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Part 4: Bye Bye Thoughts of a Straight Man Daddy led me into the bathroom to give me my very first enema. After making sure I was cleaned out we went back into the bedroom and just kissed and made out for about 30 minutes. After making out Daddy had me lay on my stomach and spread my legs. He parted my ass cheeks and started eating my hole out. Fuck that felt so good. I was truly enjoying the feeling. After several minutes Daddy took out some lube and spread it on my hole. He then inserted his finger into my hole very gently. It hurt a little but Daddy was gentle and told me to relax. I did as told and soon I was being fucked for the first time by Daddy's finger. Goddamn Daddy was an expert. He was in no hurry to put his cock in my hole. He wanted my hole to be completely open and relaxed for him. After about 10 minutes of Daddy fucking me with his finger he pulled it out. I started whimpering because I felt empty. Soon Daddy applied more lube and then inserted 2 fingers in my hole. Daddy repeated the same process he did with just one finger and soon I was being fucked by Daddy's 2 fingers. With 2 fingers Daddy fucked my hole a little longer than before and my little penis hurt from throbbing. Daddy removed his fingers from my hole and I whimpered again. But I knew I didn't have to wait long. Daddy lubed my hole again and inserted 3 fingers in my hole. The pain didn't last long and Daddy was soon fucking my hole again. Again he fucked my hole longer than he had the previous times and I was moaning very loudly. No doubt Daddy was thoroughly preparing my hole for his massive cock and I was so thankful. After about 30 minutes Daddy removed his fingers and I felt the cool air reach my hole. Daddy took a quick picture of my hole and I was already gaping. Daddy laid the phone down and applied more lube to my hole. This time I felt 4 fingers and my hole was really being stretched out. Daddy just held them in my hole for several minutes and before long my hole was relaxed enough to be fucked again. Daddy had me on edge the way he was prepping my hole. He must have finger fucked my hole for nearly an hour with 4 fingers. He had my hole so loose that his hand was easily fucking me. Just before Daddy pulled his fingers out he said I needed to listen to him very carefully the next part. I said yes Daddy. He pulled his fingers out and told me to put my ass in the air with my shoulders on the bed. He then applied a lot of lube to my hole and some to his hand. He then made a fist and put it to my hole. He then said to push like I was taking a dump and when I did he pushed his fist into my hole. I screamed in pain as Daddy rubbed my back and talked me through the pain. I was hurting but not for long. Listening to Daddy helped and soon my hole relaxed. With Daddy's fist still in my hole he applied more lube and started slowly fucking me. It took a little bit longer to get used to this thickness in my hole. But Daddy was very gentle. After about 10 minutes Daddy was able to fuck me a little faster than before. Daddy kept reapplying lube to keep me loose. Each time he lubed up his hand he would remove it from my hole and then slide his fist back into my hole. After the third time I was taking his fist with ease. No pain. Just pure pleasure. I was thinking to myself that I was definitely born to be fucked because up until this moment this was the greatest pleasure I have ever received. As I was having this thought my penis suddenly erupted cum. I hadn't even touched it. Yet I didn't go soft and remained hard. Oh my God I was so going to enjoy my new life. Daddy noticed my orgasm and told me I was such a good boy. That made me feel so good. I said thank you Daddy. Daddy pulled his fist out of my hole and I thought he was going to lube up again for more of his fist. But I was wrong. He asked me one more time if I was sure I wanted him to fuck me. I said yes Daddy. Fuck me and make me yours. With that Daddy smiled and kissed me. With my hole gaping beyond recognition Daddy said get ready for the greatest pleasure you have ever had.

I've always liked older hairy guys, just just how it is, love to puff up with em and breed them. So here I am a daddy to a hot boy and loving it... How did this happen? Well a couple months ago I was driving home from work, it was winter, pissing down with rain and dark early because of it. The rain was so heavy that I was driving slowly in the medium traffic so when I got to the main intersection that leads out of the city and to my small town, to find it jammed up I wasnt surprised and just settled back for the long wait. Then inching forward I noticed standing in the pooring rain a guy absolutely drenched and shivering, I watched him for a bit and he didn't seem homeless, if anything he seemed lost. I watched an asshole pull a move that sprayed water from the road across the kid and that's when I was sure he was crying. A softie at heart I pulled up close wound down my window and said "hey kid... You OK?" He didn't know what to do so I reassured him im a nice guy who just wants to help, and after some coaxing he finally came to my window. I asked again if he was alright and he burst out crying, "my parents just found out I'm Gay and kicked me out, I dobby have any money or anywhere to go, I dont know what to do". So I opened the door and told him to get out of the rain, he did it instinctively, not thinking about how dangerous it could be, but luckily I had no plans on hurting just helping. Once inside I threw him my gym towel which couldn't have smelt that great after a week, but he gladly used it to dry off and I'm pretty sure he took awiff of two. Gary boy for sure I thought. Right then the light changed and my time to get on the freeway came, so I took it, "sorry kid I had to go out I would have caused more of a jam ". I told him he could come to my place and get warm tonight and it is help him to work out what to do in the morning. I could tell he was well brought up when he said thank you sir, and was very humble. On the way home I told him i too was Gay and had been kicked out when I was a kid and that it gets better. I hoped he would see I wasn't going to harm him and genuinely just wanted to help. He slowly opened up about how he had been seen kissing a boy age his Mormon parents had freaked out. How he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a credit card his mom had slipped him as he was leaving. So I said in the mourning keys to get ya some necessities then and we'll look for somewhere for you to stay. The boy got a little more comfortable and I told him my name was Adam Jones when he said his was Billy Turner. Then he started to ask about me, my job, did I have a boyfriend, where I lived, was it alone, and I happily answered including I was single since my husband had died 4 years ago and that I lived alone. He asked what my husband was like and I happily described my hot otter hubby and how we were the same age of 41 when he had died from cancer. The boy looked sad, but I wasn't sure it was for me or for himself, so I moved the conversation on, asking if the boy he kissed was his boyfriend. He giggled and said no, he didn't really like him but wanted to kiss a guy so bad since he was 18 and still hadn't done it. "so you're a virgin?" I asked a bit too directly and he turned red ages said yes. I reassured him some more and he was just admitting that because of his sheltered upbringing he didn't know very much about Gay sex at all, when I turned into my drive and we ran inside. Once in my my nice modern bungalow I showed him around and where the spare room and first bathroom were. Told him to give me his clothes so I could put them in the dryer while he showered and I made some dinner. To my surprise without hesitation he stripped buck naked and did just as he was told. That was the first moment I had a real good look at him, athletic little lean muscular twink otter with a hairy chest and fuzzy ass. My cock twitched, this is not my type at all I thought as he turned and headed to the bathroom. I dismissed the thought with it must have been too long since I got laid as I put his stuff in the dryer. 20 minutes later id decided not to cook and to get pizza delivered when the kid came back out wearing what was clearly a pair of my far too big shorts and a tshirt. I laughed at the cute look and said what are you doing. "I didn't think mine would be dry yet and yours seemed so comfy" "fair enough" I agreed and told him about the pizza then I grabbed two beers and we headed to the living room. I offered him one and he was surprised, he'd never had alcohol before, but after telling him to take it slow he was quick to sit on the couch seat closest to my recliner. What followed was a little awkward silence until the alcohol started to hit the kid abs he started telling me all about his fucked up family and religion, and how all he knew was when he looked at guys he got hard and and not once with girls even with his girlfriend that he convinced he wanted to wait for marriage... Until they broke up. The pizza soon arrived and once we were back in his seats the kids questions started to come out. Starting from simple things like where to meet guys and losing, it slowly got more graphic as I answered honestly. Soon I was explaining about blow jobs and anal sex, top and bottom, and then he asked what I liked. I explained I'm a top and that I like bareback sex, about how condoms made me go limp, about how i was poz undetectable and what that meant for bottom guys, and how I loved to breed guys. I told him I was usually into men my age and that it had been a while since I'd been with someone. Billy was curious to know how to tell if he was a top or a bottom and I happily explained sometimes you don't know until you do it, sometimes you sorta have to be bottom because your dick is small, and sometimes guys work it out buy playing with their own asses when they wank. The alcohol had the kid being far too honest when he admitted that his dick was only four inches and he loved to play with his ass... And that didn't just make my cock twitch... It grew a little. When he asked I proudly answered 10"uncut and thick, and that bottoms loved it. He was quick to say he'd love to see it and I laughed, saying maybe someday. Soon the conversation was back on him and what it was like to bottom for the first time. I explained how it usually hurt a lot the first time, but that if you had the guts to keep it inside until the pain passed it would start to feel good soon after. I explained how big cocks hurt more but felt better because they get your prostate. And how bareback with silicone lube felt the best because rubbers and water based lube would easily dry out and start hurting. I offered how lots of guys would drink or use other things to help them take it, like pot or meth or poppers. And although his first response was "I don't want to do drugs" he kept asking n more now details including if I ever did them and what I liked. I explained how I enjoyed a little puff with someone nice as long as I had a viagra because it would often screw up a tops hard on. And how I was careful not to do it too often but that it was a huge amount of fun when I did. And then came the big question... "do you think I'm good looking... Sir?" My cock stirred some more and I thought, fuck it, let's see if I can get this virgin ass. "yeah, you're cute as hell, not my normal type, but very hot. You wouldn't want this old guy though especially not to puff up and loose your virginity". Billy turned red. I smiled and was about to change the subject when he blurted out "yes I would, you're like my dream man". I smiled a big smile, and said "why don't you come sit on my lap here boy... And we'll talk about it some more". To be continued

Twenty years had passed since I became poz. I responded well to the meds and lived undetectable. The boyfriend wouldn't let the idea of a meds vacation drop, but it was when his boyfeind, our pozer, suggested we both stop meds for my twentieth anniversary visit that I began to take it seriously. I knew I desperately wanted a recharge from my pozer, and this would require me not having chemical protection. I really wasn't that keen on infecting anyone, but if the boyfriend wanted a recharge from me, why not?. Five months before my visit, which would now last three months I stopped my meds. By this age I wasn't having a great deal of sex and then Covid isolation hit so in effect I was celibate until I got to Mexico. The night I arrived the three of us couldn't get naked fast enough. My unsheathed cock was in the boyfriend's fuck shoot within minutes of my arrival to their home. I was so turned on that I unloaded my freshly toxic juices pretty much as soon as I pushed in. He squealed with delight, "Yeah recharge my poz ass. I love it!" Our pozer feltched out some of the load and used it to lube my tight ass. It had been a long time since I'd had anything penetrate me so the pozer's mushroom head felt huge. It took a while but eventually he popped inside and my moan was equal parts pain and pleasure. He was doing me missionary so we were lost in each other's eyes. He just kept gently repeating; "Si. Si. You want this?" I just kept nodding and mumbling "Mmm, mmm. " Soon he had me bent in half fucking me like a drill press. His big raw cock was shoving in balls deep and his full body weight crushed my knees into my shoulders. He was completely and totally in control. Part of me hated the pain, most of me delighted in letting go and giving him cart blanch to break me in two if that's what he wanted. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore he slammed in, pinned me completely, and sprayed my guts with his toxic venom. For my twentieth anniversary I was now fully recharged by my original pozer. The rest of the evening was a threeway orgy of sucking, fuckin, breeding and recharging. Eventually we stepped out for dinner and the boyfriend convinced our cute waiter that he needed my special gift. Between the main course and dessert the waiter and I met up in the restaurant washroom. He was already slipping out of his shirt when I arrived and his beautiful olive skin had me totally turned on. He slipped out of his shorts and underwear and leaned over the sink. "Are you sure you want my gift?" "Si, si, mucho, mucho!" As my raw cock danced around his very wet and sloppy hole I said; "Somebody's been here before me. " "Si, mucho, mucho " "Cuantus cargas ?" "Cinco" "Fuck you are a slut. No wonder you want the freedom of a poz ass." "Si, chasing." With that I pushed on in. I loved the feel of my cock stirring in five guys loads. I'd already cum a few times so I was able to give him a good pounding before declaring; "I'm close, you sure you want my toxic load. " "Breed my ass, si,si." "Pozing you amigo. " A woman arrived to use the bathroom just as I unloaded. We pulled on our clothes and got out of there quickly. I wasn't sure how I felt about 'gifting' someone and my experience the next day didn't help me in sorting my thoughts out. I was in a semi hidden sunny spot lying on my back catching some full body rays when an otter in his mid thirties wandered over to me. He was my perfect vision of cute and fuckin hot. Nicely tanned and hair in all the right places. Without a word he crawled in between my legs and took my limp cock into his mouth. I responded quickly and he just let it harden, grow, and snake down his throat. I instinctively held him by his dirty blonde curly hair. He didn't fight and amazed me with his stamina. Finally he did choke, I released his hair, and he pulled off my very slimy erection. Without losing a beat he sat on my cock with only his saliva for lube. He was facing me and bent over to share a passionate kiss. He began to ride me like a bucking bronco. When I went to say something he put a finger to my lips to hush me. I couldn't help but start to push up as he kept pushing down and impaling himself on my raw cock. Again I tried to speak and he covered my lips with his for another passionate snog. I knew my balls were beginning to boil and tried to communicate with my eyes that I was close. He just smiled and eagerly nodded his head. I blasted up into his guts with my orgasm and he just kept milking my poison out with his anal orgasm. He fell off me to one side, rolled on his back and said; "Thank you popps, that was so fuckin hot!" I was still catching my breath. He began to ask the usual questions you ask meeting someone new on a Mexican beach. 'Where you from?' 'How long you here for?' Etc. and we were soon casually chatting away. A good half hour past and we began to realize we were at risk of burning. We both jumped in the ocean to cool off. As I stood chest deep I watched for him to emerge. I already knew he could stay down for a long time from his excellent blowjob. Then I realized lips were sucking in my cock and once again it was quickly responding. When he finally came up he did so in front of me, turned his back to me and backed onto my now erect member. I hugged him back onto me. " "Popps you've got such a great cock. I love it in me raw." "Mmmmm, feelings mutual kid." "Little late to ask; but, what's your status?" "Please tell me you're on PreP kid?" "Naw, meant to do that before this holiday but I got busy ... and .... awe.... why would you want to assume I'm taking PreP?" "Fuck kid, you know it's a little late to ask, my raw cock and load are already in yah!" "You're poz? You don't look poz? Why the fuck did you come in my ass?" I noticed he was not moving to get my poisonous tool out of him. "You hushed me when I tried to warn you. Then you nodded your head, you knew I was going to blow. I thought okay, kid must be on Prep. " "Fuck yeah man, but I didn't know you were poz... Umm... oh yeah, I get it, I don't have to worry. U=U right? You can't infect me. Right?" "Wrong. I went off my meds five months ago, my viral load is huge. That soup in your ass is way toxic. " "Fuck no. How could you do this to me?" "I think you might have done it to yourself. You're not in a hurry to get off my sting machine right now." "Fuck popps it feels so good in there, I need you in me skin to skin. In fact now I know you're toxic I can't believe how turned on I am. I wanna feel your toxic load claim my ass. " So I fucked another load into him. As we left the beach we talked about the after treatment he could get and the timing for it. He thanked me and said he'd go tomorrow. That very night he was at the beach orgy. In fact he was the bareback bottom that was attracting all the attention, all the cocks and a great deal and mixture of cum. I moved up beside him and said, "What the hell?" "I may as well go fully loaded if I'm going to the clinic tomorrow. "

