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Part 14 Danny: The semester was flying past and I was looking forward to going home for the Thanksgiving holiday break. My parents were eager to see me since I'd only been home once so far. Ben wanted to see me too, but had been reluctant to tell me what he had planned. "Keep Wednesday night open and don't plan on going home that night" was all he would tell me. I asked Tony what his plans were and he told me he was going to his boyfriend's parent's house. "My parents don't want me around my brothers and sisters if I'm gay. That's not going to change, so I'm not going there ever again. At least my brothers still chat with me" Tony told me. I wondered if that would happen to me too. At least I didn't have any siblings, so that excuse wouldn't work. It made me decide to wait until after graduation to come out to them. I had to turn in a paper on Monday, which meant I couldn't go home on Friday like a lot of other people did. Tuesday afternoon I packed the car up and headed home. My parents weren't happy that I was going to be gone Wednesday night, but understood me wanting to see Ben again. The address he gave me was half way to the city. I found a parking spot, went to the building and got buzzed up to the apartment. Ben was waiting for me, leaning against the door frame with a huge grin on his face. He looked different, even with clothes on. His hair was longer, his ears were pierced with large round studs on his lobes and a bar across the top of his left ear. A horseshoe piercing hung from his nose. His goatee was now a full, trimmed beard. Another guy was waiting on the couch and Ben introduced him as "Jeffrey, my boyfriend." My heart sank, thinking that my plans of spending the night fucking Ben were now history. Jeffrey seemed nice enough, but his effeminate voice and gestures weren't what I was expecting. He was thin, his reddish-brown hair was pulled back in a knot and his long face had a little bit of makeup on it - eyeliner and maybe some lipstick. The weather was cold so I wasn't surprised that they were wearing jeans and long sleeve shirts. I hoped they didn't stay on long since I wanted to see "a little ink" that Ben had gotten. He had told me about it shortly after I left for school but he had never sent pictures of it. We had a few beers and talked a while, catching up even though we still texted daily. There were a lot of details that he had omitted from our texts that surprised me. "So... How are you dealing with Stu's gift?" Ben finally asked. It had been one thing that we never talked about after Ben's big blowup and my acknowledgment that he'd given me a couple STDs as well. Neither of us had talked about the HIV infection, though. I assumed that if I got it, he did too. "Which one?" I asked, trying not to assume which of the several gifts he had given me Ben meant. "The permanent one. I assume if you took as many loads as it sounded, there was no escape from getting pozzed from him too" he said, coldly. "No, I didn't escape that surprise. I didn't find out for a while, though. Unfortunately I gave it to some other guys without knowing" I replied. The evening was getting depressing and not nearly as fun as I hoped. "That sucks. Were they pissed? I know I was. I still am" Ben said. I could see the anger in his eyes. I sighed and said "Only a couple will talk to me, but they're doing OK." "Cool. I learned to embrace it rather than let it eat me up. I found out that there's a lot of guys that like the risk" Ben said. I looked over and Jeffrey's face was bright red and he was looking down. "It looks like one of them is next to you" I replied, feeling my cock twitch. "Yeah. He didn't take very long to convert. Thirteen days before the flu struck, I think. He begged for it every time too. How about you? You been sharing or did you go on meds?" Ben asked. "Not yet... One of the guys convinced me to stay off for a few months" I told him. Instantly, Jeffrey's eyes lit up and he licked his lips. Ben smiled too. It looked like both were interested in having sex, so maybe this night wasn't going to be a bust after all. -- Evan: Danny was heading back home for the holiday and seemed pretty excited. He'd told me about one of his friends that had gotten pozzed just like he did. He was eager to see him again. I didn't have anything nearly as fun to look forward to. I knew I'd be spending all of my spare time helping my dad with projects around the farm. I headed out Friday night to the bar just outside of town where the younger crowd hung out. By younger I mean under forty. Several of my friends from high school were there and since we were just a year or two over 21 we were the youngest people around. After a few games of pool, I was talking to this guy and he seemed to be flirting. The only guy that had ever flirted with me around my home town was a sissy guy that gave really good blowjobs. Of course, as soon as he graduated he couldn't get out of town fast enough to some place where he could be himself and not live in fear. Wes was careful with his words but there were enough innuendos to know he was interested. "I just moved back last August, since my parents aren't healthy. I forgot how much work it was and how lonely it can be being single again" he said. Another comment "My partner didn't even want to try and make it work... either long distance or by moving here" had the red flag with the word 'partner'. No one ever said that around here, it was either wife or girlfriend. Every guy wanted to make sure you knew he was straight, even if he didn't mind a fag sucking his dick in a bathroom stall sometimes. When we finished our beers, I said "I think this is my round." He grabbed my wrist as I went to reach for his glass. "I can't take anymore of this shitty beer. I got some decent whiskey back at my place if you're interested" he said quietly. I followed his pickup down some narrow roads until he pulled off and drove up to a two story garage at the end of a long gravel driveway. The big door opened and he pulled in, over to one side and motioned me to pull my truck next to his. With both trucks parked, he closed the door and I followed him up the stairs to the second story apartment. "My parents built this for the old farm manager. He left a few years ago so I moved in to have some privacy from my parents who live in the main house down the road" he explained. The apartment looked nice and looked a lot more urban than I expected. He took a bottle out of a booze cabinet and set it on the counter before fishing two glasses from a kitchen cabinet. "Rocks?" he asked and I nodded. He poured one with ice and one without. We said 'cheers' and I took a sip of the unbelievably smooth brown liquor. -- Danny: Jeffrey unfolded himself from his cross-legged position on the couch and asked "Another beer, hun?" and I told him "Yeah, thanks." I took one last swig from the beer I had and swallowed it down. I could feel Jeffrey coming up behind me so I reached out my hand to grab the new bottle of beer. Suddenly I had a cloth over my mouth and nose and everything went black. I woke up on Ben's bed, with my wrists in heavy cuffs, tied to the bed frame. I was naked, just like Ben and Jeffrey. I looked them over and realized Ben had gotten more than "a little ink." His left arm was covered and there were a few on his right arm too. The biohazard tattoo that was nestled in his pubic hair right over his cock looked surprisingly hot. "Interesting ink, Danny. That's the scorpion from Stu's basement, isn't it? Maybe you were more willing to get knocked up than you said" Ben said, putting a pair of clips on my nipples with a chain between them. He gave two tugs to make sure they were latched on good. "No... It's just a reminder of who changed my life... and several others" I replied. "I bet some guys find it hot and want you to sting them" Ben said as he crawled on the bed between my legs. He pushed my legs back and that's when I noticed the cuffs on my ankles. Jeffrey clipped a short bar to each one and then a rope from the bar to an eyelet screwed into the headboard. "Tonight, though, we'll be stinging you. One good thing I learned from him was that I like fucking as much as getting fucked. As you can see, I like tying up my bottoms. I learned my lesson and now I want to be in control" Ben said. "Oh fuck" I said and with no further prep Ben shoved in. I screamed out in pain and Jeffrey stuffed one of my socks in my mouth. Ben pulled out and added some lube before pushing back in. He chuckled and said "Guess there's no need to wreck your hole. You're already pozzed up. It's just habit now." Ben spit down over my taint and let the saliva His cock plunged in, going deeper and faster with each passing minute. My own dick was hard as a rock and dripping pre. This wasn't how I expected our evening to go. Ben had told me about Stu making him fuck a guy, but I thought it was just a one time thing. I guess Ben and I were a lot more alike than we knew. -- Evan: He set his glass down and I could tell he was hesitant to make the first move. My eyes wandered, taking in his sexy body. His dark brown beard was trimmed and his hair stylishly cut - close on the sides and longer on top. The untucked tee fit loose over his torso and the jeans were tight, covering a firm butt and a nice bulge. There was a thick coating of hair on his arms and I hoped the rest of his body matched. He was talking but my mind was occupied enjoying the sights. I realized he was waiting for an answer and I had no idea what he asked. "Uh... Sorry. My mind was elsewhere" I said. He chuckled and said "I could tell. I asked if you were seeing anyone." "Nah, I've never found anyone that can put up with me for very long. My eye tends to wander" I replied, wanting to rip the tee shirt over his head and see what was hiding underneath. "Like now?" he asked. I set my glass down and moved closer and cupped his bulge with my hand,squeezing gently. "Yeah... and my hands like to wander too" I replied. He grinned back at me seconds before his lips hit mine. One of his hands wrapped around my ass and the other on the back of my head, pressing our faces together. His tongue dug into my mouth and the kiss got more aggressive. It lasted a few minutes until he pulled my head back and stared at me a moment. "Fuck yeah. I did find the other queer guy in the county" he said. "I'm sure there are others but they're all buried in their closets" I replied. "I just need one. You up for some fun?" Wes asked. I didn't really say yes, but the big grin on my face said it for me. We ended up in the bedroom in a few seconds and unfortunately he started pulling his clothes off, leaving me to do the same. I didn't get to slowly reveal his body, but got to see it completely naked all at once. In the gay dictionary, under the definition of 'otter' is a naked picture of Wes. The dark brown fur covered most of his front, except for the shaved bit under his jawline. Both nipples were pierced and I quickly found out that a tongue flicking over them pumped his cock up to an impressive eight inches. He tasted amazing and I slowly sunk down to my knees. I looked over the veiny shaft before taking it into my mouth. He stood there, letting me work on his dick. My tongue went into overdrive, exploring every square inch of his manhood. Pulling the foreskin back the rest of the way revealed his cock head and some new tastes for my tongue to enjoy. I had no sense of time but I had been slobbering over his shaft for a while when he pulled my head off. "My turn" he said, pulling me up to my feet. We kissed a moment and he mimicked my slow descent to my knees. He stopped part way down, though, and pulled back. "Damn... you have a big secret, huh?" he said and I saw him staring at the tattoo on my chest. -- Danny: The jolts of pain faded from his hard thrusts. I had never imagined Ben to be a top, much less an aggressive one. With a little more lube in my hole, his cock slid in and out a lot easier. It was a little weird having Jeffrey watching me get fucked, but he stayed close and kept stroking his cock and seemed to like the sight. While I never thought about being tied up during sex, it definitely turned Ben on. Ben slammed in and stayed planted. He looked down at me, the grin gone from his face. "You didn't answer my other question. Have you been sharing? Following in Stu's footsteps?" Ben asked. I swallowed hard but I also gripped his dick hard. "Yeah, found some guys that were looking for it. I know all but one are poz now. But I won't do it like Stu. They have to want it" I said, slowly releasing the pressure on his cock. "Good boy. There's a never ending supply, it seems. Too bad lots of them flake" Ben said, slowly plowing his bare cock into me. "Then you find one like Jeffrey here, a talented bottom that was on the fence. I didn't even try to convince him, but once he got his first load he couldn't get enough. I think the first day's loads did it, but he was too much fun to stop" Ben continued. His thrusts got harder and I worked his cock over, trying to coax his charged seed into my guts. My wish was granted a few minutes later when he drilled me quickly for a minute and then began to shoot. I started to shoot too. The ropes covered my face and chest but Ben's were also filling me up. Ben had a huge grin on his face when the pulses stopped and Jeffrey did too. I'm sure mine was the biggest though. -- Evan: The moment Wes saw the tattoo I figured the evening was over. At least I got to suck him a bit, which was more than I expected while I was home. "Yeah. I assume you know what it means" I said. A smile came over his face. "The ink looks fresh. Are you undetectable yet?" he asked. I sighed and told him "No" and moved back. "It looks like our fun is going to be different than I was planning... unless you're a total bottom" he said, kneeling down and pulling my cock to his lips. I was surprised that he wanted to continue, but I moved back to my original spot. He sucked like a pro and seemed to like pressing his face into my bush. Wes's lips, tongue and throat brought me close and then backed off. He knew how to make a blowjob last. I just wasn't sure what he meant about our fun changing. It didn't take me long to find out. He pulled off my cock, letting the head pop from his lips. Wes gripped my hand and pulled me to the bed, climbing on and getting on all fours. His hairy ass looked so hot and his legs were spread so I could see the pink ring among the fur. "Uh... I don't have any condoms or lube. Do you?" I asked, having left all of my sex stuff back at school except for a glass dildo that I planned on using on my ass daily over the break. My mouth starting to drool thinking about how good his ass was going to taste. "Haven't used them in years and I'm not going to start again with your dick. Spit and shove... And I hope those balls are full" he said, which made my cock twitch. My hands spread his butt apart and my tongue dove in. As much as I liked sucking his dick, his ass was even better. When my tongue dug into the hole he clamped down on it a moment and then relaxed. I poked my tongue in a few times and then he gripped it tight. Both of us were moaning loudly and after a few more jabs with my tongue he growled out "Give me that dick!" A string of precum was hanging off my cock as I leaned back and lined up my rigid dick before resting the head on his ring. I waited a moment and was about to push in when he shoved back. He growled and I heard the pain in his voice. My hips pulled back only an inch and then I thrust in, driving a few inches further into his cunt. It was his turn and he pulled off an inch and then shoved back again. I was over half way in and I couldn't wait much longer. My hands gripped his hips and I began to fuck. Wes was tight, but knew how to work his ass around a dick. My thrusts settled into a good rhythm, with the occasional hard jab where my hips slammed into his ass. He moaned and grunted, encouraging me to fuck harder or deeper. If I didn't do it, he fucked himself back on my cock. My balls started to tingle and I didn't want to breed him, at least not yet. One hard thrust planted my dick in him and I said "On your back." He rolled over, never letting my cock come out of his ass and I put his legs on my shoulders. The grin on his face seemed to be frozen there. His eyes locked on mine and I began plowing again. A few minutes later he started to work his ass around my cock again. With the hard squeezes from his ass muscles I knew it would be only a few minutes before I would be flooding his ass with my charged load. My breathing got labored and I told him "I'm close... you want me to pull out?" It might not matter if I did, enough of my precum had coated his chute that he could easily get infected with just that. Wes clamped down on my shaft as I drove in and then relaxed as I pulled back and plunged back in. This time he gripped my shaft as I pulled back. "Breed my ass!" he grunted and that drove me over he edge. I thrust in and emptied my balls as deep as I could. My whole body shook as the orgasm consumed my body. When I came down from the post orgasmic high, I looked down at him and the grin was still on his face. -- Danny: My gut was full of Ben's seed and Jeffrey was climbing on the bed to take his place. He wasn't as big as Ben was, but my empty hole felt better with it rooted in me. Jeffrey looked nervous and I realized that he didn't top often or at all. The first few thrusts were awkward but he soon got more relaxed. I remembered the first few women I fucked and could instantly relate. I just never got to the point where my strokes felt natural. With women, at least. With guys it was totally different. "Yeah... that's better. Feel how good his pussy feels around your dick?" Ben asked Jeffrey. He plowed a little faster and then slowed down. I could sense he was getting close and wanted to fuck longer. I wanted him to fuck longer too. "Fuck that poz ass. Churn up Ben's load!" I told Jeffrey. He started to pound harder and finally opened his eyes again and looked at me. Slowly a smile covered his face but it lasted only another couple minutes before his strokes got ragged. Jeffrey gasped and then I felt his cock pulse around my outer ring. It felt like he went on for minutes, filling my ass with his newly charged cum. "Yeah, that's how you knock up a guy. Do that on Friday and you'll have your first one" Ben said. They untied me from the bar and then the bed. It took a few minutes for the circulation get back into my arms and legs. I took the opportunity to do what I'd wanted to do since Ben called up yelling about getting an STD. I pulled him into a hug and kissed him. When I let go of him, I looked behind me and Jeffrey was laying on the bed. As soon as he saw me look at him, he raised his legs up, showing off his freshly pozzed ass. "He wants your load before he goes. It's a seven hour drive and it should take that long for both our loads to soak in" Ben said. I crawled on the bed, taking my position. Ben was close and watched my every move. My cock had never softened after Ben bred me and I shot my load. I hoped I had something left to pump into Jeffrey's ass. My hands gripped Jeffrey's ankles and I aimed my cock to his hole. It took a few seconds of pressure before my cock broke past the ring into the cum filled chute. "Root him. He likes it rough" Ben said. Not wanting to disappoint either of them, I shoved in, paused and then began to pound him. Ben was right, Jeffrey was a talented bottom and once I got settled into fucking him he got verbal too. "Please, Danny. Breed me! I need to feel your poz cum inside me" he cried out. "Yeah? Want my bugged cum mixing with Ben's in your hungry cunt?" I asked. Jeffrey nodded vigorously and I saw Ben smile again. I only lasted five minutes or so before I couldn't hold off any longer. It wasn't the biggest load, but several spurts of cum added to Ben's load. When I pulled my cock out, Ben stuffed a plug into Jeffrey's ass. A minute later, Jeffrey was in the shower and Ben and I were on the couch talking again. Jeffrey came out all dressed with a backpack over his shoulder. "See you Sunday" he told Ben and was out the door. Ben stood up, reached his hand out and dragged me back to the bed. We didn't sleep much and I think both of our cocks were sore in the morning. -- Evan: Once my cock had softened, I reluctantly pulled it out of Wes's ass. "Your turn" I said, wondering if he wanted me on fours, my back or riding his very hard cock. When his fingers beckoned me closer I knew. I spit on my hand a couple times and quickly used it to rub over and in my sweaty hole before I straddled him. It wasn't enough and as I sunk down on his hard shaft, my hole burned as it tried to stretch around his cock. My ass came to a rest on his body and I waited a moment, letting my chute adjust to his girth. Slowly, I started to ride his cock. The first minute or two were with short strokes before I began to raise up further. His dick felt good in my ass, but this wasn't a position I liked. Wes sensed my muscles starting to give out and suddenly I found myself on my back, legs spread and his cock buried in my hole. The grin was still stuck on his face as he built up speed and drilled my ass. I reached up and ran my fingers through the damp fur on his chest while he kept fucking. When my finger ran over his nipple he thrust in harder. I laughed and then did it again. He growled and then yelled "Don't!" I can be a demanding bottom some times and I needed to feel his cum in my pussy. My fingers flicked over both nips and then I clamped my ass around his cock. Wes's cock throbbed, pumping his cum into my hungry cunt. "You know, that might be the last neg load I shoot in a guy" Wes said, hovering over me with sweat dripping off his face. "That what you want?" I asked. His grin started to look a little sinister and he nodded. "Let's make sure, then" I said, rolling him over and shoving my once again hard cock back in. It was a quick fuck, but left more of my seed inside him. Saturday afternoon we met behind the abandoned gas station on Highway 8. With our jeans dropped just enough, I bent him over the hood of his pickup and pounded him for five minutes until I filled him up one more time.

