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Part 4 We didn’t text everyday of course, we were living so far apart, we had our own lives, and we would just check in on each other from time to time, with occasional sexting and exchange of pictures and videos of our hookups. In the next few months following that last conversation with him, the words “poz loads” stuck in my head. I kept turning those in my mind, trying to understand why it had so much effect on me. I was thinking about it more and more when jerking off while watching porn and sniffing poppers. I had never really cared about guys’ status but I caught myself paying more attention to that detail on their BBRT profile. I still did not dare oinking the poz guys. I was probably too afraid. Finally, one Saturday evening, I was getting ready to hit the local bathhouse when I receive a message from my guy from the West Coast. I was still not fully dressed to go out and was just in my jockstrap and socks. -“Hey pig, what’s up tonight?” - “Getting ready to go to the bathhouse, what about you?” - “Just looking at those last pics you sent me, getting all horny” - “Oh yeah?” - “Yeah, thinking about all the dirty things I’d do to you…” I wasn’t in a rush, after all it was only 10pm, still plenty of time. -“What are you thinking?” - “Just how much I want to make you mine” while sending me a live pic of his perfect hard dick. I felt intrigued and excited and started playing with my dick without even really noticing. -“What do you mean by making me yours?” I asked, starting to feel where this was going. -“Just marking you. You’re lying on the bed, on your back. I’m on top of you, the tip of cock just rubbing on your wet hole. I’m pushing gently, the tip my dick covered in precum enters slowly. I’m asking you if you’re sure.” -“Sure of what Sir?” -“If you’re sure you want my unmedicated poz dick inside…”

