth for just a quick few minutes before he led me on my knees to his bedroom. We were naked before we got to his bed with our clothes scattered about his apartment. He put me on all fours on the edge of his bed. I could feel his fingers explore my used hole. He chuckled when he realized I had a load in me. He began to eat my ass. I only had one other guy do that to me and that was an older guy when I was in high school. I loved it and I begged for more. I heard the outer door open. I asked him to shut the door to his bedroom, but he just slipped his cock into my now well-fucked hole. He bottomed out in me as I heard, what I assume to be his roommate, at the door. “New convert?” I heard a voice say from the doorway. As I heard clothes being taken off. “Yeah, I fucked him just yesterday in the Union, and he came back for more today after getting a load or two earlier.” my barebacker said emphatically. “HOT!!! Mind if I get some too?” he asked from the doorway, already naked and not waiting for an answer. The only reply he got was the guy fucking me pulled out and gave him access to my bare ass. Neither one caring what my answer was going to be. I never even saw the face of my of my new fucker, btut I knew he had a cock just as bigh if not a bit bigger than the first guy. Which I still do not know his name, but I guess I knew him well enough to let him fuck me twice. They took turns fucking me for the next 30 minutes edging themselves inside my ass. When one got close to cumming he would give the other another turn in my well fucked boi pussy. Meanwhile they had fucked the cum out of me once and I was hard again. They would spit on their cocks when I needed some lube, never once letting me off of my knees. They kept dropping hints like this one will be a good convert. The other’s will like him a lot, he will turn so many guys and convert them too. I was puzzled as to what they were referring to. They chatted as if I was not even in the room let alone fucking me. “I bred another freshman today”, the first fucker said, “right before I brought this slut home.” I heard them high-five each other as the other admitted to breeding someone in yet another bathroom in yet another building I did not know about. That is when the roommate grabbed my hips, plunged his cock deep in my used hole and flooded me with what I now knew to be his tainted seed. I could feel his cock expand and contract in my ass as he unload torrent of poz seed in my soon-to-be-if-not-already poz hole. Once he was done, the first guy took back over using his roommates cum for lube pounded my hole. I collapsed on the bed with his cock still buried deep in me as jackhammered away at me. I came again, getting off on being used like a common slut, the thought of being pozzed and being passed around to some other guys. I begged for his poz load for him to breed me and turn me out. He held his cock deep in me as he came letting his cum mix with his roommates. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and fell asleep while my ass just began to leak their cum. One of them slid a butt plug into my ass to keep me from leaking. I dozed off while they went off and did whatever. I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. More to Cum Love the Feedback Always open to chat and/or phone Joey

Pozzed while Cruising 3 He withdrew and spun me around and we kissed hard and slipped me his number telling me to call him when I get knocked up. I looked at him with a quizzed look. “You’ll know” he whispered. He then arranged his clothes and slipped out of the big stall leaving me there naked with an ass full of cum. Poz Cruise 3 I sat there in the big stall still naked. My clothes scattered about with poz cum leaking from my used slutty cunt. In the last two days, I have taken two seemingly poz loads from two guys that I did not know, that I just met and may never meet again. However, I did have his phone number. I sat in a daze only to be startled out of my trance by the sound of the outer door being opened up. I scrambled to grab my shorts and shirt from the floor. Whoever came in stopped at the sinks, and I could see him looking in my direction. He was a tall, dark black kid. I think he caught me looking out at him cause he smiled and took the stall next to me. I thought about leaving, but he tapped his foot. So, I tapped mine, and without further conversation. He dropped down to his knees and slid his 8 inch black cock under the stall. I did what I do best. I dropped to my knees and inhaled his manly scent and swallowed his cock. I sucked his cock for just a few minutes when he pulled back and came over to my stall. I unlocked the door and he slipped in locking the door behind him. Still sitting on the toilet, dripping poz cum from the last guy I swallowed this new guy with a slutty fervor that I did not know I had. As near as I could tell this guy had no tattoos of scorpions or biohazard signs, but I knew he was going to fuck me whether he wanted to or not. His cum was going to mix with the previous guy’s cum. I was going to have a belly full of toxic baby batter. I sucked his large cock only pulling off to ask him to fuck me. His answer was to trade me places. At first, I thought he was going to suck me, butt he made me face away from him and he pulled me down onto his stiff cock. He knew he was getting a creamed pie. “I am going to give your cunt another load boy” he said. I could only grunt out a “breed me” with his thick cock shoved deep in my hole. “I want your load deep in my ass”, I breathed hard. “I am going to knock you up” he responded, and with that my cock was instantly hard and leaking again. Was he poz too or was he just playing the part. I did not know but I continued to ride his black cock until he held me fully impaled on his thick rod and I felt his cock unload torrent after torrent deep into my whore ass. In two days, I have taken 3 loads deep in my ass from 3 mostly anonymous guys in public bathrooms on campus. I imagine if I were caught I would be arrested and probably thrown out of school, but that was the last thing on my mind. All I could think of was where could i go to find the next cock? When he was done breeding my ass. He pushed me off of him, made me clean his cock of cum and ass. He then pulled up his shorts, opened the door and left me there on my knees wanting more. I scrambled to shut the door before anyone else came in. I got dressed and stuffed some toilet paper in my ass crack to stem the flow of cum leaking from my pussy. I decided to head back to my dorm, but I knew I was going to pass the other bathroom on my way. So I decided to make another stop there on my way back to the dorm. I had quite the hitch in my step after taking two massive cocks and I could feel cum slowly leaking out of my abused twat. Just as I was about 20 feet from the door, I saw another freshman from my dorm come out the door looking all sheepish like he been up to something. I waved to him, but he just kept walking albeit a tad ‘funny’. I made my way in and I was greeted by the same guy who had done me the day before. He smiled at me and watched me go to the center stall. He then took the one to my right. This time I decided to be the aggressor and I tapped my foot. He spoke up, “I fucked you here yesterday didn’t I?” “Yes!” with almost too much excitement in my voice. We bantered back and forth for a moment or two and it ended with him inviting me back to his apartment for more than just a quickie and for him to recharge after he had just fucked that other kid. We left the bathroom separately and chatted as we made our way across campus. He told me of all the cruising spots that he knew of on and off campus. I so wanted to ask him about his tattoos, but was scared to learn the truth. More to Cum I love the feedback and the hot chat Joey