Pozzed Cheerleader I was a male cheerleader for a Big10 school. Yeah, the rumors are true. We get a lot of sex with the female cheerleaders. We do spend a lot of time with each other, but we also get a lot of attention from the alumni, especially the older men who think we are male dancers. Honestly, I don’t mind they tuck more than a few bucks when we entertain at alumni dinners, tailgating and some sideline visits. What I was not ready for was the dropping of room cards and near constant invites. George was in his 50’s played QB for us in back in the 80’s and there had always been rumors that he was gay even back in his playing days. I was still surprised when we were in one of the tunnel bathrooms when he felt me up and tucked a hundred dollar bill and his room key card into my jock inviting me to his room at midnight in uniform with the promise of two more just like it just for showing up. I had been letting my roommate suck my cock since the beginning of the year. So gay sex was not new to me, but i was not sure what George wanted from me. The promise of $200 just for showing up was too good to pass up. We lost the game that day. So, I knew the party scene was going to be lame that night. So my excuses were slowly disappearing for not meeting George. My girlfriend wanted to go to the Alpha house, most of the black football players belonged to the Alpha’s. I got along with them all, but I think she was going more for the bbc than anything else. That is another story and a different forum. I let her go with her friends. I showered in the locker room. I shuck my uniform out in my gym bag as we are only allowed to wear it outside for sanctioned events. It was still early so I went to some parties and nothing caught my fancy, and that $200 extra was already burning a hole in my pocket for some stuff for school. I decided to go for it. I made my way to the Union Hotel where all the “special” alumni stay for games. I avoided some people I knew by taking the stairs and I figured it would give me an opportunity to slip back into my cheer uniform. George’s room was on the top floor the 5th. I slowly made my way up the stairs. I was walking up to this room when I noticed one of my cheer teammates ahead of me walking up to the door. I had long suspected he was gay, and this just proves. I had justified my being there as “gay for pay”. I was sure he was there for his love of cock. I was about to be proved so wrong. I motioned to Jamie, and he hesitated when he knocked on George’s door. I told it was cool. I was here for the same thing. He smiled and said he knew it. I was a little taken aback. No one had ever, to my knowledge, thought I was a faggot. George swung open the door and there were 3 other mostly naked men in his suite with ages ranging from mid-30’s to early-50’s most I recognized from the football wall of fame in the fieldhouse. One was the school’s all-time leading rusher Javon, I should leave their last names out. The other was an all-American DB Mike and a guy that went pro on the defense Dan. There were 4 guys in the room, 2 black and 2 white and me and Jamie. Jamie and I were in the center of all the guys, George still had his pants on with a wife-beater T, but everyone else were down to the t-shirts and shorts or jocks. George took $500 from his wallet and took $300 and motioned to Jamie that it was his and the rest was mine. George laughed and said the “straight” one was cheaper. The whole room laughed at me, but my cock just got harder. I knew my erection was visible to everyone in the room. Our uniforms really did not leave much to the imagination. George told us to do a cheer for the room. So Jamie and I looked at each other and without saying a word broke into a cheer. We chanted and gyrated into our little dance movements in the little space we had in front of our all-male half-naked audience. Once we were done. George ordered us to take our bottoms off and do it again. We pulled off our shoes, socks, pants, but were told to leave our jocks on. We, again, did another cheer for the guys, who by now were pulling out their flaccid cocks. I felt a pull on my leg by a pair of dark hands while Jamie was being dragged down by a now naked George and Dan. It was then that I saw the biohazard tats on both George and Dan. I thought it was off that they each had the same tat, but then I saw the same on Javon and Mike. Jamie was on his knees in no time sucking George then Dan and I soon found myself doing the same for Javon and Mike. I had never sucked cock before, but had been sucked. So, I just did what I thought I would like and in no time I had two very hard black cocks trading spots in my all-to-eager mouth. While I switched back and forth between Mike and Javon. George slipped in behind me and started to rim my virgin ass. I love having my ass ate. My girlfriend would do it from time to time, but not often enough for me. George had me moaning in no time. He started fingering my hole. He had large QB hands, and I felt every knuckle of his index finger in my ass. Jamie was still devouring Dan’s huge cock. When Mike pulled away from me and got behind Jamie and began to rim and finger his ass. Dan and Javon moved side-by-side on the couch pulling Jamie and I along with them. So we could keep sucking their oversized cocks. Dan was nearly 9inches of thick white steel. Javon was a heavy 8inch black rod, George was a good 7inch and Mike had 8.5 of thick dick. I knew I was going to get fucked by all of them. I just wanted George to go first. The room was moving so fast. It felt like a moment ago I was on the football field and now I am here on my hands and knees next to a teammate sucking an alumni cock just boefore we are both about to get fucked. Myself for the first time. George got up and grabbed what looked like lube and a small brown bottle from next to the bed. He smeared my ass with the lube and held the open brown bottle under my nose telling me to breathe deep. I was euphoric. I felt his cock as my hole. I was straight, I was gay for pay. “I am, we are going to knock up your virgin ass today boy” George snickered. I was not sure what he meant, but I played along. “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with your powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy man pole into Jamie’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride. More to Cum I like hot chat and phone hit me up Joey

Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]

Part 13 Evan: My chest itched as the hair grew back around my new tattoo. I loved to look at it and I was going shirtless a lot more just to show it off. Most of the guys in the dorm made comments about the shaved fur on only one side looking silly. I trimmed the right side of my chest so it was less obvious, but prayed that it all grew back quick. It was more interesting to see which guys made a comment about the tattoo. Some were silent and just looked shocked or smiled and the ones that said something varied between "That tat is so sick" to "Oh fuck. Sorry, dude." I figured the guys that knew what it meant were queer and I made a mental note to remember which guys liked it. I was down at the campus gym finishing a workout when I realized a few guys were checking me out. One was a tall, skinny guy that looked like a basketball player. Two were bodybuilders and they kept talking between themselves when they weren't looking my way. Last was an older bear that I knew taught over in the Biology department. He was my instructor freshman year. When I finished the last set of reps, I got up and headed to the locker room. Once I was stripped down, I grabbed my towel. Just before I stood up I heard "The ink looks fresh. You still viral or are you back to shooting blanks?" the bear asked quietly. Turning my head back to him I asked "Not doing meds until next year, why?" "You busy Saturday afternoon? I'd like to take a load or two and see what happens" he said, a wicked grin plastered on his face. "I might be able to squeeze you in... how's three sound?" I asked. I didn't have any other plans but I thought it sounded good. The bear chuckled and replied "Yeah, I bet there's lots of guys looking to get charged up by a hot cub like you. 417 Hickory Drive. See you then." I headed off to the shower with my towel. I walked through the large open shower area to a room that had dividers between the shower stalls. Oddly, there were no shower curtains so if you stood in the middle of the room you could watch guys shower just like the other shower area. I heard they took them down since too many guys were fucking behind the curtains. After adjusting the water temperature, I started to wash up. I opened my eyes to see the bodybuilders staring back at me, one on each side. Both were naked and while their muscles might have been big, their dicks weren't. I'd heard that steroids could lead to shrinkage, but damn. Or maybe that's all they were endowed with and used their muscles to compensate. "New ink, huh?" the one with a shaved head asked. "Yeah, you like it?" I asked. "Kinda hard to see with all that damn fur" he replied. I laughed. "Real men have body hair" I said. "And bigger dicks" I thought, but didn't say that out loud. Both guys grunted. "That tat mean you're shootin something dirty?" the shaved headed guy asked. "Dirty? Nah. Viral, yeah" I replied. I watched both roll their eyes and the bald guy said "Whatever. Bet ya can't give it to Dirk, here. Our bodies are a lot stronger than guys like you." "If you want to give it a try, I'd be more than happy to dump a load in that ass and see what happens" I said, remembering the bear's comment earlier. I wondered if their immune systems were pumping as much iron as their muscles were. They both laughed. "Bet you'd like that. Be the best ass you fucked in your lame ass life" the bald guy said. I found it funny that he was doing all the talking and yet was offering up his buddy's ass. I guessed that the bald guy was the Dom. "Maybe. Only one way to find out" I said. Moments later, Dirk was braced against the wall with just a little soapy water helping my cock rip into his hole. My hand was over his mouth and he was screaming with each thrust. It took a few tries before my cock was fully planted into his hole. He wasn't putting up a fight other than yelling out and I wondered whether he was trying to impress his buddy or whether he got fucked a lot, just by some smaller cocks like his buddy's. His butt was really firm and once I got a good pace going, I was bouncing off it. I only lasted ten minutes before I was flooding his wrecked ass with my toxic seed. My cock slipped out of the tight chute, followed by some pink cum. "I've had better. He's tight and doesn't know how to work his ass while he gets fucked. Actually, the virgin I had last Spring was better. Anyway, let me know if one load tagged his ass or if he needs more. It took over a dozen to get me" I said. I knew Danny did it with less, but I wanted to put a good dent in their cocky attitude. They probably didn't even understand that it would take a couple weeks before the virus would show any symptoms. I sure didn't want to fuck his "lame ass" more than a few times. They left and I rinsed off before heading back to my room. -- Danny: I started hooking up more and Evan was right about the number of guys that looked for poz tops to fuck them. I got a few phone calls from the clinic reminding me to come back in for a checkup. That would be something to do after the new year. My poz profile was getting more hits and I was getting more comfortable shooting my viral cum into willing bottoms. A grad student I had been breeding had just come down with the telltale symptoms as the virus took over his body. He wanted one last fuck and I was happy to oblige. His body might have been fevered and sore, but the smile that he had on all of our previous meetings was still there. We always fucked missionary and he always stared at me, begging for me to set him free. I wasn't sure what I was going to free him of, but he was sexy and a very good bottom. I was going to miss fucking his tight, hairy, middle eastern ass. Gary, didn't seem to want to stop. We didn't do it in front of his frat bro's again, but he found he had a lot of easy dick to suck after our show. And at least one red head that found Gary's ass a good substitute when his girlfriend wouldn't put out. I liked fucking Gary's cum filled ass too. He even convinced one guy to join us for a spit roast. Too bad the guy bolted as soon as he shot his load down Gary's throat less than five minutes in. I learned that neg guys that wanted to hookup from my poz profile would only be interested until they got what they wanted and then I'd never hear from them again. One guy had sent me several messages, wanting to meet up but his profile said he was a top and wanted negative partners. While I liked the top part, the neg part ruled me out. Finally, instead of ignoring his message again, I pointed it out. "The neg 4 neg part is for my bf in case he sees my profile. I want to bottom for your poz dick and get knocked up" 7thknhrd replied. "Don't mind giving u bug, but don't want to be responsible 4 u giving it to ur unsuspecting bf" I sent back. "NP, going to use it as excuse to dump him. He's too boring & clingy" was his response almost immediately. We met up at his apartment the next day and he looked a lot better than the small, grainy pictures in his profile. He was tall, slender and smooth. His dark blond hair was cut short and his pubic hair was trimmed which made his average cock look longer. I wasn't sure it was seven inches like he claimed, but it didn't matter since I would be doing the fucking. I could tell that he was a runner from his legs and ass. He looked a little familiar, but I couldn't figure out why. I'd met a lot of guys this semester and without any tattoos, piercings or facial hair, his plain average body wasn't especially memorable. Once I knew he understood the consequences I had him naked on his knees bent over the couch in his living room. Two spits and a shove made him scream and got half of my cock into him. I pulled out, pushed his face into the cushions and shoved back in. He squirmed around, but I had him trapped. This was a move I learned from the first guy I knocked up by myself after Evan. The bottom's friend gave me lots of ideas on how to get my virus into the bottom's bloodstream while he watched. I could tell that the guy my dick was in wasn't a total top, but it had been a while since he'd bottomed since he was pretty tight and didn't loosen up very quick. Fifteen minutes of drilling his tight ass had gotten me close. The last minute was spent pulling out and ramming back in until I planted my cock in deep and fired several volleys of cum into his battered hole. My cock stayed in his hole until it softened. "Give me a few minutes and I'll give you a second load" I told him. He was laying there, groaning and whimpering. "Oh fuck... I dunno... my ass is on fire" he whined. "You wanted to get knocked up. If you can't take another one, I'm not going to bother fucking you again" I told him. I wondered when I had become this sadistic jerk that got turned on by giving someone an incurable disease. But many guys wanted what I had and I loved pumping my cock and cum into those willing asses. I didn't need to waste my time with guys that couldn't take a decent fucking. "Oh god... please... fuck me... just not as hard" he begged. There was something about hearing a guy beg to get fucked that made my cock hard as a rock. The next fuck was shorter and not as rough. He still got a nice load soaking into his gut and my balls were now empty. "Plug that hole up. You don't want to lose any of that seed" I told him as I pulled my cock out and wiped it on his ass cheek. He handed me a plug from table and I laughed to myself as I pushed it in. It looked like the one Tony had gotten a week after I had shown him Stu's plug in my ass. It reminded me to ask Tony where the sex toy store was nearby. They must have had a sale on this model. I stood up and stuffed my dick back into the jockstrap and pulled up my sweats. "Same time Wednesday?" I asked. We met six, maybe seven, times over the next two weeks. It was always doggy style like a lot of guys wanted, but he tried harder than most not to look at me. Most of the time the door was cracked open and he was in position bent over the front of the couch, just waiting to get fucked. We stopped meeting when he told me that classes were getting busy and he figured I had already charged him up. I was hoping to hear if I had been successful, but never heard from him again. -- Evan: The guy that answered the door looked about my age. His beard was a lot longer and shaggier than mine, obscuring my view of the thick leather collar locked around his neck. He was a few inches taller than me and a good fifty pounds heavier. A black jockstrap covered his cock and a pair of leather boots covered his feet and went half way up his calf. He looked me over and I did the same to him. A smile showed behind the facial hair and that's when I noticed the thick septum ring. "Come on in. Daddy is waiting for you" he said in a deep, sexy voice. I stepped in and as soon as the door shut he said "Please undress here. Naked or gear is all that is allowed inside." I took my clothes off, folding them neatly and setting them on a stool. I put my boots back on and then dug into my backpack for the leather gear I brought. Once the wrist bands and harness were on I stood up and looked back at him. He was staring at me, licking his lips and I was sure that the bulge in the jock was much larger. As he turned to lead me in to wherever the bear was waiting, I noticed that the thick covering of fur on his body also covered his back. He was hairier than I was and it really turned me on. My cock twitched a few times and I wanted to spend a few hours with my paws, tongue and dick ravaging him. We went down a hallway and he turned into a room. It once was a bedroom and was now a playroom with soundproof padding on the walls and a sling hanging from the ceiling. That's where I found the bear. His feet were in the stirrups and his hands cuffed and locked to the chains by his head. Each nipple was clamped and a rag was stuffed in his mouth. The smell of poppers hung in the air. "Daddy wanted to be ready for you, so you could spend all of your time sharing your gift with him" the younger guy said. I smiled, looking over my prey. His eyes were glued on me but showed no fear of what was about to happen. I wondered how his boy would take me using his daddy. I had seen a few of these types of relationships and some times the sub would freak out when his Dom got fucked. Since I didn't know any details of their relationship, I didn't even know if the younger guy was a sub. "Hopefully, he will share it with you once he converts" I told him. His eyes lit up, his face beamed and he nodded vigorously. "Since his mouth is full, come here and suck me fully hard" I said to the cub. He whimpered a little and I think it was from excitement. He said "Yes, Sir" and scurried over in front of me and knelt down. His mouth swallowed my cock and began to suck. He was good and if this were a normal meeting, I would have let him go for a while. Instead, a few minutes later I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled the cub's head off my cock. "That's all for now. You can stay there if you want to watch your daddy get bred" I said before letting go of his hair and moving between the bear's legs. I looked him over and saw his eyes still locked on to me. His balls had a leather stretcher tightly gripping the sac and a nice 0 gauge PA on the end of his hard cut cock. As I looked back at him, my hands started to rub over his ass and that's when I found a toothbrush sticking out of his hole. I'd read stories about them and even found a video where a guy brushed his bottom's hole to make sure the bug had an easier way to attack. I heard a brief chuckle from the cub. I pulled the brush out and saw the red bristles. I pushed the brush handle through a link on the chains near the bear's foot strap so that it would be handy later. My cock was still hard as steel and I pressed the head to the tortured hole. My hands gripped the bear's legs and I smiled back at him before tugging on his legs and impaling my cock into his hole. The bear screamed out and the cub gasped. The spit from the short blowjob appears to have been the only lube the bear had. I'd never fucked a guy dry before, except for the very first time I topped when I had no idea what I was doing. Unlike that first time, I didn't pull out and add spit or lube. The quivering hole felt good around my shaft. I pulled back and thrust back in. After a few more slams into the torn up chute, I got the bear swinging back and forth, plowing my cock into him. I had forgotten how easy it was to fuck a guy in a sling. I was usually the one laying on the leather or canvas seat taking bare cocks. After a short time of letting him fuck on to my cock, I started to thrust in. The pace picked up and then slowed down. The bear's gaze only occasionally looked away from me and that was to see his cub. As much as I liked feeling the bear's pussy on my dick, I needed to unload the first dose of cum. I slowed the pace down until I gave a firm thrust while yanking the bear to me. My cock was buried as deep as it would go and my balls knew what to do. Spurts of cum pumped deep inside the bear. He groaned around the rag while my cock pulsed. I left my cock inside after the last shot, expecting it to soften like it usually did. A few minutes later I pulled out and the shaft was still hard. I motioned for the cub to come closer and told him quietly "One lick on his pussy and one lick on my dick." A loud whimper followed each lap of his tongue and he moved back to his spot. The second fuck was shorter and with a load of cum inside, a lot easier. I was surprised at how quickly my balls had recovered and gave an unhealthy six or seven volleys of cum into the battered hole. I backed away and grabbed the toothbrush from the chain, pushing it back into the gaping hole. Ten twisting strokes covered the bristles with a dark pink ooze before I pushed it back in like I found it earlier. The cub lapped at my softening cock, replacing the cum mixture with spit. Once I was satisfied, I pushed him back and moved to the other end of the sling, pulling the rag from the bear's mouth. "I hope that does the trick. Let me know if you need a repeat, but just remember that it will cost you your cub's ass" I told him. A wicked grin filled the bear's face before he said "Thanks. I'll let you know."