Part 8 I was looking forward to my trip to Berlin. I had been there once before and had enjoyed a really horny time and, although I would be with a bunch of straight guys on this trip, I had every intention of finding some time to myself to go and explore the raunchy side of Berlin. I was also looking forward to having a break. The business was doing well and I was confident in leaving it in the hands of my assistant, Jonny, for a few days. Jonny was extremely efficient, competent and, unlike me, superbly well organised. The night before I left for Berlin I was having dinner with Jonny and his partner, Kieran. Before that, I had arranged to check in with one of our contractors who was redecorating a flat we manage which was vacant and due to be re-let. Ryan was an excellent contractor and always did a great job. I had known Ryan slightly at school, although he was a few years older than me. Ryan had a difficult start in life and, shortly after he left school, he got into a bit of trouble and ended up being sent to a Young Offenders Institution. At this point, he was eighteen and had already fathered a child with an ex-partner and his current girlfriend was also expecting a baby. Ryan spent three years there and when he came out at the age of 21, he managed to get an apprenticeship as a painter and decorator and had never looked back. He was now married to his girlfriend and running his own business with his step-brother, Derek, who was a few years younger. It was when he was in the Young Offenders Institution that Ryan discovered how much he loved taking it up the arse and, as far as I could make out, he had been doing it regularly ever since. I was always happy to give Ryan what he needed and had been fucking him regularly for some time now. Ryan never asked me my status and I got the impression he didn't really care. Although he was happily married, he was also on Grindr and was regularly letting random guys fuck him up the arse, only using condoms if the other guy insisted on it. I was feeling horny that day and Ryan had indicated that he was up for a good hard fuck and would be on his own in the flat as Derek was finishing another job. My cock was already hard in my pants as I drove there and, soon after I arrived, my pants were down and my cock was in Ryan's mouth. Ryan sucked me for a while and then stood up. He pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over by the window. Ryan loves being fucked looking out of the window with people passing by who can see him, but have no idea he's being fucked from behind. I had fucked him in this position in a number of different locations and, like Ryan, always found it a real turn on. Ryan's hole always felt incredibly tight, although he was no stranger to being fucked, and I always enjoyed fucking him. The fact that he was going home to his wife and family with my load up his arse was always an added turn on and I didn't feel guilty as I knew he was regularly taking it bareback up the arse with no questions asked. One weekend Ryan's wife and child were away and Ryan and I went out for a few drinks. We both drank far too much and ended up at naked night at the Vault, kneeling side by side on the leather benches in the room with the barrels, taking on anyone who wanted to fuck us. Let's just say not many condoms were used that night, and Ryan told me later that it was just as well his wife was away as he had to change all the bedding the next morning as so much cum had leaked out his arse during the night. Ryan was wanking as I fucked him and I could tell he, like me, was getting close. I felt him starting to cum as I thrust up him a few more times and then fired a big load of cum deep into his arse. I pulled out Ryan's arse and some of my cum slid out his hole and down his balls. "What the FUCK??!!" We were no longer alone - Derek, Ryan's stepbrother, was standing just inside the door, a look of total disbelief on his face. I knew that Derek really looked up to Ryan and also had no idea he liked to do it with guys, so I guessed it was probably something of a shock for Derek to find Ryan with his pants down and cum sliding out his arse. "Derek," Ryan had stood up now. "Mate, I can explain..." But Derek cut him off. "I can't deal with this!" he said, as he turned round abruptly and left the room. A few seconds later we heard the front door of the flat bang and, as I looked out the window, I saw Derek getting in to his van and driving off. "Are you ok?" I asked Ryan. He shrugged. "Don't worry, " he said "I'll sort it." I told him to let me know if there was anything I could do and left to get ready to go to Jonny's. As I drove there a little later, I thought back to the scene in the flat. Neither of us had heard Derek coming in to the flat, but I did remember hearing what I thought as a door closing some time earlier. I had also noticed what looked like a fairly sizeable hard-on at the front of Derek's jeans and I couldn't help wondering if he had been watching us for longer than he had let on. I enjoyed my evening with Jonny and Kieran. They are both good company and genuinely seem, not only to love each other, but to love being with each other. It's actually really nice to spend time with them. In addition, Jonny cooks the way he does everything else - extremely well - so I left feeling very well fed as well as very relaxed. The following day I travelled to Heathrow Airport to meet Neil, Lewis and the other guys who were going on Lewis's stag weekend. We had arranged to meet in one of the bars before going through and I arrived in good time to have a drink. Four of the guys were already there - Lewis, the groom, was blond and stocky and had been friends with Neil since they were at school. I didn't know the other three, and Lewis introduced them as James, Callum and Jamie. James and Jamie played rugby in the same club as Lewis and Neil and Callum was the younger brother of the girl Lewis was marrying. They were all quite fit looking guys, mostly in their late 20s and early 30s and were sitting on high stools at a bar table and as I went to order a drink I had a good view of their arses. James was ginger and quite chubby and I could see the top of his pants and his arse crack as he leaned forward on the table. Just then Callum leant forward too and I saw the top of his pants and his arse crack, which looked quite hairy. When I came back with my drink, Neil had arrived and so had Lewis's cousin, Robert. Robert was a tall, thin guy with tattoos on both arms and looked to be the youngest of the party. I went and got drinks for Neil and Robert and re-joined the others. We were now just waiting for one guy, Jamal, who apparently was always last to arrive. Apart from Neil and Lewis, I didn't really know any of the other guys but in the course of the conversation I learned that Jamie was single, Jamal, Callum, Robert and James lived with their girlfriends and James and Robert both had two young kids. The airport was very crowded and pretty noisy and when we got through there was a long queue for the security check. Just in front of us were two guys who were obviously a couple, one dark haired and one ginger. The dark haired guy was being really short with the ginger guy and it seemed like, as far as his partner was concerned, the poor ginger guy couldn't do anything right that day. At one point when his partner wasn't looking, I grinned at the ginger guy and he grinned back. A little later I noticed he was discreetly checking me out. I was already feeling quite horny and knowing that this fit ginger lad was checking me out turned me on. I turned round a little so that the ginger guy could see that my cock was beginning to get hard in my trousers. I saw him looking and I could tell he liked what he saw, but just then his partner said something to him and he looked away again. A little later we were all on the plane and as I fastened my seat belt, I noticed the ginger guy and his partner getting on the plane. They stopped a few rows in front of us and, as the ginger guy stretched up to put his hand luggage in the overhead locker, his polo shirt rode up and I could see the top of his black Calvin Klein pants. I was sitting in the middle seat of our row, with Neil in the window seat and Callum on my other side. Callum seemed to be a really nice guy and I enjoyed his company. Neil was also in good form and looking forward to a break. His wife was now expecting their second child and I knew from experience that Neil would be extra horny as he did not get much at home when his wife was pregnant. He had told me in the bar that he was horny and was going to give me one as soon as we got to the hotel. I hadn't been fucked for a while and was really looking forward to a getting Neil's big hairy cock up my arse again. After a while, Neil took off his sweatshirt and put it across his knees. Callum had dropped off to sleep and no one else could see us, so I moved my hand under Neil's sweatshirt and began to rub his cock through his trousers. I could feel his cock getting hard as he sighed and closed his eyes. I began to rub his cock and he moaned softly. He was fully hard now and I started gently wanking him through his trousers. After a while he put his hand over mine to stop me and told me he was getting too close and didn't want to cum in his pants. We arrived in Berlin and went to collect our luggage from the baggage reclaim. I needed to piss so went to the nearest toilet. There was only one guy in there - the ginger guy from the airport. I moved to the urinal next to him, unzipped my trousers and got my cock out and before long I was pissing like a racehorse. The ginger guy had finished pissing by now and playing with his cock as he watched me piss. When I had finished I took my cock in my hand and soon I was hard. The ginger guy was looking at my cock and I knew that, even though his boyfriend was just outside, he wanted nothing more than to lean forward and wrap his lips round my cock. He reached out as if to take hold of my cock but just then a couple of other people came in to the toilet and we both zipped up and went back to the baggage hall. A little later, we were all checked in to our hotel and on our way up to our rooms. We had arranged to meet in the hotel bar an hour or so later once we had a chance to freshen up. Neil's room was next to mine and Lewis had the one on the other side of him and the three of us went up together. As soon as Lewis had entered his room, Neil turned back and came towards me and seconds later we were both in my room. As soon as the door closed, Neil pushed me down and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down to his knees along with his pants. His cock was fully hard as I took him in my mouth and began to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled out my mouth "Lick my arse!" he moaned as he turned around and bent forward. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his sweaty arsehole. He moaned and I could feel him wanking as I pushed my tongue right up him and licked him out. A short time later, Neil had pulled my trousers and pants down and pushed me forward over the bed. He pulled my cheeks apart, spat on my arsehole a couple of times and pushed his cock into me. "Oh yeah......oh fuck yeah....." he moaned as he began to fuck me. I sensed that Neil just wanted to get off and he fucked me hard and fast. It was one of the hardest fucks he had ever given me and before long I could sense he was close to cumming. "Oh fuck........fuck......FUCK!" he moaned as he pushed his cock right up me and held it there, pumping his cum deep into my arse. Neil pulled his cock out of my arse and mopped his brow with his T shirt. "Oh fuck," he panted. " I needed that, I really fucking needed that!" When we had both pulled our pants up, I asked Neil to tell me more about that night's "Challenge". There had been a lot of talking and laughing earlier about the Challenge and I gathered it was some kind of rugby club ritual for the lads when they were away from home. When I had asked Neil about it earlier he had just grinned and said "Don't worry, you'll enjoy it!" He now told me it was basically a wanking competition and a challenge to see who had the biggest cock. He saw the look on my face. "I told you you'd enjoy it!" he said with a grin. We all met for a drink in the bar and then went out for a meal and more drinks. By the time we got back we had all had quite a few drinks and it was time for the challenge. Lewis was hosting the challenge and we all got another drink and piled into his room. Amid much cheering and laughing, Lewis unpacked what looked like a black sheet and spread it on the bed and I saw that it had numbered lanes painted in white on it. I really wasn't sure what to expect but Lewis explained the rules for anyone who had not taken part before - which I gathered was me, Robert and Callum. The first part of the competition was to see who had the biggest cock, then who had the hairiest arse (Neil hadn't mentioned that one!) and then a wanking competition to see who could shoot the most and the furthest. We were all positioned opposite each other, with four of us on each side of the bed, and the idea was that we would wank our cum into our lanes. My cock was already hard as Lewis announced "Right lads, come on, pants down!" It was very horny as I watched all these straight guys pulling their trousers and pants down and starting to play with their cocks. Some of the lads pulled their pants right down and others, like Callum and Robert, just pulled them down to their knees. I was standing between Neil and Jamal, who had arrived at the airport just before we went through into security and was a very fit looking black guy, and opposite Callum, James, Jamie and Lewis Most of the guys got hard quite quickly and after we had all played with ourselves for a while, Lewis announced it was time to see who had the biggest cock. My cock was really hard now and the combination of the drink I had inside me, the scene in front of me and the smell of sweat, alcohol and aftershave in the room seemed to make me even hornier. Lewis produced a measuring tape and measured our cocks one by one. I acquitted myself pretty well and was beaten only by Jamal, whose long, thick cock was just an inch longer than mine. Neil was third, and Robert fourth. I enjoyed the hairiest arse competition very much. One by one, we had to go to the top of the bed, bend over and expose our arses. I knew I had no chance in this part of the competition as my arse is pretty smooth (although my hole is a bit hairy). It was really horny to see all these straight guys bending over and showing their arses. Most were quite smooth - but Neil, Callum and James were all quite hairy. Everyone agreed that Neil's arse was the hairiest and Lewis high-fived him as he was announced the winner. Pretty much everyone was still hard and soon the wanking competition was under way - the evening just kept getting hornier as everyone began to wank. I noticed that Callum and James were both left handed and at one point, I could feel Jamal standing close to me as he wanked and I found it really hard not to shoot my load - I had not cum when Neil fucked me earlier and I knew I was really close to shooting one of the biggest loads of my life. In the event it was James who shot his load first, closely followed by Robert and then Callum and Jamie. Lewis was the next to cum and Neil followed closely behind. Watching the two of them squirting their cum pushed me over the edge and I shot my load out on to the sheet in front of me. I was pretty confident I had shot one of the biggest loads, if not the biggest. Last to cum was Jamal and watching him cum was something I won't forget any time soon. His cock seemed to grow even bigger and he shot the most massive load - it seemed like he was never going to stop cumming. In the end, he was judged the winner and I came second. The smell of cum now mixed with the sweat, alcohol and aftershave and it was all making me so horny I could easily have cum a second time. We were all pretty drunk by now and after a while the party broke up and we all made our way back to our own rooms. Just as I was getting ready to fall into bed, there was a gentle tap on my door and when I opened it, Neil came quietly into the room and we got into bed together. I was woken up about 3am - Neil was gently shaking me. "Lee," he whispered, "Lee, mate.....I'm horny....I'm so fucking horny!" Neil took my hand and placed it on his cock, which was rock hard. I moved down and took his cock into my mouth. We had both been too tired (and too drunk) to shower after the Challenge and had just tumbled into bed. Neil's cock was musky and tasted of piss and cum - I loved it! I sucked him for a while and then he pushed me onto my back, pulled my legs apart and pushed his cock right up my cunt. He leaned forwards and soon we were kissing each other hard as he fucked me. I reached round and my finger found his arsehole. I began to push my finger against his sweaty hole and soon it was up him. "Oh fuck...." he moaned "That's so good......so fucking good!" He was fucking me harder now, and I could tell he was getting close again. I started pushing my finger right up him and he moaned "Oh fuck.....keep doing that.....keep fucking doing that!" I wet a second finger and pushed into his hole. He moaned and began to fuck even harder. His lips found mine again and we kissed as I fingered his hole and just a few minutes later he shot another load into me. When he had finished cumming, he pulled out and we both rolled over and went to sleep. I went down to breakfast quite late the following day. Neil had kissed me and gone back to his own room about 6am and I had rolled over and gone back to sleep. It was just on 10am when I got down to the breakfast room and it was nearly empty. James and Robert were just finishing their breakfast and I joined them. I really enjoyed the breakfast. I'm not a big fan of cooked breakfasts and much prefer a continental one. I chatted to the others as I tucked in and when they had finished and left, I got myself another coffee and some fruit salad with yoghurt. The breakfast room was almost empty now and a fit young blond lad was clearing the tables. I couldn't help noticing his slim arse as he bent over to wipe a table nearby. I think he sensed me checking him out and soon we were discreetly cruising each other. I spread my legs a little so that he could see my cock, which was now semi hard and I could see that he was interested and guessed he might be up for it. He bent over the table opposite mine and looked over this shoulder with a grin. There was no one else about now and he indicated for me to follow him. I waited a moment and then got up and followed him at a discreet distance. He led me past reception and down a corridor and then unlocked a door. I followed him in and found we were in some kind of storage room. He turned round and smiled at me. "Hi," he said "I'm Leo." "I know," I said, pointing at his name badge. He smiled. "I'm Lee." I said as he pulled me towards him and we kissed. He didn't waste any time in getting my cock out and soon he was down sucking me enthusiastically. I thought he was probably just going to suck me off but just as I was beginning to get close, he stood up and turned around. He pulled his pants down and bent forward, reaching back to pull my cock towards him. I went up him easily and soon I was fucking him - happily he hadn't mentioned condoms and seemed quite happy to take me bareback. I was very close and I pushed him forward and began to fuck him harder and before long I was ready. There is nothing in life I enjoy as much as squirting my dirty load up a fit young lad's arse and I enjoyed every minute of breeding him. He smiled at me as he pulled up his pants. "Thank you!" he said His English was really good and he asked me how long we were staying and I told him. He then asked if I would like to fuck him again and of course I said yes. He asked if any of the other lads in the party would be up for fucking him and I said I didn't think so. "Shame," he said "That would be cool" A little later, I told Neil I had fucked the blond lad and that he had asked if anyone else would like to fuck him. "Did he really ask that?" said Neil "Yes," I said, and added "Would you be up for fucking him with me?" "Did you fuck him without a condom?" asked Neil. I nodded. Neil was silent for a moment and then he said. "Yeah, I'd be up for that." This trip was getting even more interesting.