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5. Scorpion Jesse slinks down the stairs and hauls back a half-asleep Eros to the priest’s bedroom. Rubbing gunk out of his eyes, Eros stares at the priest’s thin, naked body slowly twirling. “Yeah he’s dead all right.” Suppressing a yawn, Tommy tiptoes in quietly closing the door behind him. He presents a large plate of sandwiches to Eros and Jesse. "I found these on the counter. They're a little stale but I think they're—" Eros nabs two roast beefs before Tommy even finishes, "—okay." “Mustard?” “Like I’d forget,” Tommy says, annoyed, as he hands over mustard packets from his pocket. Eros is not a morning person, especially after just two hours of sleep. “Coffee?” “How many fucking hands you think I have?” Tommy’s prickly as Eros on two hours of sleep. The corpse does a full three-sixty as he munches a tuna fish wedge. When the monk’s pumped member glides in front of him, he turns to Jesse, “He fuck you with that thing?” “Jesus, Tommy. That’s the first thing you think of?” says Jesse, snatching an egg salad triangle whose crusts are sliced off. He watches the monk continue to rotate. “But, yeah. He fucked me with that thing.” Eros gobbles one of his roast beefs in a few bites. He goes to the bed and picks up a piece of rope. “Bondage, huh? What a shock.” “So you woke up and he was just hanging there?” Tommy suspiciously asks. He’s finished his tuna, and now starts on a turkey and avocado. “First I took a piss.” Jesse looks at the door and quietly slides the bolt lock so no one barges in unexpected. “When I came back I saw him hanging there.” Eros and Tommy circle the body chewing. Tommy looks at Jesse puzzled. “If his arms and legs are duct taped, how’d he manage to climb on the chair and hang himself? He had to have help.” “I told you, he slammed me a second time and I don’t remember anything after that." "So maybe you helped him and don't remember." Eros suggests. “There’s things I’ve done that I didn’t remember till T told me the next day.” "I barely could stand up after the first slam. No way I’m propping up a monk all taped up and getting him up on a chair. Look at me. On a good day I couldn’t lift, what—,” he gauges the body. “Like one-thirty, one-forty pounds? I’m not like T.” Tommy flexes a bicep for Eros and wiggles his eyebrows. Eros frowns, considers the situation. After finishing his second roast beef he proposes an idea raising his index finger. “What if someone comes in, binds him, and strings him up while you’re passed out?” “Except, when I got up to pee, the door was bolted on the inside,” Jesse counters. “Shit, that does complicates things,” Eros concedes. He takes the remaining turkey and avocado, which make Tommy snarl. He puts it back and chooses a lone lobster roll. “That actor guy and the tall kid were in here...I think,” Jesse reflects. “I’m not sure when that happened. But I felt a little dick as some point fucking me. Just like T said. I bet it was him. And the kid bitched about not having a hard on, but he got it up and fucked me, too.” “So tell me everything.” Eros squirts mustard on his lobster roll. “All you can remember.” “Dude,” Tommy balks. “You have to put mustard on everything?” “It’s the good kind. I didn’t know it came in little packets.” “Listen!” Jesse hits Eros to get his attention. “I remember the priest giving me this Prince Albert.” He pulls down his underwear and flashes his jeweled P.A. Tommy’s chewing the turkey and avocado and lifts the empty plate. "Should I go down and get more?" "Nah, you'll risk someone seeing you before we figure out what to do." Eros looks down to the pool below. Still empty. The sky's clear but it's brisk. Leaves are gathering around the pool filter. “Yeah, so after he gives me the P.A., he slams me the first time, and we fuck for a really long time, then he spanked me some, and then we fist—punch fist, sixty-nine fist. I never been so far up someone’s ass, ever! It was crazy weird.” Tommy whistles. “So many things happened. I’m might be confusing the order but I think I was gagged and blindfolded when the actor and the kid came in. I don't know how long they were here but they left, I'm pretty sure. I remember hearing the priest lock the door and then it got really quiet. Then after he poured hot wax on me—," "God damn, Jesse!" Eros bursts out. "You gonna listen to me next time?" "Like I need you to lecture me!” Jesse crosses his arms, looks defiantly at Eros. “Look at you all judgy. Say, how’d you and Mac D.P.-ing the kid go? You give him any choice?” “Let’s say he learned to like it,” Tommy says, watching Eros grind his jaw. “Fuck last night.” Eros snaps. Ostensibly he checks out the pool again, but then suddenly he picks up the antique chair and slams it down hard on the carpet with a boom. Jesse gives him a dirty look, shushing him, but then he blinks, looking wildly around. “Wait.” He searches the monk’s satchel then scurries around the room. “Where’s his case?” “What are you looking for,” Tommy asks, his mouth full. “He had this little case with a hypo in it. It had a couple vials strapped inside.” He looks under the bed, in the empty chest of drawers, and then rummages in the closet. “When he saw I was coming round he got out this kit—I don’t see it here. He also got out some scary tools—I think he must’ve pierced my nipple when I blacked out. After that second slam, I don’t remember anything. But that case should still be around." “Maybe whoever hung him took it,” Eros suggests. “Listen. Bottom line, it won’t look good you drugged up and locked in a room with a dead guy. You’ll be the cop’s suspect numero uno. Good you came and got us so we can get ahead of this. T, before anyone gets up we should get the body out of here. Bury it in the forest or maybe out at the lighthouse. Hardly anyone goes out to the cape.” Tommy pauses, swallowing the rest of his sandwich before he holds up his hand, waving it in disagreement. “No, someone might eventually find it. We should take it out to sea and Davy Jones it.” “No,” Eros says pacing. "It might float back. Then they’ll see neck burns and that’ll lead to a bunch of questions.” “Okay,” Tommy's pacing now, too. “Between here and the dock there’s that swamp. We can take it there, and weight it down with rocks. Nobody’s going to go traipsing into the swamp." Eros enthusiastically bobs his head in agreement. "Okay. Then we take one of the kayaks, make it look like he took one out early—“ “Like,” Eros says, clapping him on the shoulder, “we put his sandals in it—“ “—and his rosary—“ “Genius! And his rosary in the kayak and turn it over on the beach like it floated back without him.” “Yeah. Or just let it float out to sea! It’ll look like he went out before anyone else got up.” They’re holding each other’s shoulders, nodding, electrified by their brilliance. “He's still high—right?—he tips over and accidently drowns. No body to be found, but the police would have reason to believe they'd eventually find one. Right? That’s if Mac even reports him missing.” “I’ll get the kayaks if you guys get the body,” Jesse says. But then he pauses. “Wait. Why wouldn’t Mac report him missing?” Tommy and Eros exchange a look. Tommy says, “Let’s say he’s got his reasons not to attract attention.” Jesse collapses on the leather divan, the corpse spinning above him. He laces his fingers and put them on his head staring up at it. “So, if he didn’t hang himself—all duct taped up like that—someone else did. And if someone else did and got the inside bolt to somehow lock, he’s gonna know Father Lucius didn’t drown. They’ll rat us out!” “Well,” Tommy says, reasoning with him, “if we assume he didn’t hang himself—and I agree that it's impossible he did it—then someone went to a lot of trouble to get you locked into a room with a dead guy. So whoever that was, the last thing he’s going to do is make waves. What’s he gonna say? Like 'I know there’s no body,” he says in a stupid guy voice, “but I know that the body we can’t find wasn’t drowned—it was hanged'?” Jesse cracks his first meager grin of the day. “No way! No one’s going to say that. That’d be stupid.” Tommy claps him on the shoulder, leaning in reassuringly. “And whoever it is, isn’t stupid. So: no body, no evidence, no problem!” While Tommy clips Jesse’s chin bringing out a bigger smile, Eros climbs up on the chair and cuts down the body. He and Tommy slip the monk’s robe back on him. Tommy give Jesse the rosary beads. Eros lifts the shoulders and Tommy takes the feet. Unlocking the bolt, Jesse makes sure no one’s in the hall, and Eros and Tommy take the body away. With the monk's sandals and rosary beads in hand, he sneaks down to the pool. Quietly lets himself out the side gate, takes a bright green kayak off the rack and, though it weighs a ton, lugs it to the beach. There’s white caps all the way to the horizon—fortunately the wind is at his back. He lays the kayak down in the wet sand, places the sandals and rosary beads in the hull, and pushes it out with the tide. It bounces for a while in the surf, spins directionless, but gradually the steady wind guides it from the shore. Soon it’s only a vibrant green dot bobbing under an indigo sky. Far down the beach, rocks surrounding the lighthouse spray white foam in the air from crashing waves. The storm has traveled inland for hours but the ocean remains angry. Seagulls squawking on the sand part before him as he wanders back to the shack. Jesse waits nervously inside for Eros and Tommy to return. Minutes turn to hours. Inside the compound he hears the beginning of activity at the pool. Cups clinks, a low murmur of tired voices just waking up. Laying on Tommy and Eros’ futon he curls into a small ball. Their smell is comforting. After a long, harrowing night followed by a frantic morning—one filled with more questions than answers—he drifts off like the green kayak, into a very dark, very troubled sea of sleep. * Mr. McPherson drives the golf cart down a rickety wooden walkway. He’s none-too-shabby, thinks Jaxton, taking in his broad, tan shoulders, muscular back, and neck thick as a linebacker. Certainly the first good thing on this stupid island getaway Eddie planned. They head, clackety-clack, to the compound. The passing maritime forest would be pretty if you were into nature. He prefers Tribeca. Eddie sits gabbing excitedly beside Mr. McPherson. Jaxton, tuning out the chit chat with earbuds firmly in place, is in the back seat with a creepy old priest named Father Lucius dressed like an honest-to-fuck monk. The monk keeps checking him out. He sees his sideways glances. Jaxton’s trying to ignore him by concentrating on his Nintendo Switch. The moment the priest lays one finger on him, he’s ready to punch the fucker in the face. They disembark in the oppressive heat and take a smaller walkway to the house. They pause at the entrance watching some young guy—in his underwear, for fuck sake!—park the cart. He’s cute but short. Jaxton prefers guys tall like himself—like the owner of the compound, e.g. The owner says something about everyone being casual at his place and pinches his tit, which Jaxton does not like one bit. He thinks the man’s attractive, but he’s not one for men he doesn’t know thinking they have access to his body just because he’s hot and they’re rich. (Well, Eddie notwithstanding. But then Eddie’s paying him a hell of a lot for a bogus “assistant” position and he knows never to pinch.) Jaxton hunches forward letting his blond dreadlocks fall over his face so no one sees he’s simmering. He blasts his iPhone to drown out the men talking. But before Mr. McPherson has a chance to open the front doors, the monk unexpectedly flashes his junk, which is pumped to a grotesque size Jaxton’s never seen in his life, and to which no one but him seems to think is completely revolting, not to mention inappropriate. Inside, it’s what he’s come to expect in modern beach houses—it isn’t grossly ostentatious, at least—a minimum of chrome and brass with lots of wood and glass. Mid-century modern furniture in the living room, an Eames lounge chair, the requisite pair of Wassily black strap chairs arranged around a Noguchi coffee table; a Jasper Johns and a Warhol in the dining room. In the airy foyer and leading up the staircase are pictures of Mr. McPherson with a hell of a lot of famous men, Eddie as a twenty-year-old shirtless stud among them. Dark mullet aside, Eddie was something back in the day. It’s sad, really. Jaxton stops and points at the photo. In it, Eddie, shirtless wearing a leather vest, has his arm draped around very pretty boy about the same age. “That thirst trap is you?” he asks, incredulous. Eddie nods and huffs with their luggage up the stairs. “Look at you, bossman.” Jaxton says, which only irritates Eddie. Eddie hates when he drops into his faux-Jamaican act. “Who was the blondie?” Jaxton pesters him up the stairs. “No one you ever heard of,” he wheezes, clomping his way to the room. Their bedroom is large and thankfully frigidly air conditioned. Eddie wants to go immediately to the pool but Jaxton grouses that he’d rather stay in and play his Switch in the A.C. Eddie states categorically he is not going to have his weekend ruined, and demands the game with an outstretched hand. Back in the city a move like that would have caused Jaxton to tell Eddie to shove it and leave, but here he’s stuck and feels like he’s going to have to be at least a little accommodating. He turns over the game, binds his dreadlocks up in a man-bun, and put on his knee-length swimming trunks. “You heard Mac,” Eddie says. “This place is for the uninhibited. Either you wear that dental floss thingy I bought you, or a speedo like mine or nothing. But you are not wearing those ridiculous trunks. You’re not hanging your surfer friends in Montauk.” “That’s a negative on the speedos, bossman. Too much weenie for the bikini. And the thong barely packs me in.” “Then it’s nothing.” “Fine,” Jaxton sneers, and slips off his swimming trunks. He trots down the stairs having no problem displaying his body, especially if it catches the head of the house’s eye. He finds a shady spot by the pool. With his earbuds in and his player turned up, he doesn’t hear the priest dive in the water. Eddie taps his shoulder, hands him a frozen margarita. A peace offering. Jaxton graciously accepts. Eddie wedges himself on the lounge next to his. Besides his own margarita, Eddie’s brought a full pitcher, which he sets on the ground in the shade. He’s in his speedo, which Jaxton finds tragic. A moment later Jaxton’s alarm is set off warning him the old priest is swimming up. He registers Eddie and the monk are talking about him, so he turns down the music a little to catch if any of what they’re saying is of interest. “He’s a mighty tall drink of water, isn’t he?” comments the priest, leering at Jaxton. The music goes right back up. Jaxton hates that phrase. It’s right up there with String Bean, Bean Pole, Bean