It's been a pretty dry period for me, given the state of the world, but hopefully this spring is bringing some changes. I took my bike out for a ride yesterday and made my usually stop at the park bathroom with the gloryhole. It's been pretty dead for a while, usually one guy desperately occupying the prime stall for hours, providing no opportunity for any real action. Today was thankfully different. I walked in and there clearly a BJ happening between the 2 stalls and another guy lingering. I put my bike to the side and took my cock out to stroke at urinal to see what might happen. The lingerer left, but the guy getting blown turned his head to watch me over the stall. I showed him my hard cock and he unlocked his stall door, still with his dick through the GH getting a loud, slurpy BJ, his beautiful ass flexing. I couldn't resist and walked in behind him and dropped to my knees to slide my tongue between his firm cheeks. He reached back to spread open for me to get a good taste of his hole. He loved the extra attention. A fourth guy came in and quickly added his cock, running it against my face while I made out with this delicious hole. At one point the guy getting blown pulled out of the hole and let me lick his balls and the heading of his cock before rerunning it to the guy on the other side of the GH. He was close and I was content to eat him. I got the pleasure of feeling his ass clentch around my tongue as he shot into the other guys mouth. The fourth guy came on my face as all this was happening. I didn't get to cum, but the smell and taste of that ass was enough to hold me. I figured I'd ride more and swing back by on my way home to see if I could follow that up. I was not disappointed! I'll write about that one shortly. Suffice to say, my ass got some attention later in the afternoon.

Was so fukkin horny last night. Been watching this cute young apprentice all day and my cock was fukkin solid. When I got home I started jerkin it thinking of him but it was no use I needed the real thing so I headed off to a truck stop where action is almost guaranteed. I parked up in a quiet spot, got out and waited. I was wearing a thick cock ring and I was so horned I though "fuck it" and I dropped my sweats and got my cock out. I was soon cruised by a couple of guys and then I spotted this cute kid hiding in the shadow. I smiled at him and he grinned back at me. I gripped my cock and beckoned him over. He stood in front of me, hefted my balls and stroked my shaft. Christ I moaned feeling his hands on my junk. I pulled his jeans down so we could grind our cocks together. He was leaking premium all over my cock. I whispered in his ear "I wanna fuck you" He grinned again, turned round, leaned on my truck, spread his legs and offered up his hole. I lubed my cock, pressed it on his hole and slowly shoved it all inside him. Fuck, his ass felt amazing. I fucked him for about 10 minutes then shot my load into him. I really needed that after watching that horny apprentice all day. When I'd finished he was still hard so I dropped to my knees and sucked him off. Man he shot a massive load down my throat and his nuts smelled great. We'd had an audience for the fuck and after I blew the kid, an older dude stepped up and shoved his cock in my face - he had a handsome shaft so I let him fuck my throat - his load was thick n salty and he kept his cock deep in my throat till he'd emptied his balls

Dark Haired Fit Muscle Cunt makes the purdiest goddamn faces while gettin' pounded out on the mensroom floor. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://dn0.newtumbl.com/img/1105527/141854144/1/169104029/nT_zzskqxr67yhxy3sv1hcuh9zt.mp4

I fucked this guy (sadly only one session cause he's been out of town for a long time) and while he was riding my cock, the upward curve hit something inside of him and he came not once, but twice, without touching himself. That was the first and second time that had ever happened to him and he's a mature man like I am. I've fucked other bottoms who haven't cum hands free but have exclaimed that I was working spots no one else had ever worked. I attribute it to the curve of my dick working an area that a straighter dick never could touch. As a top, I pay attention to the bottom's reactions. If he reacts positively to something I do, I continue to do it. And if he reacts negatively, I don't do it again. In my mind at least, it's about mutual pleasure and not my pleasure at the bottom's expense.

Besides seeing condoms, my biggest peeve is loud music. I want to hear the sex. And if it’s home-made filming… for god sakes… don’t use the radio! I couldn't give a fuck about the Cherokee Jeep sale at the dealership down the street from you!

I understand all too well. I still get that kind garbage occasionally, but not from anyone that knows much about me. I've come far enough that guys I know (platonically) also know my views on the depravity of racism, white privilege, all of it. For better or worse, I am not particularly shy about my views, I guess. Oddly, when I moved to Ft.L., out walking the dog I would see p.o.c. walking on the street, and before I could say good morning or whatever, they would look down at the pavement. Someone pointed out to me that Af/Am folks were actually taught not to look Caucasian in the eye, as that could be interpreted negatively. Absolutely stunning. So, to overtly reject that, I started purposely saying good morning/hi fairly loudly. Now, if these same folks see me first, they call out "good morning" before I even see them. How're ya doing - smiling instead of looking at the pavement. That's all it took. It's so easy to be a decent human being, and so tough to be an asshole sometimes. Yet, some of us are determined to live down to the expectations.

Guys who see that I’m hosting and ask if they can come eat the loads out of my ass each time a Top fucks me. 🤨 You going to pay for my hotel room, dude? No? Going to bring in some Tops to fuck me? No? Then no, you twat, you may not. Go pay for your own hotel room and get your own Tops. If you’re too fucking cheap and lazy to do what it takes to service Men, you don’t deserve to have access to loads. I’m not a goddamn buffet. Likewise these buzzing flies who hit me up with “Can I watch?” If you bring the Top with you, you can watch him fuck me all you want; after that, you go. What’s that you say? You just want to lurk in a corner and creep out every guy who tries to fuck me? I think not, assclown. Closely related, the How-many-loads-you-got-now vicarious voyeurs who suggest they might come fuck when I have some loads in me, but then do nothing but pester me for a running tally. These guys spend do do much game playing and time wasting you have to wonder if they ever get laid at all. Indeed, if the ever have.

So I rode for another two hours and looped back by the park bathroom, not expecting much. There was guy in the first stall, obviously looking to suck and a tall, kinda hot guy drifting around. I think he wanted a BJ from the first and kept going in and out of the second stall. I didn't want to be a cock blocker so I was about to leave when this other taller young hot guy came in. I took my time at the sink and realized he was stroking at the urinal. I also recognized him as someone I jerked off a year ago. I had wanted to suck him off then, but didn't. This time, I was going to taste his load. I moved back to the urinal near him and started to stroke, staring at his beautiful 20-something year old cock. He just kept stroking but didn't indicate he wanted anything. I figured I'd make a move and if he pulled away, I'd just leave. He did NOT pull away when I reached over to stroke him. Being VERY horny I immediately dropped to my knees to suck his perfect cock. He stayed quiet but was soon pumping my mouth with some great face-fucking action, hands holing my head. I figured I was finally going to taste his load. His cock was a good size but not super huge so I could take it all balls deep. The way he fucked my mouth made me want more. Then he asked that question we all love, "are you a bottom?" Obviously I said yes, which he followed up with the question we live even more, "can I fuck you?" Yes! Obviously! I wasn't expecting that but damn! I took him into the handycapped stall and stripped down, giving his cock some more sucking to get it as wet as I could. Because of its size, I knew I could take it without any lube, just spit. He played with my hole while I did that, but I didn't want to waste too much time. You never know when you're going to get interrupted in a public bathroom like that in a busy park. I kneeled on the toilet and reached back and pulled him into me quick. He moaned and started to fuck me hard. The taller guy was watching over the partition, and I could tell he was jerking off watching. The fuck got faster and more intense as I held the safety rail. My top boy started to get loud as he got close. I felt those pulses as he shot inside me. He probably shot about 5 or 6 blasts into me. Then he yanked up his pants and took off, as young guys often do. It was maybe a 10 minute fuck, but 10 minutes of heaven. I got to ride home slowly, feeling that load leak out of me as I went. Hopefully, this will happen more and more!

totally agree. sexaddictionbb is my favorite atm for sound quality. I even made a comp for jerk off purposes lol: [think before following links] https://dn1.newtumbl.com/img/1309724/138984949/1/196479810/nT_sehs2v3a5v137vau73d1v2tn.mp4 turn up the volume and enjoy the squish squish squish of a loaded hole lol