I got an anon confession to make. Forgive me bareback brothers for I have sinned. Earlier today, I walked in and fucked an anon bottom in a seedy motel...and faked my cumshot so I could leave and breed someone else 10 feet away. Yes, I'm not proud of it but there it is. Penance? He had messaged me the night before on Squirt with some stats and pics I have no resistance towards, i.e. what seemed to be, a straight dl masc musc hairy chested married guy with a beefy butt and thick thighs taking loads anon. This hits all of my weak points and it's just a free pass to by Squirt buddies list of grindr favorites. However, walking into the dimly lit (not dark as it should be :/) motel room, I was a little pissed because he clearly faked his pics and stats - even in the dim light, from his side profile, he looked nowhere like the image I had built up in my head. I have an overactive imagination and I was visualizing from his pics a 40s brown haired married dad that works a construction job, has football buds on the weekend to drink beer with and maybe coaches a hockey team or something, or y'know, whatever community type social thing closeted suburban straight dads do with their free time (in public anyway) in pleasantville. Importantly, the light vellous hair across his butt cheeks that I was looking forward to rubbing my face against while eating him out was SHAVED - my disappointment was visceral. Despite that, I considered that 1) it's not the first time I've been tricked, 2) it'd taken me 40 min to drive into the city after all and gas is fucking expensive. 3) I was horny, Prepped up and rdy to deposit some sperm in whatever willing man hole I could find in the middle of a work day 4) tbh, in an anon scenario under the righT conditions, I'll basically even fuck a small woodland creature (just hyperbole, not promoting beast stuff). So whatever, this fake fucker can have my load if he wants but it was def gonna be a rough selfish fuck with some good ol humiliation verbal mixed in, to sate my mean streak. This all passed through my mind in milliseconds as I walked in and looked around the dimly lit room but my attention was far more directed on the tall white 30s ginger hot nerd business casual guy that seemed to be the breeder scheduled before me. He was zipping up his dress pants and he was clearly packin, like third leg kinda packin. We made eye contact and I gave him the 'I want to fuck your brains out' stare. He grinned, groped my cock (unfortunately soft atm) and groaned, but to my disappointment said that he had to run. Oh well. C'est dommage. I was still by the door, my boots still on checking out ginger dude's snug butt in his dress pants as he was leaving and I barely even registered the anon faker btm unzipping my jeans and flipping out my cock to suck it. 'Is this even anon anymore?' I wondered, 'so much for ass up face down and no fucking face contact.' This wasn't married Pleasantville coach dad, this was a tired strung out whore who partied too much, lost a ton of muscle mass and neglected to look after his body. This is why traditional anon is superior - because reality is often a turn off. 'Get on the bed whore. Did that guy just shoot a load inside you?' I grunted. I honestly hate talking during anon sex or any sort of direct interaction - spoils the vibe for me and sometimes some guys' voices turn me off, especially if they sound female. I mean, I'm fine with fucking naturally fem acting and sounding guys but some guys proactively push toward an extreme feminine aesthetic and I find hearing an unnaturally high pitched valley girl accent when I'm ready for man sex a bit off putting (probably gonna get alot of backlash for saying that). 'Yes sir,' he replied as he got onto the bed and positioned himself face down ass up 'it was a big load too.' 'Mmmmmmm, score. Time for my consolation prize.' I thought as I started eating out his hole and tasting ginger business casual guy's fresh warm cum. Fucking love being piggy like this, especially when I can remember the guy's features and imagine connecting him with the cum load I was licking out greedily, which was kinda like slightly salty aloe vera with an ass smell. I noticed that the hole, aside from being sloppy, was noticeably loose and some rosebudding happening but didn't think anything of it. Done with felching out whatever cum I could, I slapped his butt, got up and pushed his shoulders down, moved up closer and with one knee bent, aimed my cock head straight into his hole. I immediately noticed it. His hole was so loose there was virtually no resistance going in. It also felt wet and just voluminous. I didn't like it. I thought to myself irritatedly, 'this motherfucker not only fakes me out, he's not even gonna clench'. I thought anon cumdumps acquire the skill automatically at an early level without having to grind too much experience but I guess some missed it. His hole was so loose I couldn't cum. Took a hit of poppers but the bloodrush didn't amount to much with the stimulation of my cock being just clearly inadequate. To be fair, it might not be faker anon btm's fault; perhaps he had an injury or something; or ginger business casual dude irreversibly stretched out his ass muscles like the waistband of old boxer briefs where they just hang off and have lost any elastic hugging ability. I will admit, I could have forced a breeding if I really wanted to by jerking off with my hand then popping back inside, but I think, as guys who top grow older, at least for me, you can't help but be a bit more selfish and selective about your first breeding of the day, especially if you save up a bit, because subsequent cumshots just don't feel as good and compared to the primal rut of the first nut, you're just not into it as much. I also could have just said that I'm not feeling it and left but maybe it was the way things progressed non-anon style but I now felt a social expectation to deliver, and resolve things so to speak, much to my chagrin. I feel like I broke the bbbh rules or something but I might as well have been fucking warm dilute pudding with my dick; I could almost hear my dick frantically crying out for a tighter grip or there will be mutiny, the flaccid kind. Honestly, at that point, I was in asshole mode and hatefucking the bottom roughly hoping to trigger some sort of sphincter closing, but no luck, just pudding. I thought to myself 'Fuck this' then went on Grindr while fucking him and noticed a tap by a guy 30 feet away, maybe a motel employee or another guest. Blond, hairy, otter in his 30s, Viking-like but more lanky, and had an easy going, casual stoner vibe. Fuck yeah, I wanted to be inside his hole, instead of this glutinous pudding, and I wanted my swimmers inside him trying their hardest to impregnate his Viking-like anal cavity. While fucking, unbeknownst to the unresponsive bottom, I texted: Me: Hey. Want a load? <sent face pic> Him: You're hot man! Yah, but no time. Just on my lunch break. Me: Make some time. I'm in the parking lot of ***. Meet me by my car *** in 5min Him: Got a nice cock? Me: 6.5uc <2 cock pics sent> Him: Fuck nice. Ok, I can only blow you though, not rdy for anal. Meet me in the backseat of your car and I'll blow you there. Me: All good. 5 min. 'Alright, time to finish up here.' I thought as I looked down at the btm with all the resentment that had been building up from him faking his stats/pics, fucking up the anon scenario and not clenching. To be honest, I'm really not this kind of guy 99% of the time - not into inflicting pain or being hurtful or being so extremely dom to the point of degrading my partner's self worth. But, I was in a mood today, that's for sure, (like how you might see guys in the marines 'flip the switch' and go all hardcore and intense) and for whatever reason, I vented my anger with the full intention of going full steam ahead with this asshole dom top persona I found myself channeling. I took a quick vid of me hate fucking the btm to send to my friend despite the bad lighting (wish Android had night vision so I could capture my anon fucks in the dark), just as another thing I felt to be in-keeping with the momentum of my disdain. I then grunted, 'gonna cum' then pretended to shoot five heavy cum shots with Oscar-level acting skills, or whatever the porn version is, accentuated by five heavy thrusts into him as he moaned and tried to pull my hips in deeper. I sighed, pulled out, quickly started putting on my clothes eager to be done with this charade, responded politely with a thank you then headed out, my cum still deep in my balls. When lanky Viking-like dude arrived, I wasn't waiting in the backseat of my car to his surprise. I was leaning against it watching him because I know I look more imposing when standing with my pecs and shoulders poppin - you see, I needed the bonus points to my charisma stats because I had no intention of getting just a blowjob, of course, I planned on breeding his hole. Plus, I was still in asshole mode and my subconscious was already planning out a forceful entry scene as a last resort (just wordplay, I don't condone rape). I nodded toward a small alleyway crevice towards the back of the motel that was kinda secluded. I had pissed earlier in a corner of this crevice while waiting for compact Viking-like dude to show up and thought to myself, yes, this sketchy crevice suits my sketchy mood. Coincidentally it was right beside the back window of the room I just left - curtains were drawn though, understandably. I could see the hesitation and uncertainty in his face, but lust won over and he nodded. Got him! I leaned against the alleyway wall and pulled out my cock. I made sure it was hard and the head was purple and swollen before he came. You see, I think a hard cock has a hypnotic effect. If this little blonde fish wasn't fully reeled in, sight of a hard cock is the net to snag him. Sure enough, I watch his eyes travel down, not a second before he's on his knees an away he goes; I watch as he worships my cock, licking and slobbering over it, and I wonder if he can taste anon bottom's ass juice or any of ginger business casual's leftover cum. I leaned my head back against the alley wall, eyes closed as I took a moment to savor the moment, the adrenaline rush of being possibly watched by motel guests from their rooms, of being possibly caught by motel workers or random people passersby if they looked toward the crevice at a certain angle. I took a deep breath smelling the acrid stench of my hot piss in the corner of the crevice, my own personal bit of aesthetic to this grubby little crevice, and enjoying the feeling of his warm lips bobbing up and down my shaft. I luxuriated in that decadent feeling of depravity as it washed over me and let it inspire a primal sort of lust from the dirty, stinking sketchiness of this alleyway crevice. It made me want to rut, like animals in heat, like alleyway dogs that unhesitatingly give into instinct to mate on the filthy ground. Dirty, sordid, disgusting, debased and fucking glorious. I pulled up lanky Viking dude, kissed him deeply savoring the swap of our spit, removed our shirts, then moved behind him and pressed him firmly face first toward the alley wall. He was looking nervous as he sensed me move toward a kneeling squat to eat his hole out. 'Stop, no, it's dirty' he said nervously while clenching his ass cheeks. 'Just relax,' I replied in a soothing tone, such as one might use to soothe a skittish horse, 'it's ok, just trust me. It doesn't bother me. I want to eat your hole out. Just relax and let me in. It'll be fine.' And he did. He released and I went straight in with my tongue as turgid and as pointed as I could make it. I don't think he expected the sudden intrusion but I was persistent and pigged out on that hole. I fucking love the smell of man sweat and ass. It's so raw and intimate. Breathing deep, I could smell the healthy masculine sweat of a honest hardworking man along with a ripe musky aroma that is just a completely raw and honest manifestation of his maleness, and also, along with this aroma is the knowledge that it is a deeply personal zone of his that is kept private usually but is now the target of your exploration and ravaging in the most carnal sense. Then I stealthily and quick stuck my index finger deep inside him and he panicked. Although I hate fingering, I think inserting a finger is probably the most psychologically effective strategy for swaying a butt-fuck hesitant bottom. I think implicitly, it sends a message that you've just intruded into his territory, it's done and penetration has happened in this small degree, so from now on, because there's this precedent of invasion, it's easier to tease toward butt fucking because the groundwork has already been laid. Of course, for cock hungry sub bottoms, like I suspected lanky Viking dude to be, this just speeds things up, basically prompting a thought like 'Oh fuck, well, we've reached this far. Might as well conveniently forget my reservations on mess and just go with the flow. I really do want his cock inside me after all.' I kept my finger in and gently but forcefully stopped him from moving by pressing his back against the wall. I held position until he relaxed and then I leaned in and pulled his face to me and kissed him deeply with my finger immobile but still deep inside. As I felt him melt into me, I removed my finger and replaced it with my cock head wedged right at his opening. I believe in open and straightforward communication so I told him matter of factly in a whisper 'I want to breed you. I don't care if there's a mess and I've got paper towels in the car if you need to cleanup before going back to work.' He didn't reply but I could feel him pushing back onto my cock. I understood that to be a green light, pushed into him and gave into the asshole dom top mood that had been waiting on the sidelines. Oh god, his ass felt amazing, warm and tight and dare I say, almost virginal, though he probably had to be a far cry from that for him to find himself slutting it up like an animal in a disgusting alleyway being bred by a stranger in the most disgusting and demeaning way. It wasn't my proudest top moment tbh, I fucked him selfishly, quickly and urgently. It was painful for him, I didn't use lube and I don't think my rimming lubricated him enough. Still, I was an asshole and persisted with fucking, soft whimpers and groans falling on ears deaf with lust. The standing angle was awkward to fuck his hole so I grabbed his hair, pushed his head down and bent him over forcefully to get my thrusts in deeply. At some point I realized that my pounding was pushing us both out of hiding from the corner. Perhaps I went too far with this, but caught up in the moment and my liking for risk, I pushed him out into full view of the parking lot, naked, head held bent over with me fucking him bare. There were people in sight, none aware of what we were doing, yet. He was still bent over face down and I don't think he realized that he was in public view and that he'd been roped into my perverted exhibitionist fantasy. There was a low metal railing nearby that I inched us towards and bent him over. This was a good position, he felt tight and I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I gave him a heads up that I was gonna cum soon and, in a moment of twisted inspiration, I grabbed his hair and yanked his face up so he could see that he was in full view of the open parking lot. When I yanked him up, I felt him tense up, perhaps in fright at this public indecency. His tensening of his body also tightened the grip on my cock and it pushed me over the edge. I growled 'I'm cumming. Oh fuck oh fuck.' and started shooting my load into him. It felt so good holding him tight as I spasmed and couldn't help but think to myself 'Holy shit. Fucking worth it'. I could feel the warmth of his body, his breathing and could hear him mutter softly 'oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck' repeatedly. Looking down, I realized that he had shot his load from tugging his cock at some point, leaving thick splatters of white cum spread against the pavement and railing, tantalizing gobs that I would have been tempted to lick up before cumming but now restrained by reservations of germs, hygiene and a gradual mental reboot of socially accepted behavior. For a few intimate seconds, I held him tight, his back pressed into my chest, skin against skin, without letting him budge, my cock still impaling him and his cock still completely exposed to the parking lot and street. I'm sure he could feel my heart beat rapidly (yes, my cardio is absolute shit) against his back from that workout as I savored the post coitus sense of relief, which quickly turned into alarm, as a passing Ford F150 blared its horns repeatedly, honking loud attention catching blasts, presumably at us, in a rhythm that seemed taunting and high spirited. With its windows down, I could see three college looking kids laughing and whooping, as I pulled my cock out, released my grip and we beelined it back to the alleyway crevice while we both pulled our jeans and underwear up to quickly cover our cocks. Lanky viking dude didn't stop running. I watched as he booked it around the entire back alleyway before emerging on the far side of the parking lot, clothes back on and walking quickly. As I quickly got into my car and started it up, I had a thought of 'oh shit, what the fuck did I just do', you could have been arrested or fined for public indecency/exposure, you're lucky no one called the cops. Exiting the parking lot, I nodded to him in passing but was ignored. He's blocked me on grindr since. I do regret it, and I'm probably a monster to him, but I can't help but be turned on by the memory flashes of rawdogging his tight dirty hole and breeding him in the middle of the day while exposed in a parking lot, a situation that snowballed from my irritation at an anon btm who doesn't clench and who I pretended to cum inside.

Chapter 5 He discovered many different feelings, both physical and emotional. He had one last new feeling to discover tonight. He had the Pig put a towel on the foot stool. He then instructed him to kneel on it and then put his hands on the floor. In this position his ass was at the perfect height and being head down like that gravity would pull any liquids into his bowels. Plus, it would enable his cock to get deeper and hopefully hit new spots to torment the Pig’s insides. He got behind the Pig and stared penetrating his very vulnerable ass. The Pig said “ This feels weird “. The Top said “ Yes, but I think I am hitting different areas in your hot little cunt “. This was the first time he referred the Pig’s ass as a cunt. He slipped and didn’t know how he would take to it. The Pig replied with “ Yes. Fucking knock my cunt up “. He was really into the act now. The Top started Pushing deep, hearing the whimpers and grunts of the Pig. This just spurred him on more. He felt on the brink and asked the Pig “ You want my baby makers in your cunt Pig ?” The Pig said “ Yes. Rip up my cunt. Impregnate me “. With that he pushed as deep as he could get. He knew at this position the Pig was feeling him bang against his second ring. The Pig was grunting loud saying “ I can feel you pulsing in me. Fill me up, every last drop “. When he was done cuming he stayed in the Pig’s ass and told him to stay still. The Pig was in heat and needed to get his nut but in this position he couldn’t get to his cock without falling. Suddenly he felt a warm flood filling him up. His bowels seemed to be getting filled with something warm. It was then that he figured his Top friend was pissing in him and at this angle with his ass elevated t was going deep, very deep. He was excited at first then concerned that it was beginning to feel uncomfortable. The Top said “ Another new thing for you tonight. Couple loads of cum in your ass and now piss”. The Top started pulling out and aid “ Don’t spill a drop Pig “. He knew that at that angle the Mix would be pulled deeper than normal. He hadn’t told the Pig that earlier this morning and right before he arrived he was hitting the glass pipe. He was sure that there would be some Meth in the piss an the Pig would feel it sooner than later. The Top grabbed a butt plug and worked it into the Pig’s ass. All the Pig said is that it felt like it was pushing the mix deeper. The Top told him to keep it in longer. To help him he stared rubbing the Pig’s butt cheeks and then he reached around and massaged the Pig’s belly. He wanted to give the chem piss a good chance to be absorbed. He figured after 15 minutes enough would be absorbed to really get him on his first Meth trip. This was part of his plan to make sure the Pig would be hooked on anal play and crave more. The Top reached between the Pig’s legs and stared slowly milking the Pig’s semi hard 6” cock. The Pig stared saying how great that felt but that the pressure in his guts was getting stronger. The Top said “Concentrate on the Feeling on your cock. How sensitive it is “. The top grabbed the poppers and put them to the Nose of the Pig and instructed him to inhale deeply and hold it. After a few hits the pig said he was getting dizzy. The Top wasn’t sure if it was from being upside down, the Poppers or the ‘ magic ‘ piss that by now had to be being absorbed. The Top wasn’t sure if he could get the Pig off. His cock was softer and he knew that the Chem piss was starting to work in the Pig. He started milking the Pig’s cock like a cow’s udder. The Pig said his cock has never felt so sensitive. To help the Pig get off the Top reached up and stared manipulating the plug in the Pig’s ass. That seemed to help because the Pig started rocking his hips to fuck the plug in his ass. It was at this time the Top wished he had brought a bigger plug. He wondered how much more the Pig could take in his cunt. He saw precum start dripping out of the Pig’s cock. He knew the plug in the Pig’s ass was hitting his prostate and that when he bent the plug. It had been over 20 minutes since the Top pissed in the Pig’s ass. He knew the chem piss would be working it’s magic by now. Everything he felt so far will drive him to crave anything up his ass by anyone. It will eventually drive him into some of the most depraved actions that can be had by a true Bottom pig fagot. He had no idea how far or where these cravings would take him, he just knew he needed more. He was now truly addicted to anal play and soon submission.