Stalk—anything Bean-adjacent really. Though the music is too loud for him to actually hear it, he sees the priest ask him, “How’s the weather up there?” That’s another one that ticks him off. The best he can manage is a minor scoff. He checks for any texts from anyone, anyone—even the DJ he’s currently ghosting—but seeing no bars, sags into the chaise. With a thick bottom lip he nurses a sip of his margarita, but perks up instantly when Mr. McPherson comes out to join them. He’s awesomely naked, too. DILF, definitely, Jaxton muses. No tan lines on that boulder butt, and a cock swaying like an elephant trunk. With a cool sip of his drink he gifts the man a restrained two-finger wave. He takes one earbud out as a courtesy. “Hey,” he murmurs. Mr. McPherson acknowledges him with barely a hi—which straight away sets Jaxton off on offense while destroying his self-esteem at the same time, none of which he allows to register on his face. Mr. McPherson bounces on Eddie’s chaise and rumples his sparse hair. Eddie’s a kid again soaking up attention from someone powerful. Mr. McPherson says, “So if the storm holds off a little we can grill steaks.” He looks expectantly at the monk and then at Jaxton. “I trust I have men here that like to eat meat.” Jaxton pauses his music. If Mr. McPherson wants to be indifferent, he can be as serious as a morgue. “Actually, I’m vegan, Mr. McPherson.” Mac makes a theatrical grimace—turns to the actor, “I thought you said no food issues, Eddie.” Eddie slaps Jaxton’s ankle to get him to sit up. Jaxton reluctantly complies. “You eat meat. I’ve seen you eat a whole chicken.” “Dude, it was a free range guinea hen we had in California before the prelims. It made me sick all during the finals.” The priest emerges from the pool, his junk dripping like he’s taking a piss. He stands fists on hips at the end of Jaxton’s chaise. Jaxton scoots a little away from him, which causes Eddie to raise a cautionary eyebrow. “I’m sure I can find something in your pantry for our young giraffe, if you’ll allow me. Most of our monastery is vegetarian along with a few pescatarians.” Jaxton looks as if a turd is under his nose. Eddie looks puzzled. “Fish eaters, Mr. Gleason.” “Lobster,” Jaxton proposes. He’s being accommodating. “I do eat lobster.” Mac laughs, interjecting, “So you’re not that vegan.” Jaxton insists, “I’m totally vegan, bro." “Except for shellfish,” Father Lucius replies, also amused. He sits at the bottom of Jaxton’s chaise and runs a cold, wet palm over Jaxton thigh. “These have got to be the legs of a swimmer.” Eddie notices Jaxton is horrified by the monk’s touch. “A surfer. Also a competitive snowboarder, aren’t you, Jaxton.” Jaxton nods and hides his distain behind multiple sips of margarita. “He’s won prizes at Telluride and Sundance.” “Racing and freestyle,” he says, with a bit of blossoming pride seeing this interests Mr. McPherson. “And in May I just took first at the Rip Curl competition in San Clemente.” “Amazing.” The priest’s hand is higher up Jaxton’s thigh. “Father Lucius,” Mac trumpets, slapping Eddie on the shoulder as he’s rising to his feet. “How about you and I find our resident bro something he’d like to eat.” “I’d like nothing more.” Both men chuckle as they go into the house. Eddie scowls refilling his drink as Jaxton reinserts his earbud and tunes out the world. Somewhere during his playlist, Jaxton notices he’s cold. He looks up to see clouds gathering overhead. He’s had enough. Eddie’s finished the pitcher of margaritas, his head lolling to the side with a bit of drool in the corner—it’s sick to the point of being hysterical. In addition to having goosebumps, he finds he’s hungry. He wanders in the backdoor and discovers a naked Mr. McPherson fixing sandwiches at the kitchen counter. Jaxton cruises the man, making sure he knows his ass is being checked out. “Ah, I was just about to get you two. Grilling looks like we’ll have to put off till tomorrow. But I did find lobster salad. I made you some lobster rolls. Tell me mayo or gluten aren’t a problem.” “No way. Lobster rolls are dope.” Jaxton grabs one and hops on a stool at the counter. Mac finishes slicing brie for a series of sandwiches. “You know,” he says, without looking up, “you’re probably vegetarian not vegan, and not a strict one at that.” Mac picks up a hard roll roast beef, and joins Jaxton at the counter. “Maybe. These are lit, Mr. McPherson,” he says, finishing his first and takes up another. “Call me Mac.” They both savor their sandwiches, eyeing each other. “Where’s Father Lucius?” As if on cue, a rumble of thunder echoes in the distance, which causes Mac to croak a laugh. He points to the stairs. “The good Father is entertaining our young houseboy with card tricks, or something or other.” Jaxton’s eyes keep dropping down to Mr. McPherson’s hanging cock and back up to his large nipple rings. “I’ve thought about getting one of those,” he says, pointing to Mac’s piercing. “You’d look great with one.” “Sic. Only my left though. Is it true two rings means you flip?” Jaxton face is completely neutral. He slides the plate between them and starts working on another lobster roll. “I bet you think I’m an oinker.” “I’m all in when it comes to piggishness. Eat! You could use a pound or two.” He nudges the plate toward Jaxton. “And, yes, I most definitely flip. But I’m surprised you’re caught up in this whole left side, right side thing. That’s very old timey.” Mac reaches over and tweaks his right nipple. Jaxton elbows him away. “I prefer to top, but I’ll flip for the right guy.” He studies Mac’s reaction. Detects none. His brows furrows as he chews. Mac enjoys how seriously the boy takes himself. He’s lucky he gorgeous—stubble on his cleft chin, wispy hint of a mustache on his upper lip, long dark lashes, solemn brow, a slender face, with dazzlingly hazel eyes that turn on a dime: defiant, mischievous, dangerous, wounded, vengeful. What he would do with this boy over time. He could do without haystack of hair, though—but overall a perfectly lithe specimen of young manhood. Spirited, arrogant, entitled, unbroken. “Can I ask you something personal,” Mac says, opening his sandwich and picking off some roast beef. Jaxton looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Do you and Eddie fuck?” Jaxton appears disappointed with the question. “Oh, that. No. Oral sometimes. Works out for the best.” Mac considers this a second, then takes a piece of the red meat and offers it to Jaxton. The young man doesn’t disappoint when he opens his mouth. Mac slips it in, fingers Jaxton’s bottom lip. Jaxton chews it down lustily. Mac picks off a smaller piece. “Try swallowing this without chewing.” Jaxton opens his maw and gulps it down. Mac emits his shark tooth smile, and slides off his stool. “You were drinking tequila?” He opens a cupboard and pulls out a bottle of Grand Patron. “A margarita,” Jaxton corrects him. His eyes flash as he recognizes the high-end tequila. “It should be illegal, don’t you think, to mix a two-hundred-fifty dollar tequila with corn syrup.” Mac brings out two shot glasses, fills them, and slides one across the counter. Jaxton throws it back as does Mac. Both slams down their glasses on the counter. “Oof!” Jaxton rasps. Mac fills them again. “You trying to get me drunk, Mr. McPherson?” “Do I need to?” They both down their shots and again hit their glasses on the counter. “Dude,” Jaxton rasps. “That is some fine hooch.” Two back-to-back shots and Jaxton feels warmth in his belly. He cracks his first smile since he’s been on the island. Mac sees he’s got a slight gap between his front teeth. He’s completely taken. “You think? Follow me,” says Mac, heading to the dining room. “Bring your glass.” In the dining room Mac takes a fat, unlabeled bottle off the bar cart. It only has a few inches of amber liquid in it. Jaxton notices something dark, maybe sketchy floats on the bottom. Mac pops out the wide cork and pours a shot for himself and refills the boy’s glass. “Mezcal de escorpion. This,” he swirls the bottle, “is muy, muy contraband. I dare you.” Mac sees the boy’s reluctance. “Pussy.” “Let me see that. Don’t pussy me, pops.” Jaxton takes the bottle, tilts it. “That a fuckin’ scorpion!” He’s incredulous. His façade of aloofness complete breaks down. “I make two shots my limit, but you gone and double dog dared me...Mac.” He spits out the man’s name and their eyes lock. He sips it, not taking his eyes off the man. With lips on fire, he’s challenged to down any more, but glaring at Mac he defiantly finishes it off. “Fuck me!” His eyes shine with a fiendish afterglow. “Gah!” he exclaims, violently shaking his head. “Right?” Mac concurs, downing his glass. Jaxton steadies himself with his bare butt on the edge of the dining room table. Mac pour himself one more and attempts to empty the bottle in Jaxton’s glass, but Jaxton puts his hand over it. “No-no-no-no, papi. I can’t.” “Sure you can. You win the prize.” Mac pushes his hand aside and empties the few last drops. There’s a plop. The small, black scorpion falls in his glass. “Dude,” he says with cloudy eyes. “You’re trying to poison me.” “The cartel I work with embalm the scorpion in mescaline. Not to be confused with mezcal. Bottled for a month, it neutralizes the poison and absorbs the narcotic. I promise you’ll get insight into how the universe truly works.” “Cartel, huh?” He suddenly very glad he came. “You’re lucky I’m as fuckin’ crazy as you are. Bring it.” With his two fingers, Mac plucks the scorpion from the glass, and dangles it in front of Jaxton’s mouth. Jaxton haltingly relaxes his jaw, battles second thoughts, and closes it. “Pussy,” Mac says flatly. Jaxton’s eyes blaze aggressively at him. Mac sees briefly the turbulence hidden beneath Jaxton’s cool surface. The tall lad reopens and Mac drops the scorpion in. Jaxton’s suddenly not sure about this, but two fingers go under his chin and Mac seals his mouth around the arachnid. “Now swallow.” Jaxton grimaces, displaying an agonized face. “Swallow. Don’t chew, just swallow.” Mac traces his finger down Jaxton’s throat, gently coaxing him. “You can do it.” His mouth and tongue burning, Jaxton struggles to keep his eyes from tearing wanting to spit the creature out. He fixes his gaze on Mac who’s sternly watching him. He feels the man’s dominance over his own instincts. He’s awestruck. Jaxton wants to submit to him, he desperately wants to please him, to cast himself off into those cruel blue eyes. He gulps the scorpion whole and begins to retch. “Don’t you puke! You keep it the fuck down.” Jaxton breathes rapidly through his nose. His eyes widen, then he collapses backward, sprawling out over the dining room table, his long legs hanging off the edge. He’s in shock at what he’s done and yet feels incredibly triumphant, victorious: more intense then riding the purest wave; his heart beating faster than the swiftest decent down an icy mountain. Mac examines the kid laid out like a human feast. He gives a squeeze to one of his nipples as a test and gets little reaction save a small grunt and a pulse from his dick. He runs his hand over the boy sandy blond bush, then takes his cock in his mouth and slathers his cock with saliva. Jacking the boy till his eight inches is standing at attention only takes a few stokes. Jaxton moans and grinds his hips in delicious revelry on the table. Jaxton’s head’s swimming. His eyes open, staring at a Warhol soup can, but his entire being is focused on his cock deeply engaged by Mac’s masterful technique. He’s being swallowed whole down an undulating, slick throat. One of the man’s hands glides through his pubes, over his abs, up to his tit. It’s pinched and Jaxton grabs it and moves it to his other nipple. Mac pinches that one twice as hard. Jaxton grabs the man’s ears and gently rocks his cock in and out his mouth. It’s a rare man that he can’t make gag. Mac flows with the motion and lets the kid have at his throat unimpeded, his tongue deliciously going along for the ride. Jaxton got his cock down his throat all the way to his pubes. Holding a guy here long enough always bring about a panicked gag reflex, but not this motherfucker. His long tongue even slithers out, tickling the underside of his heavy, prickly blond balls. It’s the softest, most thorough blow job of Jaxton’s life. And Jaxton’s going to enjoy skull fucking the man as long as he can. Mac lets him enjoy believing he’s the one in charge, skullfucking him by his ears. He can feel the increase of rhythm and the elevated breathing that’s a definite tell the boy’s about to blow. He releasesf his cock much to Jaxton’s disappointment. But he quickly jumps up on his dining room table and set his knees next to the kid’s ribs, feels for his hard meat and sticks it in his sloppy ass. It’s in before Jaxton has had time to mourn the loss of such expert fellatio. Mac slides his muscled ass back and forth adding an occasional gyration for spice. Jaxton’s aware what a good bottom the older man is, aware of how expertly he’s being milked. He’s on his back with a stud of a daddy taking proper care of his boy’s big bone. It’s a boy-daddy ‘ship he could get into. Up, down, round and round his long cock is stirred; stroked, pulled, slathered and slurped by a power bottom that knows exactly how to pleasure his cock in the way he’s entitled to be indulged. He grabs the man’s big swinging dick, one he’d love to get his lips around but he doesn’t have the dexterity. He settles for stroking it one hand and with his other hand gliding over the man’s muscular rock-hard ass, his six-pack abs, and his expansive chest pulling on those awesome door knockers. Visually and sensually he’s close to shooting, but again Mac frustrates him by climbing off before he can nut. “I’d say we’re ready for our next course,” Mac says. He climbs off the dining table and pulls a very drunk and slightly tripping Jaxton back toward his playroom. As they travel through the hallway, Jaxton feels the scorpion’s narcotic begin to wash over him in increasingly intense waves. They surprise Eddie swaying in the back door from the pool. Eddie and Jaxton happily recognize each other, both are happy drunks. Both rest their foreheads together in a gesture of familiar greeting. “You having a good time, kid?” Eddie asks him. “The best, Eddie.” Mac steers Eddie toward the stairs. “Eddie, go get your nose candy and summon Shaggy and Scooby to the playroom?” Eddie beams, elated, giggling in a sing-song to himself: Shaggy and Scooby, Shaggy and Scooby. He staggers upstairs for his stash that will get him through the night and into Tommy’s hot little ass. Mac puts his hand on Jaxton's shoulder so primed to perfection, so ready to be broken in. He observes Jaxton staring up at the light fixture. He’s waving his hand back and forth, observing sparks flying off his fingers, blurred trails following behind. "Come boy.” He guides Jaxton to the door. “This is when the fun begins."