Part 12 Danny: Evan and I continued fucking. Some days I would do him, some days he would do me. "You're gonna be topping next week. I'm saving my loads for the guy who's paying me to knock his ass up" Evan said staring back at me with his cock still buried in my ass. "Crap, I kinda like goin to sleep with your load in me" I replied, smiling back at him. "Plenty of other poz guys around. Not all are toxic, but they'd love that hot ass. Hell, even neg loads will feel the same" Evan said. The next day I spent some time creating a couple new profiles. One gave all the info "Poz, unmedicated, versatile, bb only" and the other left my status at "ask" and only listed my preference as "versatile-top." It was interesting to see the responses. The poz profile got more interesting replies while the ask profile got five times the number, but most were just "fuck me" type messages. I spotted fratboibtm's profile and remembered that told me at the football game that he wanted to hookup again. It had never happened since I had deleted my old profile and he had no way to contact me. He now listed himself as a poz bottom, taking all loads and bare only. I sent him a message from my poz profile, told him what my old profile name was and that I'd freaked out and deleted the old one when I found out I was poz. I wasn't sure he would contact me and maybe his comment at the football game was just him being polite. "Hey, glad u found me. Thx 4 gift. Didn't expect it to happen that fast or from u" he sent back. We chatted a bit and I realized he was serious about wanting the bug, but I still apologized. "In frat house now. old roomie was afraid i wud infect him, lol" he replied at one point. I was trying to figure out when Tony would be out of the room and I could invite fratboibtm over when a new message from him popped up. "U like audience?" he asked. "U want to fuck in theater at dirty book store?" I replied. It was the only place I knew of other than the cruisy park where others could watch people have sex and I was still skittish about having sex in public. "Nah, at house. Some of the bros want to jack off while they watch me get fucked" he said. "str8 guys?" I asked and he sent back "They think so lol." -- Evan: We kept swapping back and forth. Some days I was on top and others he was. Danny was the first guy that I wanted to fuck more than once. Well fuck and get fucked by. I was slowly becoming a 50/50 versatile guy. I liked fucking him but I also liked breeding neg guys. I warned him, though, that I was going to be spending all of my top energy on the generous chaser I had lined up. That is, if he showed. I was finding that chasers flaked even more than most guys. Almost every day I would try and get Danny to put his profile back up. It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck him anymore, I wanted him to fuck other guys too. I didn't care if they were poz or neg, he needed to get back to fucking a few different guys per week. I liked knowing my partner was as slutty as I was. One day I finally spotted his new profile. It was pretty minimal, but it said enough that I'm sure he got plenty of responses. One of the more interesting things I found was that a lot of the guys that were listed as poz on the various apps and sites were undetectable even though they didn't advertise it. I'd been avoiding them in my quest to stay neg when they were much less risky than the one I thought was super safe, Danny. A few turned out to be really great fucks too. One bear really loved piss play and every time I left his place my ass was dripping cum and my stomach was full of his pee. I loved the verbal ones the most, though. My dick always got harder when they told me they were dumping their poz load in me, even when it was lacking any viral load. The chaser was eager for the first meet and while he was pretty quiet when I fucked him, he did everything possible to get me to breed him. He got two loads along with a torn up cunt and I got five hundred bucks. The next day, he was sore but still willingly took my dick, two more loads and a promise to do it the next day. Seven days in a row we met, but the last few I only gave him one load since my balls were running low. We both needed a day break and I went back two days later giving him another rough, two load breeding. The second week we just met three times but it was obvious that he was hurting each time and he never had enough time to heal. On Wednesday of the following week the chaser messaged me and said he wasn't feeling good. It was sixteen days after our first fuck. A week after that on Friday he told me to stop by and pick up my cash. I was hoping to take his newly toxic cum, but he wasn't interested in topping. -- Danny: I knocked on the front door to the frat house after my 2pm class a few days later, like we'd arranged. The door opened and I said "Hi, I'm here to see Gary" to the dark blond guy standing there. "Oh cool. We're waiting for you... You don't look or sound like a fag. We were worried some girly dude was going to show up and that would be a real boner killer. Follow me" the guy said. "Gay guys come in all sorts of types" I thought to my self as I followed him down a hall to a staircase and down into the basement. Four guys were sitting on a pair of couches and Gary was pushing a table off to the side. The guy that answered the door stood in front of a well worn leather chair but didn't sit down. They were all dressed in loose shorts or sweats, two with no shirt, one wearing a tank and the other pair in sleeveless tees. Gary wore a tank with three greek letters on the front and some nylon jogging shorts. Gary had suggested a quick pump and dump, telling me that he wanted to meet another time for a longer fuck with just the two of us. A short BJ followed by a quick fuck sounded good since I wasn't sure about fucking a guy in front of a bunch of straight guys I didn't know. I set down my backpack and unzipped one pocket with some lube and poppers I'd brought. Next, my shirt came off and I kicked off my shoes. "Let's do this. Drop your shorts" I said and watched Gary take his off, revealing a yellow jockstrap. One of the other guys pushed his shorts down to his ankles too and I laughed a bit, thinking "wonder what else he'd do if I told him to." The room reeked of testosterone and cum. I could envision a dozen guys in the room, sitting around watching straight porn and jacking off day after day. Gary dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my cargo shorts, pulling them down along with my red trunks. Seconds later, I felt his mouth around my partially hard cock. It stiffened quickly which was a relief. I had worried I wouldn't be able to get or stay hard in front of these other guys. A couple had their cocks out and in their hands and the rest were just rubbing over their tented shorts or sweats. I heard a few moans and some comments like "Damn" or "Fuck, yeah!" It was good to see these "straight" guys not get freaked out while watching two guys start to fuck. Gary seemed to be better at sucking than I remembered and when he buried his face into my pubic hair I heard a couple guys gasp. "Wish my girlfriend sucked me like that" one guy said. I smiled and after Gary went all the way down a few more times, I put my hand on the back of his head. Slowly I face fucked him and got a few more gasps from the audience. When I plowed harder, a few more guys were moaning. Looking around, all but one guy had a bare cock in their hand, stroking. It would have been nice to watch them stroke each other, but everyone was going solo. I decided that Gary had sucked long enough and my dick was coated in spit. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled Gary off, tilting his head back. The smile on his face was big and I hoped it would get bigger in a few minutes. "Turn around and get on all fours" I said firmly. "Damn, he's really makin him his bitch" one guy muttered. I knelt down behind him and slapped one butt cheek before spreading his ass apart. I spit on the exposed hole a couple times and worked some of it in with my finger. I spit again and leaned in, giving a couple laps with my tongue over his winking hole. "Eeeeew, that's disgusting" a guy said. I leaned back and saw everyone was still stroking. "You eat your girlfriend's pussy?" I asked, not sure who had made the comment. The guy that had met me at the door said "Yeah" and I knew it was the same voice. "This is the same thing. He knows to clean it before sex and it tastes a million times better than every girl's pussy I've eaten" I replied. I spit a few more times on his hole, pushing it in with a pair of fingers. I moved closer and rubbed the tip over Gary's hole. The moment I started to push in another guy asked "No condom?" "He's not going to get pregnant, is he?" I asked, snickering while my cock drove in deeper. Gary was moaning and working his ass muscles around my cock. "Yeah... but you can catch other shit" was the retort. I didn't realize I was going to have to narrate the fuck for these guys and just wanted to start thrusting into his warm hole. The only good part about the comments was that it meant they were actually watching us. "I trust him. He's not a slut at the book store taking everyone's dick. Now let me do what I came here for" I replied. It took a lot of restraint to not tell them that I'd already knocked him up, but I didn't know if Gary had told him of the bug lurking inside him. The talking may have stopped, but not the sounds. It wasn't just Gary moaning either. Some of the guys were definitely enjoying the show while one guy kept closing his eyes only to open them up and watch me fuck a minute later. I added some grunts as I built up my pace, drilling his ass with my bare cock. A glance around found all of the guys with their cock's in their hands, stroking at various speeds and grips. My hands moved from Gary's waist to his shoulders, letting me begin to pound his ass. The sound of my hips slapping into Gary's butt added to the chorus of sounds filling the room. I began to grunt louder and every set of eyes were glued on us. Gary started to shove back as I thrust in and he began to grip my cock tighter with his ass muscles. My strokes got faster and I breathlessly told Gary "Gonna breed your ass." "Fuck!" got yelled out a couple seconds later and I caught one guy shoot his load all over his trimmed chest hair and stomach. It was a nice cock that I'd like to feel thrusting into my own ass. A few more thrusts and my cock started to pulse, pumping my viral seed into Gary's poz ass. It was like dominoes, with the guys shooting their loads one after another. I even felt Gary shoot his cum into his jock pouch. When all the activity had died down, I asked "Anyone want to give it a try? He's all lubed up." There was a several second pause before a tall redhead stood up, looking a little nervous and stepping out of his shorts. He walked over towards me and I slowly pulled out of Gary's slick hole. The guy knelt down and I watched his hand shake as he guided his thin cock to Gary's dripping hole. He slid in easily since I was much thicker than him. After only five or six strokes he cried out and I watched his body quiver as he dumped his cum into Gary's ass. "Oh fuck! I can't believe I did that" the guy said, pulling out, grabbing his shorts and scurrying up the stairs. Gary and I were the only ones chuckling. The other guys were looking at each other, unsure what to do next. I did catch one other guy staring at my still hard cock. I walked over to the guy that shot first, scooped up some of the cum off his chest with my finger and winked at him before licking my finger clean. I got a message from Gary when I was back home. "Thanks a lot hotter than I thought it wud be love how u took charge lookin forward to next time." -- Evan: Four chasers had consumed all of my free time and the only other sex was some quick hookups with Danny where he drilled me harder than normal before dumping a big load in my ass. I'd encouraged him to be more aggressive when he fucked me, since that's what I prefer. I had another guy that wanted to experience his first viral fuck but we could never set up a time. Laying on my bed with Danny next to me and his cum safely sealed inside my ass I wanted to suggest that he stop shaving his chest. I knew it could be a sensitive topic and many guys didn't take grooming suggestions well. "How long have you been shaving your chest?" I asked. "Since high school" he replied. "Ya know, you might have more hair there than you know. Your body changes. It might be worth a try to let it grow a few weeks and see what happens" I told him. He tried it and I got nothing but a stream of bitching from him as his chest itched more than it ever had. I laughed but saw some fur coming out across his chest along with that infamous patch in the center between his nipples that he thought was "stupid." By the second week it was looking better and the bitching slowed. I brought up the tattoo again, having finally decided what I wanted and where. Danny said that the guy that had pozzed him had given him a gift certificate for some mods and he had some money left on it. We went to the shop to talk and see if I liked the tattoo artist. Danny said the guy he had talked to before wasn't there, so we talked to this other artist once he finished his current client. Simon was pretty cute. He looked to be about thirty and was a weird mixture of punk, hipster and accountant. I got to see his work, though, both in live form via his other client and his portfolio book and it was impressive. He could probably do what I wanted in his sleep. When I showed the pics to him he got a big smile on his face, but wanted to know if I knew what it meant. Once I told him I was a poz cub, he chuckled and revealed his own biohazard tattoo. The thing that really surprised me was that Danny wanted to get a tattoo as well. He showed Simon a pic on his phone and zoomed in on one of the guys that had a tribal scorpion tattoo exactly like he wanted. I guessed that he was finally accepting his new life. Simon had sketched out each of our tattoos and we set up a time the following week. He said he would make up a couple versions of them and we could decide which we wanted when we came in for the appointment. We got back to my room and both of us were horny. We did something that we never had done before and flip fucked. Both of us ended up with a load of cum in our guts and our balls were empty. -- Danny: I was laying there in Evan's room on my back. I had just finished dumping another load into his ass and then pulled the plug from under his pillow and pushed it into him. "Do you prefer knowing you're pozzing a guy up or was it hotter when you thought you were neg and not even thinking about it?" Evan asked. "I don't like to think about it. At least the two guys that I unintentionally infected and still talk to me are OK with it. I don't hookup as much as I used to, though. How about you?" I asked. Evan grinned and replied "I only top guys that are chasing or don't care. The rest fuck me. The guy that paid me gave me the rest of the money now that he converted. I'm gonna use some of it to pay for the tattoo I wanted. Now I need to find a shop to do it." "I know a place. The guy that pozzed me gave me a gift certificate for there. There's still some money left on the certificate since all I got were my ears pierced. They do both tattoos and piercing" I replied. Evan chuckled. "Cool. He gave you a couple gifts, then. Want to go over there some time this week with me?" Evan asked. We walked into the shop on Thursday afternoon. The girl that had pierced me was at the counter and I explained that Evan wanted to talk to someone about a tattoo. A guy was working on a customer's full back tattoo and told us to give him ten minutes and he'd talk to us. We waited and after Simon, the tattoo guy, finished with the customer, he came over. Simon looked a little nerdy above the neck with his glasses and spotty scruff, but his arms, hands and legs were covered in ink, at least everything I could see outside of his tee and baggy shorts. "I got a couple pics of what I want" Evan said, pulling out his phone. A smile came over Simon's face as he looked at the two pictures, flipping back and forth and sketching something out on a pad of paper. "Do you know what the symbol means?" Simon asked Evan. Evan nodded and said "Yeah. I'm a poz cub so I think it fits me pretty well." "Sweet. Welcome to the club. I had a chemistry major want one and then came back a few months later looking to get it covered up when guys kept hitting on him" Simon said, rolling his hand and revealing his own biohazard tat on his left wrist. "Now, where do you want it and how big?" Simon asked, snickering. It took a second before I grasped the double meaning of his question. After a little discussion, Evan had his shirt off and they spent some time playing around with where on Evan's pectoral to put it. Simon pulled out his schedule book and they set up a time. "While we're here... I have some money left over on a gift certificate and I'd like to get a scorpion done too. And yeah, I know what it means" I said with a laugh. I showed him a pic on my phone that I had from Stu's football weekend and zoomed in to Tomas' scorpion tattoo. "Just like this, except I want it on my hip, below my waist, so it's normally covered by jeans or shorts" I told Simon. He looked the pic over and muttered "Stung you good, huh?" before grabbing a screen shot and forwarding it to himself. "A friend of his did, but yeah" I replied quietly. A week and a half later, Evan and I were inked. He even paid for the difference between what was left on my gift certificate and the cost of the tattoo, plus a nice tip for Simon. My dick immediately got hard the moment I saw my tattoo, which was a lot the next two weeks as I followed Simon's care instructions religiously. I liked his last, hand written, instruction the best and was eagerly waiting for two weeks to lapse so we could "Recharge your tattoo artist." My pubic hair slowly grew back after being shaved for the tattoo. Evan had convinced me to stop shaving my chest and I was amazed that I had a decent covering over my chest now. It wasn't as thick as Evan's or Ben's, but looked a lot better than I thought it would. I would probably be buying fewer shavers and cream too.

I took 6 loads tonight. Two at my house. Two more at a cruising area nearby and then the last two were from the same "straight" married black cock. We were back behind some shed w/ an awning. My hole is still hungry...