4. Member of the Team I woke up naked covered in mud with a mouth that tasted like a sick raccoon had thrown up in it. My head felt kicked in by a moose. After the automated sprinklers went on way before dawn, I had been feverishly hot but the wetness and cold made me stir. I had no idea where I was. It was still dark. I heard hissing like snakes around me, then water gushed periodically over my skin. It took a couple of good drenches to motivate me get moving. It was a struggle, I got to tell you, just to get on my hands and knees. One palm on the ground, rest; one bent knee, rest; another palm on the ground—rising up was obviously going to take a while. By the time I got on all fours, I had pieced together enough flashes of the previous evening to realize there was a narrative, if I followed it, which led to me struggling to crawl out of the bushes, being soaked by a cold spray, and caked in mud. I had been fucked for the first time in my life. That part was now clear. I remembered it was by my hot roommate, who I subsequently fisted and jerked off in his ass. This was also a premiere event. I was in back of the library, but looking around, saw no sign of said hot roommate, good ol' fist and cock taker, Drake Chadwick. Pulling on clothes over a muddy body has got to be one of the most uncomfortable feelings in the world, but I’m not about to cross campus naked, so I suck it up and get back to the dorm uncomfortably but uneventfully. A Goth girl has done an all-nighter at the reception desk, and she wants to look at me as much as I want to be looked at. I slip up to my room, find it’s empty, and bring a towel to the group showers. I spend ten minutes just letting the warm spray wash over my head. When I get back to the room it’s still dark outside, and I lay on my bed, I swear, for two seconds, and instantly my alarm screams at me with the blinding sun shining through the open window. Still no beefcake Drake. Somehow I make it to the pool by seven a.m. For everyone but me this is first practice for the water polo team. Since I missed the tryouts, this is, by default, my tryout. I gotta admit to you, swimming’s my thing. I don’t know water polo from horsey polo. But it’s in a swimming pool, so how hard can it be. I’m wearing the Levi cutoffs from home, which is the only swimsuit I own. I stand out from the rest of the team like some Okie cousin. Everyone's in identical red speedos, and everyone’s trying to avoid eye contact, which makes me even more self-conscious. Of course it’s Reznor, with his scruffy chin beard, who’s the first one to shout out to me in his Foghorn Leghorn drawl, “Nice shorts, Daisy Mae,” which makes several of his blond boys snicker. The best I can do with my cobweb-for-a-brain is to flip him the bird. Great come back, yeah, I know. There’s an earsplitting whistle bouncing off all the white tiles. Coach Brandon descends stairs from his office on the floor above like a Greek god coming to earth from Mouth Olympus. He’s wearing white shorts, white sneakers and a clingy red tank top, which only accentuates his bronze body reflected in the glassy pool. I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks this way. Drake, in his red speedo, follows closely down the stairs. His cheeks are even more flushed than yesterday when I first met him jacking off in our dorm room. I recognize most everyone around the pool, but there are six older guys hanging out together. I figure they’re the ones that live in one of the townhouses. They’re older—only guys that are juniors and seniors get to live in the townhouses. I’ll leave out the commentary, but they’re six of the hottest bodies I’ve ever seen. All perfect V-shapes, six foot and up range, with lat spans like eagle's wings; a half dozen perfect specimens of the male form in every skin tone the good Creator blessed us with. “Break into groups of four,” coach says. “Townhouse, split three and three. Hannigan and Fernandez, you’ll relay first and again fourth. Freestyle up and back, and make sure your team touches the wall.” The townhouse guys form two groups in lane one and two. Paxton the stutterer, wee Tommy (who looks like he's been up all night and has a happy smile plastered on his face), Rafiki and I line up in lane three. Dick-face Reznor, Steve Reynold (who also looks a little out of it, but, man, what a Gluteus to the Maximus the boy has), the towering van den Haus, and beefcake Drake form a line in lane four. I glance over at my roommate, but he’s busy studying Haus’ acned back. Still won't make eye contact. Whatever. Coach gives out a shrill whistle again and Hannigan, Fernandez, Paxton, and Reznor dive in and crawl like madmen up the twenty-five yards to the end, submerge, twist and propel themselves off the far wall. They’re coming back, my boy Paxton’s ahead, with the two older guys in lanes one and two in hot pursuit, with Raznor’s bringing up the rear. Dip-shit is as slow as he is obnoxious. Paxton taps the wall and little Tommy does a giant leap over him and is in the lead for most of the first half, but two of the older boys from the townhouse catch up to him on the turnaround, and iron butt Steve Reynolds makes a huge effort and passes Tommy right before they touch the wall. The two swimmers from the townhouse were initially breaking away, but Raf’s large hands are making up some of the difference and shrinking their leads. House, by far the biggest guy on the team, is surprisingly fast. His shoulders roll powerfully; his traps bulge, flexing amazingly with each stroke. Both House and Raf tie with the older guys in the flip turn, and all four are neck-and-neck coming up to the wall. Hannigan and Fernandez are still catching their wind from their first effort, while Drake and I get ready for our teammates to tap the wall. They simultaneously tap, and the four of us dive roughly at the same time. I’m swimming like crazy, making a big splashy mess, and I see Drake is about even with me on my right. I give it my all and am gaining ahead of Drake but not the older guys. Then on the flip turn (which you have to realize this is another of my firsts in the past eight hours), I kick against the wall as hard as I can and feel, I know it’s nuts, a little of Drake cum squirt out my non-virgin butthole. My head’s pivoting both ways to see if I’m ahead of Drake and the townhouse boys—and I’m in the lead! My lungs burn, but my adrenaline is propelling me like a torpedo, and I see the pool’s wall in sight. As I make the tap, coach blows the whistle and I realize our team wins. Yay me! Yay lane three! But before I can celebrate with my fellow lane-mates, coach says, “Okay, again.” By the fourth time we’ve gone through these relays, most of the underclassmen, including me, are ready for the showers. Our lane has won three of the four trials and I’d like to end feeling good about my first day at practice, to be told how good I did and, yes, I’m on the team, but coach says to split into two-man groups. I look over at Drake and he finds his toes are more interesting than meeting my eye. Raf slaps my shoulder and he and I line up in lane six. (Now, if you’ve been doing the math, you’d know there are fourteen of us—for those on their phones in the back of the class: eight underclassmen, six upperclassmen—and yes, this will be on the final.) We break up in our pairs and take up seven of the eight lanes. Raf gets in front of me, and we go through backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly, and then freestyle. I’m exhausted but Raf and I do a decent job, taking at least second or third and one time first in all four of the events. Pube-face Raznor swallows a bunch of pool water on his last crawl and hurls some of it back into the pool filter. “C-c-classy,” says Kenworth Paxton, his cheek scars folding into his smile. Coach’s whistle shrieks a final time. He makes a final note on his clipboard, and fans the clipboard toward the showers. I follow Raf into the locker room and he introduces me to the townhouse guys. Their six names I immediately forget mostly because I’m trying not to stare—there’s a lot of flesh packed into those speedos. It strikes me how the townhouse guy’s packages are fully stuffed while all the underclassmen I met at dinner last night (except Raf, our dorm’s Resident Assistant, who I remember is a junior) seem to have crotches as flat as Ken dolls. Now that I’m looking at them, more like Barbies. Hannigan and Fernandez—their names I do recall—flank me as we walk through the rows of lockers. Hannigan tells me they’re co-captains and boyfriends. I’m sure their names will now stick. “You’re fast,” Hannigan says, “but you can’t keep twisting your head back and forth like you do.” “Control that,” Fernandez adds, encouragingly, “you’ll get more speed. But you looked good out there.” He smacks my wet Levis, and I know I’m grinning like a goon. They strip off their suit and Hannigan's got a massive Irish sausage surrounded by fiery red pubes, and Fernandez slides off his speedo and sports, not just a beautiful, meaty burrito, but the thickest black bush I’ve ever seen. It’s amazingly how he’s cropped it right to the edge of his speedo. The four other townhouse guys pass by clapping my shoulders and one smacks my butt—this hottie with a G.I. Joe jaw—welcoming me on board. At their lockers they all reveal an assortment of fat cocks, long cocks, cut and uncut. You gotta remember, at the lake back home, all I ever seen are old guys’ fifty- and sixty-year-old wieners, so taking in these young studs, it’s all I can do to not pop a boner in my fraying cutoffs—but then I freeze. What stops me mid-unbuttoning is seeing all the underclassmen, all those guys at last night’s dinner—stuttering Paxton, little Tommy, giant House, dick-face Raznor, bowling ball butt Steve Reynolds, even beefcake Drake—slowly peel off their swim suits, and every single one of them displays a shriveled cock compressed tightly inside a metal chastity cage. Just as I’m pulling down my Levis, the coach appears and says, “Dupree, my office.” Just a second ago there was a solemn droopiness hanging over the underclassmen. Suddenly, with those three words from the coach, the whole damn team turns into hooting and hollering idiots. I feel my cheeks burn without knowing why. Drake is barking and howling the loudest of all, the first time he’s looked at me all morning. He’s got a vengeful look in his eye that I totally don’t get. “Dupree. Now,” goes the coach. The two additional words makes the locker room explode into a bench-stomping, locker-banging, towel-snapping madhouse. I ascend away from the racket, looking back at the team with growing unease. *** Apparently Coach Brandon shares his office with Coach Rocco. Anyway, that’s what the name plate on the desk kitty-corner to the coach’s desk reads. The guy’s sitting there, hairy legs up on his desk reading a magazine. He glances up when Coach Brandon and I come in. There’s all these photos of the soccer team in action on the wall behind him. Extra points if you guessed he’s the soccer coach. The guy’s more compact than Brandon, handsome in a smarmy, Mafioso kind of way. The legs of his blue gym shorts are loose and it’s very apparent, to me anyway, the guy’s forgotten to wear anything under them—yep, there’s his big Mafioso pecker—which is A-Okay with me. His dark eyes see what I’m looking at. The black brows scowl in disapproval but he also makes no adjustment to cover his wang—again, fine by me. His jet black hair is slicked straight back, and he’s got a heavy five-o’clock shadow even though it’s barely nine. I say hey. He says nothing. Nice guy. Remind me not to sign up for the soccer team. “How’d he do?” Coach Rocco goes. Seems like a real asshole if you want to know the truth. I’m mean, I’m right in the room for Christ sakes. Who does that? Coach perches on the edge of his desk, and motions for me to take the metal chair by the door. I guess I’m gonna be here for a while. I’m still wet and the chair’s cold, but I’m not going to wuss out, so I just sit and look around the room. Next to my chair is an examination table with back rest bent at a forty-five degree angle. Probably in case of sport injuries, I reckon. Behind the coach in his corner there’s a fish tank humming away; Rocco’s corner has a lit up terrarium. A brilliant red fish swims around the aquarium, and in the rocks at the bottom, peaking out, looks like there’s an eel. Rocco’s terrarium has some kind of frog sitting in a pan of water and a large striped snake draped over some fake tree branches. Couple of animal lovers, I’m thinking. “He did okay. He’s gonna need training, though,” coach says to Rocco. I just love being talked about in third person. I feel it’s my duty to give a short lecture on gender binary assumptions, but Rocco’s eyebrows tell me that this isn’t the audience for it. “A lot of training,” coach goes on to Rocco. “But the talent’s there. Wing man, I’m thinking, to start. We’ll see how he does. Might be a good hole, who knows.” Rocco hisses a laugh. Should I be aware of a double entendre in sport-speak? I’m sure I’m just being paranoid because Rocco’s eyes grow bored and they travel back to the Sports Illustrated he’s holding. “You’ll need a lot more discipline, too, son, but we’ll cover that soon enough.” Coach takes an uncomfortably long beat checking me out before he moves to his aquarium. He picks up a can of fish pellets from his desk and knocks some flakes into the water. The red fish jumps on them. “You’re a water mammal, comfortable in the water. Grew up beaver or otter country, all those Vermont rivers and ponds, eh?” “Yep.” Don’t know where he’s going with this but I’m inclined to believe he’s saying I made the team. Just have to make it through some team philosophical tenets, is my guess. “Yeah, I definitely see that in you.” Coach goes to a cabinet, unlocks it, and takes out a glass jar of what look like creepy, squirmy pink worms. He uncaps the lid, draws out a worm and drops it in the tank. The eel shoots straight by the startled fish, and gobbles the worm furiously in a couple of chomps. Ick. “But first I need you to decide something. You can stay with your warm-blooded mammal roots—and that’s perfectly okay if you do. Dolphins are warm blooded mammals after all. Very team oriented, and smart as heck. But the team can always use a cold-blooded shark. No need to decide here and now. Just think about it. Either way, though, first step is to make you a sea creature. We need to lose all this mammal hair. I’m sure you saw no one on the team has a follicle on their body. Up here,” he points to the sparse hair coating my chest, then lower. “And down there. You okay with that?” “You want I should shave it?” “I’m sure you’ve noticed all the swimmers at the Olympics are all smooth.” “His armpits too,” Rocco pipes up behind his magazine. “Armpits, too,” agrees Brandon. “Yeah,” I say. “I can do it tonight.” “No. We do it now. If that’s all right with you. Waxing is much better than a razor.” He tosses me a red speedo. “Slip those on. You’re a creature of the sea from now on. Got it?” “Creature of the sea. Got it, coach.” It’s probably a stupid question, but sometimes I’m slow to catch on to things. “So does that mean I’m on the team?” I like to clarify. Sometimes more than once. “Almost. Couple of indoctrinations that we can take care of right here, right now, and then you’ll be fully pledged.” Should I be nervous that he’s slipping on a blue latex glove? Maybe it’s for reasons of hygiene I tell myself. “You make it sound like I’m joining a fraternity, coach.” Rocco looks up as I slip off my cutoffs and pull up the team’s red speedo. I make sure I pull on my member to plump it up, for Rocco’s benefit, before tucking it in place. “I’d call it more like a brotherhood, son.” Coach Brandon lights a white candle and rotates it around watching the wax melts. “Same tradition that the soccer team has, right Coach Rocco?” “Same traditions, Coach Brandon.” “Now, up on the table on your back, Dupree.” I climb on the cold metal table and lie back. Rocco looks up, grabs his water bottle and watches what the coach and I are up to. Coach swirls the melting wax around and sets the candle on the exam table. Then he does the craziest thing: he sticks his hand into the terrarium and pulls out the frog—or toad—or whatever. I’m not a biology major. “So, this is Benjie, the team’s mascot. He’s a transfer toad from Arizona’s Sonoran Desert. This is Kyle Dupree, Benjie.” Coach holds the thing in his palm and—hand to God—the toad croaks in my face like he’s saying hello. “Tradition is all new players give Benjie a lick for good luck, isn’t that right Coach Rocco?” “It’s tradition, Coach Brandon,” he says behind his magazine. “Not one athlete’s ever decline.” “Yeah,” I say, climbing off the table, “well you just found your first one declining.” Coach Brandon puts a hand on my chest and goddamn if he doesn’t flick his tongue over the toad’s back. “See. Tastes like chicken,” he laughs. Rocco comes up in back of Brandon, puts a hand on coach’s shoulder, and also darts his tongue across the mascot. “Mm-mm. Tasty toady,” he jokes, displaying all his pearly teeth. “Every one of my boys have done it, same as all of Coach Brandon’s. C’mon, Dupree. You a pussy?” One thing about me is don’t dare me something. So I frown, then, ready to be disgusted, stick out my tongue. Coach Brandon flips Benjie over and smashes the toad’s back across my tongue while squeezing it. All its little warts pop juice into my mouth. It’s disgusting, worse that I imagined—so goddamn nasty! Like licking a chalkboard eraser that’s soaked in a urinal. A rancid, gritty slime coats my mouth. Rocco hands me his water bottle and I swig back a ton, which only washes the nauseating pustules into my stomach. The gross taste fills my stomach, and after about half a minute a feeling builds like I’m going to puke. Coach’s putting Benjie back in his terrarium, while Coach Rocco reads my face and quickly grabs the waste basket. Just in time he puts it under my chin and I hurl last night’s burgers and curly fries. I’m feel waves of nausea roiling inside my guts. I don’t thinking I’m done puking. I hope the coaches are prepared because I’m not a quiet puker. I’m dizzy and reach out a hand to Coach Rocco to steady myself. My second round ralphing is twice as violent and three times as loud as the first. I think I even hear some sympathetic groans from the team downstairs. Coach Rocco rubs my back. “It’ll pass, buddy,” he says. “Just hang in there.” When I look at him again, there’s something in his dark brown eyes that looks incredibly sympathetic. I don’t think I saw that before. When I retch a third time, a little less violently this time, into his metal trashcan, afterward I see a goddamn aura of goodness shimmering around him. My hero with a bronze bucket of puke! And when I look at Coach Brandon I see the same care and concern and—for Christ sakes!—honest to God, I see actual loving hearts pouring out the coach’s eyes, like little heart icons floating up the screen on an app. This vision feels so intense. Everywhere I look is the most wonderful sight. The whole office is the most loving, the most fantastic office in the world. If heaven was an office, this would be God’s office. I can’t get these thoughts out of my head: Jesus would be the receptionist outside; they’re would be a typing pool of angels in row after row. The pencils on the desk are the most perfect pencils God’s ever created. I gasp! That red fish is the most awesome red fish in the entire world, and I’m the one looking right at it and it’s looking back at me. It’s the red fish of perfection! “Lie back, son. Just enjoy what you’re feeling. And, while you’re enjoying it,” Coach Brandon says, running a hand up and down my body—God it feel good, “let’s relieve you of this animal hair. Set free the beautiful sea creature inside you.” Is he really saying corny stuff like this? Does it matter? All that matters is his hand running over my body. As I lie back feeling I feel all the love of the universe, all at the same time, in every inch of me. I watch the coach aim his beautiful white candle over my abdomen and lets the liquid flow out. It stings as it hits the skin above my bellybutton, and he smears it around with a flat wooden stick—but I don’t mind the pain. Pain is pleasure says the coach, and I believe whatever coach says. Either coach for that matter. Immediately, he applies a cloth swatch over the drying wax, waits a few seconds, then rips it off, pulling with it a rectangle of belly hair. “Yow!” I place a hand over the now-smooth skin. “Shit, coach. That hurts,” I say, stupidly grinning. “Exactly,” he says, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Rocco coughs a laugh and pulls off my speedo. I’m loving it, every second. I take Rocco’s hairy paw and run it over my hardening cock. “So I don’t abuse you more than necessary, let’s use clippers to trim you,” says Coach Brandon. From his drawer he brings out barber clippers, snaps it on. He buzzes over the sparse hair on my chest, my arms, my legs, but he really goes to town on my crotch. Bunches of curly brown pubes he pulls out of the clipper blades. The vibration feels so good, I start trying to hump the clippers with my pelvis, which amuses manly Rocco. Rocco distracts me by twisting my very sensitive nipples. With Coach Brandon satisfied he’s buzzed away enough of my body hair, he’s back with the hot wax. He drips over my short crotch curlies and he pushes it around with the wooden stick. He applies the rectangle swath and zips it off. “Youch!” I feel half my pubic bone is smooth as a baby’s butt. He does this several more time, none of which hurts any less. In fact, the more he does it the more it hurts and the redder my skin gets. He feels his work running his hand over my bare crotch while avoiding my cock, but it doesn’t matter. It’s hard all by itself. Then coach drips wax over my balls. I let out a squelched yelp as Rocco bends down and plants his wet mouth on mine. Brandon rips off the wax from each ball, rubs each one with his thumb, and squeezes my entire sack to make sure all the hair is gone. I lose track of time as he rips off every follicle from my body. “I need you to flip around, son.” He lowers the back rest so the tables perfectly flat. I’ve got a stiffy, but lay on my belly anyway pressing it into the cold metal. “I need you to spread your legs. A little wider.” I comply, as he pulls down my balls so their exposed. I know this is going to hurt but Rocco’s massaging my shoulders so I don’t care. If it hurts all the better as long as Rocco’s there. “Rocco,” I say with my face smashed on the exam table. “I’m so fucking high, Rocco. Rocco? I think I love you. And Coach Brandon, too. And I love all my teammates. Even ol’ pube chin Reznor.” Rocco chuckles, still kneading my shoulder blades. “That’s Benjie, our magical bufo toad talking. Do you know what a bufo toad is?” I try shaking my head but am enjoying Rocco’s touch so much I can’t move. “A bufo toad has venom that’s an extremely potent psychedelic. Even the little taste I got gives me a buzz. Nothing like the amount you got though, buddy, but I’m with you, man. I love you, too. And I love the coach. And we love you.” “You do?” When the wax hits the taint between my balls and asshole, I don’t know if the hot wax hurts more or coach ripping off the wax hurts more. Let’s call it a tie. As a consolation prize, Rocco grabs my hand and puts it down his shorts. I eagerly grab his thick member and start stroking him. I’m tripping so hard on how good his cock feels. The more I stroke him the more he likes it. Sex is the most magically thing in the universe! Coach Brandon’s busy pulling open my butt cheeks, first one side, then the other, and waxing them. Each time the hot wax is getting closer to my hole. Ripping the wax off isn’t too bad here since I’m not that hairy around my hole. But the moment he drips the burning wax directly on my anus, I yowl while at the same time Roscoe groans as I crush his cock. Coach rips the last few hairs around my asshole off, and then he applies a cooling ointment and swirls it around my hole. I’m looking over at Coach Rocco’s body: beautifully hairy, swirling circles of fur that twirl like sand dunes in the wind. The pattern his body hair makes is mesmerizing. There symmetry and geometry at play. I’m convinced there’s fractal algorithms that could be written that explains his beauty. I see those equations float by as I admire him. Sines and cosines, quadratic equations float through my head. And there’s a finger in my hole. Coach Brandon flips me over talking to me about something or other, his finger twisting in my hole. He tells me he saw my work last night behind the library fisting Drake Chadwick. I look up into his ocean blue eyes. There’s waves crashing in them, and he’s going on and on. “I have to say I was impressed. Chadwick said he’d never been fisted before, but I had to see for myself this morning. The poor boy. You destroyed that hole, Dupree. It’s almost a complete wreck. Eighteen, nineteen-year-olds. So many hormones running rampant through your body. You have so much passion in you. We have to control that passion. Lock it up.” “Did he tell you he was the first one who ever fucked me, coach?” I feel I can tell him and Coach Rocco anything. He’s sticking an increasing number of digits in my hole. He’s got three fingers inside me. “You enjoying this, son?” “Mm-hm.” I wince, then exhale as coach’s slides four fingers inside. It hurts so much I can’t stand how much I like it. The feeling of a man’s palm inside my body. I float between the pain of it and the idea of it, then the realization that a man has his palm inside me, the skin of his hand rests along the wall of my rectum. It’s just unfathomable. He lets it sit there, then starts twisting it around. What’s more unimaginable: the idea or the sensation? We’ll call it a draw and I reach over and stroke Rocco’s cock. Rocco’s fully erect, pulling off his shirt and dropping his shorts. He climbs on the table and positions his butt over my face. “I think he’s ready for Leon, coach,” he says. I pull his hips down and start rimming his dark, hairy asshole. “Aw, fuck, boy!” he cries. “Yeah, eat that hole. Suck on it.” I do suck on it, as Coach Brandon pulls his palm out of me. I feel an intense emptiness, but hear Coach Brandon’s deep voice. “Dig in there, son.” I keep rimming in the darkness of Rocco’s butt. Even in the blackness, feeling his hair all over my face, more waves of the drug crash over me, unmoors me further from earth. Every hair in his crack glides across my face. My tongue’s gotten him so wet, when he rub his ass back and forth I feel at the bottom of the sea with long, soft strands of seaweed rolling with the ebb and flow of the tide, back and forth, across my tongue. I can’t tell what’s real anymore. Am I really tonguing this tasty, musky hole or am I seeing the surface of the ocean lying in a seaweed bed? Could it be both? I feel Rocco’s fingers go over my fingers. Both of us pull his butt cheeks open. More seaweed sails across my tongue. “Get in there,” I hear him growl, as I sense him jerking his meat and splashing my hairless body with his spunk. Someone, must be my coach, licks it up. I feel something at my own butthole—a sensual pop of some kind, which continues crawling deeper inside my body. I push Rocco’s butt up to see what it is. It’s a long striped dildo Coach Brandon’s feeding me, pushing in a couple of inches, pulling out a little, then pushing in more. “You like Leon, our coral snake?” I look over at the terrarium and see the fake branches are missing its snake. “No!” I say, alarmed that Coach Brandon is pushing an actual snake into me. I could almost believe they’d fuck me with a live reptile. “Careful so Leon does bite you,” teases the coach, letting the thing slide in really far. I feel, where its head is penetrating me deepest inside, there’s a sensation of pins and needles. “I think Leon bit me,” I exclaim, panicked. “You might start feeling paresthesia, a strange tingly, prickling feeling.” Rocco’s clinical, detached, like a doctor giving a prognosis. He flips around, pressing down his cock so I can suck it. “Yeah, I feel that in my guts,” I respond. “Did Leon bite me?” He stuffs his leaking calzone into my mouth so I can’t talk anymore. Coach Brandon appears by my head with the can of worms he’d fed the eel with. “Only one cure for Leon’s bite. And it needs to slither in through your dick.” “Whaaaaa—?” Hard to talk with a cock down your throat. “Sorry, can’t hear you, son,” Coach Brandon says, gripping my dick fiercely and slipping something inside the slit. I feel whatever it is squirming into me, inch by inch, down my piss shoot. Rocco pins down my shoulders down with his legs. I’m trying to spit him out. His cock clogs my windpipe. I’m spitting up massive amounts of mucus. I’m bucking on the table, trying to get the worm out of my cock, the serpent out of my ass, as the coaches laugh uproariously at my desperation. The slimy intruder I feel wiggling, drilling deeper and deeper into my cock. It’s so far down my shaft I’m convinced it’ll never be pulled out. The tingling in my colon crescendos until it feels like knives are plunging outward from my organs. The two men mock me with laughter that reverberates demonically in my ears. My head shakes back and forth denying the reality of snakes and worms and a cock that’s plunging so far down my through it’s being eaten by the serpent coming up through my entrails. I have a vision of Ouroboros, the snake that eats itself; the ancient gnostic symbol of unity with the divine. In that instant the laughter ceases, echoes away like a thunderstorm passing into the distance. All that remains is the soft hum of the aquarium. Bubbles float calmly to the surface. The coaches both have vanished. Well, no; no one’s vanished: Coach Rocco sits at his desk, hairy legs up, reading a Sports Illustrated; and Coach Brandon’s standing at his whiteboard, assigning van der Haus to goalkeeper, me as a right wing, and Fernandez as a left wing. He continues quietly writing in names for the other positions as I run my hands over my entirely smooth body—yes, dolphin or shark, I’ll have to get back to you on that. Even smooth armpits, I hear an echo of Rocco say. I squeeze my butt. No, nothing’s in my hole, no snake crawling up it, no worm in my cock. But, shit. Wait. What is that? I push down hard on metal that’s not budging, that’s trapped my cock inside a tiny cage. Huh. Officially, I guess, I’m a member of the team. Well, at least my member is.