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_jN5TwOv8MAUm Clearly pumping a hot load in that ass!

I hope he becomes an owned fuckdd up faggot slave for his new MASTER and creator

Obviously your husband is missing out on your skillz. Works in 99% of cases, though. 😏

Take it you bitch while he slapped me

It depends on the other. Sometimes I think, I hope it will last still long, or boy breed me asap. Very rarely, the other, typically the top is fucking so bad that I’m bored, I’m waiting for the end

Part 2 He also mentioned some other really dark fantasies he wanted to try. We will have to see I told him. He reminded me a bit of me years ago when I was introduced to the Dark side of sex. Mine started with an older lady that taught me the enjoyment of pain and pleasure. After using dildoes on my ass and sucking me dry she started using a strapon. Shortly after that she enticed me to let some of her friends join in. they were 2 bi guys that really got me fucked up and fucked out. I can still remember the horror of her holding me down while the guys took turns in my ass, one was covered but the other one was bare. He blew a huge load in my ass and then pissed in my ass. Another first for me, after I felt hot inside and wanted more action, the only issues was that my cock was soft and smaller than I ever remembered. A couple weeks later the guys invited me to a party. I thought there would be girls there but there was only 2 girls there, or so I thought. They were smoking weed and other tuff, at that time I had only smoked one time and really didn’t get much out of it. The girls got me smoking and had my cloths off pretty soon. I had a cola to drink and it tasted a little funny. By that time the guys were playing with each other, sucking and fingering. I was really concentrating on the 2 girls thinking I was going to get some ass. At one time one of the girls was sucking my cock and playing with my ass. I was incredibly horny, I figured it was from the action. The girl sucking my cock started fingering my ass, something that I really love. I felt a warm sensation in my ass, it was a mild burn. The girl told me not to worry about it, all I knew is that shortly after I was on fire. She rolled me only my stomach and stared licking my ass and adding more fingers. My head was spinning with excitement. She was talking to the other gurl and asked if she was ready, I thought I was going to get a strapon and was more than ready. The one eating my ass moved to a side and held my cheeks open, the other on crawled up on me. I could feel the dildo dragging on my upper thighs and I was pumping my hips not the mattress. I felt the tip on my hole and then she pushed in. I suddenly realized it was the real thing, she pumped in my ass for a while getting close and slowing down that speeding up to get close again. The other girl took off her skirt. She was hung about 8” with piercings. She pumped it then came close to have me suck on it. I didn’t like it but sucked on it some, about that time the one in my ass started moaning, telling me what a great cunt I had and shoved deep in me, I started to yell when the other one shoved her cock half way down my throat. I felt the one in my ass throbbing and I knew I was getting a load in me. She pulled out and the one on my mouth pulled away and said that this was going to be fun. The one that just shot in my ass pushed something up my but that burnt like hell, She said to really it will help. The other one climbed on me and started pushing up me. I felt my burning ass being split in half. I could tell that the piercings were ripping my ass open. She fucked the hell out of me but I loved every minute of it, when she came in my ass I really felt her shoot. After that they took me out to the main room where I was passed around to every guy as a fresh piece of meat. I learned that I was given booty bumps, never heard of them before, and fucked all night. I never was able to cum, my cock shriveled up to nothing. My ass was sore and hurt for a couple days after, but i was hooked and wanted more That night I had fingers, toys, cocks and all sorts of drugs pushed up my ass. This is some of what I had planned for the Kid if he called back