Part 1 - Tainted Seed☣🌱 | Part 2 - 🏞️Lecherous Burgeon🌿 | Part 3 - 🪓Fallen Branches🌲 ____________________ Part 4 - 🍃Turning a New Leaf🍂 The flush of a toilet barely stifled a groan as Patrick exited the bathroom. He was drenched in sweat, pale, and barely made it to the bed before stumbled and flopped onto it, clutching his belly in intense pain as he turned to his work laptop. Conveniently he was able to work from home to escape the climate at work to some extent. James mentioned that they were inquiring as to who damaged the elevator door but didn't seem to have narrowed it down to Patrick yet. He was surprised that the police hadn't shown up to arrest or question what he did to Cypher. The consequences of his actions looming with a doomed fate. Patrick did see that Cypher was still online since yesterday, still appeared to be turning tricks at the local bath house based on his active status and location. He hadn't received any further messages from him either which amplified the anxiety in the petrified man before he double over responding to a sudden cramp. He didn't understand why these symptoms had developed so rapidly and he was feeling weaker; and the “hunger” feeling in his balls only seemed to be getting stronger as if he felt starved. Once he had climaxed in Cypher the relief was immediate, and he came to his almost normal senses but by the time he had gotten home he had started to feel flu-like symptoms and intense cramps. The phone rang and much to Patrick’s surprise he saw that it was his doctor’s office and not work. He eagerly picked up the phone and before he could let the caller state anything he quickly sputtered “Dr. Folmes, the symptoms have been getting worse and now it appears that flu-like symptoms have developed.” Patrick froze in surprised embarrassment as he heard not Dr. Folmes but instead Nathan’s snide voice on the line. “Did you play with anyone else since your visit?” “No!” Patrick denied before the color drained from his face as the tapping click of Nathan’s tongue echoed across the line in disappointment. “I don’t think so. You aren’t getting the necessary sustenance. Anything else will supply almost immediate relief, but if it’s not from the source then it’s going to be seen as toxic and your body will try to reject it in time only leaving you hungrier.” Silence brought an uncomfortable tension within Patrick as dread seeped deeper into him and he whispered in a paranoid state. “Have you been spying on me?” “Not exactly Patrick. But I can sense your hunger and it’s only going to get worse. You need to assimilate with the source to complete its progression and it will finally stop rejecting itself.” “What the hell are you talking about?” But Patrick nearly dropped the phone as he felt an abrupt sensation present itself in the environment of the room. He looked around, before realizing that a thin wispy vine had slowly pried through the opening of the window and was expanding it further to allow other vines in at an eerily slow but abnormal pace. To creep in and noticeably bloom in a rampant yet elegant style initially brought a full panic; but faded as the spores wavered through the air. Patrick was lulled into a much calmer state as the phone dropped, and he slowly walked to the window as if in a trance. Another scent became more increasingly strong as the troubled man stood closer to the window and he saw outside a rather large bulbed flower. While the sensations brought on by the spores fogged his cognitive processing an overwhelming primal hunger nearly ripped out of him as he sniffed. It was too familiar, and his lips salivated while opening the window fully before at once leaning over and inching towards the pedals as he leaned over the windowsill. Patrick didn’t even notice how the nectar had dripped over his own flowers and the altered nectar had caused a near wilted state being of pernicious form. All too soon he found his tongue deep inside the bulb to devour the altered nectar from the flower. A loud groan of satisfaction echoed between the man's lips and evolved into a growl. A soothing wave of relief enveloped over Patrick before the starved primal urge to mate took over with little aversion as the milky nectar was gulped down. Through the front of his robe Patrick’s shaft started to swell in better proportion to his swollen testicles and the last of his paranoia had faded completely away as he could have sworn, he heard a whisper. Patrick finally ceased eating out the sweet sap as he his tongue licked clear any substance that the flower had delivered. He looked eagerly out beyond his yard and past his own flowers which despite supplying the sustenance that was pulsing through Patrick’s veins with lusting primal power now lay dead and completely shriveled on the ground. His eyes saw to across the road where the trees formed a small patch of woods, and he squinted his eyes. He couldn't see anyone, it was bright in the day, but he almost thought he could see the trees waving back at him. “No-no-. It must be the fever...” Patrick lied out loud to himself. But even though he felt immediate relief, and his senses seemed to be returning to his new “normal” it was soon disrupted. He shuddered as he felt that longing hunger deep within his still swollen balls. The growling ache truly hadn't left him, and he slowly exhaled as he went to grab his keys. Patrick was feeling exponentially better than how he'd woken up. But part of him knew it wasn't meant to last and he needed to greet his new found purpose so eagerly caring about him and his recovery. Despite Patrick's eyes slowly glowing green as he paced to the door the final part of him that was human couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last time, he would see his home. He pondered lucid thoughts on how he'd fucked and to some extent improperly played with several friends and strangers in his home all about and wondered if he'd miss experiencing that “norm”. The man didn't resist, he knew that any reluctance or hostility was effort wasted and even with that he couldn't help but feel a tingling excitement and yet he had no idea what was about to happen. A nectar coated tongue licked his lips as they morphed into a rather corrupt grin. ____________________ The sweaty knuckles firmly clenched the handlebars on the fuck bench, barely keeping Cypher in place while his hole was repeatedly pounded by Drew. The top’s 8-inch dick was immensely thick, and Cypher could feel the girth stretching him out but not like he normally experienced. What’s more interesting is this was Drew’s 3rd breeding that day on his hole and he was all more than eager to “confirm” Cypher’s sensations that had abruptly started changing the day prior. Even better is that Cypher appeared to have gained more control of the sensation where he could increase the strain that his hole allowed for while the cock was enveloped by his ass. Despite the immense abuse and repeated strikes on his hole, Cypher’s ass instinctively tightened prompting Drew to nearly pass out as he cummed more intensely than the earlier two times. “Holy fuck! I-...I-...” Cypher felt Drew collapse on top of him, deeply panting into the back of his neck while his ass continued to instinctively milk Drew’s spunk. It was like an eager feeding and Cypher felt a humble warm feeling as if he had just completed a delectable meal. “Okay Drew, we really need to get going now.” Cypher looked up to see Drew's partner Eric firmly grabbing the limp hand of his mate, but the man was too weak to properly stand as he flopped back onto a standard bench panting. “-Really Drew...you’ve got work in an hour.” Cypher’s ears perked at that last phrase before realizing on his watch he’d already missed the client meeting while he was too consumed with this new sensation, he’d been completely oblivious to the fact he’d spent most of the day at the bath house. “Fuck-...” “Oh no... Did Drew keep you too long?” Eric holstered the limp man under his shoulder to help him walk; starting to get a little concerned he wasn’t fully with the two of them in conversation. Eric couldn’t help but glance towards Cypher’s ass in tempted curiosity as he’d already fucked it earlier. “No, I did this to myself-...sort of...” Cypher said in a conflicting state and got up from the fuck bench. He quickly paced to the shower room and rinsed off quite roughly as he expected to feel that familiar drip of cum down his leg along with the warm water, but none escaped from his bizarre bosom. He looked up when he realized four men were staring at him and Cypher felt embarrassed to reveal once he realized they had been waiting their turn. “I’m so sorry guys, but I’ve been here too long already and have to run to work.” The men shuffled off and Cypher almost instinctively called out “Wait!” but instead he caught himself; surprised. He’d always been that over-eager tacky slut to hunt down a good load, but this was even irresponsible of him to disregard his work almost completely at this level. He sternly focused on showering off as quickly as he could before haphazardly running to the lockers and nearly slipping with wet feet around the corner before being caught gracefully by one of the men who had been gawking at him in the shower. “Careful, it’s ‘don’t drop the soap’, not ‘don’t bruise your butt-’” The man stopped realizing it was Cypher then smirked before adding. “Then again with the pounding you’ve gotten today.” Cypher was able to reestablish himself standing before chuckling with a slight brush. “You’d be surprised, it’s like my ass has recently.... evolved? Not sure that sounds like it makes any-” He stopped, realizing that the man was indeed staring at Cypher’s waist line observing the towel barely covering his crack. While the towel had loosened after nearly colliding with the stranger a mere release of Cypher’s hand exposed it fully and that was all the invitation needed to fulfill the initially avoided collision. The floor only got more wet as Cypher’s feet tried their best to brace himself against the fallen towel as he grabbed onto the corner of the locker and felt his ass instinctively open up to the man’s shaft. Luckily the top seemed to have a better footing with his sandals and was able to keep Cypher stalled between his own thighs as his shaft fully impaled Cypher. “You have no idea how disappointed I was to not contribute my own cum to the mix earlier. Guess I’ll have to help you start over with a fresh batch.” “Yes, I don’t know why I would have thought to waste any man’s seed-” Cypher paused, the realization that cum hadn’t seeped out in the shower joggled his mind and the urge to fuck briefly gave him a stop gap in wondering what the hell he was doing. He was going to be late to work, he needed to leave now, but the stop gap’s effect ceased as the man started to thrust roughly into him; being pressed up against the locker he hugged the humid metal surface as his urges took control. The area where they were openly breeding wasn’t exactly permitted for open exposure like they were performing but that did nothing to prompt anyone to interrupt the man’s brutal fucking of Cypher’s ass. The new found breeder instinctively thrusted deeper into the ass as he panted. “Did you use some sort of special lube?” Cypher was drooling onto the metal surface of the locker as he felt his cheeks continue to part and strain on the man’s meat to entice that load, he was starting to get hungry for again. He mumbled simply “-just-showered” between pants and the man paid no further attention to it. He had grown suspicious of a numbing sensation slowly seeping down his shaft which prompted his nerves to instinctively respond with firmer and harsher thrusts; compensating for the numbing sensation it enticed more focus on the sensation that was the culprit. In Cypher’s mind he’d essentially fallen into that mental state of fulfilling the pleasuring hunger that had been motivating more promiscuous than usual activity. He could feel his ass coating the length of the man’s shaft not the cum from earlier gentlemen’s breeding’s but a synthesis of that and something that was fusing inside the bottom’s hole. It coated the shaft that only grew in size with the eager attempts for the top to cum, but it seemed like the sensations increasingly forbade that final moment of carnal bliss. And thus, Cypher realized his ass had evolved. It was taking the top’s shaft to new heights as the numbing agent he seemed to produced did desensitize, but it only boosted that urge to reach the height of orgasm as he’d experienced with Drew and the other men; fucking to the point of exhaustion where that release of bliss was amplified to intense proportions. A grin appeared as he proudly sensed the man mounting him was reaching that intensity now. An echoing roar vibrated around the lockers as Cypher lost his stance against the lockers with the weight of the man collapsing on him. They both fell to the sweat dripped ground and though not entirely comfortable, Cypher’s ass didn’t dare allow that cock to slip out as the seed was absorbed quickly. He was able to roll both of them over on their side as he came to realize the man was unconscious still hard in his ass. “Okay Cypher, I know you’re popular already around here, so you don’t need to keep breaking records and causing a scare like that-” Cypher looked up to see the front-desk staff throw some towels on him and the spent top who was still out cold. “Actually, why are you still here? Normally you’d be at work around this time, right?” A dreadful sensation sunk deep within Cypher looking at the clock up on the wall in strike contrast to how easy it had been to not realize he’d blown another hour getting fucked. All he uttered was a gasp before moaning on instinct as he pulled away from the groin and the engorged shaft slipped out, but he realized it didn’t faze him at all given his newly realized ability. It also didn’t faze the unconscious man as he heard the staff-member ask “Hey, is he all-right?” “God fucking-damn it...” Cypher saw missed calls and emails for him as he quickly retrieved his items and clothing. He barely had his shirt on before his phone went off again and he answered it recognizing the name. “Kevin-, I’m on my way. How bad is it?” “Uh, well only 2 are threatening to cancel contracts but it’s the typical queens. Where are you?” His assistant replied. Cypher didn’t bother tying his shoes walking in an unstable manner on tip toes in them as he buckled his pants to his waist. “Lost track of time while I was at the Bath of Wrath-” Dashing out the door to his car he couldn’t help but cringe as Kevin remarked.” “Really?” Cypher slid into the car seat as he quickly started the engine and stuttered. “I know! I d-don’t know-....” He froze for a moment as a familiar vehicle drove in front of him. For a moment he thought he had merely just spotted a lookalike of Patrick, but something told him otherwise as he then cut off his assistant. “Actually Kevin-.... I know this is going to make your life hell today but I’m really not feeling that well...Please cancel all appointments today.” It wasn’t so much an expression of frustration but rather concern he heard on the line. “I understand, but are you going to be, okay?” Cypher put the car into drive as he hung up without answering before starting to follow his compelling instinct.

The first step to be a cumdump is to watch and jack off to videoes of anon bb scenes. Talk about how great it is to be filled with cum and how guys like wet juicy holes to use. Add videoes of glory hole breeding. Push the “anon” scene. Once the hunger and desire of being blindfolded and the top is also feeding poppers… it becomes a learned reaction of pleasure. Then you have the bottom blindfolded, half the battle is over, he’s a cumdump. Instruct him to be assup facedown and blindfolded for you next meet. Don’t show up on time, purposely be 10 mins late. When you’re there eat his ass until he begs for dick. Bring a hung buddy, silently but make sure that there is a subtle hint like belt being moved around. Make sure you cum first and then have your friend follow. As the bbc or bwc enters without lube, prepare poppers to numb the cumdump. When that bbc hits the cum in his ass and the poppers hit, he’ll start banging his hole on that unknown cock. It has to be a really hung guy for his first cumdump experience. Once he’s tasted 2 tops.. well he’s already a cumdump and might as well be whored out and pimp out. He will be hungry for that next cock, if it’s not hung then he will keep seeking it load after load till his hole is trashed.

For what it's worth: (a) what you describe is not "stealthing a top" (per your title). (b) if a person's sexual practices don't line up with yours, the correct answer is to move on to another partner, not to try to convince him to abandon what he feels is necessary for his safety.

My best dark room experience was at Steamworks. Lots of guys to wend through in the short dark corridor. Slowly made my way through giving and receiving lots of touches and fondles but nothing committal or that fully grabbed my attention. I was at the far end near the exit (a little light seeping in) when a young guy (early 20's, I was in my 60's) grabs my hand and pulls me into an empty alcove. No missing he wants me! He moves in behind me and starts teasing my hole with his bare cock. Immediately clear he's offering what I most want. I provide spit for lube and his raw cock is soon deep inside me. He raw dogs me for a short time and nuts deep in me without saying a word. I reach behind to make sure my ass is creamy and am not disappointed.He quickly Thanks me and is gone. I know he was young. But know nothing else. Later I walk the halls knowing I could have anyone of a number of the young guys I see cum in my guts. I felt so fuckin horny and delightfully dirty, twisted and satisfied. But not so satisfied as to not cruise the place for more raw cock!

Hooked up with a guy on squirt. Went to his hotel. Stripped. Tried a little foreplay but he couldn't get it up. He rolled over and said fuck me. I was hard as hell. Straight in - he was lubed and ready. Fucked him raw and unloaded. Got dressed and left. In sll 15 mins and he had my load in him.

I was traveling for work and was in a hotel on my own. As soon as I checked in, I noticed the elevator didn't need a keycard and I was in the middle of the gay district. My cock immediately started to grow. My meetings weren't until 3:00 PM, so I pretended my flight was delayed so I could have the morning/mid afternoon to myself. Logging on to Grindr, I located a guy in my hotel - 32 feet away. He looked good from his pics, mid-30s, top, fit, Spanish tall (like me), and hung thick uncut. So I thought 'Okay, let's do this'. I asked him if he was into raw. His reply was "Only," so it was on, giving him my room number. Pulling on my red 'Nasty Pig' jock, I left the door ajar, positioned myself ass-up and awaited his arrival. When I heard the door open, I turned and immediately noticed his height. Now, I'm 6"4' so usually everyone is shorter than me, so I don't really notice height unless the guy is exceptionally tall. In this case, however, he was so tall I immediately thought 'Damn, he's tall as fuck'. I also noticed he was even better than his photographs had suggested. My nine inch cock got rock hard and was now sticking straight of the jock strap. I heard the hot sound of his belt unbuckling, and his jeans hitting the floor. He immediately started eating my ass, the scruff from his beard burying into my cheeks while his tongue borrowed into my hot pink hole. Although my hole is always quite tight, he readily opened me up. While I was nervous about taking his thick piece, he had left my ass wet and slick, so when he him pull off and start to tease my ass with his big purple head, I begged him to slide in. The only thing on my mind was that big mushroom squirting its load in my guts. He entered me slowly - I told him I wanted to feel every inch. I could even feel his head slip out of its hood straight into my hole. His precum and spit was all the lube we needed. He fucked me so hard and deep I could have cum without touching myself. He made me pull apart my cheeks so he could get even deeper. Every thrust hit my g-spot and I was in ecstasy. I was doing all I could not to cum, and he was milking my prostate so much that I was leaking precum like I never had before. At one point the bed was so wet from my precum he actually thought I had cum. Several times he made me lick my own precum and share it with him in a kiss. We fucked for probably 30 minutes in all different positions. My raw ass was his and he could have it any way he wanted. He would now and then pull out and feed me his cock so I could taste all the ass juices and his precum, and then tell him to kiss him with it. After a while, his beard was glistening with all the saliva, ass juice, and precum from both him and me. Finally, I could feel him getting close. He started in that ryhthm which tells the bottom he would soon feel ropes of cum blow into his guts. This guy, however, was definitely in charge, and demanded I beg for his load, demanding I tell him how much I wanted to be knocked up, have his babies in my ass. Finally I pulled my ass cheeks apart so he could breed me deep, he shook slightly, at which point I felt a river of sperm spurt into my insides. His load was feverishly hot, and I could feel every spurt. I was going wild, thrusting and pushing back to suck up every drop. As he came down from his orgasm he lay on top of me, shaking, as my ass continued milking his cock to the last drop. He pulled out and I could feel a solid trail of sperm dribble down my leg. He slapped my ass, commenting it had been an amazing fuck, and moved to dress. Getting up, I thanked him, and learning we would both be at the hotel another day, I gave him my extra key card, telling him I wanted every drop of cum his balls could produce. Smiling, he accepted the key card and stepped into the hallway, shutting the door behind himself - but not all the way.... ?

Chapter 1 Men in various stages of undress surrounded me on all sides. Some were here for the music, moving in time with the techno rhythm. Others were here for the sex, fucking and getting fucked all over the club. Some were here to socialize, chatting with their friends on sofas. But all here were gay, and most were on drugs; a stark contrast to the closeted and vanilla offerings in my small town. This was my first night out in the big city, having moved here some months ago, with the few gay friends I had made promising it would be a fun- and sex-filled night. Moving past the throng of muscle-clad bodies, I spotted him. I recognized him almost immediately among the crowd: at 2 meters, he stood far taller than most people there, his 5 o’clock shadow peppered with grey, his face rough and wrinkled – typical for someone in his 50s. He was a mammoth of a man, definitely over 120 kilos, and while many at the party would have dismissed him because he didn’t have a sixpack, I much preferred his build: gigantic, clearly powerful from years of work at the gym, as if his goal was perpetually to bulk and never to cut. He looked just like he did those few times I saw him at the gym: sweaty and red-faced – probably the result of hard drugs circulating through his system rather than a hard workout – except for the fact he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Oddly enough, aside from his stubble, he had completely shaved off every trace of body hair, and odder still, I found it perfectly complemented his gargantuan build: every inch of his frame was exposed, his muscles accentuated by the sheen of sweat that would normally be obscured by body hair, making him appear even bigger, more threatening. I catch a brief glimpse of the monster hanging between his legs and my hole twitched. A thick, uncut piece of meat travelling down his thigh, perfectly framed by thick balls, bulging veins traveling along its length and disappearing into his crotch. The head poked out just a little through the foreskin, glistening as a few drops gathered at the tip. Whether it was precum, piss, or sweat, I didn’t care; I needed to have him in me. “Luke! Let’s go!” hearing my name, I snapped back to the present, and continued with my friend, Alex, to the toilets to snort some lines and take some G. Reminding myself not to stare so blatantly, I rushed over, and as soon as the drugs took effect, I threw myself into the moment: dancing, chatting, flirting, making out with hot guys left and right. The jockstrap that formed the entirety of my outfit made sure I attracted a lot of attention. But no matter how much I tried to avoid it, my mind kept going back to the guy from the gym, skimming the crowd in hopes of catching another glimpse of his immense frame and giant cock. Alex was talking to me about some hot Cuban guy he sucked off in the bathroom, and while I wasn’t really following the conversation, I immediately noticed when he went quiet, his eyes locked on to something behind me, towering over me. Feeling a hand on my shoulder and a hard dick brush up against my lower back, I froze too, hoping it was him. Here he was, two hours since I spotted him in the crowd, his breath hot on my ear, his beard scratching the goosebumps that prickled up on the back of my neck. “Hey there bitch”, he said in a low rumble. “I’ve seen you looking at me from across the room.” My face immediately turned red, and my heart skipped a beat. Shit, I thought I was being discreet! “I’ve also seen you drooling over me at the gym. Yeah, I remember you. I saw your faggot eyes sneak a peek at my junk in the locker room whenever they got the chance.” He took a step closer, his hard cock sliding up my back as he pressed his body to mine. He cast a forceful glance at Alex, who just nodded and disappeared into the crowd, instinctively knowing to leave me to this monster of a man. “Now listen here bitch. You want this dick?” I nodded. “Then there are some ground rules you have to follow. First, what I say, goes. I tell you to lick piss off the floor? You do it. I tell you to present your pussy to some thug on the street? You fucking do it. The moment you say ‘no’ is the moment you’re never getting this dick again. Understood?” Fuck, this was serious. Hesitating, I nod. “Good. Second, I got used to a certain way of fucking, and I’m not about to change that. My bitches better be fucked up when they get fucked. So you want my load? You’re gonna get a fuckload of drugs shoved up that pussy before my dick goes in. You want another load after that? Well shit, kid, you’re gonna get even more spun. You got that?” “Y-yes…?” I answer. “Now the best part is where those two rules interact” he continued. “Remember rule number one? What I say, goes. So if I want to dump another load up that cunt, I’m gonna do just that, and if you refuse, no more dick. But then there’s rule number two. So before I pump another load into you, I’ll pump you full of more drugs.” Fuuuuuuck! My heart and mind were racing, terrified, but my dick was rock-hard and my hole was tingling in anticipation. In the two months since I’ve moved here, I had wasted no time embracing my inner slut: I’ve had sex on drugs before, and even sucked off a guy in the middle of the dance floor tonight. But this was a whole different level I wasn’t entirely sure I was prepared for. “So you better hope I’m done soon, bitch. But I doubt it. You’ll be speaking gibberish by the end of the night, if you’re lucky. And if you aren’t… let’s just hope I’m done with you by the time you pass out, because if I’m not, well, the rules still apply. I’ll drug you, and I’ll fuck you, and this time you can’t say no.” My dick was leaking precum, and a small groan escaped my lips as I felt his cock throb against my back, picturing it pumping a load into my guts. “So what’ll it be?” he asked. But something about his tone told me he already knew my answer. I could stop at any time, I told myself. I could just let him fuck me once, twice maybe, and then simply refuse anything that came after. I took a deep breath, and nodded. “Good boy. Now, let’s get you fucked up reeeeeeeal good.” Heart thumping, I followed his glistening naked body across the dance floor to a half-empty sofa on the other side. Grabbing me by my arm, he roughly sat me down on one end, briefly interrupting the casual chat two guys were having on the other side. Reaching under my legs, he easily pulled me down the sofa cushion until I was lying on my back, and lifted my legs over my head. “Alright bitch. Put your fingers in that sweet cunt of yours and open it wide for daddy.” Quietly, I obeyed, as he reached into his fanny pack and took out a baggie filled with white powder, opening it up, and bringing it close to my hole. “You ready to fly, bitch?” I could feel the adrenaline taking over as the powder tipped ever closer to the edge of the bag, the reality of what was about to happen starting to hit me. Looking at him with fear in my eyes, once again, I nodded. “Fuck yeah,” he said, and started pouring the drugs into me, slowly at first, but then tipping the baggie until more started falling out, quickly surpassing what I would consider a normal amount of any drug, then twice that amount, and still, he continued. He grinned as he saw the terrified look on my face. “You wanna know what’s in here?” he asked, a playful smile taking over his face. I realized at that point that I had no idea what he was putting in me, so caught up I was in the moment. Once more, I nodded, wide-eyed, watching him shake out a little more powder before closing the baggie and putting it away. If at least I knew what it was, I could prepare myself for whatever high, however strong, was coming my way. “Fuck if I know!” he laughed. “I found that baggie on the floor over there. Guess we’re both in for a surprise soon.” He spit on my hole, rubbing the glob in with his thick, calloused finger. “You two!” he barked at the guys sitting next to us, now transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of them. “Spit!” he commanded, extending an open hand in front of them. They quickly obliged, watching him take the thick globs of spit and spread them along his throbbing dick before turning all his attention back to me. “Now, open wide, bitch!”