Had to do a late drive the other night…I’d been to seen my brother and left his bout 11.50pm …its only a 2.5 hour drive home and I wasn’t rushing. Got to a services on and needed coffee and a piss. Was at the urinal when I noticed a bloke three down was just stood there dick out looking at me. …I wasn’t sure he was after some so went to my wash hands ..this time he stood right next to me …it was now bout 01.10 and there was no one in the place …I said “alright mate” …he said “yeah and was I looking?” …I’m proper slow sometimes but I finally was like “yeah mate could be” He then looks round see if the coast is clear and grabs my arse..leans in and snogs me. He’s in his 40s I think ..bit chubby and looks hairy …beard balding but good daddy vibes 😜 Great kisser …any how he takes me in to one of the shower rooms (its a services that cater for a lot of HGV drivers) …its a bit damp but clean in there and we strip …both bollock naked snogging and wanking …he says “you want fucking mate?” …im a bit hesitant cos I haven’t cleaned out but think im prob good to go …so say “yeah” …”nice one” Bit more wanking and bend over to suck his thick dick …bit musky …nice …loads of pre-cum and his foreskin slides back easy …he’s reaching my hole with a wet finger …”turn round mate” I do and brace myself n the shower cubicle …he rubs his wet dick on my hole “you clean mate?” He asks ….”yeah think so” …”what it bare?” He asks …all the while rubbing my hole …im like “fuck yeah mate” …but still he’s not going for it …still rubbing and really turning me on…”you on prep mate?” …”yeah …why you poz ?” …that’s when he finally pops the head of his cock in me and slowly pulls me on to him …”yeah mate i am" …he fucks me slow and steady for a good while …and I'm proper getting off on it …my cock is drooling pre-cum and cum he’s hitting the spot …then picks up the pace …”bloody hell mate your arse is fantastic”…im wanking and about to blow when he pulls me on to him and blows a big load in me and it make me shoot my load on the wall …he slowly pumps my are a couple more times and pulls out. I wipe my arse with a tissue pleased to see just cum …and we get dressed …he’s like “your a hot lad ..thanks for the fuck mate” …and other small talk …find out he’s been poz for about 6 months and so far I was the first lad to let him cum inside since he started telling people …he’s not long been telling them …nice bloke …very nice fuck we swapped numbers

The next morning I woke up to Daddy mounting me and fucking me while i was on my stomach just ramming into me. After a good 10 minutes he flipped my over put my legs on his shoulders and in motion rammed me. "Ughhhhhhhhhh", i yelled. I know i just took his cock and fist but he still huge and my ass shrinks back fairly easily. "Ohhh damnnn, I cant believe how tight you got again", he said as he fucked me good. After about another 10 minutes of fucking me he swelled and shot another huge set of loads in me. We kissed and made out as kept grinding his meat and cum into me. He pulled out and i grabbed his cock and cleaned him up. He jumped into the shower and got ready for work. After he left i cleaned up the house, made something to eat and got ready. I had to run a lot of errands today. I first went to the CA Nurses College to sign up for a short nurses assistant course. It was an intensive 12 week full time program on being a nurses assistant and doing more than a CNA. After that I went to the clinic. Brian told me to go to a specific one as they dealt a lot with gay men. I walked in and signed in withe receptionist and sat down and filled out the paperwork. I felt like a got a lot of stares. Most of the people in the room were over 40 and even 50. There was even a hot Daddy sitting down. I was dressed in a tight tank top with my nipples jutting thru and running shorts that had a slit up the side and sandals. My name was called and I went into waiting room 3. It was a small room with a medical exam bed and two chairs and a small desk. Then the nurse walked in. "Hi my name is David", he said He was about mid 50's about 5'10" medium build, one tat on his arm and a beard and moustache. He was a hot Daddy. "Hi Jeff, is this your first time here?', he asked "Yes it is", i said "I have a few follow up questions for you and of course they are confidential", he said "In your questionnaire you mentioned you are bisexual. Are you sexually active with both men and women?", he asked "Not right now. I am mainly with men", i said "Oh okay. How sexually active are you? Are you a top or bottom or vers?, he asked "I am only a bottom", i responded "Do you have an exclusive partner", he asked "Generally yes" i said "Explain please", he said I thought first on how much i wanted to share. "I only bottom for my partner but i have done oral on others", i said "Do you practice safe sex?", he asked "No we fuck bare and he is HIV positive", i said He didn't have any response and remained clinical and just wrote down notes. "Is he on any meds", he asked "No" i said "Are you on any meds? Do you want to get on PREP?", he asked "No he isnt", i paused, "Actually i am not here to get on PREP. I am here to get tested and see if i am pregPOZ, POZ sorry", i said looking down. He smiled when he heard me stutter. When looking down i couldn't help but stare at his semi hard cock in his scrubs. I saw me looking and quickly turned away. Oh my God i was so embarrassed i started to say pregnant, i thought. "I understand. Are you trying to get HIV positive", he asked "Yes" i looked at him "Looking at me with a non judgmental but also supportive face, he said "Okay. I just want to give you this brochure so you understand the risks and what it is like to live with HIV and AIDS. You should read it and let me know if you have any questions. I hope you will come back in two weeks. No lets get on with your exam." he said With that he took out the needle and vials and took my blood and took it my chair that had an arm hold. After he then took my blood pressure while standing up.. He stood where my hand was and my hand accidently brushed against his cock which was semi hard. "Oh sorry", i said "Thats okay, dont worry about it." he said smiling He had me move to the exam bed and he listen to my heart and lungs with his stethoscope. When listening to my heart his thumb brushed against my nipple a couple of times. They both started to get really hard and my cock was getting hard. "Please pull down your pants and bend over", he said "What...Why?", i asked "Since you are sexually active as a bottom i am going to inspect your anus and also give you a PAP smear", he said while putting on gloves "I thought a PAP smear was for women", i asked "Yes but we now also do it for gay men who are bottoms", he said "Cmon i am backed up here and we short staffed. This is a medical procedure and i have seen naked men before", he said sternly I started to take of my shorts and i felt his eyes running over my body. I was wearing my lace light blue thong panties today. I could see him staring at my ass. "I am a little embarrassed", i said soflty "Why you are not the first naked person i have seen", he said smiling "Its not the nudity", i said taking off my panties as i turned around he could see my pink cock cage, penis plug and ball strechers. "Hmmmm nice", he said grinning "Don't worry you should feel comfortable. This is a non-judgmental clinic. And i am not that vanilla", he said pulling down his pants sporting a red jock strap, ball stretchers and a huge PA ring in his cock. He tugged on his now hard thick cock. It was about 7" and thick. He could see me staring at it. Then he pulled up his pants. "So relax", he said laughing "I need a paper towel please", i asked He got one and passed it to me wondering what it was for and then i pulled out the butt plug out of my ass. He looked and smiled, "You like that in you" "Yes i do and it moves around. My Daddy, i mean partner likes me to keep it in so the cum stays in me and soaks in and when i walk around it has a ball that i feel vibrate in me." i said "Why did your Daddy want that", he asked "To keep me wet and excited all the time", i said softly His looked turned from clinical to hunger and his cock was now rock hard pushing out of his scrubs. "Ok bend over on the bed", he said "You have a lot of cum leaking out of you so i wont use lube. That ok?", he asked "Yes thats fine", i responded He slowly traced the cum on my leg leaking down back up to my balls and to my hole. He has a sensual teasing touch. I let out a soft sigh as it really got me going. As he pushed in my hole i felt more cum leak out of me on my leg on his hand. He gathered it and pushed it back in. He started to finger me and then stick a second finger in me, teasing my hole and hitting my prostate. I let out a soft moan trying not to show too much pleasure but i felt good. "Okay just checking to see if you have any bleeding and checking your prostate", he said He kept massaging my hole. It felt so good but i was trying to figure out what was the clinical part to take this long. "You have a really nice hole. Its so wet and tight", he said while probing my hole and working on my prostate "uhhhh" i moaned louder "You like the exam dont you", he said in my ear as i felt his hard bare cock now touching the cheek of my ass. "Ohhh yes it feels good", i said He continued to swirl his fingers in me making me moan louder. "I want to check your muscle strength to make sure you havent had any damage", he said i squeezed hard like it was Daddys cock in me. "Wow you have really good muscle strength. Damn Daddy is lucky", he said smiling He pulled out his fingers and rubbed my ass juice on a square paper sample. "This is what we send to the lab" he said He took off the gloves and put on a new pair. "Do you have the key to remove the cage. I want to inspect your penis", he said in his usual clinical nature "For some reason Daddy reminded me to keep the key today on hand just in case. I didn't know why as he normally holds the key. I pulled it out and gave it to the nurse. My hard cock was bursting in the cage. He took off the cage and held my cock gently and gave it a few strokes. "I want to keep you hard so i can inspect your urethra to make sure there are no infections", he said as he also massaged my balls "Take off your shirt too", i was so horny and a bit in a daze i just did it He pulled out the penis plug and inspected my urethra. As he pulled it out a bunch of precum spurted out on his face. "Ohhh sorry about that", i said "Dont worry you are all worked up. You must have really liked the exam", he said smiling and wiping up the cum with his fingers and then licking it up "Hmmm you taste good" , he said "Does it burn when you pee?", he asked "Yes once in a while", i responded He went to the medical cabinet and came back with this think metal rod and put some ointment on it. "You have a mild infection. I am going to put in some ointment which should help", he said Holding my cock with one hand he slowly inserted the rod in my penis hole. I winced as it was very uncomfortable bordering pain. "Just breath and relax. It will get better", he said Slowly the rod just sank into my cock and he started to move it up and down and twist it. It felt weird at first then felt actually good. My cock stayed rock hard. "Looks like you are okay with this part of the exam too", he said "Your nipples look a little red. Something happen?", he said "My Daddy has them pumped each day and last night he put clamps on them so they are a little sore and sensitive", i said He took off his gloves and softly touched my nipples. "This hurt", he asked He slowly teased and massaged them. I closed my eyes a bit and moaned and my cock leaped a bit. His fingers were expertly teasing them in a way that felt so sensual and he would even push into my nipple so it was deep in the aureola which felt amazing and it didnt hurt. "Yeah they look ok", he said He stop playing with my nipples and took the sound in me and pushed deeper as it was on the backside of my prostate. My eye opened wide and i let out a moan. "Ohhhhhhhh" and grabbed onto his shoulder as i stumbled a little from the sensation. "I just want to make sure the medicine gets deep down there", he said smiling and reaching up with his massing my nipple. "You want me to fuck you right now? I know your pussy is so wet." he said in my ear while he was moving the sound in me and then took his other hands of my nipple and put two fingers partially in my hole. In my state of excitement i lifted my leg in the air to give him more access to my hole and he then thrusted his fingers in me. "Grab my cock now", he said In a daze i grabbed it and massaged it. "It would feel so good in you wouldnt it?", he whispered in my ear and he started to lightly kiss my neck" "Ohhh please", i moaned "Please what", he said "Please stop please", i moaned "You sure you want me to stop", he said as his fingers were in my wet hole fucking me and his other hand on the sound and my hand on his cock. "Yes only my Daddy can fuck me until i get pozzed", i said moaning in a daze "Ohhh you are good little whore", he said as he slowly withdrew his fingers from my hole and stuck them in my mouth. i licked them clean. He then pushed my on my knees and sucked his cock. It was huge and i never sucked someone with a PA before but it was still smaller than DAddys. "Ohhh you are good cock sucker. Most guys cant swallow me hole on the first try", he said He started to fuck my mouth good and after a few minutes bust 4-5 huge loads in my mouth. I savored it and then swallowed. After he calmed down he pulled out of my mouth and pulled up his pants. I started to get dressed and he bent me over and started to eat my pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh", i moaned and pushed back into his mouth He ate me for about a minute and then stopped. "I wanted to taste that ass and its delicious" He helped my put the plug back in and cock cage and plug. He said "You can get your results online tomorrow and we will see you back here in two week", he smiled. I cant wait i said.

Chapter 3: Daddy As we entered the bedroom Greg kissed me again. He laid me down gently and then laid down beside me. We kissed some more and my hand soon found their way to Greg's cock. As we kissed I stroked his cock loving how it felt in my hand. Greg moaned into my mouth as we continued kissing. Greg broke the kiss and had me to continue to lay on my back. He then put his body over mine but in a reverse position. He told me this was the 69 position. He told me just to relax and open my mouth. As I did he lowered his cock into my mouth. He only put a couple of inches in to allow me to get used to the size of his cock. In the meantime Greg stroked around my penis but never touching it. I was so excited that I almost cum without my penis being touched. Greg sensed this and lightly squeezed my balls to keep me from coming. As more saliva built up in my mouth Greg's cock slid in a little more. I was so lost in lust that I didn't even notice my mouth being sore. All I could concentrate on was Greg's cock in my mouth. After getting a little over half of Greg's cock in my mouth he pulled out and turned around and kissed me again. I couldn't get enough of him. Greg suddenly stopped kissing me and looked at me with sadness. I asked him " what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" He said "No baby. Not at all. I like you but there's something you need to know about me. I am HIV positive.". Now I'm not completely naive. I know what HIV is. Part of me was scared and wanted to run. The other part of me was so excited that I didn't care. That part won out. I looked at him and without saying a word I initiated a kiss with him while reaching for his cock. Greg was stunned but didn't resist. He started kissing me back heavily. He broke the kiss after a few minutes and asked if I was sure. I nodded my head yes. He looked at me and said that in the gay lifestyle since he was older that he would be a Daddy and I would be his boy or in some instances son. He asked me if there was anyone I should be worried about disappointing if I were to submit to him. I thought about my parents and our relationship and thought screw it. I looked him in the eyes and said" I'm all yours Daddy.".

I'd lurked on breeding.zone for years. I'd read with rock hard disbelief stories of men having unprotected sex with multiple strangers. The first time I was ever confronted with explicit gay sex pictures, I immediately knew I wanted to be the bottom. For years I denied it. I became expert at orally pleasuring my wife as though that counterbalanced fantasizing about getting fucked in the ass so I could cum during sex. They were always strangers i never saw who came up and fucked me in the ass while calling me a nasty slut. I knew I wanted it but I was married. I'd never even had intercourse with anyone but her and one other girl. I kept reading guys' last load stories and wondered whether the sex club stories could possibly be true. **** I don't know exactly what sent me over, but i contrived to get away for a weekend under false pretenses and arrange to meet a man whose real name I did not know and who we agreed would fuck my ass and cum inside me. At some level, I couldn't believe that any of this was really possible. Nevertheless, he arrived at my room a little after 10. He was about 40 and average height and I remember he had a big earring. He got naked and had me suck his cock. His crotch was completely shaved. His dick seemed huge. I did my best to give a blowjob. I'd tried my best to get ready and had pushed a bunch of lube inside me after cleaning myself out. "get naked." I did. I was face down ass up. He put in just the tip and rubbed the lube that leaked out onto his cock. He gave me my first ever hit of poppers, He pushed his cock in deep. fuck! I was doing this. "fuck baby you've got a tight ass. you really are straight?" "no just closeted but yeah I've only had straight sex." the sensation was so strange. "I don't judge baby." he pressed all the way inside. he started fucking me. the sensation was too intense. i felt panicked but tried to breathe deeply and relax. i was finally fulfilling my fantasy and wasn't going to go this far without actually becoming a cum slut. Suddenly: "I gotta get this on video." He pulled out and fished his camera from his jeans. I wasn't thrilled but it was so weird and sudden I just didn't respond. He started narrating. "I met him on breeding zone and he said he hadn't been fucked but wanted to jump into the deep end of the pool." Slap, slap, slap. "Well here we are." "fuck yeah i'm cumming!" He kept fucking me. Half a minute went by as he kept thrusting. Finally he flopped out. we both panted for a moment. "So was that what you were hoping for?" "wha?" "I mean when you fantasized about getting fucked is that what you were hoping for?" "oh...ha.... i mean it was weird but hot. letting you in my hole was pretty much exactly what i hoped ha" "that's cool. i don't judge anyone's situation as long as we're a good match and can meet up. lotsa guys won't fuck with closeted guys but i don't care as long as we can meet up like i said. you do have a wife right?" "yeah i do." "so is it gonna be a huge surprise? or does everyone assume you're gay?" "surprised, yeah" "do you want some more cock? my friend could come over." "... yeah okay." "cool. he'll be here in like an hour." fuck.. ***** I took a long hot shower, cleaned myself, thought, fuck it. I'd let a man who I'd met on breeding zone fuck me and ejaculate inside me. Anything goes.

I live my life without apologies or regrets....even if it was faked, the substandard bottom got your cock and if he was too cumfilled to notice he didn't get your load, that's not on you.

My apologies, been busy with work. We woke up the next morning and ate breakfast. We talked about me moving in with him. "Jeff, I want you to move in with me.", Brian said My heart beat fast, I was so happy. "Yes I would love to", i said smiling "Good get your stuff and move in today", he said Before he went to work he bent me over the couch and put another charged load in me and plugged me up. I got on my knees cleaned his thick meat and kissed him goodbye. I had to figure out my life. I only a few days ago was living with family, managing a coffee shop and never been fucked bare. Now i have taken a ton of poz loads from Brian and havent been home in a while. I told my mom i was staying at a friends house partying while i was taking time off from the coffee shop. I was both excited and nervous about moving in with Brian. So much of my life has changed since i met him. I went home and told my parents I was moving to Palm Springs to manage a coffee shop there and maybe look at technical school. I was always interested in healthcare and they have a good program there. I packed up my stuff loaded my car said goodbye and drove back to PS. When I got back to Brian's place, he gave me a key, I went in and started to unload my things. After i was done i thought i would buy us lunch and bring it over to the store. When i arrived, I said hi to Coty who was in the front helping a customer. I went to the back office and Brian was there. He was happily surprised and we sat down and ate in the office. After he finished eating he took off his jeans and put his semihard cock into my mouth. I sucked it good and took him all the way in his mouth then pulled back quickly. "You've been fucking someone else? I taste their ass on your cock and smell them on your pubes?, i said sadly looking up "Yes I fucked Cody this morning", he said as he grabbed my head and forced it back down on his cock. I went back to sucking him. "I told you i would be fucking a lot of guys and not just you. You are going to have to get used to that", he said actually caringly I sucked him harder wanting to get his hard. Then i stopped and looked up with him while licking his head, "Please fuck me, please", i begged He lifted me up pulled down my shorts and panties pulled out the plug and bent me over and rammed hard into me. "Awwwww", i said loudly. "Ssshhhhh", he said Once in he fucked me hard, with his steady fast pace fucking me with his balls slapping my ass. He reached around my neck pulled me back and started to suck on my neck. "Oh Godddd Brian take me please", i moaned He really knew all my weak points as he chewed on my neck and tweaked my nips while punishing my hole and prostate. I was in heaven. After about 5 minutes of fucking, Cody walked in. "You are guys are sure making a lot of noise.", Cody said getting on his knees and sucking my balls. "I see Daddy locked your clit up, lucky guy. Ive been begging him for months to lock me up" Cody said Clearly Cody had a thing for Daddy. Cody tried to suck on my cock in the cage but i pushed him away. I was enjoying being fucked like a little whore way too much. "Poz me Daddy please", i begged After another dozen strokes he erupted a load into me. I pushed back on his cock trying to keep all of his mammoth meat in me grinding against him and using my pussy muscles to massage all the cum out of him. "Hmmmm stop that im senstive", he said Quickly i got on my knees nudged Cody off to the side and sucked him clean. Cody go under me and started to eat my ass trying to lick out all the cum in me. It felt good but i lifted up and put the plug back in me. "Stop. This is your new plug.", Brian said I bent over and he took out the old plug and put in the new plug. It was almost the same size a little longer but not much. I pulled of my panties and shorts. Daddy took me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss. Cody looked at us in envy. "Now go out in the store and walk around", he commanded As I walked out of the office i realized what was different about this plug. It had a ball inside the plug that moved in me when i moved. It didnt make any noise but i felt it and it felt good. If i walked a certain way it hit my prostate. Daddy could see i was aroused as my nipples were really hard. "You like the new plug? Good I want to keep your pussy wet and hot at all times", Daddy said "Your pussy is pleasure, giving your pussy to me is pleasure, if you orgasm you will only have a pussy orgasm", he said "Yes Daddy", i said aroused and flustered. Cody looked at me with envy and desire which i had never felt from him before. I always viewed him as a bottom. He is about my size and a little fem but not overtly. He was wearing spandex shorts which was sporting a bulge right now. "Cody you look like you need a break. Why don't you and Jeff go in the back and relax. Jeff help him relax", Brian said We went in the back office, when the door closed i got on my knees and started rubbing his cock thru the spandex. The peeled it off and started sucking his nice cock. It was about 6 inches and kind of thick. I sucked him good. "Get up and bend over bitch I am going to fuck you good.", he said "No sorry. I can only give you a bj. Daddy's orders" i said "What orders are those?, Cody asked "I cant let another man fuck me until i convert", i said "You are not poz yet?", Cody asked "No why are you?", i asked "No not yet i dont think. I just thought you would be by now after all the fucking youve been doing with Brian", he said "I know. I hope i do. I want him to make me poz and have him make me pregnant", i said With that he made me get on my knees and suck him off. He shot a huge load in my mouth. It was delicious. I swallowed every last drop. Over the next several days Daddy fucked me good and impregnated me at least 3 times a day. Last night we i was giving Daddy a bj while watching TV on the couch. He pulled me up on the couch, got me on all fours and pulled down my blue satin thong. Daddy then reached into the drawer on the table next to the couch and pulled out some lube and poppers. I haven't had much experience with poppers. I only used it once and it gave me a headache after. Daddy leaned in and started to eat my manpussy out. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH", i moaned loudly as i pushed my pussy back on Daddy's tongue and face. He ate me like no other. The way he licked me, teased me, how deep and thick his tongue was and how he used his fingers in massaging and relaxing my hole and massaged my gspot was so amazing, that when he eats me out i get so horny and weak i have a hard time holding up my chest with my arms. He slowly worked in two fingers then three. Finally he got in four fingers. It hurt as Daddy has large hands but it also felt so good in me. He was rotating it in me and massging my prostate constantly. He then scraped the inside of my pussy and i flinched but kept pushing back on his fingers. "Ohhh my boy is such a horny slut. You love Daddy's fingers in you don't you? I'm make you bleed a little so my dna takes.", Daddy said in my ear "Yes Daddy please mark me and make me POZ. I need your DNAin me, please", i begged and moaned He then tried working in his thumb. I yelled in pain as he tried to push in but it would go in. He opened up the bottle of poppers and put it under my nose and i inhaled. My head started to spin and my body relaxed. He pushed again and his whole hand plopped in. "Ughhhhhhhh. OHHH Daddy yes please", i moaned "Look at you, you slut. Daddy isnt doing anything. You are pushing back on my hand. You want my arm too dont you, you little whore", DAddy said "Oh yes Daddy please. I want your whole arm in me please", i begged. The poppers made me get a rush and even hornier. I got back off my chest and was on all fours again and I pushed back taking more of his arm. It felt so good. I felt so full and complete. Then suddenly Daddy pulled out his arm and hand. I pushed back trying to find his hand. "Daddy please i need you in me", i begged He got up stripped down and shoved his hard cock in my mouth. I sucked like i hadnt eaten all day. After sucking his huge mammoth meat for a few minutes he threw my on the couch on my back. I could see how much of his arm i had taken with the lube mark. I got to mid way up his forearm. He put his feet on his chest and forced his hand back in me. My eyes bugged out of my head and yelled out in pain. "Shut up you know you want this", Daddy said "Yes please fuck me with your arm please", i begged He worked his arm back in and went a little deeper. I hadnt had anything that deep in me and he crossed my second ring. It felt so good the way he was massaging my insides. I was dancing on his arm, trying to suck more of it in me. "Damn bitch your pussy is just eating up my arm" Daddy said as he put the popper bottle back under my nose. I inhaled deeply and pushed back further on his arm. I hadnt been fisted in a long time and it felt so good and i wanted more. Daddy pulled his hand back to the opening of my hole but still inside. Then he lined up his huge hard cock and stuck the head in. My head want back and i yelled in pain. I grabbed the poppers and put them under my nose but Daddy took them away. "No, I want you to really feel me", he said in a caring way and kissed me deeply "Yes Daddy take me please. Make me yours", i moaned back He shoved his huge cock in my pussy and right into he hand. As he wrapped his fist around his huge cock it ripped my hole in two. "Ohhh Daddy", i moaned in both pain and pleasure. It did hurt to the point that my eyes were tearing. "Good boy keep working to take my hand and fist in you. We are far from done.", he said He then started to jack off in me. It felt incredible. It was pain of being ripped and the pleasure of being full and having my pussy walls raked from the inside. Daddy could see i was enjoying it and pulled my legs back to open myself more to offer my hole to him "Daddy please make me yours please", i yellled Hearing that he started jacking off quickly in my pussy. His knuckles where massaging my hole while the depth of his cock was pushing deep into me. After about 10 minutes he yelled, "Here you go boy", i felt his actual hand expand in me and he came continually stroking getting more cum out of his thick meat into me. I didnt feel any spurts which is odd as i always do. As he calmed down he kept stroking his cock. "I am going to inseminate you deep now", Daddy said It occurred to me that I didnt feel him shoot in me because he wrapped his hand to catch his cum. I felt his hand work deep in me taking his cum pushing it further into me while scraping me with his nails. I winced in pain but took it as i wanted to take his dna and his poz cum and be marked. I wanted to give myself to him. I felt his push deep past my second ring working his cum into me. I started to push back on his arm trying to suck his whole arm in me and then finally i felt i hit his elbow. When i did he started to rotate his arm in me and massage the deepest untouched part of my pussy with his fingers, teasing me. "Such a good whore. Look at you", Daddy said I was a state in euphoria and my eye balls fell back into my head, i arched my back and offering my whole body and being to him. He worked my hole for the next what seemed like an hour (It was probably much less). "Daddy i am going to cum", i moaned I orgasmed hard. It was the most intense orgasm i have ever had. I clenched his arm hard on and off as the orgasm ripped thru my whole body even my toes curled. "Yeah squeeze my arm with your cunt boy", Daddy yelled as he kept twisting his arm and fingering my hole He raking my hole over and over again and i started to have another anal orgasm rip thru my body. As i still had my cage on and the plug only some cum oozed out. It was another incredible full body orgasm. As i calmed down Daddy pulled out his hand. It was incredible the lube was just past his elbow. He leaned in and gave me a deep passionate kiss. I wrapped my legs around his and pulled him to me. I lined up my ass on his cock and used my hands on his ass to push him in me. "You want Daddy's cock dont you" he said as he plunged in me "Ohhhh Daddy yes fuck me please, make me yours", i yelled He pounded the living crap out of me. There as no passion or intimacy this was a pure animal fucking. He rammed me with his meat tearing into me for a good solid 20 minutes. Then i felt his cock expand and shoot 3 loads into me. He collapsed on me and i wrapped my arms and legs around him. "Stay in me Daddy please", i asked He stayed in me and did a slow grind while in me. I felt complete and whole. I needed him in me, owning me and impregnating me with his seed. "I hope i get pregnant with your seed Daddy", i said softly in his ears "You will baby. You did good today. Now its your turn", he said He got up and left me, came back with a set of keys and unlocked my cock cage and pulled out plug. He then went down on me and sucked me good. After about 5 minutes i was laying back and enjoying him sucking my cock. It felt good as he sucks cock better than anyone but he has trained me not to get any pleasure from my cock that it doesnt make me want to come. "Whats wrong? You cant cum? You came so easily earlier" Daddy said and while he said it i could see in his mind why "Good boy. You cant cum from your cock can you my little whore", he asked "No Daddy. It feels good you sucking my cock but i cant cum that way anymore", i told him He then squeezed his hand back in me and started to massage my pussy and suck my cock. After only 2 minutes.... "OHHHHH Daddy", i moaned and shot a huge amount of volleys of cum in his mouth. I felt my balls empty out. I hadnt cum like that in months. Daddy kept wrecking my hole with his hand and sucking me making the orgasm last. After calming down, he pulled his mouth off my cock and kissed me deeply pushing all my cum into my mouth. I took it in and our tongues danced and licked each other. After swallowing my cum we just lay on the couch with his hand still in me and made out like a couple in love. "I want you to go the clinic and get tested tomorrow", he said "Yes Daddy. I hope im pregnant", i said smiling at him "Me too", he said and we kissed like a couple in love.