I was walking in my favorite sex club, the smell of sweat, cum, and poppers were in the air. I was intoxicated by the smell and my hole was buzzing, in the video room, my SIR had made a big show of breeding my hole, a few guys added their sperm and felched my used furry black ass. My SIR kissed me, told me I was his good boy, and sent me to play on my own, to find a hole to breed. This was the first time that I had been out in a week, as I had recently had the fuck flu, which, of course, derailed my play time, but my SIR, my POZDADDY was proud of me: I had taken his seed, his virus. I had earned his collar and a permanent place in his life. Not the usual thoughts one has while walking through a dark and dingy sex club, but I couldn't help myself, and I found myself wondering if I should find some condom queen and stealth him, or just look for a bareback slut, or hold-out for the willing and honest bug chaser? I heard grunting, I heard a voice beg "More, harder." The voice made my blood boil. I knew exactly who it was! Instantly, a huge grin crossed my face. Perfect. Just too fucking perfect. A huge, 'roided-out tattooed Daddy that I knew from the gym walked out of the booth, his dick (sporting a PA) flopped out of his jeans. My prey. I walked in the room, and there he was bent over... a blindfold around his eyes... my younger brother. I was instantly hard. On the floor I saw discarded and semen-filled condoms. Such a waste, still, if he is playing safe, then he's probably neg. Perfect, I thought. Without a word, I bent down and tongue-fucked my younger brother's used hole. I gotta admit, although I grew-up hating my brother, I was hard as a rock, if only because undeniable that nice asses ran in our family. Or was I hard because I knew what I had in store for him? My dick got even harder when I glanced on his hand and saw his wedding ring. I spread his bubbled ass cheeks apart, unlike me, his ass is nice and smooth. He whimpered like the bitch he is as my tongue went in deeper. Usually, I hate the taste of an ass that has been tainted by latex, but all I could think about was infecting his body with my, my SIR, my POZDADDY'S virus. I lined-up my bare cock and nudged his hole, at the same time, catching sight of the biohazard tattoo that I sported on my torso, below my navel. Still wordless, I grinned. Then my brother pulled out a condom and handed it to me. I opened it, took out the condom, and threw it aside, I held poppers to his nose. In his fucked-out and popper induced haze, he didn't register that I wasn't wearing the condom as my bareback, incestuous dick entered his hole. I grabbed his ass, and began plowing his hole. I wondered how many men had fucked him that night, and how long he had led a secret life of being a bottom bitch, while married to my sister-in-law. Heh heh, he'd be a poz bottom bitch once I was done with him. I thought about all the times he was favored as we grew up, and imagined my dick was a gun, and my semen were the bullets. As he knew it, his life would be over. "Oh man, that feels so fucking good, so fucking amazing!" I thought how my family had disowned me, and how vocal he had been about not wanting a faggot for a brother. Who's the faggot now, I thought. He was in a darkroom, bent over, his estranged older brother's poz death stick violating his lying, cheating ass. This was too good, this was too much. My nuts began to boil over. The trigger went off. I let loose my potent, high viral load poz sperm deep into his guts. He exclaimed "Holy shit! Wha... wha... did you cum in me! You better not have!" as he took off his blindfold. I laughed as his face went pale, remarking with a smirk "You're hardly in a position to make demands... baby brother."

Still can't upload photo's for some reason. That's to bad because the photo of the blond hair blue eyed Jock that is bound on the bed locked in a chastity cage with built in e-stim is so hot. Not to mention the moans and begging he is doing as he is being milked dry. Prepping him for a long night. He has no idea once he is milked dry of all that Nasty NEG Cum he will be refilled with hot toxic cum from my boy, myself, and a couple friends I have coming over this evening. The Jock will not only serve my friends while he is naked he will offer his tight hole for them to use as they wish.

I love literally milking a guys cock with my hand, mouth and most importantly, my throat. really love just fucking a guys cock with the deepest parts of my throat and forcing that cum to shoot down my throat. I was trained to jerk guys off with whatever fuckhole they're using. I do also enjoy when guys jerk off into my mouth cause I know they get off on it but I wanna drain guys balls with my cocksucking mouth and throat. I was born without a gag reflex cause I was born to be a cocksucking faggot. 2. . i like it when guys shoot really hard so I can feel the cock pulse in my mouth and feel the load, even when they wanna pull out and shoot in my face. I even had a regular at the porntheatre that shot super hard loads right into my eyes. 3. I love it when men shove their cock down my throat and shoot directly into itI 4. I like thick creamy loads that are chunky and tasty and you can feel slide down your throat, but I also like it on my tongue so I can really taste it and purposely swallow. 5. I like sweet delicious loads with a salty aftertaste. probably cause I learned how to suck cock on a few guys with sweet tasty loads. smokers cum is not tasty 6. the more cum the better for me. I wanna have to swallow several big gulps worth of cum 7. I love drinking multiple loads at a time. makes me feel really slutty. I learned that in highschool in porn theatres at glory holes drinking load after load for hours. plus even if a guys load isn’t big, there’s going to be more loads so it doesn’t matter. 8. for me the perfect cock to suck is nice big ones. really long and thick enough to completely cut off the air in my windpipe when he fucks my throat. nice big meaty cocks with a spongy outer layer and a big set of hanging balls to bounce off my chin. also good if it has a curve to get it down my throat easier. curve down when I’m on my knees or curve up when I’m blowing guys in a car.