Okay guys, what are your top peeves or aggravations when hooking up somewhere? Too loud? Unwashed? Catfish? I'll go first, getting fucked by nervous guys. I'm a cumslut, I don't mind what you look like or how big your dick is, I don't need to be pleasured, I get off on being used and knowing that a guy was able to get off because of me. I get so many guys who stop fucking half way and ask if I'm sure it's okay or if they're doing a good enough job, and I'm like "that's why I was moaning and telling you to not stop". It puts me in the awkward position of having to stop myself saying "your dick is too small and I can barely feel it so please just breed me and go". One guy last week was fucking me in a sling at the sauna and he kept stopping whenever he felt any movement around him and looking around. He fucked me on and off for 20 minutes and queues of guys built up behind him and got sick of waiting. I asked him why afterwards and he said he was scared his husband would walk in on us. Why the fuck would you go to a gay sauna with your husband if you didn't expect him to fuck other people? I should have just pushed him away and yelled next 🙄

& to feel both their dicks explode together in my hungry pussy. 😛

Chapter 2 Uncle King gently rocked his hips back and forth, asking Kip for more lube. Kip squeezed some lube on Uncle King's giant cock and on my hairless hole. Then, he picked up the pipe, took a big hit, and shotgunned me, kissing me ferociously. "Tweak his nipples!" Michael called out to Kip from behind the camera. When I jumped from Kip's touch, more of Uncle King's cock pushed into my hole. I grunted and moaned, while writhing away from Kip's thumbs and fingers. "Oh, that is just all kinds of excellent!" Kip laughed, a little sadistically. "We'll have to see if there's anything in that duffel bag for nipples. If not, my mom has clothespins I can borrow." The thought of this turned me on. I had played with my nipples while jerking off before, and always loved how it felt. These guys sure seemed to know what they were doing when it came to using a guy like me. Kip took another hit, and shotgunned me once again, while still stroking my cock. I was beginning to rock back on Uncle King's cock a little, meeting him on his subtle thrusts. I guess he didn't wanna go for broke and spook me. Almost as if he'd read my mind, King said, "Nice and slow, Little Buddy. I got you. Nice and slow. Keep rocking back on that big daddy dick. You gonna call me 'Daddy' when I plow your hot little hole, Little Buddy? You gonna tell me 'Yes, Sir!' and 'No, Sir!' when I ask you questions while I'm fucking you?" "Yes, Sir!" I answered, already getting into the spirit of it. He grinned. "Nice. We're gonna have a lot of fun. First question: "You gonna get mad if we invite other guys over to use you this week?" Wow. The thought that such a big secret as this would - could - go beyond the four of us hadn't occurred to me. Of course, I'd arrived that evening expecting nothing more than a routine workout and sleepover. "No, Sir!" I stammered, not too confidently. Then I added, "Like who?" "That's our little secret," King replied, winking at me as he rocked his cock back and forth, with a few inches now buried in my hole. "But there are quite a few guys around town who have it bad for you, Little Buddy. You're gonna have a fun time, though, I promise! You just gotta keep this all a secret, OK?" "Yes, Sir!" I replied. "Attaboy, Little Buddy!" King beamed down at me. His voice sounded proud. Slowly, Uncle King pulled his cock out, followed by the beads, one by one - which drove me insane as they put pressure on my prostate and then popped out my hairless hole. Then, he quickly stuffed his cock back in the gape before it closed up again. With the beads now gone, he now had a couple of inches more in there. "Sooooooooo fuckin' tight! Goddamn this is some Grade A boypussy right here, guys." Kip reached over and spanked me hard on my right asscheek. I jumped, and as I did so, Uncle King's cock slid in another couple of inches. This was happening, and I fucking loved it. I moaned out: "Oh, fuck me, Uncle King! Fuck me! Put it in me!" "Call me 'Daddy' Little Buddy," King reminded me. "And call Michael 'big brother,' OK? I've always wanted a boy of mine to take care of me, but Michael was never into it. You're like the faggot younger son I never had, and the cocksucking little brother Michael never had." That was off-the-chain hot. I wondered what King might have done to try to entice Michael to play with him. Had Michael done *anything* with his dad before, I wondered? With the smoke, my thoughts were nasty and scattered. I imagined that maybe King had secretly given Michael meth, too, like he had done with me. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I replied, focusing, grunting, and thrusting back on him as he got a little more aggressive with his strokes. Michael was taking pictures like crazy. He had Kip grab the Polaroid to take more of those, too. Michael came up to my head and offered me his cock, as he urged his dad on and continued taking pictures with the Pentax. I was lying back on the bench, King holding my ankles in the air while Michael squatted down to feed me his big "big brother" cock. "Come on, Dad! You're more than halfway in now. He can take it. He's all blissed out and high as fuck. Just a little further, and you're gonna bottom out and take that sweet cherry finally! Go balls deep, Dad! Show this little faggot of ours how much he's gonna love getting fucked this week at both ends!" Uncle King grabbed my narrow hips and pulled me back onto his cock, rough. He wasn't quite as aggressive as Kip had been so far, but pretty close. I realized I liked it rough. He locked eyes with me as he began to push more steadily at my hole, rocking back and forth in larger arcs now. He was fucking a few inches inside me, for sure, and hitting my prostate with each stroke. "OK, faggot," King said to me, "Second question: name some other friends of Michael's that you have a crush on besides Kip here." Michael took his cock out of my mouth so I could answer. I thought for a second and answered, grinning and flashing my deep dimples, "Definitely Javon and Juan Pablo!" Michael laughed: "Oh, they'll be here later. That was a gimme and a no-brainer, the way you always gawked at them in the locker room while waiting for me to give you a ride home after practice. You like the dark meat, Little Buddy? HAWT! Well, they can't wait to sink their black and brown cocks into your pink, pale, hairless boyhole." Whenever I used to wait for Michael in the locker room after his practices, Javon would let his big black cock swing back and forth, hitting each leg as he walked. Whenever Michael wasn't around, he'd waggle it at me and wink at me, and say stuff like, "You ever see such a big cock, Little Buddy?" or, "Pretty little white boys like you shouldn't stare, ya know." I'd blush every time, but he'd flash his pearly whites and tell me he was just kidding, and that he was used to the white boys on the football and baseball teams checking him out. "Even the coaches do, so don't worry about it." Still, I'd always blush whenever he did it. But I always looked. Then, there was Juan Pablo. His parents had moved to West Virginia from Colombia, and his dad was a general family practitioner in town. Juan Pablo was openly into me, even around Michael. Michael often had to fuss at him to back off and leave me alone, but I noticed it always seemed to make Michael hard whenever Juan Pablo would "cross the line" with me. For instance, one time last summer, Juan Pablo had been one of the first ones off the field after practice, and had come over to talk to me as I sat on the bench waiting for Michael. Michael's locker was in a back corner. Juan Pablo angled himself so that anyone else coming into that row of lockers couldn't see, as he untied his football pants, fished out his cup, and waggled his massive uncut cock out right in front of my face, about an inch from my lips. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he'd asked me, point-blank, shaking it and tugging on his foreskin as his cock grew larger. Blushing, I shrugged. "Well, it likes you," he leered, taking my non-committal shrug as a yes. "Too bad Michael is so uptight, or we could have a little fun, you and me. Guys back home play around all the time." Just then, Michael rounded the end of the row, and stalked over to Juan Pablo, a pissed-off, set-jawed look on his face. "Put it away!" he hissed, looking around to make sure nobody else had seen. I guess he had a sixth sense about what was going down. Or maybe Juan Pablo had miscalculated the angle. "Chill, amigo!" Juan Pablo said, nonchalantly and slowly tucking himself back into his football pants. "The kid wants it, though. You know it and I know it." "There's a time and a place for everything," Michael answered cryptically. Now, as I lay there with his dad's cock burrowing into my tight, hairless hole, I realized what he'd meant at the time. The time was now - after my 18th birthday - and the place was right here in this dingy, run-down garage. It all made sense now, and was HOT AS FUCK! King interrupted my train of thought: "Next question: how old do most people still think you are, Little Buddy?" I blushed. This was a sore spot for me. Most people thought I was still around 14 or 15. I answered truthfully: "Usually they guess 14 or 15." "That's fuckin' hot, Little Buddy!" Kip whooped. "You really can pretend that you're Michael's little brother, eager to please him, and his friends, and y'all's pervy fuckin' daddy!" King grunted, thrusting more of his cock in, insistently now. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck, Kip, say more shit like that and you'll have me cumming in no time!" "It's hot as fuck, King!" Kip replied. "Give him all of that daddy dick, so his big brother can fuck him next!" Michael moved around to get a close-up of his dad's massive cock about halfway in my hole now. He told Kip to put some more lube on the back end of his dad's cock, and Kip quickly obliged. When Kip finished, he came up by my head and squatted way down for me to swallow his cock. Aggressively, he gagged me. "Breathe through your nose, Little Buddy," he instructed. "You can do this. You can throat my cock all the way if you try." I got a good bit of his cock down my throat, squeezing tight once his cockhead entered my gullet, before I gagged again. Michael was taking pictures of the action. "Holy shit, that's hot, Kip! Keep it up! He almost had it all. And you can see your cock stretching out his throat when you face-fuck him. That is so off the hook!" Kip kept at it for a few more minute, gagging me intermittently. I *almost* got it all at one point, then almost puked. Kip pulled out, as I gasped for air. "That was hot as fuck, Little Buddy! I'll give you a rest. Here, smoke some more." He handed me the pipe, leaning in to shotgun with me - kissing me aggressively and grabbing my hair hard to hold me in position - after every rip I took from the bubbler. Suddenly and without warning, King reached up and tweaked both my nipples, hard, as he rammed his cock into my hole. This time, I jumped so hard that my ring gave way and he bottomed out. I could feel his big nuts mashed up against my asscrack. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he hissed. I grunted and moaned really loud. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, fuck! That feels so good! Fuck me, Daddy! Show my big brother and his buddy what a faggot I am for your big daddy dick! Let Michael get more pictures of his little brother being y'all's boywhore and boyhole." Somehow, I just ***knew*** that I could push some of *their* buttons now, now that I knew some of *their* kinks and turn-ons. King grunted, grinned, leaned down, and told me to hold my mouth open. When I did, he spat in it. It tasted minty from his dipping earlier. "Look at you, Little Buddy, embracing the whole daddy / son / big brother roleplay thing! You're even hotter than I imagined you would be. I've known for years that you were checking other guys out - I mean, it was obvious to anyone with eyes except your dumb-as-shit parents - but we had to wait. Sorry about that, Little Buddy. But I know some guys who got into some deep shit with the law for breaking that particular Thou Shalt Not." "I understand, Dad." I replied, smiling up at him. "Good boy!" he grinned down at me. As he said this, he began to slowly pull out just a little, then easing back in, starting a slowly-building rhythm. With each pullout, he pulled a little more out, until he was longdicking me from tip to base with each thrust. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck my tight little boyhole, Daddy! Make me your bitch!" I hissed up at King, hunger in my eyes. Micheal piped up: "You're a nasty little faggot, aren't you, Little Buddy - or should I say, Little Brother? I always knew you would be. It killed me not to do anything about it. I knew you wanted it, and I wanted to help you act on your desires, but rules are rules, man." I moaned. My main crush had always been on Michael. Now, with him pretending to be my big brother? I was over the moon, delirious with horned-up, crazy, addle-minded fantasies. The smoke helped, of course. I was high as fuck, with all kinds of nasty thoughts running through my mind. Mainly, I wondered who else might be coming - or cumming - that week. And I wondered whether King had ever fucked Michael like this. It turned me on to think that King got Michael to suck and take his dick at least once. I don't know why, but the thought of him secretly slipping Michael meth like they'd done to me was a huge turn-on. "Are Javon and Juan Pablo really coming?" I asked, looking at Michael. "Yup. They'll be here later. We'll have to put the bubbler away though. They don't know I do this shit. They're due here in a coupla hours. That should give all three of us a chance to unload in your hot, hairless hole. Your hole makes you look so young, dude! It's fucking hot as hell, and it looks awesome stretched around Dad's dick, man! Just wait until you see these pix later!" King continued long-dicking me. "How's that feel, son? You like my great big daddy dick pounding your hot little boyhole?" I remembered the correct response: "Yessir, Daddy! If I'd known this felt so good, I would've been playing with my own hole all this time." Michael grinned and said: "We hid my bi mags from you, so that you had no idea how good it might feel to have a cock or something else in your ass. We wanted you as tight as possible for taking your cherry together tonight." That was hot. Still, I couldn't help but think of all the cucumbers I could've used. I'd heard boys on the bus joke about using a cucumber in the ass. Now, I wondered if they were really joking or not. King really picked up the pace now, pounding my hole and slapping his big beefy legs into my ass with each thrust. "Get ready, son! Here it cums!" he suddenly said, taking Michael, Kip, and me all three by surprise, I think. He grunted, grunted, grunted, and then - with one final total-buried-thrust - unloaded in my hairless hole. When he finished cumming, he just rested there for a minute, catching his breath. I was on fire with hunger. Pulling out, he turned to Michael and said, "Your turn." Michael waved him off. "I'll go last after all. I wanna get the pictures out of the way first before I fuck him. You go, Kip." Kip didn't need to be told twice. Shoving his dick in in one thrust, he grinned down and me and said, "Your daddy loosened you up real nice. Ready for another pounding, faggot?" King came up to my mouth and told me, "Clean my cock, son! Show Daddy what a nasty faggot he has for a son!" As Kip slammed into me, I cleaned that daddy dick, swallowing the first half, and licking off the second half to the base. I was in pig heaven. [Kip's rough fuck will be next + Javon and Juan Pablo arrive early + more guests are revealed or hinted at ... hope you enjoyed.]

Patience my Welsh fucker 🙂

Aim, for God’s sake. It drives me insane - the mouth is wide open, three inches from the cockhead, and not one drop hits the target. If I were directing, I’d leave that film on the cutting room floor and re-shoot it (literally) until they got it into the sub’s mouth… and never seen again. Really, it’s not complicated - you get ready to cum, tell the sub to open his mouth and stick out his tongue, rest the head of your cock on the end of his tongue, and blow. Then tell him to swallow. Easy, no waste, no mess, and with the right camera angle, nice visual.