Chapter 4 The Top was really close to shooting a weeks’ worth of cum into this new convert. After this he would b hooked on taking it up the ass. He almost wished he had a really big cock to split him right but he also knew if he did with the pain he couldn’t have gotten him to take it up the bung hole. The Top said “ Grab your poppers and hit them again.” The Pig open the bottle and started hitting them hard. He could feel his head spinning. Between the weed and the poppers and that log in his ass he was in heaven. The top cold feel the hole loosen a bit plus the Pig’s ass was twitching around his cock. This Pig was really going to be a great piece of ass when he started cruising for it. The top was on the edge and said “ Remember when you were fucking a woman, At this point it is all about the man’s pleasure “? The Pig said “ Yes, I loved it “. The Top replied “ Yeah, you didn’t think or care about the woman, you just wanted to nut in her”. With that the Top shifted a little and began to pound that hole like a rapist would. He didn’t care about anything but his pleasure. The Pig said “ Shit, I am Cumming just from the fucking your giving me “ the Top could feel the Pigs hole grabbing his cock and put him over the edge. The crammed his super hard cock deep in the Pig’s ass. He wanted to cause the pig some pain and let him understand that is the way. Getting bred has a Palin / Pleasure point and the Pig was going to experience it. He pushed the Pig’s shoulders into the mattress so he understood his place as a fag bottom. He shot several strong ropes of cum in the Pig’s ass. He knew the Pig could feel the spasms while his cock shot. I was a very strong climax. The Top collapsed on top of the Pig. He was panting also. His cock was still hard and lodged in the Pig’s sloppy ass. He could feel some of his cum dripping out around his cock. He had taken a Viagra earlier so he was able to keep hard longer. He hoped to get seconds an that time he would introduce the Pig to Piss fucking. He rolled off the Pig and his cock came out with a plopping sound. Layng next to the Pig he reached down to the Pigs hole to feel it. IT was loose and very sloppy. The top laughed to himself. When he explored the hole a little the Pig involuntarily arched his hips and his bubble butt came up the get more. He chucked and said “ I think someone enjoyed that “. The Pig only replied with an “ Ah hu “ . The Top was gently teasing the freshly de-verginized ass and asked he “ Want more up there, want it again? “ The Pig said ‘ Yes , that was fun. I can’t believe I came with out touching myself. It was a different cum. “ The pig felt what an anal orgasm felt like. It can be a wonderful think and one he will crave to get many times in the future. The top told him to get him hard again and they could play some more. The Pig got up and reached over to the Tops semi-hard cock. It was slimy with the cum and ass juices. The pig started fisting the cock and the Top said to suck it. The Pig was hesitant to do this snice it was just up his ass. The pig got up and went to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to try and clean the Top’s cock. As he walked to the bathroom Top could clearly see the Pig’s as. His crack was covered with the same juices and he could see it dripping down his legs. All he could think was that if he had anything to say about it there would be a lot more before the end of this day. After the Pig cleaned the Top’s cock he started sucking it again. It didn’t take long before it was ready for another round. For the rest of the day he fucked the Pig’s ass. They got in different positions and at one time they took a break to smoke another joint. It was getting late for the Top guy and he wanted to finish in the Pig’s ass. He wanted to make sure this load went deep. The Bottom was getting use to having something up his ass. He discovered many different feelings, both physical and emotional. He had one last new feeling to discover tonight at the hands of this Top.

As I laid face down on the wrinkled, cigarette burned sheets of this sleazy motel, I could barely stand the pain. What was I doing here? Was it all worth it? Then I turned my head and saw something to give me hope. It was the gold ring I wore on my left hand with the word "mother" engraved on the inside. Yes, this was worth it. I am destined to be a mother despite being a male. It's what I was born to be and I won't rest until it happens. His breathing picked up and I knew what was coming. I relaxed as much as I could and opened up my hole to receive his seed as deep as possible. Then a loud grunt and the feeling of his massive tool throbbing inside me. I could picture his sperm swimming up my guts, looking for that rare egg in a male's body to fertilize. As he pulled out, he quickly inserted the large butt plug into me, as I'd requested. He then gave me a tap on my cheeks and pulled up his pants. I would stay in this position for another 30 minutes, encouraging his sperm up inside my body. With all hope, I'll be a mother in nine months.

When my body is ready to be fucked, I find that I become very different mentally from when I’ve just recently been bred. Mind you, my insatiable ass means that switch gets flipped at the drop of a waistband, but if any time has passed in which I have to go without, it’s like my blood starts boiling. The longer it goes, the more in-heat I feel, and the more willing I become to do just about anything to take a cock. Inhibitions melt like butter, caution flutters away like a moth in a hurricane, modesty and dignity cease to have any meaning. Once I’ve been serially bred, it all calms down somewhat (I always end up wishing for just one more cock) and I kind of think, Damn - what was I doing? Not remorse or anything, just a little surprise that I would descend so far into depravity, or that I let so many men utterly degrade me. It doesn’t last, of course, the fire never goes out under my pot, so it’s inevitably going to come to a boil again sooner rather than later. Right now, I’m so in heat I can almost see the fuck-me waves rising off me. (I use ‘in heat’ to describe me because I feel as though ‘horny’ is connected to cock, and my readiness is all about my cunt - I’m literally a bitch in heat.) Does anyone else experience this kind of back-and-forth?

This is yet another true story of how I started playing with Men and became the slutty bottom I am today. The year was 1989, I was a teenager at the time, barely 18 if I remember correctly. My family had had money, we'd been living in a small suburb in Southern California called Arcadia and had had a very beautiful home. My father had been a union landscaper at the Santa Anita race track, a popular horse-racing track in the area. Unfortunately, my father had developed a very bad gambling habit and was soon gambling his paycheck away on the horse races which led to us losing our home. That did not last very long and we soon found ourselves moving to a low income part of the San Gabriel Valley in Southern California and I soon began to call a small town by the name of "El Monte" (The Mound) my home. Moving to a new area was definitely a culture shock for me. While I was used to having my own porch and front yard, I now had just a stairwell and small stoop to share with my neighbors. While previously I'd had freedom and privacy, now I apparently had eyes on me all the time. I clearly remembered taking out the trash and hearing my neighbors whistling jokingly at my short gym shorts and laughing at my near naked legs as I would walk over to the dumpster to throw the garbage away. Our apartment was directly above a two bedroom apartment where I swear at least six Latin guys were living. I remember going down to take the trash out one time and three of my downstairs neighbors were just sitting on the landing and stairs, drinking cheap beer and laughing as I squeezed my way past them. One of them had whistled at me, complemented my legs, and asked if I needed help. For some reason his attention made me blush, and whispered in reply "No, thank you." His immediate reply was "Well, if you need some help, I'm Javier and I'll take care of you baby." Just hearing him say that embarrassed the hell out of me and I ran from him while wishing I could run towards him instead. This type of flirtatious behavior continued for a few weeks and I found myself liking my polite friend more and more. All of the guys that lived downstairs were really young and nice and, I must admit, kinda sexy looking and I grew to trust and like them as time progressed. Finally, one muggy summer day, I had gotten home from school really early since the school year was letting out and I knew that my parents wouldn't be home for another six hours or so and something inside me was just restless. I can't explain it but I really wanted to talk to Javier and get to know him better. The apartment was hot and humid and I soon found myself bored but curious to see if my neighbors were home. Not knowing what else to do, I walked into my house, changed into my running shorts and decided to pretend to water my plants. As I was absentmindedly watering my plants, Javier came out of his apartment wearing sweat shorts and sneakers and said, "Hi Baby!" I blushed when I saw his defined naked chest and a small dark trail of hair leading from his belly button down into his shorts and meekly said "Hi" as I walked to the faucet to turn the water off. He bounded up the stairs and asked me why I was home so early. I told him that we'd only had half a day cause school had let out for the summer. He asked me where my parents were, and I explained they would be at work until six or so, and that I'd be alone (and bored) until then. Javier asked if I'd like to come to his apartment and have a drink with him and I said 'sure', not understanding why his invitation was making me so nervously excited. Javier was all smiles as he explained that neither he nor his roommates had gone to work since they worked construction and we had just gotten over a very bad storm the day before, construction work would be halted for at least a couple of days as the ground dried. He led me towards his apartment and for some reason his strong hand leading me by the small of my back had me breathing heavy and feeling strangely nervous. As we walked through his door, I saw two of his roommates sitting on the couch watching TV with drinks in their hands. "That's Tomas and Daniel," Javier said as the guys looked my way and waved at me. "Hey Adam" the guys said almost in unison. "There's also, Francisco, Douglas (which he pronounced Doo-Glass), and Andres (which made me giggle because I thought he said Undress), but they're at the store picking up some food and drinks". "Adam is home alone and bored so I invited him in for a drink," Javier told the guys on the couch as he moved towards the fridge and took out some orange juice and a bottle of what I later learned was vodka. "Wanna try a screwdriver or do you like something stronger?" Javier said teasingly, no doubt knowing that I'd never had alcohol before. "Um, a screwdriver is cool," I replied, not having the slightest clue what he was talking about but not willing to let him know that. He fixed me the drink and when he handed it to me, I drank almost half of it in one gulp thinking it was the weirdest orange juice I'd ever tasted. "Whoah! Slow down little man, I want you relaxed not drunk!" Javier exclaimed as he took the glass in my hand. "Let's go sit down he said and we sat on the love seat next to the couch." It wasn't until we sat down that I noticed that there was porn on the TV, which I hadn't focused on because it was muted and, honestly, I couldn't take my eyes off of Javier's handsome face and sexy upper body; especially his sexy bulging biceps. We sat down to watch the movie and pretty soon I was feeling nice and warm although slightly dizzy but pleasantly so. As we continued to watch the movie, I exclaimed "Wow!" because on the screen, a big busty blonde was sucking the biggest dick I'd ever seen. Javier asked "You ever done that Adam?" And I, wanting to impress him, responded "Sure, lots of times." "Oh, yeah, which one were you? The guy or the girl?" He and all his friends laughed as I turned bright red. "Um, I don't know, I was kidding. But I'd still like to see what it's like," I said. "Oh yeah? The sucking or the getting sucked?" Javier asked again as he put his hand on my thigh. His touch and the sensation of 'floating' that I'd started to feel after downing half the drink, gave me a new found confidence. I blurted out something that I'd only thought about alone at night on hot nights when the slightest breeze would make me sprout a boner, "I've always wanted to know what a guy feels like." There was a moment when the energy of the room suddenly changed and all eyes were intently focused on me as my own eyes darted from one tented lap to the next. "No time like the present, little man" Javier said as he got up from the couch and stood in front of me. The huge tent in his shorts was inches from my face and as I took hold of his waistband and pulled down his shorts, his thick uncut cock sprung up and slapped him on the navel as a drop of golden fluid flew from his cock head and landed on my lips. I licked my lips tentatively, the taste was a sweet yet salty mix. As if to the manor born, I leaned over and put his cock head in my mouth intending to mimic what the girl was doing in the movie. Javier gasped audibly and I heard Tomas exclaim, "No fucking way! We got us a cocksucker here!" I started trying to copy the girl in the movie and tried to stuff Javier's cock all the way in my mouth, but he was too long and too thick for me to manage more than half of it. "Oh fuck baby, you're gonna make me shoot but this isn't how I wanna cum. Let me see that cute little ass I've been wanting to fuck since I saw you," Javier said as he put his hands under my armpits and simultaneously lifted and turned me around. He pulled down my shorts and the next thing I felt was him pushing me so that I ended up kneeling on the couch as he went down on his knees, spread my ass cheeks, and this long wet tickling feeling directly on my asshole made me moan in absolute pleasure. I learned that day the heavenly feeling that having my ass eaten out brings. I turned my head nervously, wondering what the other guys must be thinking and I saw them both stand up, drop their shorts, and begin walking towards us with huge erections, the precum literally dripping down their shafts. Now, having just completed sex education in school and AIDs being this scary item almost daily on the news, I was afraid and told Javier "I've never done this before, but please put on a condom." "Fuck, Baby, how am I gonna own your ass if you don't take my cum?" He responded dejectedly. "It's cool," Daniel said, "I've got some, go ahead and put one on." Daniel handed him a gold colored packet and I heard the crinkle of the foil as Javier took the condom and started rolling it over his huge cock. "He's gonna need some lube. Go get the Vaseline" Javier instructed and Daniel rushed to the bathroom. I soon felt a cold greasy feeling as Javier began spreading it all over my hole and I soon felt his index finger go inside me, followed by another, and yet another as he tried to stretch my hole enough to accommodate his impressive hole wrecker. Up to this point, I'd tried carrots, cucumbers, and zucchinis, a veritable cornucopia of phallic vegetables. As a result, my hole easily relaxed with the familiar sensation of intrusion. "Oh man, baby, your hole is so tight and hungry, I love how you grip my fingers. I'm gonna love fucking you and making your hole my own personal cumdump," Javier whispered into my ear as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of my hole. "I think you're ready baby, take a deep breath and relax, I promise I'll be gentle." Javier, pulled his fingers out of my ass and stood up, I felt empty but not for very long. Soon, I felt what felt like a baseball spreading my crack and pushing directly right on my asshole. Daniel put a small brown bottle under my right nostril and said "Take a couple of deep breaths baby, trust me, you're gonna need this." I breathed in a pungent smell but within a couple of seconds, I felt this warm relaxing feeling rushing over me and my hole relaxed as Javier's big mushroom shaped cock head popped inside me and I felt my hole stretch wider than it had ever stretched before. As I said, I had had various tubular vegetables penetrate my hole before but, pardon the pun, this was no garden variety penetration. This was finally a grown man popping my cherry asshole and welcoming me into the world of man-on-man sex! "Ohh fuuuuck!" Javier groaned as he continued to slide his cock inside me and I felt my insides shift to accommodate the thick invader filling my tight, (but no longer virginal), ass. Finally I felt Javier's pubic hair scratching against my ass cheeks and pleasantly rubbing the rim of my asshole as he rested, fully planted balls deep inside me. "Fuck baby, I wish you could see how beautiful your hole looks stretched around my cock!" he exclaimed excitedly. He started slowly pulling his cock out of me and I could feel the rim of his cockhead rubbing inside me as he withdrew til only the head was in me. He pushed balls deep again and started a slow in and out sawing motion that had me trembling with pleasure, excitement, and what I can only describe as ecstasy. "I want to feel that!" Daniel said as he reached under us and started rubbing the rim of my hole and massaging the underside of Javier's cock as it continued to slide in and out of me on its greasy pleasure seeking voyage. Not wanting to be left out, Tomas got up and sat on the back of the couch and stuffed his thick uncut cock into my mouth and I was soon gagging on his hard fucker as Javier's thick cherry popper hit a spot inside me on the downstroke that sent shivers throughout my body. Now, unbeknownst to me, Daniel had started to slide his index finger in my hole alongside Javier's cock, using his thumb to massage the spot between my hole and my balls. That felt amazing and all I could think about was how great I felt with a cock in my mouth, and Daniel's added stimulation, with Javier's cock filling me as the icing on the cake! However, while I'd asked for a condom, they obviously intended to breed my young hole. As Javier slammed his cock balls deep inside me, Daniel slipped his finger inside the rim of the condom so that as Javier pulled out, Daniel essentially held the condom in place and it rolled up Javier's cock as he slid out of it. In a matter that took less than a second, Javier's cock popped completely out of my hole, Daniel's finger also slid out of me (with the condom around his finger, though I couldn't tell) but Javier's cock almost instantly shoved back in and my deflowering resumed. Javier's breathing quickened and his pistoning became erratic and he started grunting and groaning and I felt his hands squeezing my shoulders hard. "Fuck! I'm not gonna last! I'm gonna fill you up baby! Are you ready?!" "Yes!" I tried to say through a mouthful of Tomas' cock as I felt Javier slam his cock balls deep and hold it there, fully embedded in my ass. I felt this strange sensation as if Javier's cock was pulsing like a beating heart held in the grip of my hole and a warm feeling spread from deep inside me where his cock head was shooting his cum and bathing the walls of my ass in his hot sticky love juice. Javier collapsed on my back and I could feel his heart hammering against my shoulder like a rabbit trapped inside a cage too small to contain it. I was still frantically sucking Tomas' cock as he held the back of my head with one hand and caressed my cheek with the other. He was obviously enjoying my mouth but was controlling the pace so he wouldn't cum too quickly. Javier eventually caught his breath and slowly pulled his huge cock out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling and the need to be filled again. "Fuck Yeah! I want that ass right now!" Daniel exclaimed. I briefly pulled off of Tomas' cock to say, "Don't forget the condom please!" "Don't worry baby, we won't forget the condom," Daniel chuckled and I heard the familiar crinkling sound of another golden foil wrapper. Daniel's cock was slightly thicker than Javier's so he turned to Javier and said "Give him a couple of hits, he's gonna need them." Javier then placed the small brown bottle under my nose and once again I breathed in the pungent scent that I knew would give me that awesome warm rush. Indeed almost instantly, I felt an even bigger cock head pressing against my hole and I gasped as Daniel's cock head once again broke through my defenses. Now, while Javier's cock stood out straight from his body, Daniel's cock had a slight downward curve to it and the difference was definitely noticeable. From the first down stroke, I could feel his cock pressing on that magical spot inside me that sent shivers throughout my young body. "Damn Javier! You should take a closer look at how beautiful my cock looks stretching his hole." Daniel exclaimed, to which Javier responded by sliding his index finger inside me along Daniel's thick uncut fucker and proceeded to use his thumb to massage and stroke that amazing spot between my asshole and my balls. Unbeknownst to me, Javier had also stuck his finger under the condom's rim and was essentially rolling the condom up and off of Daniel's dick as Daniel shoved his hole wrecker balls deep in me and pulled out until only the edge of his cockhead was stretching my ass lips, almost completely barebacking me at this point. Just as Daniel had done, Javier shoved his finger knuckles deep in me and completely rolled the condom off of Daniel's hard baby maker. "Fuck Baby! I love how beautiful your hole looks as it stretches and struggles to take my cock!" Daniel said as he completely pulled his cock out of me as an excuse for Javier to extract the condom. Javier hooked his finger in a beckoning gesture and pulled his finger (and the condom) out of me but all I wanted at that moment was for anything, be it cock, finger, or vegetable to fill me up once again. By this point, my teen cock had been rock hard and since Daniel's first downward stroke, that tingling sensation in my balls had been building up in a crescendo, you know the one, that tingle in your nutsack that signals that your cum is gonna come shooting out of you any moment. I briefly pulled off of Tomas' cock and exclaimed, "Oh my God! I'm gonna cum!" "Go for it Baby!" Daniel encouraged me as the small brown bottle was once again place under my nose. Daniel timed the rush with his cock slamming back into me and his thrusts became frantic yet determined. I couldn't help myself anymore and as my first cum shot flew from my dick, my hole spasmed erratically and gripped his cock tighter than I'd ever clenched in my young life. This clearly pushed him over the edge and he slammed balls deep in me and let his cum flood my guts with a growl worthy of any Lion rutting to show the pride who the Alpha truly is. At the same time, Tomas had been thrusting his cock as far into my mouth as it could go and, holding my head forcefully against his lap, he began to cum. My choices were to swallow or drown and so swallow I did. As our orgasms subsided, Daniel hugged me against his chest and growled in my ear, "Your ass is mine Baby! From now on you're gonna want my dick, and my friends' dicks and we'll always be with you. We took your cherry and no one can take that from us!" The only response I have to that all these years later, is that he absolutely knew what he was talking about. For the next couple of days and the remainder of the summer, I continued to go to their apartment after my parents would leave for work, provided that they themselves didn't have to go to work. They became my first adult friends, and lovers, and Daniel eventually became my first boyfriend. I eventually caught on to the trick with the condoms but by that point it didn't I'd been bred dozens of time by then so I just shrugged and said, "Well, it does feel way better without a condom." Definitely NOT The End.