I gasped as Matt stuffed a fat plug from his bag inside of me. He smiled and rubbed my stomach for a second and then kissed me. “Fuck,” he said, breaking the kiss, “I guess I shouldn’t be so shocked after your performance yesterday day but damn. You just got destroyed by eight cocks in a row and you never even asked to see one of them.” “I don’t know. Yesterday I took that first load and it just felt right, now every time I take another I just feel more and more like I’m who I’m supposed to be. I guess it doesn’t matter who the dick is attached to so long as I’m getting fucked and bred.” “That was exactly how I felt last year. Sir gave me my first taste of belonging to someone and I knew I had found my place in the world. He took me from being your average horny college kid to a cumslut in a few weeks.” “I need to text my Sir’s and tell them!” “Yes, you do boy!” I grabbed my phone and texted them about what Matt had just done for me. “Fuck yes Pig!” came their response, “two more loads and that cunt is officially ours.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Have fun getting the last two, we’ll see you in the morning. Assuming you’re successful ;)” “Yes Sir!” “And don’t forget, 15 is a goal not a limit. If you take more that’s all the better.” “Fuck,” said Matt reading over my shoulder, “If I could get hard right now I’d be fucking dripping.” “If you could get hard right now,” I laughed, “I’d be riding your fat cock for all its worth.” He kissed me deep and pushed on the plug in my cunt making me moan into his mouth. He then rolled off the bed and checked his phone. “Well,” he said, a wicked grin crossing his face, “looks like I have to go. Sir needs me to go help out a friend of his. You should check your phone too, Sir gave out your number to a few people and I think they’re going to help you get to your goal.” Matt got up and got dressed. I just lay on the bed naked and sweaty for a few more minutes. He came over and kissed me again, “Have fun, I’ll see you later.” When he was gone I checked my phone. My first new text was from Robert, “Sir’s told us you’ll have reached your goal in the next few hours. Here’s your next set of instructions. Tomorrow, come to the house at noon. After tonight’s done no more loads till you get here. We’re going to claim your cunt.” “YES SIR!” I typed back quickly. Then a text from Sir, “A couple friends will be texting you, they are likely to only send addresses and maybe a photo of their cock. Tom and Robert agreed. You are to go to their homes and service them in the order you get their messages. You only have to text them when you’re on your way. I’ve broken in more boys than them and they’ve agreed to let me use some of my expertise to make sure you’re really the cunt for them.” “Thank you, Sir.” Then there were three more texts, like Sir said, just addresses and photos of hard, fat, beautiful cocks. I texted the first number that I was on my way. Put on a jockstrap, jogging shorts and a t-shirt, then left for the car, with the fat plug still deep in my hole. When I thought about that evening while lying in bed the next morning sweaty with dried cum all over my body, my cock leaking in its cage, and the massive plug slipping from my loose hole I thought about how much my mind had shifted from 48 hours before, and reveled in my new-found freedom. The first address was just a few minutes away, an apartment complex on the other side of campus. I parked, and without a second glance, walked into the building. The apartment was on the third floor, and I took the steps as quickly as I could without dislodging the plug from my hole as I walked. I don’t know what I was expecting when I knocked on the door but a baby-faced boy in a tank top with a surprising amount of chest hair on display was not it. He smiled broadly at me and then let me in. Once inside the door he quickly grabbed me and kissed me hard on the mouth. His hands roved all over my body as he walked me through the apartment our mouth locked together. We moved into a bedroom, and he pulled my shirt off over my head breaking our kiss for the first time. I did the same to him and ran my hands across his hairy pecs and flat stomach. He smiled at me again and said, “Hi.” We both laughed a little and looked sheepish. “Hi.” “Ordinarily I’d tell you my name and exchange pleasantries but Sir made it clear that today you’re just a cunt hungry for cum,” He grinned broadly at me, “So strip and get ready for my cock pig.” I grinned back at him and said, “Thank you Sir.” He laughed lightly and dropped his jeans revealing a bulging jock, as I stripped off my clothes. I left my jock on and turned around on the bed with my ass in the air for him. “Fuck, that is a big fucking plug. Sir wasn’t kidding, your hole’s been through it.” “Two days of constant breeding, and uses. Hope you like a worn-out cunt.” “Nothing better, now let’s get that plug out of you.” I leant forward and arched my back, pushing my hole out as he tugged on the base of the plug. At first it felt like my hole was going to hold onto it but then my ring expanded and at the plug sprung out into the tops hands. “Fuck,” he moaned appreciatively and fingered my hole, “what a beautiful fucking cunt. I was going to tell you to get my cock wet for your hole but I don’t think you need it. Think you can take this with just the cum in your cunt?” I looked over my shoulder as he waved yet another long thick cock at me. My mouth watered. “Fucking shove it in my cunt and find out,” I growled in response. “Good pig,” and that was it. He slammed inside of me and started to pound me. I was instantly a whimpering mess. My hole felt sloppy as he fucked me, and I felt cum splash out onto my balls and legs. He moaned and complimented my hole as he pounded away. “Breed me! Please! Flood my cunt.” I begged as he used me. He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back, forcing my ass onto his cock as he fucked me even harder. I groaned as he hammered into my prostate. “Fuck yes, bitch, take that fucking cock.” Suddenly he let go of my hair and spanked my ass hard causing me to yelp and clamp down on his cock with my hole. “On your back pig. I wanna look you in the eyes as I seed your warm cunt.” “Yes, Sir!” I slipped off his cock and flopped over onto my back quickly grabbing my knees and pulling them to my chest. “Good boy. You’ve been trained well.” “Honestly,” I gasped as he slid back in, “My training has just started. I took my first load three nights ago. I met my owners the next afternoon and I’ve done nothing but take loads and learn to follow their orders since.” “Fuck yes. A natural born cumdump.” “That’s what my owner’s called me.” He smiled, kissed me, and then started to rail me again. My eyes rolled back and I was lost in fuck lust. “That’s it boy,” he said between strokes, “I’m going to fill you up. Breed this wet fucking cunt and add my load. You want that don’t you. You need this cum.” “Yes Sir!” “Take my fucking load slut!” He slammed balls deep in me and collapsed forward, his hairy chest rubbing against me as he breathed deeply. I moaned feeling his cock pulsed as his balls emptied into me. “Thank you, Sir,” I panted. “Fuck,” he kissed me, “Fuck, I could keep you all day but Sir told me not to keep you too long. You’ve got places to be.” I opened my eyes and kissed him again, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him tight. “Thank you,” I said again. “I’ll see you again, don’t worry I’ve got your number.” He disentangled himself from me and picked up the plug from the night stand. He spat on the head and slid it back into my hole with a wet pop. I smiled widely and felt my body relax again. This just felt right. “Well pig, you’d better get dressed and be on your way. Don’t want to keep the men waiting.” We both grinned and I got dressed. I thanked him again as we kissed by the door and then walked back to my car, somehow stinking even more of sex than before. When I got in the car I checked my messages. I had three new addressed bringing my appointments up to five. I texted the next one on the list, plugged the address into google and headed out.

Father's rutting cock was pistoning out of Andrews hole, the thick demon cock churning his now loose hole. Andrew was in bliss, he was finally worshiping his uncle, the way he knew he needed too. Suddenly Fathers grip tightened around his throat, choking him. Father's ruts and grunts became more desperate, suddenly Andrews uncle stepped away. Andrew didn't mind, he knew what was about to happen. He knew it was time for him to convert to this new demonic church. Father's cock slammed into Andrew, causing him to cry out. Again, and again the thick demonic cock stretched Andrew, and turned his tight boy hole into a real man cunt. "Please Father, please breed me" Andrew begged the heaving hooded man. "YOU WANT THE GIFT" He yelled, his deep voice booming in the dark of the church. "Poz me Father, knock me up! I want your poz gift Sir" Father roared, slamming into Andrew. He could feel Father as he pumped a massive load deep into Andrew, bucking hard as his tiny cock spewed onto the mattress. Andrews breath was ragged, being rutted into by the hooded man, as he pumped the last of his demonic seed into the now defiled Andrew. Andrew looked up, his body reeling in a high, he locked eyes with his Uncle. Feeling Father now pull slowly from Andrews ruined cunt, he could feel the weight of the piercings drag out of him. He needed more, he couldn't go back to feeling empty. Andrew knew what he wanted, and now converted by Father he knew he could finally be with his Uncle. Staring dead into the eyes of his Uncle, he watched as slowly Dom paced the edge of the mattress. Changing places with Father, Dom looked down at the ruined hole before him. It gaped from the demon cock that had defiled it, dripping in toxic cum. Taking his PA, holding it to the opening he dipped it into the cum ridden cunt before him. He slammed in, forcing his was deep into his nephew. Feeling the boy gave way, he held him down with his superior strength pushing him into the mattress. Andrew moaned as he felt his Uncle punch deep into him, groaning as he felt his uncles PA drag inside him. Andrew tears down his face, as his uncle mercilessly hammered into his hole. Screaming into the mattress and he rammed his already loose hole. "Here brother smoke this" Poz Pig was above him, holding out the pipe to Andrews lips. Greedily he wrapped his lips around Poz Pigs glass cock and took a big hit, and another. Holding the pipe to his lips, Poz Pig smirked, Father like the converters lucid, Poz Pig liked them destroyed. Andrew was now puffing away, a cloud perpetually surrounded him, he was so fucking high. He began to meet his uncles thrusts feeling the cock fuck in Father's load. Sweat was running off his uncle, his manly scent filled Andrews nose, he knew this was where he needed to be. The pipe, again was put to Andrews lips, he had little resistance now. Andrew collapsed again, his uncles hammering into his hole now reaching climax. Andrew was in a blissful state, he knew he was about to get his Uncles strain aswell, he could barely think. lying there taking cock in that blissful state, he felt his Uncle shout slamming deep into him again. "Fuck, take that poz load fag!" Dom shuddered as he shot his load into his nephew and pulled out, filling his own flesh and blood with his strain. He was so proud to have his nephew in the cult, a stranger quickly replaced him, plunging into the loose and loaded hole. It was the congregations turn to add their loads, he knew it would be a day or so before Andrew made it home. He looked down at his nephew, lying there in chemmed bliss, Poz Pig shotgunning him. Boy probably had no idea his Uncle was leaving him there, one of the brothers would drop him off at the house when he was done being fucked. Dom turned towards the church doors, now wearing a pair of joggers. He would be looking forward to having a new fag permanently on call.

“Where’s your phone?” Matt broke our kiss. I pointed to the nightstand and he jumped up. “Pull your legs back and show me that hole.” I presented my cunt to him and he took several pictures. “Text these to me and you new owners, I’ll send it on to Sir.” “Yes Sir,” I responded instinctually. “Sir? I like that. You’re my sub, and I’m not even a top. How perfect.” “Just a cunt Sir.” “Fuck! I love this new you.” “Honestly I do too!” We laughed and I set Tom and Robert the pics of my wet, cum covered cunt. “Fuck boy,” Robert’s response came back almost immediately, “Your cunt looks amazing. How many loads?” “One away from my goal Sir. My friend Matt’s Master apparently wants to use me next” “Oh. We know.” “He told you?” “We’re good friends. Have fun boy.” “Thank you, Sir!” “See you in two days.” “What did they say,” Matt asked. “To have fun with your Master and that they would see me in two days.” “They’re gonna make you wait two days?” “Day after tomorrow. They want me to spend tomorrow getting bred too… another fifteen loads.” “Between Sir and I we can make sure that happens.” “Thanks,” I kissed him. Matt broke our kiss quickly, “We can’t get distracted. I’m supposed to take you to Sir now. Just grab some shorts and a t-shirt. You only need cloths for the car. I’ll drive.” He started getting dressed. I found the cloths I had worn to meet Tom and Robert earlier and dressed. I walked with my ass clenched trying not to let any of the cum leak out. Matt looked at me and laughed, “You’re gonna leak, just embrace it boy.” “Sir wont be mad?” “Not at all, he loves seeing a wet spot in a boy’s shorts and making them wear it proudly. You’re a cum slut and everyone should know.” “Fuck, ok. Well…. Let’s go.” We left the apartment and got into Matt’s car. I felt self-conscious, I could feel my ass was wet. I kept my hole clenched as Matt drove us off campus and into a small neighborhood. After about fifteen minutes we pulled into the driveway of a rather nice looking brick, two story house. After parking in the drive Matt turned to me, “Ok. Here are the rules. We don’t get clothes in the house so we’ll strip off as soon as we’re in. You only speak to Sir when spoken to, and you always refer to him as Sir. I don’t know exactly what he has planned but, I know he’ll use your cunt good if you give in and let him.” I took a deep breath, “Lets go.” “Good pig.” He kissed me and we got out of the car.