As soon as I see a condom, I'm done. I will find something else, no matter how hot, sexy the guys are. Nope. Cheesy music. Cheesy dialogue. Let's hear some good dirty talk - fantasy talk, chatter about what is happening. Turn the bloody TV volume down. Distracting as hell. Loud music doesn't always help either, but TV drives me nuts. I wanna hear the guys talking about the fuck that is underway. I'm more into ass play and anal - rimming, fucking, felching. So I tend to not enjoy some guy stroking his cock off on another guy's face all that much. Cum INSIDE dammit. I love watching it seep out and drip and more. When I top, 99% of the time, I blow deep inside so I can play with his hole and watch my load drip out.... and clean it up. Great topic!

POZ on meds tested HIV Positive at 20

When I feel him about to blow i love just have the head in my mouth so I can feel it coat my tongue. I wanna savour the taste before I swallow

Not really, I've always been an exhibitionist so it does not bother me. I'd really rather have guys join in and keep the scene going instead of just watch and walking away as soon the current top pulls out. I love group scenes and have no issues with being the cumdump or one of the tops that breeds the one of the cumdumps. I definitely miss living in a city where things like that happen in bathhouses.

Same, I hate what porn has become nowadays. This might be controversial but I think the #1 most annoying thing about porn is that it is now overly filtered, moderated and restricted. I believe strongly in the freedom of the internet and the idea of what it was meant to be - the free sharing of information. Now, to be fair, I accept the validity of the argument that some aspects endanger public safety and that there do need to be hard limits but it bothers me that these limits can be so heavily swayed by these religious anti-porn lobbying groups. For example, the pornhub cleanse 2 years ago was because of this, which by the way disenfranchised thousands of online sex workers in the midst of a pandemic with zero remuneration. I'm annoyed that porn has progressively become overly sanitized under the guise of making us safer but really, it's censorship masquerading as public safety.

I got 3 more loads before I left today! An older gentleman who bred me bent over the platform in the darkroom, quickly followed by another older guy who bred me in the sling. I went back to my room and was laying face down with the door open when a younger guy came in, closed the door, climbed on my back and slid his thick cock in my sloppy hole, fucking me for about 4 minutes before asking, "you want my load?" YES! Moments later he was grunting and I felt him pulsing his hefty load in my well use hole! I then walked around and was asked into another guys room where he had me sit on the bed while he sucked my load out!

Checked into club columbus a little bit ago. Went to sit in the sauna and a guy followed me in. Sucked him hard and found a nice PA! He started fucking me and when it got too hot in there we went to my room. I lay down and he climbed on and slide in. His cocock was a nice 6 inches but I felt the PA rubbing with every stroke! After about 5 minutes of his pumping he said "I'm gonna cum". I told him to go for it! I felt his cock twitching as he unloaded inside my hole! When he limbed off, I licked him clean and told him to come back if he wants more!

My last load came from my bosses assistant on Saturday. We was driving home from a job, notice his dick was gettting hard. We have traded blowjobs in the past. He asked me if I still had that place along the way back to the office. I him yes, but I started to grop him a bit. We dropped the company car off at the office. He usually parks in area no one can see, I started to suck his 7.5 hung dick. We drove off a few blocks, got to my trailer office. Second we are in thr door, I'm on my knees, sucking his dick in his pants. We went to the bed. He unzipped his pants and starts to face fuck me. Next he forced my pants off. He forced his dick into my ass. When he breeds he gets homophobic, calling a faggot, whore. For about 20 mins he fucks me, he drops his load into me, made me clean up his dick . Spit on me and left. About an hour later, he told me he was still honry and needed my ass. I told him, door unlocked and my ass is up. He came in, just breed me again. I asked him to stay the night. We went to bed about 11pm, at about 3 am we woke up, I sucked him again and again he fucked me. We ended up sponing. At about 8 am, I could feel his hard dick right up against my ass. He said nothing, and started to fuck me again. He still has his load in me from last night. He just started to fuck me hard, again saying nothing. About five minutes later he cummed in me again. We just kissed and lay on top of each other naked. I sucked his dick, tasting my ass on his dick. We showered, just cleaning eachother off. I gave him another blowjob, swallowed his load and we kissed and cuddled for another hour.

Whimpering screaming bottoms. You're a man, take it like a man! Tops pulling out to cum.

My twink then said “wow, this has made me so horny, so what happens now? If I go back to doggy with my ass in the air do you think I’ll get a strangers load in me?”. I laughed and said “try it lad and find out as long as you know there will be some real dirty loads out there!”. At this he just let out a little bark of excitement like a little pup and proudly displayed his smooth twinky ass in the air – “I’m taking all loads tonight!”. The old guy who had been watching asked “all loads?” and my twinky friend replied “all loads daddy, breed me up”. He was stick thin but hung like a horse. He rubbed his cock along the twinks hole and started to push his hard horse cock in. My twink said “wait” and put his hand back feeling the cock lining up with his hole “few, it’s raw, on you go daddy”. My cum let him slide easily into the twink, the old guy laughed and said “off course its raw – I need to breed twinks like you – you pretend not to like us old guys then you beg for my poz cock”. The twink maneuvered with flexibility to get the old guy on his back without his cock leaving the twinks hole. The old guy moaned and my twink leant over and kissed him passionately and started to ride the old dudes pole. Eventually the twink moaned “cum in me daddy, shoot your poz cum in me”. I could actually see the old guys cock swell then he growled and spurted what looked like a huge load into my twinks ass. There was a small crowd behind us and they actually cheered.

Bottoms that pretend to be tops to get you in the bedroom. Then they want you to fuck them. I walk out.

Feeling a cock cumming in your mouth is just indescribable. Words really can't explain how it feels, you just have to experience it. Feeling my mouth stretched open, with that big, thick head resting above my tongue, and finally, that first sensation of that heavy plop of warmth land on my tongue. It feels so warm, so fresh.. It instantly puts me into a state of peace where I feel so comforted and safe, like I'm being taken care of. I love as the flavor fills my mouth up, it's getting so salty, he's trembling and moaning. Finally, being brave and taking a big gulp, truly tasting everything, it sends shivers down my spine.

The second he pulled out his wet cock from my ass, I knew I needed more seed. After he left, I logged on to Grindr -- still naked on the bed, covered in sweat with a trail of cum leading out of my ass. This Latino guy was nearby, said he was ready to breed. The thought of his fat uncut cock fucking the Spanish guy's cum deeper in me and churning his load drove me wild. I gave him my room number and within 15 min I heard the door open. I tried to make this one a bit more anonymous - I never looked up. I heard his pants hit the floor and he walked over and put a huge uncut dick in my face. I slid it down my throat and pressed my nose against his bush, inhaling his musky sweaty scent. He'd clearly been out most of the hot morning and his crotch smell worked better than poppers. My hole was craving another dump of sperm inside. After only a few minutes, he turned me around. I knew he was eager -- he didn't even take off his shirt. I could feel his head seek my hole, and he just plunged in, releasing a huge sigh as he entered me. "Fuck! It's so wet - do you have a load in there already?" he said. "Just one so far." This drove him wild. The thought of the other guy's cum as lube drove him over the edge. I braced while he nailed me harder and harder, using the headboard to hold myself while my face was buried in the mattress. All that mattered was his load in me. I felt him shake and slam into my ass one final time while he knocked me up -- the gush of cum inside my already full hole mixing with the previous dude's seed. I was in heaven - this is what bareback is all about. He pulled out and looked down. He chuckled, "Damn. dude I really flooded you." The whole encounter lasted less than 10 minutes. As he walked out and thanked me for the release, I asked him to keep the door open a crack...

🌳Taking Root: Part 1 - Tainted Seed☣🌱 The distinct sound that could be heard through the woods was a constant thud, heavy with force that echoed in the dark to a consistent rhythm until as one approached you could hear the panting of the jogger. Robert gazed forward with athletic determination with those forceful strides on the ground as his eyes darted left and right along the dark morning path, feeling the drive he normally did every morning. As the college sophomore encouraged his body to jog forward through the peaceful scenery he checked his watch and took note of the time. Once again he was ahead of schedule so with a slight sense of self criticism he slowed his pace; knowing that one of his favorite parts of the woods was coming up. The strikes on the ground from the joggers feet slowed to a more quiet pace and Robert’s slowing gasps filled the volume around him. Robert pulled his arms above his head to help his heart flow; his arm wiping away the sweat from his brown hair with the cold morning air chilled his skin. He slowly walked along the path, slowly rotating in a casual manner and confirmed no one else was around. He spotted the offshoot path which was flowered with orchids nearby. Robert was a bit more quick to turn his head up and down the path: ensuring one last time no one was around before he reached down and grabbed most of the orchids and slipped past the tree line to his secluded spot. Robert was a bit amazed how many more orchids had appeared to build up along the entrance path than the week before. He had found this spot a month ago when he noticed the first few orchids and it was like nature’s indication to mark an area off for him. He placed the flowers he had snatched in a pile behind the trees as he didn’t want anyone else to possibly find this spot while he exploited it’s lush private environment. And again Robert felt a ping of excitement as it seemed that the enclosure had grown more lush; the path not possibly viewable through the branches, grass and shrubbery. A grin emerged as Robert reached into his jogging shorts and felt his shaft start to firm up in his hand. The young man’s heart rate kept consistent but his heart beat started to exert a more forceful pulse as Robert started falling into that lusting focus. His other hand slowly reached up his shirt to tweak his nipple to send a slight jolt throughout his body to further encourage a quick arousal and he knew he didn’t have that much time to risk. He gazed back once more towards the entrance before he finally abandoned his sense of decency to further expose himself to make it quick. Robert yanked down his jogging shorts exposing his ass cheeks to the cold morning air which brought on even more excitement in Robert’s mind not having been this exposed before. His shaft engorged quickly as he firmly gripped his cock to encourage blood flow to fill his shaft fully. Robert closed his eyes, focused on trying to make this a quick jerk off and rushed the experience for fear of being exposed to this much. To his shock, this further cloaked Adam’s presence as the grounds keeper grinned with a corrupted smile in the dark. “You know, it’s very possible that maybe those orchids had a purpose for others and not just you young man.” The sharp disruption of sound immediately overwhelmed Robert and he froze in the dark. It took an immense amount of will to slowly open his eyes and he almost nearly screamed in shock as he saw right before him not a mere five feet in the secluded area an older gentleman leaning up against a tree, the glow from his tobacco pipe lightly illustrating his face in the dark. “I-I-” Robert stumbled as he panicked, not realizing that his shorts had become entangled with the shrubbery behind him and he gasped as he fell. The panicking young man landed hard on the ground and frantically tried to kick the shrubbery off, but eerily they were fully enmeshed even through the fabric and he was forced to kick them off and rapidly tried to get up. He turned to head back towards the path but felt a tug on his shirt yank him back and he fell yet again on the ground. On his back the air was knocked out of him and he coughed before a strong hand covered his mouth and he nearly screamed as fear fully overwhelmed him. He was exposed waist down, to a stranger in the woods, and yet what shocked him even more was the stranger gestured to his groin and they could both see that Robert was still fully erect. “You need to calm down, bud.” Adam grunted as his hand firmly stayed placed over Robert’s lips. “The only thing you’ve done wrong so far is ruin the Orchid’s that mark this area…what makes you think this spot is entirely for you?” Robert could feel the mature hand that had a lingering earthy scent loosen it’s grip but not fully release it’s captor to where he could talk. “I’m so sorry, I’ll never do this again. I didn’t mean to destroy the flowers, I just didn’t want to shock anyone else that might come here- The glow of Adam’s pipe increased as he took a puff before he removed his hand and blew a cloud in Robert’s face. The smoke overwhelmed the young man and he was prompted to try to cough but it just numbed his panicking senses in an anomalous way. He suddenly felt Adam’s other hand firmly grab the younger man’s shaft to let the combination of smoke and sensation fuse into Robert’s consciousness. “The only one that appears to be shocked is you bud. Need to figure out not to be so selfish and realize that the park is for everyone’s enjoyment.” Robert’s eyes gazed out as his head fell back onto the grass and he felt his cock start to leak in it’s massage. His heartbeat slowed to a more erotic beat as lust and curiosity started to seep into control over the shock and fear. But those still had a grasp initially as the young man suddenly tried to snap into reality. “No no, please, we shouldn’t. We could get caught-” Again the older gentleman took a puff from his pipe but this time fully kissing Robert and filling his lungs. Robert’s consciousness finally was void as the substances overwhelmed his sense of precaution and the young man started to kiss back. The smoke triggered endorphins and primal sensations almost with a numbing effect; urging Robert to enjoy this sudden bliss exclusively. Little did he know that these inhibitions, while entirely natural, were not at all common. Adam’s boldness grew vigorously malicious with intent. He grabbed Robert’s hand closest between them and brought it to his own groin, revealing that he’d had his shaft out his overalls the entire time and was surprised when Robert instead of stroking it leaned forward to enjoy a taste. An eager tongue slid under the shaft before lips enclosed it and a satisfying groan escaped the man’s throat. He succulently indulged in this primal urge and Adam got in a more comfortable stance letting go of Robert’s shaft as the young man slowly stroked himself. The groundskeeper grinned with ardent joy with Robert’s newly discovered desire as his cock firmed up fully in the young man’s mouth and started to secrete a natural but not quite ordinary fertile seed. Robert could taste the precum start to seep out of the stranger’s shaft and shudders erupted out of the young man as it tasted like sweet, earthy sap. He rolled his eyes, sucking more intensely to indulge in this taste and soon it encouraged a steady flow while his throat grew more accustomed to the length; passing deep into his throat but the exceptional seed had numbed his throat to avoid gag reflex. “Tastes pretty damn delicious doesn’t it, bud?” Adam chuckled and he could see the jogger falling into a heavier daze as he guzzled the hypnagogic jiz. Robert felt spontaneous shivers and trembles ripple throughout his body. He had even abandoned his own shaft with the sweet taste too good to resist fully enjoying it. The effects of which were starting to corrupt Robert’s sensations even further and without a second thought he would disregard any normal doubts. “I think you’d really get a thrill climbing my tree trunk huh bud?” The jogger sheepishly grinned, almost in a foggy state as the sap continued to numb his inhibitions and mental precautions. He slowly rolled over as Adam got up and sat on the ground, his fertile shaft fully stemming a strong erection high as tainted precum drooled a slick natural flow in what little starlight shined through the shrouded area. Without any second thought or hesitation, Robert mindlessly in a slight catatonic state straddled his new found fuck friend before impaling himself rather easily onto Adam’s shaft as if by instinct. The altered cum served well in copious amounts as a slick substance until the friction started to stick to the inside lining of the younger man’s ass. As he humped, Robert found it slightly difficult to fully pull off more and more so; initially displeased with a near dunce whine. It wasn’t long before Robert was cooing before shrieking a sharp gasp clutching the nearby ground. He felt Adam’s shaft grow thicker in girth at the base to seal his hole tight. Once the shaft had engorged in width it started to pulse and grow in length; snaking deeper within the jogger than any other man could possibly go. Drool slowly streamed past the catatonic lips with Robert almost fully under the numbing effects from Adam’s mutated pre-cum penetrating deep within him and the discharged substance spreading out before coating his insides and saturating the muscle tissues harshly and invasively. The tobacco pipe glowed deep red, eerily bringing detail to a devilish grin in the dark that normally would have creeped Robert into terror but any precautionary inhibition was absent with the toxins and viral strain pouring into his blood flow and starting to mutate his cells. “Hehe, got an eager sprout now don’t we?” Adam firmly grabbed onto the new converts waist as he focused the shaft to grow further to the most he could muster. He could feel his dick sliding ever further deep into the core of the young man’s body. He could feel his slick toxic precum coat the insides with an increasing fluid slickness that started to make him shudder. He had thought to just get off by encouraging a mutual jackoff with the frequent jogger. But when he saw Robert disrespecting nature’s growing abundance which was encouraging this act; he knew he had to inspire the miscreant to better understand the vegetation. How it encouraged him to be a bit frisky and transparent in exposure. How it celebrated in essence the bliss he was about to feel as Adam gasped; feeling his nuts pull up and start pumping toxic mutated cum down the length of his shaft. “Here’s your fuck seed up your cunt! Can’t wait to see what fruits you’ll help bear with other visitors!” Adam called out feeling his orgasm echo down his shaft and unloading into the young convert. He had wondered what the effects of his cum would be since he had suffered from a freak accident with an experimental fertilizer “donated” from a company close to the city board members. Despite his criticisms on how it was delivered, he found himself directly exposed and was hospitalized from the immediate toxic effects. But after recovering he started to notice a sensational “bond” with the plants in the woods….and it seemed to echo even moreso when he realized he’d run out of his HIV meds and his viral load increased through his system. “Ah well, What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and I’m not likely to hear criticism out of you sprout.” Adam reflected looking up at his new convert. Robert looked down in a blissful state and grin, slowly his eyes turning green and casting a mirrored glow as his body succumbed quickly to the sensations of the mutated virus. Adam slowly rubbed the young man’s cheek, feeling his shaft slowly die down to where he could start to slip out. As he leaned forward, he kissed Robert deeply and felt a resembling tingle in tasting the saliva in his mouth before numbing but only briefly as he was immune of course. Robert stood up, toxic fertile cum dripping out of his hole in his easier going oaf state. He looked at the shorts he’d worn coming in and stood a bit dumbfounded wondering what he was supposed to do with them as they were tangled and practically ruined in the thorns that had snatched them. “Well, you took a long enough break jogging, if you catch up maybe you can run home quickly to avoid seeing another jogger this morning….or hopefully spot another jogger so they can try that hole out too. Just remember not to damage mother nature’s markers for these “discreet” areas to get fucked in your hunger for fun.” Robert didn’t look back at Adam as he simply started jogging back to the opening he’d come through earlier while it seemed to reactively part ways for him. Once again the glowing red embers reflected a mischievous grin on Adam’s face as he slowly rubbed his half hard cock. “Glad he takes to nature so fast!”