Chapter 1: Moving In I had just turned 18 and my home life was terrible. My mom and dad fought all the time. I needed a change bad. I looked online for a place to rent and after a couple of days I found an ad that caught my eye. 2 bedroom house in the country overlooking a lake. I contacted the guy and we agreed for me to stop by on Friday afternoon. I had my stuff already packed come Friday and made the 30 minute drive to his house. As I pulled up the house was gorgeous. 2 story brick house with a white picket fence. I parked the car and Greg met me outside. Nice looking guy probably early 40's I guessed. Around 6'2" compared to my 5'3". A little bit of a stomach but not too big. We chatted outside for a bit getting to know each other. I told him my situation and he seemed genuinely concerned. After about 20 minutes we made our way around to the back of the house. Behind the house was a nice little pond of around 20 acres. I did notice no other houses in site which meant it would be peaceful living here. I was already sold before seeing the inside. After some more idle chat Greg led me inside and showed me around. Downstairs was the living room and kitchen area. Upstairs were the 2 bedrooms each with their own bathroom. I was hooked. Greg saw my excitement. I told him I'd love to move in. He said great. But before you do there's something you need to know. He told me he was gay and loved to walk around nude being out in the country. I was a bit shocked but figured what the hell. I could bring a girl over and have nothing to worry about it. That's what I was thinking anyway. Knowing I was a full blown virgin and I was about to find out my true calling.

Part 5: The Gift With my ass in the air Daddy applied more lube to my hole and his cock. Daddy slowly inserted his cock into my hole driving me crazy. Because of the preparation Daddy did his cock was sliding in easily. But damn he was taking his time giving me his whole cock. My penis was steadily leaking precum from Daddy's slow and methodical entry into my hole. Goddamn Daddy was good. As slowly as Daddy was penetrating my hole it felt eternity before I even had half of his cock in my hole. My whole body was convulsing from the pure pleasure and excitement Daddy was causing by slowly inserting his cock into me. Goddamn as much as I wanted and needed to be fucked like a whore this was way more intense. After what must have been an hour of Daddy slowly and deliberately sliding his cock in my hole he finally bottomed out. God it felt so good to be completely stuffed by Daddy's cock. Daddy held his cock in place for several minutes before he slowly started pulling his cock back out. Again he pulled out just as slowly as he did when he entered my hole. The way his cock was just dragging across my prostate was too much. I exploded all over the bed underneath me. Daddy didn't stop at all as my body was shaking from the powerful orgasm. He just slowly kept backing his cock out of my hole. After 2 orgasms I was still hard. And I hadn't once touched my penis. After about an hour of Daddy slowly pulling his cock from my hole he had his cock completely out of my hole. The emptiness I felt was unbearable. Daddy applied more lube to my hole and his cock and repeated the same process. Daddy repeated this process over and over all night. Each time he was slowly withdrawing his cock I would have an orgasm but remain hard. After I don't maybe the seventh or eighth time, I lost count, of Daddy doing this he guided me to my stomach and laid on top of me with his cock entering my hole again. With his cock buried all the way inside my hole Daddy started kissing my neck while he then just barely lifted his hips from my ass and coming down giving me short strokes of his cock in my hole. I was completely exhausted by this point but the way he was slowly fucking me felt really great and I just relaxed. After about 30 minutes in this position Daddy asked me if I was ready to receive his gift. I was so weak I just shook my head yes. Without picking up any speed Daddy just kept his same pace and a few minutes later I felt my hole being flooded by Daddy's cum. And damn did he cum. He kept coming for a while. No doubt I would get Daddy's gift with the amount of cum he was putting in my hole. After I know a good five minutes Daddy finally stopped moving and just laid on top of me with his cock still in my hole. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I woke up Daddy was on top of me with his cock still in my hole even though he had went soft. I heard Daddy snoring a little bit so I didn't move just enjoying the feeling of having Daddy's cock still in me. I drifted back off to sleep with a grin on my face. Daddy's weight on me felt like a nice warm blanket and I didn't want to move. I could lay forever just like this with Daddy's cock in my hole. I was looking forward to seeing what Daddy does for an encore. What a wonderful surprise I had when I woke up.

In a parallel universe there is a post from the pissed off cumdump whining that he's been fucked but not bred!

Damn, wish Daddy was getting ready to own me. I'm not into fisting and still was rock hard leaking as Daddy worked that hole. Oink oink!

Yes, yes they have. [think before following links] https://www.quora.com/Can-we-see-the-HIV-virus-in-a-microscope

I had decided to go off my meds to mark my 20th anniversary of converting to POZ. My return to toxicity was to coincide with the beginning of my three month winter vacation on my favorite Mexican nude beach. I had been pozed during my very first visit to this out of the way beach town. My pozer was a handsome Mexican about ten years younger than myself, probably in his mid 30's. He had a slim, fit body but the outstanding feature was his gorgeous smile that lit up his entire face. Those warm inviting eyes just pulled me in and cemented my desire to submit to anything he had to offer. When I first noticed him standing still in a crowd of dancers on the beach I was taken by his smile but certain it was not meant for me. I was sure he was cruising the four naked gym bunnies dancing behind me. I certainly would have been if I thought I'd have half a chance. I couldn't figure out why he made no move to approach them. He just stood there and smiled in their direction. I couldn't help it, but I tried not to stare at him. His smile was so magnetic. I realized I was loosing the internal staring battle and decided on another tack. I danced over beside him and when I knew I had his attention motioned to the four and said 'yeah, they are hunks aren't they?' He smiled and shook his head. In broken English he said, "I saw you last night in the street. I said to myself what a handsome man." You could have pushed me over with a feather. I stuttered, "Oh ... uh ... um ... d ... do you wanna dance." We began to seductively dance around each other. Even though many were dancing naked he was wearing shorts and an open button down shirt, I was dancing in very baggy shorts that kept threatening to slip off. About the fifth time I reached to pull them back up he grabbed the waistband pulling me in for a close dance. We could now feel each other's erections through the shorts. He reached inside to hold my hardon and said, "Let's go take care of these. " I had no intention of resisting as he took my hand and led me down the beach. We soon established he spoke very little English and I speak no Spanish. He wanted me to know up front that he only plays the active role. I assured him I love the passive bottom role. He then led me to his impressive home by Mexican standards. Without fanfare we were toasting with shots of mezcal, three each in quick succession. Suitably tipsy any of our remaining clothes were quickly ripped off. I was led upstairs and under the mosquito netting on his bed. I immediately went down on his nine inch thick cock. His instant moans made it clear he was enjoying my oral technique and I was not disappointed that his fingers were already playing with my hole. He let me deep throat him for a while and tested my endurance by holding my head down from time to time. I love drinking down a load, especially if it's going to shoot against my tonsils but I had no desire to miss a ride on his beautiful fuck stick. I was relieved when he moved me up on my hands and knees and dove in to eat me out. There was lots of spit, tongue fucking and fingers stretching my hole. Clearly he had lots of experience preparing tight asses for the onslaught of his massive tool. Remember this was twenty years ago, condoms were the norm in hookup culture. Most of the time you didn't even need to say anything, you could usually count on the top to automatically sheath up. That's why I was a bit surprised when he introduced his raw cock head to my bare hole. Without checking my assumption I decided he was just teasing me and decided I would tease him by pushing back . 'Just the tip' I thought, 'how could that hurt. ' With his raw cock head penetrating my hole I turned enough to see his face. He winked and bathed me in that stunning seductive smile. Every thought went out of my head and I became pudy just waiting for him to do whatever he wanted. He raised his eyebrows which I interpreted as him daring me and without a thought we both participated in him suddenly being balls deep bareback in my ass. If there was a thought in my mind it was 'fuckin dominate me man, take whatever you want. ' After giving my ass a moment to adjust he leaned into my ear and whispered, "ready?" I just nodded my head and he laid into a powerful doggy style pounding of my ass. I was so engrossed by the fuck that I totally forgot we had no protection. Totally lost track that a stranger was barebacking me for the first time in about 15 years. Twenty minutes of "harder", "deeper" and we were both soaked in sweat and panting like dogs. I motioned for a break and he pulled out of me. I instantly wanted him back in but he had left the room. He returned with a joint and glasses of water. Leaning against the bed head we shared the joint and topped up on water. Our free hands were stocking each other's cocks back to hardness. Soon he was maneuvering my head to line my mouth back up with his cock. Without much thought I gobbled it down. Soon he was lining up to take my ass missionary style and even though I watched his raw cock slide in I didn't protest or resist. I was in fuck heaven, my ass was his to do as he pleased. Besides his magnificent eyes kept me mesmerized. After about twenty minutes he had moved my legs over my shoulders and bent me in half. The full weight of his body pinned me in this awkward position. It hurt a great deal, but even more so I was ecstatic that he was totally in control and claiming me so fully. He'd become a drill press and his big raw cock the bit punching deep inside my very being. One thought dominated my mind by this point. 'I just want to make him cum. ' 'I want to give him the pleasure of an awesome orgasm. ' My excitement and anticipation grew as his breathing grew more and more erratic. One final thrust, he pinned my tortchered body and shot rope after rope deep into my guts. My first raw load in years. I was over the moon! He asked me to stay the night. We spooned with him at my back and quickly fell into a deep sleep. In the wee hours of morning we awoke a couple of times and each time he proceeded to drill press another load deep into my vulnerable guts. He cooked breakfast as I showered. I came down only wrapped in a towel and found him finishing up working only in a short sirong. As we sat across from each other I let my eyes drop from his gorgeous smile and for the first time focused on admiring his slim body. No six pack, but very close. Well defined hairless chest and shoulders but not gym manicured. Only then did I realize he had two black tattoos. The first a simple arrow on the side of his stomach pointing toward his cock. The second a small black plus sign to the left and slightly above his sexy left nipple. I chocked on my coffee. "Ah ... um .... fuck man, is that what I think it is?" "What?" "The tattoo on your chest?" "Si." "You're HIV positive?" "Si" "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" "Why?" "I've got three of your loads in me. You may have infected me!" "Si, didn't you want?" "What the fuck man! What made you think I wanted to be pozed? " "I never hid it, my shirt was open when we met. You came home with me to get fucked, no?" "Yeah, but I hadn't seen the tattoo." "You didn't stop me ... ask for condom." "How long? How long have you been poz?" "Si, quattro " "Four years?" "No months." "Meds?" "No." "Fuck man you could be very toxic!" "Si, very toxic." "Have you infected other guys?" "Si, si, dose" "Did they know it was you?" "Uno si, dose no. We were drunk." "What did he do when he found out?" "Left his wife and had me fuck him again." "And the first guy asked for it?" "Si, si! Begged for it like you. 'Breed me, fuckin breed my ass!' " "I didn't beg for it." "Si, si, second time. And third 'fuckin A man, fuckin knock me up ' begged for my toxic letche. " "Holy fuck man ... no!" Opening his sirong and waving his massive tool he asked "You no want?" All said with that seductive smile and those warm inviting eyes. I was on my knees with his cock deep in my throat in an instant. Next thing I knew I was bent over the breakfast table taking him up my ass. RAW, BAREBACK! This time he had asked before sliding in, "condom?" "Yes" He moved to go get one and was opening the packet as he moved back in behind me. Just as he was about to roll it on I was surprised to hear my voice ... "wait... wait ...why bother? ... fuck me raw, knock me up if you already haven't!" And he did, breeding me several times per day for the next three days 'til I flew home. Two weeks to the day of taking his first toxic loads I was admitted to hospital sick as a dog. Now it was twenty years later and I was going back to celebrate my conversion with style. What better way than to breed and poz some ass. He and his partner had also taken med breaks so they'd be toxic to recharge me; and, as many other negative guys as my three months would permit.

I saw him three days later. Again the cum dump in the middle of the beach orgy. He'd never made it to a clinic. A month later he came up to me one morning as I was nude sunbathing. I didn't get the super friendly welcome he'd offered when we met. In fact he was clearly pissed. "You fuckin knocked me up you bastard. Who the fuck do you think you are? Pozing unsuspecting guys! Get a biohazard tattoo for fuck sake! " I knew there was no sense in trying to reason with him. I just reached up and stroked his semi hard cock. He pulled away and bolted. The next night he was again at the orgy. As usual his sexy otter energy had him recieving lots of creampies, but he was also serving up toxic cum to at least three asses. I was close enough for the entire second pump and dump that I know he didn't breath a word about his newly acquired toxic status. Once again I was having a slow night. A few guys groped me, front and back. Two guys offered to suck me and had good oral skills, but if I wasn't going to get any up my ass I was determined to breed some cute young thing. The crowd had become quite a crush, I couldn't move without bumping into guys. A hand took hold of my semi hard cock. It was an attractive, slim young man wearing a leather chest and crotch harness. As he fondled my crotch he kept looking around the crowd, never once looking at me. He began to pull me through the crowd by my now fully hard erection. He stopped to talk to a tall handsome young German lad. As they made small talk I felt around the harnessed guys hole. Wet and sloppy for sure. I slid my raw cock in and he never even interrupted his conversation with the German. The German winked at me and told the guy I was fucking how hot he looked. Asked him how many loads he was carrying from the orgy. "Not sure. Maybe two, maybe five? I'm never sure if they all cum ." "How many cocks been in there?" "Haha, at least a dozen. " "You take any precautions?" "No way, totally natural for me. This brew in me could be pozing me as we speak. I don't care, it's gonna get me sooner or later. " I was silently depositing as he spoke. The German again winked at me and said to him; "Fuckin hot man. Love your leze fair attitude." Although my orgasm was silent, it was one of the deepest most satisfying releases I had ever experienced. I pulled my cock out and stuck a finger in to enjoy the toxic mix. It tasted fantastic. I didn't say a word, I just shuffled through the crowd and headed home down the beach. Three nights later I had better luck. A big bear, a slim black man and an old man (70's) had bred me. A cute young Mexican twink had watched at least two of them cum in me. When the old man finished the young twink pulled me to the side away from the crowd. He played with my cock as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. As we broke our lip lock he whispered, "Eat my ass " then turned and bent over. It was a sweet tight hairless rose bud. So tight my tongue could hardly fuck in. He was moaning with deep pleasure. He didn't say it but his moans begged 'fuck me.' I stood and teased his hole with my substantial cock head. I was waiting to see if he would say or ask anything. He just kept moaning so I started to push in and he definitely pushed back on. When I was balls deep I gave him a moment to adjust. When he reached back and tapped my thigh I began a slow and steady rutting motion. His moans just grew in volume, "Oh yeah fuck me daddy, claim my virgin ass." I thought, 'holy fuck, I wonder if he has any idea what he's got himself into?' But the hole situation was just too smoking hot and my poz balls exploded and painted inside his no longer virgin guts "Don't cum in me." "Fuck man, too late!" He pulled off, stood and faced me. "Did you just cum in my ass? Please tell me you didn't! Please tell me you were wearing protection. " "I .... awe .... um" As I stuttered he reached around to check and came back with a dripping finger. "Fuck man, you better be clean. You shouldn't have cum in me! I can't get pozed from my first fuck man!" "Then you better get to a clinic or emerge." "Fuck you're toxic? You just knocked up my virgin ass without warning me?" "You didn't ask, and your virgin hole was to tight and inviting for me to last, especially when you confirmed it had never been breached before. Sorry " "Sorry, sorry? You had no right. ... Suck it out, suck your poison out of me. " If this was to be my punishment I was all in. I feltched out as much as I could. "Don't swallow yet, I want to be sure you cleaned me out. Show me your mouth. " I opened wide, he moved in for a close look and spat in my face. I decided this was my invitation to leave, turned and found three young guys had been watching us. They moved in to lick my face clean and each received a snowball of my toxic cum. The tallest was bent over and backing on my fuck stick in no time. I asked the three how much they had seen and heard. "Everything! It was so fuckin hot. We need your DNA. We're on PreP, the guy your cock is in is chasing. "

I suggest 3 "our father's", 5 "holy schemoley's", and 20 "mercy-fucks" ... oh - and don't count those beads 50 times, wear them to an orgy.