I honestly just enjoy being a bottom, never did drugs other than poppers now. Not into the whole 'bug chasing' thing. I just find that nothing makes me feel quite as good as taking a cock bareback up my ass until I make him cum.

Part 1. I was being fucking stupid, I knew that from the start. I knew it when I was at home, cleaning myself out and shaving everything below the neck. I knew it when I left and got the train to some place I'd never heard of before. I knew it when I walked up the drive to the address I was given and knocked on the door. And I especially knew it when the door was opened. Standing butt naked, letting me in, was an indian guy, small but with a huge cock, which was already rock solid. The second I was in, it was too late for me to stop being stupid - I was immediately forced to my knees. His cock filled my mouth and I sucked it, tasting his skin and precum on my tongue. His cock was just as big as it looked in the pictures. A solid nine inches, thick and brown. He forced it down my throat, gripping my blonde hair tightly, with no regard for any pain he caused me. After a few thrusts, he let go, pulling his cock out and smacking me with it, leaving a splat of my spit and his precum on my face. He led me from the hallway into the next room - I knew not to get off my knees, but to crawl behind him. The room should have been a living room, but if it ever had normal furniture, that had all been stripped out and replaced with a sling, a fucking bench, and table that I couldn’t see the top of, and the contents of which I could only guess at. There was also set up several cameras, positioned so that they wouldn't get in the way of what was to come. There were three people in the room - the 9 inch Indian who had let me in and fucked my throat already, a white skinhead, as naked as the first guy and with a chunky piercing in the tip of his chunky eight inch cock, plus several other piercings throughout his body, and a black guy, fully dressed in leather chaps, a jock and a waistcoat that did little to cover his muscular body. I knew to crawl straight over to this one and kiss both his boots, then wait. No one spoke, and without needing direction, the skinhead went to the table and pulled from behind it an empty backpack. He dropped it next to me, and I knew I was allowed to stand, though only briefly, to strip down to my jock, putting my shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt and what little possessions I brought with me all in the bag. The skinhead took it away again, and flung it unceremoniously through an open door on the other side of the room, behind the sling. Then he and the Indian converged on me. The Indians dick slipped between my exposed buttcheeks, grinding against my hole, still slick from my spit. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, his body fully pressed against mine. The skinhead, meanwhile, stood in front of me, between me and the leather clad man. He took my nipples between his fingers and started twisting them harshly as he forced his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. A metal stud on his tongue smacked against my teeth as it slivered in, filling my mouth almost as much as the cock had earlier. I moaned into his mouth, and felt his cock hardening against me, the ring going through it rubbing against my now bulging jock pouch. Behind me, the Indian started kissing and biting my neck, sinking his teeth in deep. I pushed my ass out against his cock, I wanted him to fuck me right now, though I knew he wouldn't. They were only trying to see if I’d lose my nerve and beg them to let me leave, but there was no chance of that. Sure enough, with a snap of fingers behind the skinhead, both bodies suddenly separated from mine, so quickly that I nearly fell over, having not noticed that I had been using them to support myself. I immediately sank to my knees again, and looked up at the ringleader. He reached out and grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me across the room. Still holding my hair, he made me look into a full length mirror behind the fucking bench. I'd always been skinny, and my pale, hairless body looked smaller than ever in comparison to the bulking black monster that held me so firmly. The skinhead and Indian had begun kissing and wanking each others dicks while they waited for the leather Daddy to do his thing. "Say it." He said. He didn't shout, and yet the command was barked with harsh force. "I'm a stupid whore, Sir." I answered, not breaking eye contact with him through the mirror. I knew every word of what I had to say off by heart. I knew it was all being recorded too. "And why are you a stupid whore?" He asked, tightening his grip in my curly blonde hair, making me wince, but not stumble from the plan. "Because I came here tonight." I answered. "What's going to happen to you here?" "You're going to pump me full of drugs." I answered. "Then you're going to fuck me and pump me full of your cum." At this point, his other hand came round and gripped my throat. I could feel his leather covered cock pressing into my back. "And you want that?" I answered yes and he asked "Why?" "Because I want your toxic loads." I answered, and he demanded 'why' again. "Because I'm fucking stupid, but my boyfriend is stupider. He cheated on me, so I'm going to become a poz fucker and convert him too!" I didn't break eye contact the entire time. And with that, no more words were said. Pulling me by my throat, he dragged me back across to the other two, where they took it in turns to ram their cocks down my throat. Meanwhile, I could only hear the leather Daddy as he did something near the box and drug board. It didn't take long before both guys were going all the way down to the hilt in my throat. My nose buried into the hair of the Indian - I'd never taken anything in me that big before. My pathetic boyfriends cock wasn't even six inches, and barely tickled the back off my throat. I struggled and gagged around it, and he showed no sign of caring about my difficulty, gripping my head tight and fucking my mouth. When the skinhead took over, his dick might not have gone down as far, but the P.A. scratching inside me made it all the more difficult to take. He forced it down even harder than the Indian. Behind me, I heard boots approach once more. He dropped several things down, then grabbed my hips and pulled, making me stick my ass out as far as it would go without stopping me from reaching the cocks I was serving. I felt something on my back - he was writing on my shoulders with a pen, though I was too distracted by my work to follow it in my mind and work out what he wrote. After that, he moved lower down and wrote something else, that took longer, then I felt him draw an arrow on each of my ass cheeks, pointing to my hole. After that, they all moved together, like a planned attack. I was pulled to my feet, with the Skinhead wrapping his arms around me and holding me still, while the Indian held out my arm. The leather Daddy wrapped a strap around my arm and pulled it tight. It was over in a flash. Needle in, injected, out, strap off. With that, my head, my whole body suddenly burst with sensation. I coughed as I was shoved back to my knees, and a cock filled my mouth again. I didn't even know who's at first, though the piercing soon tipped me off. I didn't need any help to force myself down to the base this time - I swallowed it with a greedy hunger. At the same time, I felt a probing in my ass, and immediately thrust my hips out to meet it. The Indians tongue pushed straight into my waiting hole, where I felt it wiggle and squirm, shoving itself in and out and in again. I moaned around the skinheads cock as I got tongue fucked. This went on for a while, till the Indian guy stopped and repositioned himself so that his cock was pressed against my ass. The cock in my throat was pulled out so quickly, i worried for a moment that the piercing might cut something. All fear was quickly erased though, as a strange mask was forced over my nose and mouth. I breathed in deeply without even thinking - it smelled heavily of some chemical, and I knew I'd smelt it before in gay bars. It was poppers, and my already airy head was swimming after a few breaths, but the Indian held it on even still. I pushed my ass out against his cock again, moaning into the mask. I felt his spare hand slip between us and, with the precision of a pro, he lined up his cock with my hole. Still wet and desperate to be filled, my ass barely put up a fight, and the nine inches of cock shoved straight down till I could feel his pubes and his balls slap against me. I moaned, loudly, into the poppers mask. My virginity, which I could never convince my completely bottom boyfriend to take, despite his promises, was shattered in an instant. The Mask was dropped from my face as the Indian wrapped his arms around me. Our bodies were touching as much as they could, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he started pounding my hole. He had mounted me like a dog, and panted like one in my ear, occasionally kissing or biting or sucking on my neck. Meanwhile, the skinhead circled around us like a predatory animal, growling encouragements to his friend, or insults to me. "Fuck that little cunt!" He said. "Fill that hole - he'll never want it empty again." I was practically being fucked into the floor at this point, but the skinhead knelt down in front of me, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up, all without disturbing the pounding the Indian was giving my ass at all. He waved his cock in my face, smacking it against my cheeks and knocking the piercing against my lips. "See this?" He asked me. "You know what I'm going to do once he's done? I'm going to ram this right up your fucking cunt, and fuck you so fucking hard that you'll get all torn up inside. Our cum and our bug will go right into your blood. You're not walking away from this without it. No fucking chance!" And with that, he forced his cock down my throat and started fucking it. His words had got me so hot, I could feel my cock beneath me, rock hard, despite being crushed by my weight and the force of the Indian fucking me. It had slipped from my jock, and I was leaking precum - the only neg cum in the room, I thought, and that made me even harder. The Indian was obviously encouraged by what he heard too, as the speed and the force of his fucking picked up. He started moaning louder and louder, and each thrust seemed to slam down harder and harder. The whole time, the skinhead had been running his hands through my hair, half stroking, half pulling as he fucked my mouth. Finally, with a mighty howl, the Indian shoved his cock deep into my ass, his body convulsed, and I could feel his hot load blow up into me. Shot after shot blasting up, coating the insides of my ass completely. It felt like more cum than I'd ever seen one person produce before, and as his orgasm subsided, he started fucking his load into me again. Both cocks left me at the same time, the one in my ass now softer than the one in my throat. In my haze, I didn’t even see the Indian disappear from the room, he just seemed to vanish. The skinhead didn’t, and instead pulled me to my feet and forced me across the room, towards the fucking bench. He slammed me over it, grabbing both my arms and pinning them to my back with one hand, while the other grabbed my hair once more and yanked, pulling my head and holding it in a position so that I had to stare at the mirror in front of us. I noticed then that we were the only ones in the room - the black leather daddy had slipped out at some point. The skinhead needed no help to get his cock lined up with my hole, and rammed his pierced dick straight into the cum filled hole, making me moan and close my eyes. With a jerk of his hand in my hair, he half-yelled at me. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes, faggot!” He growled, shaking my head and fucking my ass hard. “You’re going to watch me convert your fucking ass, got it?!” I nodded as best I could, and I didn’t break eye contact with his reflection again. He didn’t take long, but I felt each and every thrust into me. With every few thrusts of his hips, he’d change how he fucked me. First he forced himself in as deep as he could and kept it there, moving only slightly as he bucked and grinded into my hole. After that, he pulled out completely, and repeatedly stabbed all the way back down to the hilt before pulling all the way out again, spearing me multiple times - the piercing making itself known with each and every penetration. I could tell he was getting close when he began fucking me properly, not pulling out but making me feel the full length of his eight inches as he pounded into my ass. The whole while, he kept talking. “Stupid fucker!” He said. “No fucking clue what you’re doing to yourself! This viral load is going to knock you right the fuck up! Better be ready for it! Are you fucking ready for it?!” He demanded to know. I yelled out. “Ah fuck yeah! I want your load in me! I want to be a poz Fucker like you!” My words obviously got him going, as with a wordless shout, he slammed deep into my ass and released his load. It went on just as long as the first load I took, and he began fucking it into me as well, though he went on longer than the Indian had, pounding my ass. I could feel the slickness in there, and some of the cum dribbled out of my ass and down my balls, which hung underneath, smacking into the fucking bench whenever the skinhead slammed back in. Finally, the skinhead pulled out. He let go of my hair, but not my arms. Once his cock was free, I felt him shove several fingers in instead, and I could feel his nails digging into the walls of my ass. “Gonna make fucking sure!” He said and, sure enough, when he pulled out his fingers and showed them to me in the reflection, I could see some blood mixed in with the cum. With that, he let go of me, and once again forgetting to support my own weight, I slid off the side of the bench, falling into a pile on the floor.