Part 1 I started barebacking by accident 8 years ago, when a fuckfriend of mine at the time broke a condom while fucking me. He just didn’t stop and gave me my first load. I never used a condom again. I started hooking up, taking all the dicks and loads I could find. After a few years, I was lucky enough not to catch anything. PrEp became a thing. My doctor got me on it, and while it definitely provided me with mind relief for a while, I knew there was something missing. That’s when I discovered BZ, and slowly started thinking about dropping PrEp. In the next few years, I kept hooking up like a mad man, becoming less and less selective about who would load me. I would miss doses of PrEp, more and more. Until I finally dropped PrEp completely, and got my sex drive to crazy levels. I just thrived and got off on risk. I also discovered bathhouses, darkrooms and sex clubs, and would explore any sleazy place I could find, especially when travelling to Europe and the US, sometimes spending hours in some dark corners with my pants at my ankles taking uncountable dicks and loads, with my bottle of poppers ready in my hand to give me the extra boost to take what was coming. Poppers just makes me beg for dicks and loads and if a guy puts a bottle of it under my nose, there won’t be much resistance. I remember entire nights spent at Slammer in LA, GI Joe in Montreal, or Bunker in Paris, on all four in just my jocks and sneakers, sometimes blindfolded, just taking loads after loads. I would feel the cum dripping down my legs on my way back to my hotel, and I stained more than one bus seats with loads and ass juices. And somehow after all those years and hookups, I still managed to slip through the cracks and not get anything. I was definitely not actively chasing, it seemed all too twisted to me, and kind of felt invincible. But things may be about to change soon.

After too long of a break from sex I felt the inner whore in me clawing to get out when driving home. Stopped at a sleazy looking adult arcade. Paid my dollar and started wandering the halls trying to find a gloryhole to smash my cunt up against and take a raw load from a stranger. Instead a dude turned me around against the wall out in the open and plunged his wet raw cock into my hole. Me begging for his load the whole time. Wish I could have stayed longer and taken more. Helped reaffirm after 2 years with no dick in my hole that I still got it.

I was in an outdoor cruising spot and already got fucked by 3 guys there and 5 other men in various apartments beforehand so my hole was literally dripping cum down my legs past my shorts. a guy came up to me rubbing his cock and said “hey girl I watched you get fucked by that old man in the bushes, how much did you charge him?” I said “I didnt charge him anything. I let him fuck me RAW for free” he said “good I was hoping you’d say that.you let anyone fuck you?” I said “yep, ANYONE” he said “good. get on your knees and suck my cock slut” so I did and he said “take off your shirt” so I took it off and handed it to him and kept sucking. he said “take off your shorts faggot”so I handed him my shorts and he threw my clothes like 10 feet away and said “you dont need these slut, suck my cock. so I kept sucking it. nice thick 7 inches. he fingered my ass and asked “how many loads you got in here faggot?” I said “since this morning, 9 loads from 8 men. I also swallowed another 3 loads today “ he said “I knew you were a slutty little faggot but I didn’t realize what a fucking whore you are. your pussy feels like a swamp full of cum. next thing I knew he had me naked (he took off my shoes and socks) on my hands and knees outdoors while he was fucking me up the ass with a large cob of corn while I sucked his cock with 2 older daddies watching and jerking off. one of the old guys came on my back and he scooped the cum off with the corn cob and fucked it into me and said “I got another load for your pussy” he also told me “I bought this cob of corn on the way here cause I knew some gross faggot like you would let me shove it up its ass as long as I let it suck my cock. as soon as I saw you take that old mans load I knew you would love it. I would love to see how many thing I could shove up your faggot ass. he actually never fucked me himself but he did cum straight down my throat. then he said “keep fucking your hole with this while I piss on you” then pissed all over me. I did take a quick pump n dump load from a younger daddy but it was a simple 2 minute fuck up against a tree. probably hotter for him as I was a skinny sexy naked faggot soaked in piss outdoors lol. I just loved knowing that he went out of his way to pick up a cob of corn to bring to an outdoor cruising spot cause he knew some slut would be willing to take it up the ass there.

To me, there is no such thing as too many loads. I want to hear the sloppiness and feel it all over my dick and balls. Knowing that you've collected that much random sperm keeps my dick rock hard

Yesterday afternoon I was browsing on Grindr when a 32 year old guy DMed me and asked if I was looking, and naturally I said yes, as long as it was bareback. It only took him 15 minutes to get off the Interstate and find my place. I barely had a chance to close the door when he was fondling my cock and balls and making me hard. In no time we were naked on the bed and he was sucking my cock to make me even harder. When I knew I was getting close I told him to turn around so I could slide my cock into his ass. I fucked him for about 15 minutes before I blasted my cum inside his ass.

Part 3 He lived on the West Coast, literally on the other side of the continent from me. Definitely my type from his description, athletic white guy without being overly buff, about 5’10 and a nice thick dick though not excessively long. Just perfect. I - 5’8, athletic, tight ass - was apparently his type too. Our kinks were very in tune, him a dominant verbal top, me as a sub bottom pig. Too bad a literal continent was separating us. We kept chatting however, exchanging numbers and keeping in touch. His profile mentioned he was undetectable. I didn’t pay too much attention to it at the time, until a few months later, he started to ask me questions over text messages about me taking any load from any one. Again, I was not actively chasing, just getting off on taking risk. He kept pushing his questions until he told me “if we met, how would you feel if I dropped my meds?” I wasn’t sure how to respond. I most likely had taken poz loads before of course, but had never really thought about proactively going after it. It threw me off a bit and said I didn’t know. I felt a bit of excitement though just thinking about it. He just told me to “forget about it… for now”, and we just called it a night.

I had been fucking with my buddy for a couple of years when all of a sudden one day he said "Hold on, Close your eyes". The next thing I knew I was getting the most amazing blowjob ever! I knew it was just the 2 of us playing but for a moment I opened my eyes thinking there was a 3rd person there. Not so it was just the 2 of us and I was getting a wonderful blowjob. He had always been good at it but this was way beyond good. This was fucking fantastic good!! When I opened my eyes and looked at him staring at me with a shit eating grin I saw why it was so good. His teeth were gone! I had never known he had false teeth so while I was gawking at him he started laughing and I started laughing and then he started blowing me again. From that day on I always referred to him as my "Toothless Heaven"

When you first meet someone in an anon scene (sex club, cruising area etc), I always put my hand on their ass (not on their cock) so that they know what I am interested in. If the guy turns around then that’s a good sign he likes his ass being “treated” … but if I then put my hand down his pants and feel a freshly fucked hole that is wet with cum, then I know that he’s a bareback bottom that wants more cum inside. Nothing turns me on more than discovering a wet sloppy hole as I know I’m going to be in for a good time. And I don’t care if it is sloppy of tight: the feel of wet cum screams “FUCK ME BAREBACK AND CUM INSIDE” - which of course is exactly what I intend to do.

Part 2 When I accidentally discovered bareback fuck, I also found BBRT. I was mostly using Grindr and Scruff then, and this site opened a whole new world to me. With PrEp not a thing at the time, most guys on apps were still very reluctant to drop the condom. I was very shy and scared of people’s judgement so it was difficult to be forward with them about wanting raw dicks and loads, especially in a small community. BBRT definitely allowed me to find guys who would not beat around the bush and know they only want to breed me. It was definitely a great education for me. I would get messages from guys all around the world who would make me discover new things, new kinks, new perversions. I went from vanilla to fully realized pig in a matter of months, trying (and loving) sneakers and socks play, sniffing sweaty hairy pits, piss, leather, groups, etc. The socks, sneakers and pits stuck and I still get so turned on with guys wearing wet sweaty crew socks in hot sneaks. Everything was still pretty innocent (somehow) until I get a message on BBRT from this guy on a Saturday night in 2015.