The question was, "what does the gay community think of cumdumps?" I don't care what the "gay community" thinks of cumdumps. I only care that there are men who offer up their raw Holes in every conceivable situation, every possible place, any time we need them. These men - "cumdumps" - are hero's in my book. They need to take raw Cocks, they need to have Sperm pumped up their Holes, perhaps even more than we Tops need to fill them. They feel a duty to accommodate our Cocks "on demand". They thrill to our Lusts, having their own Lusts sated by our raw Cocks pumping loads up their guts. They deserve medals - the DSC comes to mind, with one minor substitution. Where would we Tops be without cumdumps ???

THE CHEATING BREED I had only just taken a load off a horny Indian lad when a 26 yr old messaged to say he was close and needed to dump a load. When I told him I’d just taken a load he was def up for sloppy seconds. Apparently he had just dropped his bf off for an eye test, so didn’t have long. It had to be quick, anon and totally discrete. Sure enough, less than 10 mins later he was stood behind me. I heard him unzip then felt his semi 8 inches slap against my ass. He took my poppers off me and took a couple of hits. Then he was pushed up against my hole, another hit, and he was in. He didn’t waste any time in giving me a good hard pounding. It was clear he needed to dump a load and the clock was ticking. His forceful thrusts were constant and perfectly timed. He pounded like a machine and only paused to take another popper hit. He was working any frustrations he had out inside my cunt. His speed picked up and it was clear he was close and then came the release. Some extra hard thrusts has him dumping his load inside me and I felt his hot spunk unload. He finished off with a few gentle final thrusts and he was done. He added, ‘BIG SLUT’ to my already tagged ass and left as he headed back to collect his boyfriend!

The OP’s original question is actually almost too vague to be properly considered, given the lack of information provided. We are told that: * He has a girlfriend * He is a cumdump * He takes cock bareback * His practices are ‘nasty’ by his definition, but that could mean anything That’s it. That’s all we know. We can deduce that he’s at least a vers bottom, but we know nothing else. On the basis of this he asks us what he ought to do. About what? Is he asking whether he should continue having a hetero relationship since he knows he enjoys mansex? Is he asking whether he should tell her that he has sex with men? We have no idea whether she knows or not. Is he asking whether he’s putting her at risk? Is he asking whether he should stop having sex with men altogether? Is he asking whether he should stop barebacking? Is he asking what he needs to do so that he can continue taking cock bare in a way that doesn’t endanger her? Is he more concerned about the potential of her finding out his secret if he ends up diagnosed positive? Is he even thinking in terms of what the honorable thing is to do, or is he simply focused on how he can have his cock and his pussy, too? The answers so far have all been based on assumptions made in the absence of information on any of this, and while any of the advice might be useful, we’re really just throwing darts with our eyes shut and hoping we hit the target. I certainly don’t feel as though I know enough to try to advise him beyond pointing out that no one has the right to knowingly put someone else at risk. What he should do with that awareness - that’s more than I can say at this point.

Light me up a cigarette, and put it in my mouth.

Youre on Breeding.zone.

PART FOUR I was kneeling in front of David, cleaning his cock when his phone rang. "HEY! I hoped you'd be watching......did you enjoy the show? I thought you would......hold on I'll put you on speaker.." and he put the phone next to the table where I was kneeling. "Is this your new boy James I've been hearing so much about?" the voice said from the phone. "No...it's actually an even newer one!...." David said. "And better!" I giggled, interrupting "His name's Josh and he'd never even been with a guy before he'd been with me so he's my good boy. Can you see the guy over there Josh?" He asked me, pointing at a nearby apartment building. I could see a guy waving & I waved back. "That's one of my very good friends Jerome." "You sure know how to pick 'em David." Jerome said. "Would you like me to fuck you as well my new friend?" He'd barely completed his question before I shouted, "Yes please!" in reply. "What an eager young man you are, and have you been fully converted yet?" It was funny, I kept hearing about being converted. I wasn't sure what else I needed to do to prove that I loved being fucked. "I think I have!" "Well, you definitely will be by the time I'm finished with you. Now David and I need to talk about when I can come over, can you get him hard while we talk please my good boy?" David took Jerome off speaker as I knelt in front of him. It was such a great feeling to be sucking cock in the sunshine and I positioned myself so Jerome could check out my arse as I sucked David. I was too busy sucking (& loving it!) to be paying attention to what David was saying to Jerome: "Yeah......real pleasant surprise....nah no chance he can get any, he's here for the week....told him I had COVID....course not!.....he's so fucking high he won't be paying attention to any of this....few loads but can't hurt to try yours too...probably an hour or so before it wears off? So bring some if you've got it.....piss mainly.....nah, no idea...yeah, the lube's got it too....don't worry about it, the kid's a dirty fucker....I know! See ya in 10" It was then he tapped me on the head, I looked up his dick still in my mouth. "Jerome was so excited seeing you in action, he's gonna come over OK? He'll probably wanna fuck you today, is that alright with you?" I was so excited by the prospect, I smiled through David's dick but wanted to make sure he was alright with it. "Are you OK with it though David, I don't wanna do it if it'll make you unhappy..." "My boy, nothing makes me hornier or happier than seeing other daddies fucking you OK? Just think of it a special gift I'm making sure that you're getting. Now get your daddy good & hard before Jerome arrives..." END OF PART FOUR

I despise this topic being in the HIV and Sexual Health section because the title basically begs the ignoramuses to crawl out if the woodwork and regurgitate still more pro-pozzing blather as if it were an equally valid point of view, just another lifestyle choice like deciding how to wear your hair, instead of a question that bears on the health of not only the individual but every person the individual has intimate contact with. Statements along the lines of “I’m now enjoying fucking freely in my permanent pursuit of pleasure” or “I got a prescription for PrEP but didn’t bother to fill it because there’s no need - I’m now free to be fucked by everyone” make me grind my teeth. Permanent pursuit of pleasure? No need of prevention because you’ve arrived at Shangri-Fucking-La? This is what is going to happen - you’re going to fuck and celebrate how glorious it is to be poz, and fuck some more, and tell everyone how lucky you are… and then one day, out of the blue, you’ll get a headache. Or a cough. And that headache or that cough will get bad enough that you have to go to the doctor. And the doctor will check you out, and his brow will crease, because this is no ordinary headache, no ordinary cough. They’ll run a few tests. Then they’ll run a few more. Then you get a fever, and the doctor decides you need to go to the hospital. By this point the headache feels like hammers in your skull. After a couple of days in the hospital, where you’re hooked up to IVs, you wake up to find a row of specialists at your bedside. They say, “Sir, we’re sorry to have to tell you that you have AIDS. Your immune system has been decimated and you are suffering from fungal meningitis. We will do what we can to save you. Right now, you must go to have fluid drained from your spine.” What? How can that be? You’re poz! You’re free! You’re permanently in the clear to live it up, and fuck every day with abandon, living every day as though it were your last. Well, guess what. That night, you have a stroke, brought on by the fungal meningitis that you got because the HIV you wanted so much ate your body’s defenses down to nothing. Maybe you don’t survive the stroke. Maybe you do, but you can’t walk straight, or talk right, or sign your own name anymore, or remember how to finish sentences when you’re talking. But hey, you’re alive. You get to go home. But things aren’t the same. You feel like absolute shit, you have no energy at all, and that sweet toned ass you were so keen to show off loses its tone because you just can’t exercise - you have no energy, and you’ve lost your balance. You wanted permanent? Sweetie, you’ve got permanent now, big-time. The damage to your body you get to live with from now on. No need for pills? Au contraire, mon frére - now you must take your ART pill every fucking day without fail, or the poz you wanted so much will take any opportunity it can get to pick up right where it left off killing you. And then you get shingles, because your body forgot you had chicken pox as a kid. And your junk gets covered with molluscum for months, which nobody with a healthy immune system gets because a healthy immune system can beat molluscum easy. You just don’t have one. In fact, you’re going to have to get quite a few vaccinations just to cover the absolute minimum that an immune system has to do until your body fights its way back to some kind of immune competence. Which could take months. Or years. You’ll see a lot of doctors, and you’ll see them often. Hope you’ve got good insurance and a really understanding employer, because you’re going to need some time off work. Like, a lot of time off work. Depending on how bad the stroke was, maybe permanent time off work, but hey - you’re all about permanence, right? So bonus! Fast-forward a few years. Maybe you’ve recovered most of the function you lost from the stroke, but your body will never be what it used to be. Neither will your immune system, which has struggled to get close to what would be the minimum normal for anyone healthy. You get sick a lot. You have to be careful. You’re back to fucking - hey, why not, you’re poz! Free as fuck to indulge in your permanent search for pleasure. Except you get tired more easily, and your body isn’t as attractive and never will be again, and in the back of your mind every evening, you think Don’t forget to take your pill. Because now, you never, ever, ever forget that you are HIV Positive. It’s with you always, and most of the time there’s not one thing sexy about it. It’s the millstone around your neck you can never take off. And as if it weren’t bad enough that you’re willing to do this to yourselves, some of you are perfectly willing to irresponsibly pass your contagion on to others because you can’t be fucking bothered. Worse still, there are sick, psychopathic motherfuckers who want to intentionally inflict all of that on somebody else. If you are one such person, please, please go straight to hell. I mean, why wait? And can we please dispense with that ridiculous tripe about how anybody who walks into a bathhouse has to expect to be exposed to pozzing? NO, We DON’T. These arguments are nothing more than apologists for giver/chasers who believe they ought to be allowed to indulge their insane fetish in the population at large, and infect people at random in a setting where they are at their most vulnerable. Yes, when I go ass-up at a bathhouse I’m aware of and accept the risk that STDs may be in circulation, but there is no reason that the community has to tolerate the inflicted harm - not risk, inflicted harm - of untreated poz men who either by negligence or intent pass on their disease to the unwary. Another poster above apologized that his answer might not be exciting. You’re not getting an apology from me. What you just read is what I’ve lived. No, it’s not fucking exciting. Learn the difference between reality and fantasy before it kills you.

I have been asking the same questions, so it is obviously more than 30. I think patience is the key, I felt similar to you when I first started, now I understand everyone goes through this. I have managed not to take it personally.

Part 2: Feeling Around As we agreed on my moving in Greg helped me with my few bags I had. Once we got my bags inside Greg helped me put my things away and get settled. Once finished we headed downstairs and Greg fixed us a couple of sandwiches while we talked some more. I was getting really comfortable with him and by the bulge in his shorts I was quite certain he was enjoying having me here. I hadn't ever paid attention to a guy before but his bulge was rather evident. I tried everything I could to concentrate on the conversation but my eyes kept staring at his bulge. I also felt my own penis getting hard which confused me a lot because I had never thought about men like that before. I was certain I was straight. Before I knew it the sandwiches were gone and I was just staring at Greg while he talked. I would nod when he asked me a question and involuntarily stare at his bulge. Before I knew it he asked if I had a girlfriend and I shook my head no. He then asked if I had a boyfriend and for some reason instead of being upset or shaking my head no I just automatically replied"No Sir." Wait. What did I just say? I was confused by my own response. Greg just smiled and reached out his hand and stroked my face. I responded by leaning into his hand and moaning. What was happening to me? Greg just smiled and said"Well, maybe we can fix you having a boyfriend." His hand felt so good that I said"Yes Sir." What the hell was happening to me. Greg stood up started taking off his clothes. Before I realized it his cock was staring me in the face. It was huge. I'm guessing 10 inches long and thick. I couldn't control myself. I reached out and touched his cock. I was in a trance. As I was feeling his cock Greg slowly stroked my hair. The head of his cock started oozing precum and I instinctively took my finger and scooped it up and brought it to my mouth. Greg moaned as he continued stroking my head. Instinct took over and I opened my mouth to take his cock in. I don't know what came over me. But after his cock entered my mouth it felt natural. I slowly sucked his cock because I wasn't sure what I was doing. Greg just let me enjoy myself without ever forcing me to do anything. After sucking his cock for a few minutes my mouth was getting sore. I backed off of Greg's cock and when I looked up at Greg he was smiling. He had me stand and bent down to give me a kiss. It was so hot. His lips felt great on mine. He parted my lips with his tongue as we stood there kissing. I was vaguely aware that my penis was aching because it was so hard. Greg broke the kiss and helped me undress. He then lifted me up and carried me across the threshold into his room where my life was about to change forever.

Chapter 2 With the joint gone he moved over the top of the Pig once again. This time the Pig was still apprehensive about sucking it deep but was licking the head like it was candy. He was loving the tasty treat dripping from it. The top guy was getting a little anxious also and wanted more action on his aching cock and balls. He grabbed the thin bullet vibrator that they had played with before and lubed it up. He went down to the base of the Pigs cock. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t taken to the throat before. When he had all the cock in his mouth he slid the bullet up the Pig’s ass and turned it on. The Pig started thrashing around with the feeling of his cock in a mouth to the base and the stimulation he as getting in his ass. While doing this he hadn’t noticed that he inadvertently stared sucking over half the top guys cock into his mouth and was enjoying the lewdness of the act. Up to now he thought it was only women that sucked cocks even though he had seen pictures and one vid of this. The women were usually prostitutes or whores that sucked cocks and enjoyed it. His wife would never think of doing this. The top guy was enjoying the attention that his cock was finally getting. He noticed that the Pig’s cock was really getting hard and it looked like his balls were drawing up. He figured that the Pig would be shooting soon and he didn’t want that yet. He still wanted the cherry he was looking at that had a thin vibrator in. what the Pig didn’t know was that this guy broke more than one Pigs ass. He had broken a few 18 year old guys that thought they it was not really big deal and would be easy. At least they thought that until he had the head of his cock in their virgin asses and pushed the entire length up their newly formed cunt, ripping that delicate rosebud in the process. He loved hearing the youngsters squeal like a pig while wiggling around under is pole, they would be thinking that the movement would dislodge the pole up there asses not understanding that the movement would only help the pole to penetrate deeper. The Top guy stopped the Vibrator but the Pig was still fucking himself in the probe in his ass. The pig was mumbling something but with the cock in his mouth he couldn’t make it out but the feeling on his cock was great. The Top pulled the vibrator out of the Pigs ass and lubed two fingers and wormed them into the Pigs ass. He could hear the Pig saying ouch and easy. He took his time with it. He took the Pigs cock deep n his mouth and then pushed the two fingers all the way up the Pig’s ass. He squealed a little but not much. He stated to slowly move the fingers around his prostate and lifted up off the Pigs cock and pulled his cock out of the Pig’s mouth. It made a plopping sound because the Pig was really sucking on the fat cock in his mouth. He asked the Pig “ Are you ready to try this? “. The Pig replied “ Yes, Very much. He kept his fingers up the Pig’s ass to keep him centered on what was coming. He gave the joint to the Pig and told him to finish it. The Pig didn’t need any help this time. He was taking deep hits and holding it. The Top could see they were having the desired effect on the Pig, His eyes were glassy and his face was red. After the Pig finished the joint he told him that his cock needed a bit more hep. The Pig didn’t hesitate in sucking the cock as deep as he could into his mouth. The Pig said that he was the only one he did this with because he knew he was safe. The Tops cock was hard as nails and ready for the task ahead, Destroying a once virgin ass. He pulled his fingers out of the Pig’s ass and told him to roll over on his stomach. The Pig did and the Top saw a really nice bubble butt in front of him. Most teenagers’ asses are skinny or fat and not that comfortable to break but this ass was meant to be bred and pounded. He thought that guys that only wanted twinks are really missing some great possibilities. He wanted to take it easy on his friend so he could enjoy it and let him up that ass again. The Top Climbed on top of the Pig’s legs pining him down to the bed. He reached over and got some more lube and coated his cock. With one hand he Pulled apart the Pigs cheeks and with the Other he placed the head of his hard pulsing cock against the Pigs anus.

The sling was the best invention! To get bound in one is so comfortable. It's better than getting bound to a bed. Your ass and head are at the perfect hight.. Last time I was on one I was bound and hooded with the mouth open so i can suck and get fucked not seeing anything.. Being like that heightens the arousal. I didnt have any clue how many guys were there. Could have been 2 or 20. Know idea.. Just getting eaten, filled with piss and fucked for a few hours.. I even fell asleep or passed out a little. Dont know don't care it was such a great night. My hole was sore for a month! Lol If you can get one get it!!

I also purchased one from Forttroff last year and it’s with my fuckbud @Sexyboy. We have used it a few times and it’s probably the best purchase I have made! I had a few pics but due to the file size I couldn’t upload them here. I really like the one from forttroff. It’s a good build quality and very solid. There are also a lot of accessories that can be added, such as a convex mirror above the sling. It gives a great view to the bottom. The website is forttroff.com Get a sling (if you can afford it). You won’t regret it!

Four days later I joined my pozer for his early morning skinny dip. His boyfriend was sleeping in. As we warmed in the early morning sunshine after emerging from the water he pulled out his cell phone. I could see he was opening his photo gallery and couldn't imagine what he wanted to show me. The picture he opened showed his boyfriend being fucked by their gardener. I tried to read his face, was that a genuine smile or was it hiding anger. "I took these yesterday." The next pictures showed his boyfriend getting railed by two gringo bears . The pictures had been taken through the window of a poolside washroom. I knew the big shower stall having been bred there by a different cheating boyfriend. I feared how many more pictures he had. My stomach was in my throat. Before he could proceed I asked; "Wow! Did you have any idea?" "I guess I should have, but until yesterday, no." "What are you going to do? Are you pissed ... angry?" "Not at him ... maybe at bit with you. " Busted, there was now a picture taken through my room window of his boyfriend fucking me as the nightwatchman fucked his boyfriend. "I'm surprised, maybe a bit disappointed. But when I saw him with the gardener I was actually relieved. I didn't need to feel so guilty about cheating with you. I actually fucked the gardener later yesterday. Upped my cheating game." "I could tell from their talk the bears were barebacking and breeding him. I realized he'd probably never stopped hooking up and I got incredibly turned on. " "When I caught you with him I was initially angry you hadn't told me, especially after I cheated with you. Then as I watched your threesome hot session I got so turned on. My feelings shift to admiration that you cheat with both of us and protect our secrets from each other. He doesn't know about us does he?" I lied, "No, of course not." "Good. Please come for dinner tonight. I want to have some fun. " I spent the day a bit frightened but mostly curious. The gardener was approaching their home as I arrived. Once again we could see they were fucking in the kitchen as we arrived. The door was open and we were called in immediately. The gardener was instructed to bend me over the counter and catch up. The boyfriend was about to get a load up his ass and so should I. It was only then I saw the gardener's dick must have been 11 inches. He wasted no time in lubeing me with vegetable oil and gave me little time to adjust before pounding me silly. Both tops climaxed with loud groans simultaneously. The boyfriend and I were instructed to feltch each other. To lube and double penetrate the gardener. The boyfriend protested, "But I can't, we are monogamous." My pozer; "Oh right, then our friend will have to breed the gardener as we watch." Smiling the gardener bent over the counter, I lubed him with vegetable oil and returned his favor. By now everyone was naked and the meal was served. There was lots of footsie activity under the table. We moved to the living room and my pozer spoke; "Being here with three super hot sexy naked guys has me fully horned up. I need to fuck somebody and I need to do it now. I'm going to spin the bottle and fuck whoever it stops at." The boyfriend; "You can't do that, we're monogamous. " "Then you want to pray it stops at you. Otherwise as of that moment we open the relationship. Deal?" "Fuck man, yeah, deal. " It seemed the bottle took forever to stop. It finally slowed approachinag the gardener, but it moved past and stopped pointing at the boyfriend. Pozer and boyfriend looked each other in the eye and the boyfriend reached out and turned the bottle to me. He proclaimed to my pozer; "Okay, we're officially in an open relationship." I was bent over the coffee table and mounted. The gardener was instructed to bring my pozer's phone to him. He opened the photo gallery and proceeded to show us the first picture of the gardener fucking the boyfriend. The next picture was the threesome in my room. "I suspect these are not the first times you cheated on me. Yes we are now officially open. Fuck, I'm ready to cum. " And my ass was flooded again. My pozer to his boyfriend; " Now you are going to drop what I suspect is a toxic poz load into him and we'll take him out to pimp for the night. Send him home with a dozen loads if we can. " The boyfriend proceeded to breed me and we were off to the gay bar. They managed to get 5 guys to fuck me there, 3 bred me. Then at a dark spot on the beach they each took turns on my ass again attracting a crowd and another six loads sprayed my guts. In the midst of this the boyfriend fed me his cock. I was able to see my pozer lead a handsome burly guy up behind his boyfriend. I pulled off long enough to watch my pozer guide the burly guys unsheathed cock into his boyfriend's ass. He proceeded to sandwich fuck the burly guy. As my mouth filled with the boyfriend's hot cum I could tell both he and the sandwiched guy were receiving loads up their eager asses. Yes, their relationship was now publicly open.

Hell yeah, definitely get one. I bought a sling last year and it's permanently up. It puts my boy's (or anyone else's) asshole at the perfect height and with the bottoms' ankles in the stirrups I can spread his legs wide and high to Give me easy and deep access. My boy loves me riding his ass in. the sling - it's comfortable for him and I can vary his experience by raising or lowering his shoulders above or below his ass. Plus, most bottoms love being fucked in a sling. You won't regret buying it.