This past weekend, I was out of town for the night and of course, my adventurous little slut boyfriend decided he wanted to get some poz cum while I was gone and give me a hot little webcam show. For the first time, Matt took a high viral load of someone not on meds. Shortly after I left for the weekend, Matt hopped on to Grindr and set the search for poz. It turned up a few good results, but one caught Matt's eye. His name was Brandon, a young 20 year old twink, 6'0", 150 pounds with green eyes and a shirtless picture showing off his crotch v. Matt messaged him asking how he felt about breeding a willing neg ass. Brandon was apparently shocked and turned on and immediately was intrigued. After initial conversation and discussing why Matt would take it and so on, Brandon explained that he hasnt started meds because he, admittedly, wanted to breed someone and convert them at least once before starting meds. After that, the two traded nudes. Matt showed off his 7" cock and his smooth hole and Brandon showed off his 7" and very thick cock to Matt. Matt then explained that he wanted to be fucked on Skype so I could watch. This got Brandon going even more, confused, yet turned on how I'd be ok and wanting Matt to take poz loads to turn him into a little bottom cum slut. Finally, the two settled on a time. Matt sent me a text saying to be on Skype at 10:30. Knowing what Matt was up to, I was on and ready at 10:30. I turned Skype on to see Matt, alone in our bed, wearing a sexy jockstrap that shows his bubble butt off in the best of ways. Brandon was running a few minutes late but had told Matt to be ready for him when he got there. Matt unlocked our door and I watched my boyfriend lube up his hole and finger himself to get ready for Brandon's poz fuckstick to be pounding him shortly. Matt laid a towel on the bed, still clad in his jockstrap, and laid face down with his ass ready to be assaulted. A few minutes later, I heard Matt's text go off and he told me Brandon had just parked and was coming in. Matt, got back into his position, tossed his phone aside and waited. A minute or so later, the front door could be heard opening and closing and Brandon asking "Which room?", Matt responding "2nd door, right" and I saw Brandon's gorgeous self walk into view. Much hotter than Matt described. Brandon came in front of the webcam and said, "I can't believe you guys are so twisted, but I'm gonna poz your little boyfriend and you're gonna love it!". Brandon removed his shoes, socks, shirt and pants and began to tease Matt. Rubbing his rock hard, but covered cock against his lubed ass. Brandon reached into the briefs he was wearing and pulled out a toothbrush. He shoved it into Matt's ass and began working it around. Matt was moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure. Brandon was thorough, brushing Matt's ass for a good few minutes until he pulled it out and showed me a very red brush head. Brandon slowly removed his briefs, exposing his 7" thick cock. He began to slap it against Matt's ass with Matt telling him to fuck him. Brandon placed the head of his thick poz cock at Matt's hole and told him he's gonna get a few loads. He shoved his dick all the way in, causing Matt to yell out a bit in pain. Brandon told him to stop being a pussy and get ready. Brandon grabbed my boyfriend's hips and violently began thrusting his cock into Matt's hole. Eventually, pain subsided and pleasure took over. Matt began to moan, loving every moment of this twink pounding his smooth neg ass. Brandon pulled out, flipped Matt onto his back and lifted his legs up and went right back to pounding his ass. Brandon's hands were on Matt's shoulders. Pushing Matt as deep as he could on his cock. Brandon picked up his pace and the dirty talk. "Get ready you fucking whore. I'm getting close......Ugh....here it comes. Take my dirty cum, slut!" With that, Brandon filled my boyfriend's torn up ass with his cum. After a minute of slowly thrusting his cum deeper into Matt's guts, Brandon began filling Matt's ass again but this time, with piss. He was filling Matt's ass up and it began overflowing and getting all over our bed. Brandon pulled Matt up and bent him over, shoving his face in the dummy, pissy wet part of the bed and once again his hard cock was pounding Matt's used hole. Matt was in heaven and Brandon was eating it up. Brandon was cocky and began talking to me about how he's gonna own a piece of my boyfriend, forever and how when I get it from Matt, he's gonna own me forever too. Fuck, was he turning me on even more. Brandon was turning himself on even more and again, he bred my boy with his dirty load. Matt's ass was full of cum and piss and blood. But Brandon wasn't done. Brandon threw Matt onto the bed, on his back and he started to suck Matt's 7" cock. Brandon then lubed up Matt's cock and slowly lowered his poz ass onto Matt's neg cock. Brandon began to ride Matt, who hadn't cum yet, and began telling him that he's gonna milk the last ever neg load out of his cock and from then on, he'll be spreading Brandon's poz cum strain. Matt took a little bit of control, holding Brandon's hips and thrusting his raw cock into that hot twink ass of Brandon. Matt began to moan, telling Brandon he's getting close. Brandon began to work his ass up and down on his neg cock and Matt let out a moan and his balls twitched as he bred Brandon's poz ass. Brandon pulled off of Matt's cock and sucked it clean and then began to make out with my boyfriend. Brandon told him he has one more load for his ass. He rolled Matt onto his stomach and Brandon plowed his still rock hard cock into Matt's ass once again. Matt looked spent, spread eagle on the bed, covered in sweat, piss, poz and neg cum, and saliva. Brandon was holding nothing back as he was really pounding Matt as deep as his 7" cock can go. Matt winced in pain but moaned with every thrust. Brandon pulled Matt's hair and pulled his head up to his and began to make out again as Brandon worked his cock and other loads into Matt's ass. Brandon pulled away from Matt, shoving his face into the mattress and holding it there. Brandon proclaiming, "Fuck this is the best fuck of my life. I'm coming back for more whenever I want it. Got it slut?". Matt could barely move his head to nod yes, but he managed to. Brandon answering, "Good slut, here it comes. One more poz load for you!" and with a final few thrust and moans, Brandon unloaded his third load of the hour inside of Matt's neg, torn up hole. Brandon pulled out his cummy cock and rolled Matt over, demanding him to suck it clean. Matt, reluctantly obliged, sucking the lube, piss, and cum off of Brandon's cock. Brandon began to get dressed and gave Matt one more sloppy kiss before heading out. Matt then showed off his cum filled hole to me and began to finger himself. Matt's cock once again was rock hard. He grabbed a dildo from under the beg and began to work Brandon's loads deeper into himself while jerking off. Matt began to moan as he shot a second load all over his abs. He scooped up the cum and licked it off his fingers before giving me his sexy smile and wishing me a good night.