I had met up with this middle age guy over a year ago. He had a motel room. People stopping by. I dropped by and dropped a fast load in him. It seemed like a blur. He’s been asking for a repeat ever since. Then this past Friday it worked out. He asked me over to his house to do it again. Said he had someone else coming by too, and could I prelube his hole? Here in the outer-yet-still-affluent DC suburbs, in the past red politics type gravitate towards northern VA, and blue politic types towards MD. Even though that is changing fast, there are still pockets of deep red in the Northern VA suburbs. He lives in one of those. Way out on the rural edge, his neighborhood is a gated community. Seriously, two gates and a guard to get in. Manicured landscape, homeowners’ association-approved mailboxes . . . all propriety and safety. I park my pickup in the tiny two car garage drive. He greets me at the door wearing only a t shirt and takes me to the first floor master - leads me through HER house. His wife’s I mean. Her kitchen. Her tacky bric-a-brac. HER bedroom. And her’s it is. King size bed. Linens she obviously picked. Her dresser covered with her photos. Her bible on her nightstand! He’s already got a towel down on the end of the bed. Before he climbs on it, he spreads another on the floor below it, just in case. Nice. Dirty. He climbs on, legs in the air, and I am in him balls deep and raw. Ahhhhhhhh. feels so amazing having him squirm around wanting my dick. And I’m fucking away in and out head swimming like it does. Her pictures. Her decorations. “She’ll be gone all day volunteering, don’t worry,” he said. Worry? Worry? I was just hoping she would walk in. They’ve probably been married 30 years. It would blow her mind to find him ass up taking raw dick IN THEIR BED. And best of all her dirty pig dick-loving slut husband was getting fucked again after me. There. Her bath towels are catching juices from his precum slick ass. I would love to make it last but HER BIBLE SITTING ON THE NIGHTSTAND LIKE SHE ACTUALLY READS IT is just too much. I blew my load hard inside him FUCK a huge load. FUCK FUCK FUCK what a mind trip. Conservative values in this country are the sham. They are fake news. Imagine how “Christian” she’d be to him if she caught him. Probably not as accepting as she is about what President Trump did to Melanoma.

I follow this guy on Twitter. He has an OF.

Monday I drove over 300 miles each way to Cumunion Steamworks Chicago. I had a fuckin BBall. Couldn't count how many mens fucked it, or how many loads it took. One hot man, Adam, told he couldn't fuck it because it reeked of cum. There was a puddle of jizz on the floor underneath the fuck bench where it was restrained. a pig finally licked it up. So worth the over $220 the 4 hours cost me. it may do that again. thanks for reading this.

been shaving ever since I started growing hair

I’m certain it’s been covered or discussed in among other threads but I’m curious how many here have taken over a few hundred loads raw and have avoided the majority of STDs and of course HIV. I am close to 300 loads and so far neg and never an STI. certainly it’s Russian roulette with the odds stacked against us.

So are you bi or gay? She might well be looking for security now that she has a kid, or else a father figure for him/her. Or you've misread her and she was into you all along. Who knows? Let her down gently/start distancing yourself now.

This suggests a misunderstanding of the site’s primary purpose. Breedingzone is a discussion forum, not a chat room. It’s not engineered to facilitate people going off into private conversations, because if everyone did that there wouldn’t be robust public discussion and sharing of ideas. I seldom ever send people messages because I say what I need to say on the boards.

in Palm Springs last weekend....a hung guy from sniffies came over and when he whipped out his cock it was massive, uncut and thick. I quickly got on the bed, bent over, and inhaled a lot of poppers. He bred me slow to open me up and then pumped deep and exploded in me. I could feel his cock throbbing....was so good. He came back later in the day for more! love satisfying a nice cock.

I fucked a guy in my marital bed just yesterday. Got chatting on Grindr and decided to hook up. Barely had the front door closed before he started fondling my cock and making it grow. Once I dropped my shorts he started sucking my dick right away, until I told him to stop so I could fuck him. About 40 minutes later I filled his cunt and as much as I wanted to stay inside him I had to check the clock to make sure my wife wasn't on her way home already.

That is hot! Paradoxically, you're helping the new dad to be a better husband and father by letting him relax and have fun. Already stressed after nine months of pregnancy, the wife suddenly has to adjust to the responsibilities of motherhood. She may have postpartum depression, on top of everything. She can't offer much sexual release to the husband. For his part, he's adjusting to the responsibilities of fatherhood (even if, unfortunately, men still do less of the hands-on parenting work). He too wakes up when baby cries in the middle of the night. He might be worried about providing for his growing family. Just in case you, or other people who might read this, weren't aware, the "Guest" prefix, and a name that doesn't link to a profile, indicate an account that no longer exists. I read CuriousDallas' comment a little differently. When he says "Part of me still does want that", I think he's alluding to the social advantages of heterosexual and traditional marriage. It's well known that married men are paid more than single men in the same job, are more likely to be promoted, and are perceived as being more responsible. To pick one example, virtually no bachelors are elected to high political office. The picture of the smiling wife, the two kids with braces, and the family dog is an essential part of a man's campaign brochure. CuriousDallas sees firsthand what an outwardly perfect marriage costs the husband. (He doesn't consider that the wife might not be happy, either. At least she enjoys picking out the "carefully curated decor".) When he's truly happy, a straight-identified man in a traditional marriage doesn't fuck other women, fuck men, get fucked by men, and worst of all, do it on his marital bed. I think you're saying it would be better for CuriousDallas to find single, openly gay men, presumably bottoms, and date them. I agree, but I also don't think he's doing anything wrong by fucking straight-identified married men. He's offering them momentary release from "the pressure of family, society, and church." Then, they are ready to go back to being cooperative husbands, fathers, and workers. I'd say CuriosDallas is (was?) ambivalent, not jealous. I'm sorry, and I agree that this is a boner-killer. Refer back to @evilalex, who apparently goes in and gets it done, fucking new dads without worrying about pros and cons of hetero marriage. That's inspiring!

Ok, well I’m not going to make a lot of friends on this, but oh well. My intent just to help others and bring some context from my perspective. I’m going to speak in generalizations (I.e. my experience an the experiences of those around me plus my opinions). 1. Too often with interracial sex, white guys look at is as just that: sex. Too many black men are in an eternal quest for sexual and social proximity to ANY white man, they look at interracial sex as validation. I have seen several black men sign away houses, purchase cars, change insurance, and squander away resources in hopes of ingratiating themselves with some white guy who could clearly give a damn about them. 2. Alot of gay black men have a deep vitriol for other blacks. They hold on to a few names guys called them in high school or a few hypocritical family members, and will use this to justify “I only like white men.” The mere presence of other black men makes them unhappy, especially in a sexual environment But they will completely ignore the racism of the white gays. 3. When white men say they want a “diverse experience” they often refer to religion, custom, socially, or some other group (which aspires to be white). When many black people say “diverse experience ” many mean non-black experience. I have not heard a white guy yet say they ever wanted a “non-white” experience, unless it wad strictly in the bedroom. 4. A lot of older/middle aged black men where raised on some Queer Eye shit and they aspire to be the only “black friend.” And they can be extremely cut throat of another black guy starts hanging around the circle, especially younger. 5. A lot of these older black men are broke as hell and mad. They’re not going to tell you the real because they are ashamed they wasted their lives and resources on some Megan Markle fantasy. They are still hoping for that rich white jock to come play captain save a hoe, and introduce them to their hoards of hot gym Buddy friends so they can live a life filled with orgies where they are the only black guy. 7. I’ve fucked plenty of white guys. I also been BS’d a lot too. No bitterness here. My overall point is if your a younger black guy, be level headed and enjoy interracial sex for what it is: sex. If it becomes more than that, cool. But let it flow naturally. But don’t be so desperate for a white you end up getting hurt or even worse, broke. Read these posts, learn, Keep your expectations realistic.