7 I'd never been in a place like this before. I always thought I was better than them. It just felt sleazy. But now I was on a mission to become a mother, and I didn't care who had to fuck me to get the job done. I approached the counter and asked the worker how the booths worked. She said I could stay back there as long as I was paying for videos. I could keep feeding dollars in a machine, or if I bought something from the store, I could watch for free. Seeing that I had no cash, I started looking for something to buy. As I wandered through the store, I couldn't help but feel that man's load seeping out of me. Then it dawned on me what to buy. I headed to buttplug section and picked out one of the larger ones that would certainly keep future loads inside. After I paid for it, the cashier pointed to a door at the back of the store and said, "Have fun!" I wasn't here for fun. I was on a mission. I dashed to the back of the store and opened the door, which lead me down a dark stairwell to the basement. It reeked of sex, sweat, and mildew. I didn't care. I wasn't there for romance. I saw a line of doors that looked like the changing room in a department store. Along the other wall, I could see several men standing around. I'm sure there's some kind of etiquette in a place like this, but I had no time for bullshit. I turned to the shadowy figures and said rather loudly. "I'm going in booth three. Anyone can fuck me but no condoms and no pulling out." As soon as I stepped into booth three, I heard the door next to me open as well. I already had a taker. I dropped my pants, kept on my jock, and pressed my open pussy against the glory hole. Just seconds later, a cold hand reached through and fingers prodded my hole. There was no need to loosen me up since I was open and wet from the pounding earlier. Soon he removed his fingers and I felt his cock head at my opening. I started to push back on his cock, driving it into my pussy. I rode that cock hard and fast. I wasn't there for pleasure, just seed. In a couple of minutes, I heard a growl through the wall as he buried his seed inside me. As I recovered from the intensity, I could hear him pull up his pants and leave. The door barely closed before another man entered. I kept my pussy in place and before long, another cock was inside me. This one felt longer than the last. I could hear him moaning through the wall as he pumped my puss. He lasted longer than the first guy, but it's still not long before he blows his seed deep in my hole. I could feel it splash, hopefully meaning it was a big load. At some point, I lost count of how many loads were blasted into my guts. Sure there was some pain, but nothing I couldn't handle. Then at some point, I hear the basement door open and the cashier yell, "It's closing time. Everybody wrap it up." My work here was done. I reached down to the plastic bag and got out the new butt plug. I thought it would be difficult to get it inside me, but I had no trouble. Those cocks had really opened up my pussy. As I left the store and the sun started to rise in the sky, my phone vibrated. It was him. "No worries, I had lots of fun. Hope your family is fine. Oh, and keep the ring. You certainly earned it." I looked at the ring and smiled. Then I started walking back to campus with my flooded pussy.

5 He soon returned to the room, but his clothes did not. There he stood with a hairy chest and muscular body: a real man. But the best part was his massive cock. I'd never seen a white cock that big before, even in porn. And just below it were two big balls I could tell were full of cum. He climbed on the bed and started kissing me again while pulling on my nipples. Then he stopped and looked me right in the eyes. He didn't break his stare as he gently grabbed my right hand and placed it on his massive cock. "Go ahead honey, it's yours now," he said with pride. I let out a big smile as I began feeling his long and thick cock, now with both hands. Then I took his balls into my hands, not believing how heavy and full they were. He moved his cock toward my face and I sprung into action. I kissed, licked, and sucked that gigantic tool like my future depended on it...because it did. He let out moans and the occasional words of encouragement as his cock got harder and harder in my mouth. He then pulled away and I must have made a very sad face. He just laughed and said, "Don't worry my love, we're just getting started." He laid down on his back and instructed me to climb on top of him the opposite direction. I was soon bobbing on his cock again. I felt him pulling on my now wet pink panties. At this point he could do anything to me and I wouldn't protest, but I did hope he wasn't going to waste effort on my little dick and balls. Then I realized he was only pulling down the back of the panties to expose my pussy. I let out a giant moan (his cock still crammed in my mouth) as his tongue glided across my pussy lips. Soon his tongue was making love to my hole and I could barely concentrate on sucking his cock because I was in so much ecstasy. Then he started to work a finger in my hole, and then another. I was tight but welcomed the intrusion. Once a third finger soddomized my special place, he knew I was ready. He gently picked me up off of him and laid me flat on the bed. He said in a deep and masculine voice, "Tell me what happens now, sweetheart." I replied with, "You fuck my pussy. You fill me up with your seed. You knock me up. You give me a baby." He put on a crooked smile as he spread my legs and instructed me to hold them back. He slipped the string of the panties to the side to expose my hungry hole. Next I felt his massive cock head at my pussy door. It started poking inside of me. The pain was unreal. I'd never been fucked by something this big before! My combination of moans and winces were encouraged by him saying, "That's right baby, let it all out. I know what you need. You'll remember this night forever." I sure hoped I would. To help me get through the pain, I pushed my hand with the ring on it into my leg. That feeling of cold metal on my skin was a reminder of the commitment I'd made not just to please him tonight as his wife, but to myself to get impregnated. As his massive tool bottomed out in my pussy, he held it there so I could get used to the feeling. I'd never felt more full! He leaned in and kissed me as my pussy began to relax and let his cock explore. Soon the pain vanished and I felt nothing but pure pleasure. I couldn't believe the sounds I was making as his cock plugged away at my insides. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he looked into my eyes and said, "Are you ready for your husband to inseminate you?" I could barely get the words out between moans, "Yes! Give me your babies!" Just like that, he let out a roar from deep inside his body and drove his cock as deep into me as possible. I could feel it pulsating around inside me, imagining all those sperm swimming up to find my egg. Finally, he collapsed on top of me. After a few minutes of kisses and praise, he gently pulled his cock out of my hole, leaving a massive load inside. I was exhausted but couldn't help but smile with glee. His seed had been planted.

4 The Uber driver dropped me off in front of a mansion far away from campus. I asked him not to take off until I was sure someone answered the door. As much as I wanted this, I had a fear of being set up. I rang the doorbell as my heart pounded. Soon the door opened and I heard the car take off. No turning back now. There he stood. He was much taller than me (but most guys are) with thick grey hair and a muscular body. As he introduced himself, I instinctively reached my hand out to shake his. He laughed at this as said, "A wife doesn't shake her husband's hand." He then lead me through the exquisite house. Honestly I was too distracted by what I hoped would soon happen to listen to his rambling about the place. Finally we found ourselves at the door to the master bedroom. "Before we go in, I need you to do something for me," he said. I assumed he wanted me to suck his cock or something, which I would certainly do as long as the load eventually got in my pussy. Instead, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a small box. "I need you to wear this wedding ring, as you are my bride this weekend. A ring shows you are committed to me." He's really taking this role playing far. But if he wants me to wear a ring to get his cock, that's what will happen. I nodded and he slipped the gold ring onto my left hand ring finger. Then he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom like I've seen many men to with their wives on honeymoons in movies. He had no trouble doing so with his strong body and my small figure. He laid me down on the massive bed and began kissing me. He only stopped to say, "This is the bed where I make love to my wife every night. And tonight you are my wife." This only made me hornier. I noticed a family photo hanging on the wall. There he was with his wife and FOUR children! Apparently his sperm knew what they were doing. He started gently taking off my clothes. First he removed my shirt and began feeling my nipples. I'd always been self-conscious about them because they are larger than most men, but he removed any worries by saying, "You have beautiful tits." Then he began sucking on them like I've seen many men do to women in porn. It felt fucking amazing, and I couldn't stop myself from letting out moans of pleasure. I thought I might cum just from him sucking on my tits. But then he stopped and began removing my pants. I had worn a jock strap to hide my cock and allow easy exposure to my pussy. When he saw this, he said, "Ladies don't wear jock straps." He got up and went over to a dresser. He soon returned with pink pair of lace panties. "I'm going to use the bathroom while you slip into these, " he said as he handed me the panties and walked out of the room. I'd never worn women's underwear before, but I would do anything to get his seed. I was thankful he left the room so I wouldn't have to show him my little cock, which was rock hard but still not much to look at. I slipped on the panties, looked down at the wedding ring on my finger, and laid on the bed as I waited for his return.

3 Despite my desires, I'd only had sex with three men and all were with condoms. I even demanded protection be used with my now ex-boyfriend who I had loved dearly. When I went away to college, it was hard to find the type of men I'm attracted to on campus (unless you count the professors) and having roommates makes it nearly impossible to hook up. I mostly gave blow jobs in the campus bathrooms, which was enjoyable but not as satisfying as a cock in my boy pussy. But all that was out the window now that I knew I could get pregnant. Nothing else seemed to matter now. Not my grades, safety, nothing. I downloaded every gay sex app I could find and made my intentions very clear on my profile. I was a total bottom looking to be bred by large cocks. I highly welcomed straight men to fuck me, as there was a good chance they'd conceived children before. I also posted photos of just about every part of me: my pussy, my spread hole, my body, even my face. I was not ashamed of what I was doing. The one thing I didn't show was my little cock and balls. No one needs to see those as they won't be involved in the breeding process. It didn't take long for men to start messaging me on the various apps. It became frustrating when many of them didn't work out for whatever reason. Then I got a message from a man that said, "My wife is gone for the weekend. Want to fill in for her?" This was followed by an amazing cock pic that had my boypussy twitching. I asked him for his address and quickly opened the Uber app.

2 As I laid there waiting for the seed inside me to hopefully finds its way to my egg, I thought about how I'd gotten to this moment. I guess I've always known I was destined to be a mother. I never met my own but I naturally had those motherly instincts. At the orphanage growing up, I always wanted to play with the baby dolls while the other boys were roughhousing with trucks and blocks. As puberty hit and I learned about sex, I had no desire to put my penis inside any girls, or boys for that matter. I didn't even like to touch my penis for pleasure, preferring my hole instead. As I discovered porn, I found myself wanting to be the women in them, taking those penises but more importantly those loads of sperm. Being a mother seemed like a fantasy until the day that changed my life. I was scrolling through YouTube and came across a documentary called "The Pregnant Man." I clicked on it thinking it was fictional and it would let my fantasies fly. Instead, I learned the truth that would change my direction in life: some men could be impregnated! It was rare, but possible. Males born with protruding belly buttons (or outies) carried a few eggs inside of an ovary. I reached down to confirm what I already knew and my stomach filled with butterflies: I had an outie! To reach these eggs, the sperm must be inserted deeply and be very potent. In the film, it showed a man in his early 20s (like me) holding his newborn baby. Next to them stood the father, a massive black man with a deep voice who looked like he was seven feet tall. Sadly they didn't show his penis in the film but I could only imagine how large it must be to knock his boy up. When the film finished, I knew what I had to do.

Use condoms when you fuck her and bareback only with men...

Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realising that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself. When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marvelled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the block, he made his way to the seller’s flat. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason” “Yes, you’re, um, PigTop yes?” “Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve” As Jason ventured inside Steve’s flat, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig. “You said I could try some bits on” “Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?” “Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all furloughed so it won’t matter” Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings… “Wow, you really do have a lot of gear” “Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us” “Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask” “Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid” “Oh shit. Sorry to hear that” “Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom” “Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this” Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless. “Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?” “Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels” “Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits” Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a sweetshop, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit. “Hehe. Piss pig, yes?” “Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss” “Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory” Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk? Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable. “I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock” “Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it” “You ever been pissed on, boy?” Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his mind. “Um, no. What’s it like?” With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny. “I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel” With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realised, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s face and let forth a stream in his direction. Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything. As Steve finishing pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him. “There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?” “Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected” “Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?” Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences. “Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that” “Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off” Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit. “What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it” Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing. “Yeah, um, sure” Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it. “You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy” Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him. As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.# “Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look” Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the whole of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer. “Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that” “Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…” “Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy” This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much. Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber vest. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it. It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever. “Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?” Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his. “Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you” “Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny” “Oh I can get you hornier, boy” And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest. “Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you” Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable. “Ever been fucked, boy?” “A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway” “Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?” Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of the flat sharpish. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did. As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him. Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his arse and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned. He then felt the zip being undone at his arse. “yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly” Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now. Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole… “Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out” As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more. “Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even” Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting rawfucked by a guy aka PigTop, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly. Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost. “That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savour every moment. I think you’ll soon realise what you really came here for” Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this. “Please… No… I don’t want… oh God” “Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want” “I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic” “Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny” “Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck meeee” “Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubberpig” “Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…” “Tell me what you want boy” “I want… this. Steve. Help” “I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss TopPig is available. Boss knows what you want” “Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good” “Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though” “Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.” Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pigboy’s arse muscles clench hard on his cock “Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want” “I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum” “Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy” “yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum” “You’re on the road to becoming a pozpig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into pozpigs” “Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss” “What sort of pig?” “A pozpig, boss. Give it to me” “As you asked so nicely…” Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole… “FUCK YEAH” “Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you” “Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?” Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever. “What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward” Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss. Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling. Acclimatising to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life. When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work” As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, pozfucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him. “How do you feel pigboy?” “I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this” “Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock £50 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you” “Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong” “Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?” “Um, no Boss. I… don’t” “Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a pozbrother, don’t you boy?” Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling. “Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”

Reminds me of that song my momma sang when I was a kid... Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts, Marinated monkey meat, Chopped up baby parakeet, French fried eyeballs dipped in motor oil, And me without my spoon! The answer would seem to be "marinate it".

Maybe. It won't be for a while, I think Ric needs some rest 😉

Craigslist ad was Chub for BBC. Pic of my ass I hope was alluring. Me in a jockstrap. Big, beefy, pale ass. Guy responds with body and dick pics, one of five or six responses. A couple flakes, and one pic exchange where I wasn't his type after all. Honest mistake, and good luck out there, buddy. So this guy responds, and he's got a good sized cock. It's pretty big in the photos, but 8 or 9 inches, can't tell and honestly, doesn't matter as long as it's owner is proud of what he has and what it can do. We exchanged emails and he said he could come over as soon as a friend picked up keys. Less than a half hour. Something like that, one of those things guys say when they intend to flake out. He seemed okay and into me during our meager exchange, so I said sure. Hit me up. I also thought the encounter may not happen because I asked for us to use condoms. I know that this makes part of the story unpopular, but I wouldn't be posting this story if things didn't go as I had asked. I love bare--always prefered. But I'm not a bathhouse guy. Not that there's anything wrong with that - I jerk off to those stories too and admire those dudes. Warriors. But I'm uh...shyer. I fantasize about having three guys loads in me at once, because I haven't even had two different guys' cum in me at once. And I'd love to make this fantasy come true. So, I asked if condoms were okay. I didn't want to tell him that if we hit it off, maybe we'd end up condom-free somewhere down the road, two or three encounters later. I dunno. I love raw. But my brain sometimes doesn't adjust to the possibility of doing it immediately. And I love those stories on this site. He texts me and said his friend obligation was complete. He didn't live far and I had given him the cross streets, so he texted me, "I know it's later than we said, but it's Friday night, so I know you're up. Give up that fat ass. I'm a block away. Address." I liked his attitude. 28 to my 50. Big dick and a no-fuck-around attitude. He showed up and I was pleased. He was too. I could tell as soon as he walked through the door, a knowing grin that was, "this is my type." I led him to the bedroom. Got him some water. We made a little small talk while we undressed. He was pleased, because this was the first time in a month a craigslist ad had worked out for him. He described three incidents going to someone's house who was a no show and, of course, disappeared from text or whatever communication. He shrugged it off, while I helped peel off his underwear. His cock was thickening and I thought to myself, "We might not use condoms." It was bigger than the photos, both of them, and it wasn't fully hard. I sucked and he loved it. It took me a minute or two to accommodate his whole cock in my throat, but I like to take my time getting there anyway. I like surprising the guy that, yeah, I can take more of this fat dick. More than that. Surprise! I can take another inch and a half more. His hands were on my head, pleasantly surprised and exclaiming, "Oh shit." I thought he was cumming, but he was just getting ready to push deeper. I sucked him this way, luxurious deep strokes and then 'holding position,' when his shaft was at its deepest. He loved this and so did I, getting him throat-slobberred. At one point, he pulled out, slowly, inch by huge inch and I realized it was probably 11 inches. Fat. In our brief emails, he never said, "I have an 11 inch cock." I wondered how many guys would flake out if he had volunteered that detail. But it was a fuck monster, and it was fat, and bloated, and at that same moment, we both knew it was time for him to be inside me. I think I knew at that moment, we wouldn't use condoms. They were sitting a few inches away. I crawled up on all fours and he liked what he saw. Growled without trying to be an ass about making sex noises. I get that chubby guys is not for everyone, but it was for him. He ate my ass, and when I pushed back and made my own growling, grunting fuck sounds, he pushed his tongue in further. I could hear his hand jacking his cock, because I had slathered him in my throat spit, so it was juicy as he jacked it. I thought about how big it was. He pushed the head into my crack with intention. I said, "What about condoms?" He pushed a little more and when he popped in, I think he was again, pleasantly surprised by how deep he got on the first push and I could take it. Not all the way, no. But more than six inches. I felt him keep going, and I knew he was talking me out of condoms, but not using words. He pushed deeper and then slowly pulled out, some longer strokes to let me know what I'd be missing if I insisted. I didn't insist. He fucked me more. Deeper. Slow, and then sometimes fast jabs so I knew to open up when he encouraged me to open up or he'd get his way jackhammering me. Either way. So, I opened to him. He pounded me good, and I felt him tense. Not "cum in four seconds" tense, but he had completed a few laps and had now worked up a good sweat. He really liked my ass and I felt like that 11 inch dick was maybe more. I dunno. I was ravaged. I said, "You're gonna cum in me, aren't you?" He said, "Yeah. I am." Maybe he had assumed he always would. He was probably used to men giving up their ass easily to him. Once I stopped asking questions of him, he could see that he would reach the goal line, he got more intense, excited to release himself in me, now that he had gotten the permission he may not have waited for anyway. He fucked harder, yelled, yelled again, and said, "Oh, shit," in a louder voice, followed by repeatedly saying, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" He dumped his load in me. Before he had even gotten soft, hadn't had time to pull out, he was pounding my ass again, so I talked dirty to him. Now that he had done it, why not? I described the creamy froth he was creating in my pink colon, fucking his own cum into me deeper, and how his sons would swim further than other men, because he was stronger. He loved this kind of talk, and it wasn't long before he dumped a second load in me. We took a break after that, lying around sweating, both of us, "wow-ing," and me kissing and licking his balls and saying, "thank you." He liked that, too. A lot of things I did were getting to him. Soon, he was inside me again. He didn't cum inside me that time. He jerked his whole body hard as he began to cum and his cock jumped out of me, spurting along my crack but he couldn't get his cock inside for the full cum. The fourth cum was inside me. I was admiring his still half-hard penis, sucking it, worshipping it with my lips, and that's how I swallowed the fifth load. Sixth load less than twenty minutes later. Took a shower before leaving. We walked to the front door, me talking about how crazy this was, and how did he know he was gonna breed me? He didn't answer, just said, "That was hot. We need to do this again soon." I talked dirty to him about how his sperm was inside me, would be all night, and he used my hand to show me he was hard again. I led him by the cock again to my bedroom and he fucked the sixth and seventh loads into me. I kept sucking his cock after he came to get all the drops of cum out, which turned him on even more, and so...I swallowed the eight load. He admitted he had never experienced anything like this before. He had dumped up to four loads in a guy, but this was a new record. I walked him to the door and we laughed about the craziness, how Craigslist had some incredibly frustrating experiences, but sometimes there was this, a connection that was so intense that incredible things happened. We've been texting all day. I bought a thong because he likes thongs. It's Saturday, around 8:30 pm. Central time when I'm writing this. Not sure when this will actually appear in the posts, but that's what time it is now. He's coming over in an hour.

This for sure. My most recent excursion to the bathhouse, I was in one of the video rooms bending over in front of the bench, with a cock in my ass and two cocks in front of me fighting for my throat. My towel was nowhere to be seen. Two of the guys rotated between my holes until they both unloaded inside me. The one guy who remained planted on the bench had a nice thick cock, and he only wanted to be sucked and worshipped. Then I get a flashback to the first time I went to the bathhouse, in that same video room. I was a shy married guy feeling guilty about cheating on his wife, no experience with guys, towel wrapped tightly around my waist as I nervously jacked off still covered up. Multiple guys were sucking each other and they wanted me to join them, but I declined, pointing to my wedding ring. One of them, a guy in a harness and jock strap, looked at me with pity as he led the other guys to a different room to play. Years later, back in the present, I’m in the same bathhouse in the same video room. I’m now divorced, but in an open relationship with a beautiful woman who gives me good pussy and lets me fuck guys. I’m down on my knees crawling across a floor covered in translucent cum, ass in the air and semen from two men dripping out of my hole, about to shove a beautiful girthy cock as far down my throat as it’ll go. What a life-affirming contrast. I love being a slut.

Well so much for the epic Scooby-Doo slash fiction I was getting ready to post