There's no one answer here...best I can give you is my own personal view on it. I prefer to clean out before any fucking. It's because I don't want to run the risk of anything happens...might not be foolproof, but it's a complete mood killer for many tops when they see or smell any waste during fucking. I'd also say that your daily diet would have an effect as well. If you're eating lots of fiber and avoiding things such as fast-food or excessive amounts of coffee...you'll be less likely for any accidents. Now, that being said, there is a small subset of tops that actually prefer messy holes. These tops aren't the kind that interest me; but if you're not going to clean out, these may be your best option...they wont' get put off in the moment, when shit happens (literally).

I absolutely LOVE it but then again, I'll bend over in any room light or dark or no room at all, just ram it in me and fuck. But, NO CONDOMS ALLOWED NEAR ME.

This is the best story ongoing on BZ right now. My hard leaking cock obviously enjoyed it.

Because people want to pay for absolution without the need to put in the work. Someone goes home slaps up their spouse abuse their children all week go to church on Sunday make a generous tithes and offerings and they feel all is forgiven and that their right with God. The church isn't going to correct those people because their filling the coffers

Chapter 23 The guy looked around and said “ He’s ready. Lets get him where he needs to be”. Some guys came over to him. Two were caring a point that to the Pig looked half full. The pig remembered the last time he was there he got one an that is when that the world changed for him. Another guy had a baggie with some crystal looking things in it. The guy pulled his fingers from the Pig’s mouth and moved around behind him. He whispered in his eat “ Tell everyone you want to be a Meth slut “. The Pig mumbled it and the guy rubbed a finger around the Pig’s rosebud and said “ Louder “. The Pig said it louder this time but not to the guy’s satisfaction. In a firm voice he said “ Louder Pig “. When the Pig started to say it, the guy dug a finger nail into the pigs rosebud. The Pig yelled “ I want to be a Meth slut “ . You could hear it upstairs. The Guy said good, we all know what you want now. The guy with the baggie walked up in front of the Pig and showed him a large shard. He held it up so the Pig could see it and said “ See how big this is “ ? The pig said “ Yes “. The guy said one of these will start you into the world of true Pig hood. He asked “ See all the nice sharp edges? “ “ These will cut that sensitive rosebud and get you ready for the gifts your gong to Get. “ the Pig only made a mumbling sound and the guy walked behind the pig and then patted the Pig on his ass and said “ Oh. By the way. I plan of eventually shoving three of the devils up that ass of yours starting now with one “. He asked the Pig “ Are you ready for this “ ? The Pig mumbled a weak “ Yes “. The guy behind him started working that Shard up is ass. He knew it would cut that rectum and get it ready for all the gifts he was about to receive. He also knew that with all the action it had already gotten his ass would be on fire. The guy stood up and pushed the fat head of his cock against the Pig’s ass to keep the shard in its place. He pushed up and his cock head popped into the Pig’s ass that gripped him like a vise. He could feel the Pig’s muscle throbbing on his cock. He asked the Pig “ Feel that heat burning inside you “? The Pig shook his head yes in a quick motion. He could tell the pig was in the middle of the heat and could only feel that. The Pig was so intent on the feeling in his ass that he hadn’t noticed the two guys had put bands on his upper arms and had swabbed his arm with something that smelled like alcohol. The guy behind him moved to push more into the Pig’s grasping ass. He said “ You getting nice and warm inside now “ ? the Pig mumbled “ Yes “. The guy said “ Good because your about to go into orbit “ The warmth and the cock in his ass kept the Pig’s attention. He felt a slight sting in each arm, nothing to crazy, it almost felt like a mosquito sting. He looked at one of his arms in time to see a guy pulling back on a syringe and pushing it back in. One of the guys removed the bands on both arms. The Pig felt a strange warmth in his harms then a ringing in his ears. He was hit with an uncontrollable cough as the Tina raced thru his veins and chest. There was a metallic taste in his mouth. The Heat radiated thru his entire body. During this time when he was rushing, his ass was trying to literally eat the cock up his ass. The guy behind him said “ Christ ! His ass is sucking me dry “. The guy then said “ Take my dirty load you fucking fag “. He was pumping he deadly load into the guts of the Pig. The guy that was on his knees sucking the Pig’s cock stared to choke and said “ He is coming like a fountain. Between the precum and cum it is almost hard to swallow fast enough “. The guy also said “ I can taste the drugs in his cum, he is loaded “. The guy that was u his ass pulled out but put a couple fingers in the Pig to hep keep all the man juice in his ass. Another guy walked up and between the 2 of them managed to get the new cock up the Pig’s cunt without losing much at all. This guy said “ Your right. His ass is still pulsing and twitching on my cock “. The guy started pumping up the pigs ass and said he wasn’t going to last long. He unloaded a big load of dirty cum int the Pig’s spun ass. During this time the Pig wasn’t aware of his surroundings and when he did start to focus he noticed a familiar person. It was from his last encounter at the Bath. He looked down and sat an enormous cock hanging on the guy. It was Horse. This was the guy that tried to stuff his cock all the way in his ass the last time he was here. It would not fit and he remembered the pain he felt inside. It wasn’t just the length but it was obscenely thick. Horse looked at the Pig and said “ You ready to try this again Pig “ ? Horse knew that this Pig had ore than enough chems in him to be ready to try but wanted to hear he Pig say it.

never done it but i think it's really hot and would feel amazing to DP a guy and feel my penis rub against another guy's penis.

It’s a bit of a challenge, but if the three of you can pull it off, it’s fucking AMAZING! First of all, it helps if the two Top have done this together before. I’ve done it with Tops that haven’t double stuffed a bottom together so it takes a while to figure out the body angles/mechanics, which can be a bit of a kill joy. The tops need some good length as they probably won’t be able to get balls deep in you. Deep clean your hole. It really helps to be pre-stretched. Practice using two dildos and wear a decently sized buttplug for long periods of time, especially before the fuck sesh. Lube is your friend. In my experience, it works better in a sofa or armchair than in bed. You want to be at least at a 45 deg angle or higher, not horizontal. If not, the dude underneath you will slip out. If the guy underneath you can manage to stay in, the one above you have more freedom of movement to angle himself in and stay in. Your legs need to be out of the way; really spread them apart in a V or an M. Try not to move positions. Remain still and let the Tops do the work. It might feel weird at first, especially if one the pulling back while the other is pushing in. It might be better to have the guy underneath you not move and let the one above you do the fucking. You’re gonna feel so full and the sensation is pretty intense. You might even feel like you have to piss (DP hack- empty your bladder before fucking). But, if it all cums together, the feeling of getting DP’d is unreal and the orgasms are soul crushing.

Chapter 3 He told me that his girl friend was going to be out of town for a couple weeks and he had a four day weekend coming up. I told him to let me know what he wanted to do. He called me back and said his craving was getting the better of him but he thought he could handle the sleazy one. He figured he could say no and stay out of the bad areas. I told him it wouldn’t be that easy but he said he wanted some of what he got a couple weeks ago. I told him to come to my place on Friday when he was on his way. Also to clean out real good and shave he pubes again. I called my one friend and told him about the kids craving and the plan. He said he would drop off something for him. Friday my friend stopped in the afternoon and gave me 2 syringes. One had his special mix in it but looked bigger and the other one had a normal load of Meth. I asked him about what was in there and he said that the first one had the stuff to keep the kids cock had as nails and the other one had a huge load of meth in it. The Kid texted me and said he would be at my place about seven. Knowing this kid I knew ne would be knocking on my door at 7pm. There was a knock at my door and thought to myself it must be 7PM, sure enough it was and it was the Kid at the door. After he came in I asked him if the GF was gone and he said yes. He also added that they had a fuckathone last night and that he almost got the head of his cock up her ass. He did say he shot a huge load in her cunt and one down her throat. He said that since the party it seems that she has been instable. I asked him if he was ready and he said “ Yes, I really need this “. I said OK, I told him to drop his pants that I wanted to see his cock and ass. His cock seemed to have grown but it was hard as a rock. I got down and sucked if for a few minutes. When I felt he was really getting into this I stopped. I just wanted to make sure he was hot and ready. I turned him around and saw the faded words and marks on his ass. I tool some cleaner I have used and wiped it on his ass. With a little work I was able to get all the load marks off. I grabbed my marker and redid the POZ and NEG marks on his ass. Above it I put ‘ FUCK THIS TEENAGER UP ‘. The in smaller print I put ‘ First trip to a bath ‘. I figured when they saw his young frame and hairless Kid they would see this after he passed and it would be Game On. I gave the kid 3 bottles of water and the 2 syringes. I opened one and gave it to him and said to take a drink. I took it back and put the cap on it. He didn’t notice that it was opened already. I spiked it with some G. I wanted this kid to be so fucking horny he wouldn’t back out. I told him that he needed to keep hydrated and to drink about half on the way over and the rest of the bottle when he was parked. I told him to put the other 2 bottles in his bag for later. If they looked in his bag they would see sealed bottles and not think of it. I also gave him the enema bottle that he filled at the party. I told him that it was up to him but if he had to piss to put it in there, go to hi room and shoot it in his ass. There was a cap full of liquid in it, not much but it was some strong tina. I told him to put the 2 syringes in his socks so they would not be discovered incase they were looking for stuff. I also told him that once in the room, close the door, get naked go ass up on the bed and shoot the contents of the bigger one up his ass. I told him to stay like that for at least 15 minutes and then open the door with his ass up pointing at the door. I told him to hide the syringes under his mattress. He had some lube and poppers with him already. I bent him over and put some lube p his ass and then slowly pushed my cock in him. He was huming saying that the lube was nice and getting his ass warm but my ok felt great. He pushed back but I would not let him have any more than half, I wanted him ready for the night of debauchery that about to fall on him.

It was Monday, my only night off. I was trying to get in all the extra hours I could to pay for Christmas. By 9 PM I'd already hit most of the bars, with nothing to show for it. But since I'm not much of a drinker, that didn't matter. It was too early to go home, so I decided to hit the Tubs. Being Monday, my expectations were minimal; but where there’s life there’s hope. I paid the Clerk, got my keys, and entered. The Baths are a 3-story affair, in dark reds and black, with golden highlights. It was quiet as I hiked up the stairs to my 2nd floor room, the only sound the blaring music from the house speakers. I found my room, went in, and stripped. I'm not a bad looking guy—at least average, I’d say. Maybe better. I’m no movie star; but not a troll, either. “Not bad," I thought, giving myself a final appraisal as I headed out the door. I wandered the floors, checking out the TV Room—only an old guy watching porn and playing with himself. I headed to the basement to the Sauna and Steam Room. On the stairs, I passed this absolutely gorgeous hunk—tall, muscular, movie star face, and eyes you could die for. We nodded and smiled at each other; but I thought no more of it, cause I figured I wasn’t his type. I got to the Steam Room—nothing there. So I headed to the Maze. The Maze is very dimly lit so you can see shadows but no details. I started at one end and worked my way through, checking out the Glory Holes and side cubes en route. Right about center is an area called “The Commons,” with padded benches surrounded by mirrored walls—deserted. I exited down the opposite corridor where I literally bounced off Movie Star. As I regained my composure, I stammered an apology. (I always get tongue-tied near sexy guys.) He likewise apologized, sliding around me in the narrow aisle way. I was about to continue when I felt a hand on my Butt. I turned, but no one was there. Wishful thinking, I supposed, and headed for my room. As I usually do, I left the door open, stripped off my towel, and lay down on the bed. I don't know how long I lay there, half-dozing, half-awake, when someone caressed my leg. I let the mysterious stranger explore his way up my thigh till he reached my Ass Cheeks. He squeezed and rubbed my Buttocks and made a few tentative strokes over my warm cleft, before sliding down into my moist crack. As his fingers teased my Mancunt, I looked over my shoulder and—it was Movie Star! I started to turn to show him he’d made a mistake, but he placed his free hand on my shoulder. "No, don’t turn over. Unless you want me to stop." I was stunned! How could any guy object to having such fingers and thumbs in his Crack? After a while, he removed his hands from my Butt and give me the best massage ever. When I couldn't take anymore, I sat up to return the favor. My hands caressed that beautiful man's body. I couldn't believe my luck. Gently spreading his exquisite Buttocks, I delicately tongued his Rosebud. I heard a muffled "Oh My God!" as he drove his Ass into my face. I thrust my tongue deep in his Hole and savored the Inner Man! "You keep that up and I'm gonna Cum, and I don't want to blow my Wad yet. So lie down on your stomach." He reached for the Lube on the table and scooped up a good sized gob which he progressively worked into my Hole, slowly opening my tight little Chute. I lay there as he pushed one, then two, then three fingers into me. He stayed with three fingers for a while, as I moaned and groaned in pleasure, my Ass twisting in sync with his thrusts. Then I felt a fourth finger work it's way in. "I’ve never been fisted before!" He grunted and pulled out his fingers, leaving my Asshole open and empty. Afraid he was pissed, I exclaimed, “I’m not saying no. I'm just asking you to go slow, cause I’ve never been fisted before." "And you're not going to be now." He pushed my legs further apart, and I felt something huge press against my Bud. I realized at that moment that I had only seen his Cock soft, when it had looked about average—four inches long, well shaped, with a nice head—well, maybe a little bit thick. "Omigod! He's gonna rip me apart!" To my relief, he didn't plow in, just used a steady pressure while gently stroking my back. I relaxed enough for the Head to slip in. Once he was securely in me, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees, which freed his hands to roam over my body. Reaching beneath me, he found my Nips, and began to twist and pinch them. With each tug, he pressed in a little further, stopping from time to time to allow me to adjust. Never had I had such a big Dick in me! After what seemed like ages, his Pubes finally connected with my Ass Cheeks! When I was firmly impaled, he lifted me up so that I was on my knees and leaning against his hard chest. I lay my head on his shoulder; and he kissed my neck. Then, and only then, did he force his massive ManMeat into me. My head was spinning from the sensation. Pulling His Shaft out until just the Head was in me, he slammed It back in to the Root. My God! I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven! I couldn't believe how deeply he penetrated me. Seemed like I could actually feel him hitting my stomach. He began to plow me in earnest. I thought “This is it!” and moaned with pleasure. Faster and faster he pumped, his Balls bouncing off my Butt. "Harder, deeper," I urged him. Grunting like an animal with every stroke, I begged for his Load. "Please, give IT to me—P-L-E-A-S-E!" The more I implored him, the more frenzied his thrusting became, until I thought the friction would set us afire! Finally, with one last massive stroke, he pounded his Seed into me. I felt every throb and pulse as Jet after Jet of his Jizm flooded my Innards! Gradually his body relaxed, and his Cock softened and slipped out, trailing a dribble of translucent Cum. He lay beside me, running his hand over my chest and stomach, teasing my atrophied Dick. He leaned over and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, he gazed at me sadly. "About what just happened—I’m POZ. I may just have given you AIDS!" Pulling his head to my shoulder, I held him close. "It’s OK. It was bound to happen—sooner or later. But I'm glad it was you. That Screwing was worth it!" AND IT WAS!