I laid there processing what just happened, feeling cum and lube sliding down my left thigh. I heard the shower turn on. It was all I could do to take Ted's dick but thinking about it a minute later got my dick rock hard. Fuck. I didn't want to admit that his cumming in me bare was the hottest part of it. I thought about jerking off--fuck it, right? but then I thought about Sarah. What the fuck was I gonna do? The shower stopped. I looked at my phone. 4 messages from Sarah. Then another. I couldn't go back to the room like this. Sweat, lube, cum, smoke and Ted's cologne. I looked at the messages. Kinda apologetic then increasingly demanding about where I was. Fuck, I'd been ignoring her for an hour. "Sorry babe, didn't realize my phone was on silent and just saw these. I'm just bumming around the casino floor." "please come up. i owe you something " "don't worry about it babe! i know you're good for it tomorrow. just get some rest. i'll be up soon. i'm just messing around with some slots." Ted entered the room wearing just a towel. "come up now. i miss you" suddenly Ted snatched the phone from me. "Ted! quit give it back!" Ted played keepaway, narrating as he typed and sent, "babe, im getting lucky! i gotta let this ride." I glared at Ted who tossed my phone on the room's lounge chair. He looked at my cock, still standing straight up, and sat me down on the bed. He pushed my legs apart wide and took my dick all the way into his mouth. "jesus fucking christ" I exhaled. Try as I might, I didn't last a minute. He pulled his mouth off me and jerked the rest of my load onto my stomach where it formed a giant pool. Ted laughed, "Guess you needed that." I was deeply uncomfortable, practically panicked in my post-nut frame of mind. "Uh yeah" I laughed nervously, as I weirdly twisted trying to keep my semen from running onto the bedspread that was already a mess of cum and lube. "Can I take a quick shower?" "Sure after you take another load." His dick was so thick, purple and pulsing. I couldn't believe he could go again so quick. "Viagra" he answered my facial expression. "Listen I know that I came up here with you..." "... And consented to unprotected sex with me." "And, well, and that, but I don't consent to anything more." "What are you gonna call the authorities? How is that conversation going to go? 'im here with my wife who I left passed out in our hotel room. I then met at man in the casino, went up to his room and let him fuck my ass bare after asking, you're clean right. Then I got a blowjob and busted all over myself. But then he took advantage of me." I looked horrified but said nothing. Ted waited 2 beats and laughed, "c'mon man, I'm just messing with you." I still said nothing. Ted started rubbing his cock "but wouldn't it be more fun for me to finish turning you out?" I flushed. Ted put my hand on his cock. "I've known a lot of sluts but I've never seen someone so hungry for a load in the ass." I took Ted's penis into my mouth for the first time. "That's it baby, embrace your destiny." I tried to slurp him deep and immediately gagged. Jesus he was too big. Ted took the opportunity to flip me back over and slide his cock all the way into my lubed and sloppy asshole. "Fuuuuuck go slow go slow go slow please." Just then I heard the electronic bolt throw and the door swing open.

As a bottom feeling the cock enter me is sensational. Fast or slow. Being used for someone else's pleasure is great. Being pounded or a slow fuck is hevan. When the top is about to cum I love the state of desperation they are in building up to ejaculate in me. And feeling hot cum inside me.

The first time I got force-chemmed and raped was my first visit to NYC. I was barely 21, in the Army, all buffed out and a bit over-confident as I explored the gay-scene for the first time, alone in a strange dangerous city I had no business exploring by myself. I was walking down a dark, narrow, deserted street taking a shortcut on my way to check out a popular gay dance club I had heard about that was rumored to be frequented by gay college jocks my age. This hot Latin guy was leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette at the opening to an alley. We checked each other out as I went by. He was wearing faded jeans and a wife beater that hugged his torso showing off his nicely muscled chest and arms. He had some hot tats and this bad-boy look about him that made my dick hard, so after passing him, I turned around to look again. I noted that he was checking out my ass, and when he saw me looking back, a sly grin flashed across his face. He dropped his smoke, cocked his head toward the alley in a "follow me" gesture, and disappeared into the shadows. I was feeling a slight buzz from a few drinks I had earlier, which undoubtedly clouded my judgment. There were no thoughts of danger flashing through my mind, only this burning desire to feel this guy's naked body up against mine. I remember wondering if he was gonna fuck me or if I was gonna fuck him. I didn't care which it would be. Maybe both if I was lucky. I didn't have any condoms with me and that fact didn't even register in my mind. When I entered the alley, it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. I could barely see him ahead of me in the distance. He was waiting for me outside of what looked like a doorway. As I approached, I heard the door open and he disappeared inside. I followed him, enjoying this little chase thing we had going. I found myself inside a dark hallway. I could smell cigarettes and alcohol. I could hear muffled voices. I couldn't tell where he had gone so I started down the hall. I checked the first few doors, which were locked. When I got to the end of the hall, I opened the last door and stepped inside. I found myself in the back of a long poorly lit room. There was a small bar counter to my right with a couple of guys sitting on stools and chatting with a bartender. There were a couple of pool tables toward the front of the bar, each with a single bare bulb hanging over it. I heard nothing but Spanish being spoken and quickly realized I was the only white guy in the room. As I stood there, taking in the scene, the occupants of the room noticed me and the place fell silent as all eyes turned to me. I sized up the situation quickly and the alarm bells were starting to go off in my head. There were about 12 guys, all Latino, roughly 20-30 in age I guessed. It was hot as fuck in this room and everybody but the guy I had followed in here and myself had their shirts off. These dudes were all in damn good shape and I realized they looked like gang bangers. I noticed a couple fresh tattoos on the two guys nearest me that looked like prison tats. This was not what I bargained for. I started to turn toward the door planning to retrace my steps out into the alley. That was when I heard the door shut behind me and the click of the deadbolt. I knew I wasn't going out the way I came in. I saw another door at the far end of the room and started calculating how I was going to reach it. I'm a tough, wiry, scrappy fucker but I realized there was no way I was going to be able to fight my way through these guys. When I saw a guy at the front door throw the bolt and lock us all in, I knew that I had fucked up royally. Swallowing my panic, I figured I'd better make friends fast. I forced a smile onto my face, walked directly up to the hot guy I had followed in from the alley, and said, "Hey amigo, can I buy you a drink?" The room was silent as he ran his eyes up and down my body and I could see the lust in his eyes. I felt like I was in a fucking meat market and I was the new meat. After what seemed like an eternity, he smiled at me and said, "No white boy, you are my guest, let me buy you one." The whole place erupted in laughter and everyone turned back to their conversations and drinks. I felt such a wave of relief sweep over me I thought my legs were going to buckle. My "host" fired off some commands in Spanish to the bartender, who got busy mixing our drinks. My Spanish is shitty and these guys all spoke some kind of dialect that rolled off their tongues like gun fire. I was clueless what they were saying. In no time I had a cocktail in my hand and I was invited to play a game of pool. The guys at the closest pool table cleared out to make way for us and the game began. The cocktail I was drinking tasted REALLY good...not too tart, not too sweet. It was like something you would have on a beach in a warm climate, but I had never tasted anything like it before. My host had the bartender make me a second one and about half-way through it I started feeling really light-headed and unstable on my feet. I plopped my ass onto a stool and someone asked me, "You feeling alright white boy?" I tried to respond but my tongue felt thick and all that came out of my mouth was gibberish. Several of the guys around me chuckled and the sound of their laughter sounded like it was echoing down a long hallway. I started to fall off my stool and a hot muscle guy with huge arms caught me. He picked me up and laid me on my back on the pool table. My host, the hot guy in the wife beater, came up to me, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Relax and enjoy it white boy. We're gonna show you the best time of your life tonight." The realization swept over me that I had been drugged, and the panic was starting to build inside me again. My mind was fully engaged, but I had no control over my body. I could see what was happening and feel it, but I was helpless to do anything about it. Guys in the room were stripping their clothes off and I could see guys playing with their cocks. I heard one guy say in English that he had gotten a taste for white boy ass in prison and now he couldn't get enough of it. Several other guys agreed with him. I watched as my host peeled out of his wife beater, then stripped out of his pants. He had purposely positioned himself so I could watch him strip and he was giving me a show. He had a gorgeous chiseled body with 8-pack abs. I was totally hot for him while simultaneously scared out of my wits. The combination of fear and lust was oddly erotic. My mind was doing this tug of war in my head. I realized that I was about to be gang raped by these guys and my reaction alternated between panic and lust. I was scared to death and horny as hell all at the same time. My cock had a mind of its own and it was rock hard. My host took notice and I saw him smile, knowing he was getting the response from me that he wanted. I could tell he got off being in total control of the situation and having me powerless. It dawned on me that I couldn't do anything about it anyway so I might as well make the most out of it. My host walked up to me wearing nothing but boxers. His cock was straining against the front of his boxers creating a tent effect and I could glimpse his cock through the overstretched fly front. He dropped the boxers revealing the biggest slab of cock I had ever seen -- even in pornos. It was long, thick, and rock hard. He stroked it as he showed it to me and told me I was going to enjoy being his faggot for the night. He told me how he was going to tear my ass open with his mammoth cock and how all his buddies were going to watch him fuck me before they took turns in my ass. I was thinking there is no way humanly possible that something that large could be made to fit into my ass. Boy was I wrong. My host said something in Spanish and then I heard him say, “Gibron is going to get you ready for me.” I wasn't sure what that meant until I felt someone grab my arm and pin it to the table. Someone growled in my ear "hold still motherfucker" and I felt something stick my arm. Then I heard, "got it," followed by, "hold on white boy and enjoy the ride," as more guys chuckled. Seconds later I felt a weird sensation. My pulse quickened, I felt a source of intense heat gather in my chest then burst, like a sun going super-nova, spreading outward through my arms and legs like liquid metal until the energy burst from my fingertips and toes erupting outward like jets of super-hot plasma. The heat in my chest rose up through my lungs and into my throat as I coughed violently a couple of times. The noise inside my head sounded like a freight train roaring through a tunnel. My vision changed suddenly and I could see nothing but star-bursts and colored lights. I couldn't focus my vision and my eyeballs wouldn't hold still. They bounced around in my head like a balls in a pinball machine. I experienced the sensation of weightlessness. It seemed as though my body has risen up off the pool table and I felt like I was floating. It was without a doubt the most intense and most pleasurable sensation I had ever felt. I couldn't help but repeat over and over, "oh shit", "oh fuck", "oh shit", "oh fuck." Then I became aware of my cock, standing straight up and rock hard, with this sensation of fullness and heat building inside of it. It felt like my cock was swelling and that it would burst outward from the pressure. Suddenly I felt the heat gather at the tip of my cock, and without any stimulation, the biggest cum load I have ever shot erupted from the head of my dick. My dick was like a fountain, with spurts of cum shooting several feet into the air and spraying in all directions. When the geysers subsided, cum continued to drain from my cock in a steady flow for what seemed like minutes. I was soaked in cum and could feel a huge pool of it forming underneath me on the table. It must have been impressive because I heard several remarks like, "fuck man look at all that cum!", "I've never seen a guy shoot like that!", and "I didn't know a guy could cum that much!" Then I felt multiple tongues on my body licking my load off my skin. The sensations of having these guys touch me were amazing. The next thing I was aware of was my host's tongue and fingers playing with my ass. He was telling me how much he liked my hot, tight, pink hole and how much he wanted to put his huge cock in there and own it. I realized that my ass was craving cock like never before and I found myself lusting after that mammoth cock he had showed me earlier. I felt confident that I could take every inch of it and I was eager to show him how much I wanted it. I knew in my heart that I would give every ounce of effort inside me to take all of him and that I wanted his load in me. In fact, I wanted every last motherfucker in that room inside me and I wanted every one of their loads. I tried to say something to that effect and someone bent close to my ear to hear my confession. He stood up and announced, "He says he wants all of our cocks inside him, right now, at the same time." That got a big laugh from everyone. Someone asked, "How much did you give the kid?" I heard, Gibron say, "Point 8, and I've got lots more for him when he wants it." My host walked up and showed me his hard cock. He held two beer cans in his hand end to end aligned alongside his dick. His dick was the same diameter as the cans and slightly longer than both cans put together. He asked me if I was ready for him to bury his tool in my guts. I wanted it desperately but the size of the thing scared me. Before I could answer he said, "It doesn't matter what you want cuz you're gonna do what you're told, faggot." He walked around to my ass, put the head of his cock against my tight hole, and with one shove he rammed it in ass far as it would go. I felt him bottom out inside me and heard him say, "No faggot. You're gonna take all of it, not just half." I felt him push harder and I was sure he was up against my diaphragm. It felt like he was tearing a hole through my intestines. I could hardly breathe and I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I remember a tear falling from the corner of my eye and rolling down my cheek. I remember thinking I had never felt such pain inside my guts. I remember thinking I was going to die and wondering if I would wake up in heaven. Just then, I felt something inside me relax, and I felt a 'pop'. His cock slid further inside and it felt like another two feet of hard dick slid into me. Suddenly I could breathe. Suddenly the pain was gone. I heard my host say, "That's the way white boy. You know you like that monster cock. Relax and enjoy every inch of it." I began to be aware of how fucking amazing this guy's cock really was. He had me stretched to the point I didn't think my hole could get any larger. He liked that tight feeling and he told me so. He was sliding his cock all the way out until just the head was inside me, then sliding it all the way back in again. With each stroke, there was a point in the middle somewhere where I would fell that resistance and that pop, and each time he passed that point a burst of pure pleasure would radiate through my body. It was fucking amazing and I thought, “Maybe I am dead and this is heaven?” It dawned on me that my version of heaven would be spending eternity with an endless supply of hot tops with huge cocks to fuck me, tight bottom boys to take my cock, and this wonderful shit called tina flowing through my veins. The rest of my time at this place was amazing. I had no concept of time. Every so often someone would slam another rig into my arm, and I took every cock in the place multiple times. At one point I heard someone ask how many loads I had taken and I heard, "at least 30 so far". I was both proud and amazed. Every time someone would pull out of my ass, I could feel my hole gape open and cum would run out of my ass and down my butt cheeks. At one point my host laid down on the pool table next to me and I was lifted up by many hands. I was really wobbly, but they set me on top of the host and fed his massive meat into my ass so I was riding him from the top. It slid in easily this time and felt really great pushing up so deep inside me. I was starting to rock on it and ride it when someone grabbed me by the neck, pushed me forward so I was lying on the host's chest, and ordered me to hold still. My arm was pulled straight and I felt something tighten around my bicep. I felt a sharp stick and that amazing heat flooded through my body again. I shuddered and whimpered. The host whispered in my ear, "You love that rush don't you white boy?" I answered, "Yes sir. I don't ever want that feeling to go away." I felt the head of another huge dick push against my hole. There was a steady pressure for a long time and the voice said, "Fuck! This white boy is tight!" I felt a finger slide inside me alongside the host’s massive cock. The finger worked around for a few minutes, then I felt another finger, then another. After a few more minutes, the fingers came out and they were suddenly replaced by the second cock sliding in and filling my ass beyond comprehension. I moaned in pain and pleasure. I didn't think anything could feel better. The second cock slid back and forth inside me, rubbing against my host's dick and stretching me further open with each thrust. This went on for a long time until both guys announced they were getting close. They were both grunting and snorting and telling me how hot my ass felt and I came for the umpteenth time without touching myself. As my cock released, my ass convulsed around their cocks and they both shot their loads inside me at the same time. After they pulled out of my ass, my ass felt empty and it felt like there was a piece of my soul missing. I didn't like the feeling and needed something in there to make me feel whole again. I started begging for someone to put something in my ass, anything. I felt someone slathering my ass with this thick, creamy substance and felt fingers teasing my hole. In and out they went, working my hole, stretching it larger and larger. Soon I experienced four fingers and the narrow blade of the hand. Then it became five fingers and the intensity grew exponentially as the volume of the hand changed from flat to round. The hand was removed for several seconds while something cold and wet was sprayed onto my ass and into my hole. The cold liquid turned hot on contact and burned for a second, then I felt this warm sensation flood my ass and the irritation inside my hole disappeared. I heard the aerosol can spray again near my ear and I could smell some chemical. Someone shoved a wet cloth in my mouth and told me to breathe through my mouth. I took a deep breath and I got an instant warm, fuzzy feeling. My head started to swim and my vision closed in like I was looking out through a tunnel. I was fighting to focus my mind and stay conscious while someone was working hard on my hole. I was aware of someone's hand wedging my hole open and the fullness felt like someone had parked a truck in my ass. Someone stuck a bottle of really strong poppers to my nose and told me to inhale. A few seconds later I felt my body relax and the hand pushed really hard. I struggled to get away but several guys held me down so I couldn’t move. Someone sprayed more liquid on the rag and stuffed it back in my mouth. I was given another big hit of poppers and I felt my ass open up. My ass seemed to have a mind of its own and it started to stretch open as if begging for the hand. I heard the guy fisting me say, “Yeah white boy, suck that hand inside!” I felt him change the angle slightly and the intensity of that small move was off the charts, then suddenly the hand slipped all the way inside me. I felt instant relief and heard a chorus of approval from those that were watching. The hand worked itself around inside me and started to play with my prostate and cock from the inside of my body. It was the most amazing feeling I have ever felt. I started oozing LOTS of precum from my dick and it continued the entire time his hand was in there. At one point a guy pushed his cock inside me alongside the guy's wrist and I felt him unload inside me. Several other guys followed suit and I took several more loads that way.

I am a paramedic and have had a few positive loads from Aids patients during a medical transport. I wanted to increase my chances of getting the gift so I took a volunteer position at a nursing home. I chose this particular nursing home because they had a whole wing at this facility, dedicated for AIDS patients usually on hospice. Since my medical background, it was easy to fit in. I would do duties as empty bedpans, make up beds and then give baths to patients. The later was my favorite task, and I got to get my hands on a constant flow of patients. And since a lot of times my bedside manner would include, hand jobs, blow jobs, kissing, and letting them fuck me, I would get requests for a lot of patients. Since our unit was understaffed, it was easy for me to get a lot of one on one time with patient. Also, due to confidentiality, I will not disclose the facility or names of actual patients, but will give them a false name. Last week, I was told I would not have to do collecting of blood and empty bedpans, since I was happy to give baths to all the patients. Out of the bunch, were a total of 51 patients, and out of the 51, all tested HIV poz, 32 of them had full blown AIDS. I was thrilled, and told the head nurse that when giving baths to patients, I noticed most would take a bowel movement and would need my assistance to use the restroom. They were fine with that. Okay, that brings us to Last Thursday, St Patrick's Day. into Gregs room, and was giving him his bath, he had just brushed his teeth and didn't smell bad at all. I wished him a happy St Patrick's Day, and in kidding with him I said, I hope your wearing green, or you have to give up a kiss. His light blue robe was untired and loose, and his response was asking me to "come here". I leaned down to see what he wanted to show me, and our eyes met and we kissed...like a long open mouth sloppy tongue kiss for about a 2-3 minute period. He had taken my hand as we were making out, and guided it to his growing cock under his gown. When we finally broke our kiss, I told him I want more of that. I went over and pulled the door to as I also drew the privacy sheet between us and the door. When I went back in, Josh had pulled the sheet back to reveal his hard cock. Precum had a huge droplet on the tip, so I reached down and scooped it up with my finger, with the other had, I had loosened the string of my scrub pants and let it slide down to my knees, He saw I had a hard cock too, showing my 7" boner. My wet finger tip coated with AIDS precum, I inserted my wet finger tip into my own ass. This turned him on a lot, since he hasn't played with anyone for a long while. He reached down to finger my ass some as I leaned over to kiss him some more and then started sucking on his cock. Now his precum was flowing steadily and the taste was still salty but good. I looked up at him and asked if he could stand leaning against the bed? He said yes, so I used the remote to lower his bed, and swung his legs around. I whispered to him to fuck me, and he cautioned me that he was full blown AIDS, and I said I know, I am your nurse. I then said to him, do you want to lecture me or do you want to fuck me. He said he wanted to fuck me really bad. I said, come on, show me what you have. So he entered me pretty easy since all of his precum fluid, and he was about 8 inches in length, and yes he remembered how to fuck. He said he was close to cumming and I looked back to him and told him to breed me good and deep. This put him over the top and he shot about 8-10 volleys of thick AIDs cum up into me. When he finished, I let him stay in me until he went soft. When he slipped out, I put him back in bed and sucked him clean. He said wow...that was fantastic...and we kissed again as I thanked him. I told him I had another date and would need to leave, but if he needed anything, just ask for me on the intercom. I had to put a feminine napkin in my underwear so the other nurses would see and wet cum leaking from my ass onto my scrub pants. I straightened up and onto the next room....

I want a roommate like these two. 🥵🥵🥵 This stroy helped me to become relieved with my morning hornyness. Perfect j/o material💦💦💦

@Tommy Tank, it's always a treat to see you have added to a story. Very hot!

I well-understand how getting accustomed to how BZ works can be frustrating at first. But, keep posting/responding to other's posts, and gradually those irritations will fade away. To me, the discourse, exchange of ideas is the only reason I come here. It's not designed to be another cruise site. Hope you guys stay. contribute to the discussions, and enjoy it.

And quite a start it is!

As requested

Fantasies do come true, ya’ll. My ideal type is 40+, fit, brunette or silver daddy, and girthily hung. I’ve had a crush on JustSexNowAtl for years. And I can now tell you all, he’s even sweeter and sexier in person. He is literally porn star-level hot, checked off all the boxes plus he was an animal in bed. About me – I’m a vers btm who tends to make my tops come fast. I know I’m stellar in the sack and received countless compliments on my ass. My NYC fwb’s constantly hit me up asking when they can hit it again lol. It’s rare a top can challenge me in the bedroom when it comes to endurance and stamina. Not only did JustSexNowAtl royally wreck my bussy, he whored me out at the local bathhouse and then took me out for a late birthday lunch afterwards. ❤️ I hope to see him again next time I’m in ATL because I’m obviously smitten. Thank you for an amazing weekend (as indicated by the photo haha). If you’re reading this, BiAggieGuy, Nagato20, NorCalRaw, or Pozguyinchi, I want to make other fantasies come true next time I visit your city. Oink oink 😊

Friday May 27 Cumunion Vancouver, Steamworks which little piggy's want to work over this little 🐷. At SW or entertain before? Let me know.

Guys, there is an entire website called Waterboys.com that is still online. Be sure to include the "s" or it leads to a band, not to mention the movie that was in theaters. You can search by Country for guys near you and select all types of options including age and usual stats like body type or any thing you want or need. Most important is type of piss scene as some just like to drink from the tap while others want to be piss fucked. Totally nude or fully clothed and piss all over him. I have pissed down a few throats over the years. I am a Top for Piss as I don't drink it and I only want Cum in my ass. Multiple Anonymous Loads are welcomed to unload in my ass.

Spent A few days in Nashville and made it my goal to get bred, got on Grindr and instantly got a message from a sexy top with a massive bbc and huge sagging balls ask to come fuck me. I was told be ass up when he arrived! I heard him open my Air BnB door and Walked up and began to swirl his tongue on my ass, I could feel him pushing his tongue in my ass and it was so good, after a while he laid me on my back and began to fuck my throat before sliding in my ass! He fucked me so good and the best part was feeling his huge loads shoot my insides. He flooded my ass and left. Summarize trip I took 3 BBCs and so happy going home with a bred ass

@Summatyme has been a member for 9 years or so. When he initially joined, those restrictions were not in place.

I have a regular guy who comes over about every other week. We kiss fuck and he comes in my ass. this time he asked if he could bring a friend. I said sure. He shows up with a young hung guy. They both bet undressed and I suck the young guy while my regular fucks me . After a while he cums and rolls off. The young guy says his turn. He fucks me long and hard. His dick was about 8 “ and thick. After about 20 min he says he is ready to cum and with a load noise he fill my ass. when he is done he says this is is first time to fuck a man. He asked if he could come by again. I now have another guy fuck buddy

Thanks for all the food words. The story about the pig is going a lot longer than I planned.

I suppose the thing is, tops who like sloppy holes will go to places where they will find them (saunas, cruise bars, sex clubs), whereas those that don’t will probably stick to more private settings (one-to-one hook-ups at home, etc). Last night at the Vault in London it seemed like every top there was looking for a sloppy, cum-filled hole to add their load to. In such an environment, it would have been odd to find a top who wasn’t into that kind of thing, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t plenty who are turned off or even disgusted by the idea. They just wouldn’t hang out at the Vault in the first place.

I love a pre loaded bottom , love the feel of another tops cum coating my cock makes a fantastic lube, especially love it fucking my hubby after another top has previously loaded him 🐷🐷🐷

Yes, yes, yes! I cannot resist fucking a preloaded hole. First, it's a sign that you're a hot bottom, sought after by others. Second, I love the thought of mixing my sperm with the sperm of the tops who have come before me. In heterosexual sex there is the concept of a sperm war (see the book by Dr. Robyn Baker). Even though you can't pregnant, it's quite possible that sperm from different tops compete inside you. Third, the smooth, silky, warm feeling of a preloaded hole is better than what can be achieved with any kind of artificial lube.

Yes size matters.I adore small cocks.:)

For me it is about being used and degraded. It goes back to my first fucks being broken in and told I was a dirty secret. Years later when people tried to make love to me tenderly and passionately, it failed to turn me on. I’d go out cruising to compensate and allow myself to be used by anyone in a seedy setting (and I mean anyone) Now the older I get, the more I want to be degraded, humiliated and used. If that means getting so drunk I pass out when used, or on all fours in a sauna whilst others watch, then fuck it.

I wasn't sure where to put this but it is real and happened several years ago In the days when yahoo had some great groups I got to chatting with a guy that lived relatively close. I was with him and another guy once and I got a load in my butt. It was fun. He mentioned that he liked my ass and would love to see it dressed. I was surprised because I hadn't mentioned that I dressed when I was horny and needed to feel silk on my cock. I told him I could try it if he wanted me to. He said he would love it and probably really give it to me. I was pretty new to getting fucked and always used condoms. The evening he was due to come over I showered and got dressed. I have always loved women in black panties, garter belt and nylons. I had to pickup the G Belt and nylons. I put them on making sure the black satin panties were on the outside of the straps. My ex left a black skirt with the elastik waist. I put the lower half of the outfit on and rolled the skirt up to above mid thigh. I put a White T shirt on and checked myself in the mirror. I looked pretty slutty. I rolled the skirt a bit more to really make my bottom half scream " I am a slut, Fuck me." The guy arrived. I let him in and he followed me upstairs to the bedroom, I knew he was looking up my skirt all the way. When we got to the bed he pushed me over on it face down. He started feeling my ass and cock thru the panties, my internal heat went to boiling immediately . I didn't know until then that I really liked aggressive guys. He roughly pulled down my panties and began licking and tonging my ass, i only had this once before but this guy was really going at it. He stood up and I could hear him messing with something. I figured it was a condone since he was married, I felt his cock push against my hole and it pried my hole open and went in. He pumped me hard. It hurt some but felt good at the same time. He didn't last long and groaned and pushed deep. I was new and that hurt. I knew he was cumming. He pulled out and I started to get up but he pushed his finger in me the feel around. His finger was slimey and he said he shot a huge load in my ass. He said he never went bare but was so excited he couldn't wait. I pulled up my panties and he left. Later I jerked and I was amazed how quickly I shot or how much. A couple hours later his cum came out. He was right. itwss a big load. We repeated this a few times with variations

The anticipation of the initial mounting get my juices going. And then when that cockhead pushes in I'm in heat for more and a great fucking. But my favorite part is that moment when the Alpha's breathing gets heavier, he starts to moan, pounds harder and you know he's on the verge of cumming. That's when I loudly say, "Breed me! Deep seed me with that cock!" That's the ultimate part, the Breeding, since that what we're (bottoms) meant for, to service and serve as a receptacle for that Sacred Seed.

Part 14 - The Budding Flower Blooms The car turned on to Via Della Randa in Arzachena on the outskirts of Porto Cervo in northern Sardinia, passing the gates where Conrad got his first view of Villa Luna. Unlike Hibiscus Manor the villa was rustic on the outside but inside he found it a complete contrast, modern and sleek with exceptionally high end designer furnishings all decorated to complement the surroundings and emerald coast. The whole place was a world away and the Italian housekeeper cook was there to greet them at the door. Conrad put his bag down in his bedroom and walked out on to the terrace balcony that overlooked the freeform infinity pool that lead to views down to the sea. Adam walked out on his terrace and hinted for them to go for a swim. By early evening Conrad was sitting under the umbrella by the pool sipping on a beer and watching Adam swimming in the pool. Actually feeling chilled out and relaxed he was really looking forward to spending the next two weeks doing nothing. Adam climbed out of the pool and took a sip of Conrad's beer then held out his hand 'Swim with me' he said pulling him off the sunbed. Seeing Adam in this completely different environment he found a very intelligent, sexy and funny guy coming out of his shell. Conrad swam to the end of the pool joining Adam resting his head back against the edge of the pool enjoying the sunshine. Conrad looked at him "Did it take you long to get over what happened?" he asked. Adam nodded swam around in front of him "Months, but then it was several years in the making". Conrad cocked his head to one side admiring him "Is it strange I feel nothing about what happened?" he asked. "No" Adam replied holding Conrad's hands "you were very lucky that he had very little time and it was picked up by Jack". "How so?" Conrad asked looking at his hands. Adam smiled "If he had got you away then it would have been very different, a very dark place to end up". "I'm sorry" Conrad said apologising "for what you had to go through". Adam moved closer and kissed him tenderly on the lips "You were luck you had a trigger word" he said sadly. "Trigger word?" he asked looking a little confused. Adam nodded "Yes someone only had to mention Jack and it seemed to snap you back to reality quickly" he revealed. Conrad kissed Adam gently "This isn't going to be about having sex is it?" he asked worriedly. Adam laughed "What here?. No" he replied "strangely as attracted as I am to you it is about enjoying ourselves in the sun". "Phew" Conrad said smirking "people will think I am a slut sleeping with everyone" he said laughing. Adam splashed water at him "I think our dinner is ready" he said hearing the table being laid "shall we?". Conrad and Adam climbed out of the pool and dried themselves, spending a lovely evening eating and talking about things in general well in to the night. Conrad was wide awake having slept some of the afternoon by the pool and now sat there looking out at the lights dotted around the landscape down towards the ocean. Adam returned from the kitchen with some cold beers and suggested they go sit by the pool, Conrad following and sat on the edge dipping his feet in to the cool water. "When are we getting the tattoos done?" he asked Adam who sat close to Conrad. Adam but his bottle down "I didn't know if you were going to go ahead or not" he said glancing at Conrad. "Of course" he replied "Jack changed my life it is the least I can do to honour the love I had for him". Adam put his arm around Conrad and sniffed shedding a tear "I thought I was over it" he said shaking his head. Conrad kissed his cheek "I know, some days it just hits me" he admitted "I find it hard and still talk to him in the greenhouse". Adam hugged him "I go up and see him when it does" Conrad said "I take it as him telling me off and to visit". Adam chuckled "You are amazing Conrad, I can see why he adored you" he said pausing taking a moment. "What about Harry?" Adam asked with baited breath waiting for his reaction. Now Conrad chuckled "Harry" he said contemplating "one day we may meet and not butt heads" looking at Adam. Adam smiled "Harry thinks you are a perfect match for him" he said keeping it light hearted". "He does?" Conrad asked raising an eyebrow staring at the water "I still think of him a lot". "What when having sex with other men?" Adam asked then receiving a hard playful punch from Conrad. Conrad sat in silence moving his feet "What if it is meant to be Adam?" he asked "how will I really know?". "How do we go about it?" Conrad continued "What if it is a disaster like always?". "Woah" Adam put his hands up "man you have got to calm down and take a breath Conrad" he said sincerely. "Sorry, I get all flustered when I think about him" Conrad said sipping his beer "Fuck" he shouted. Adam smiled "I think you just answered everything yourself" he said finishing his beer. Conrad smirked "That was a lousy get out clause" he said downing his beer and standing up. "Time will tell" Adam said holding out his hand for Conrad "bed time, I am knackered". Conrad took his hand "Can we sleep together in the same bed like" he asked tentatively. "Of course" Adam replied smiling at him "but no sex" he reaffirmed and Conrad nodded. "The week we get back we will go to the tattooist Jack used" Adam said walking with him. By morning Conrad woke and could smell the coffee, literally, since Adam placed a strong Italian coffee on the table by Conrad. He sat up and held the cup under his nose taking a deep sniff nearly blowing his head off at the strong aroma. Adam grinned watching Conrad drinking it and screwing up his face at first until the effects of the caffeine kicked in. "Wow" Conrad said almost bouncing off the walls "dam that is good". "Not too strong for you I hope?" Adam said crawling back in to bed next to him. Conrad shook his head leaned over and kissed him "Thank you letting me sleep with you". "Do you find sleeping alone hard?" Adam asked curiously "I did, for months" he added. "I feel safe with someone sleeping by me" Conrad replied putting his cup down "a comfort thing". Adam nodded and snuggled down in bed pulling Conrad with him "Trust me it gets easier". "Do you always get so hard in the morning?" Adam asked cuddling Conrad. Conrad giggled "Yes" he replied "this morning I think the coffee has made it harder". Adam laughed and kissed him softly on the lips allowing Conrad to lay half across him dozing on and off for a few hours. Harry arrived at the airport and checked-in for his flight, the last few days had been a bull dozing of emotions and surprises since dinner on Wednesday evening with Adam. He had stayed over with Harry and told him what Conrad had just been through with this guy, he got even more upset to hear the entire story about Adam and his one long term relationship that nearly destroyed him. As Harry sat watching the gate staff preparing for boarding a lot of things made sense about why Adam only picked up anonymous quick fucks and never at his penthouse that overlooked the Thames. He chuckled to himself remembering the first time he visited Adam there, the security at the door was tighter than the MI6 building Adam boasted. Even then you had to be given a code by the owner to operate the lift up to the floor then there was two sets of double doors, Harry smiled how he had knocked on the wrong door and found himself staring into the face of a famous pop star. They laughed and asked if he was looking for Adam and pointed to the other set of doors. He heard the boarding announcement and smiled even more thinking that Conrad would probably have found that hilarious. The two hour flight had him thinking of Conrad, in fact he was still never far from his thoughts. Despite Moham's persistence to sort it out once and for all there just never seemed to be the chance to catch Conrad at the right time. Travelling on his own without Moham was a very different experience, it was the first time he had flown on a budget airline and was finding it a strange and unreal experience having never flown below first class with Moham. The seat was small and cramped and uncomfortable and that was just the beginning, the worst part, he was a no one lost amongst all the other passengers. He so loved the usual pampering and special treatment he got when the airline knew it was he who arranged Moham's flights and airline of choice. He put his headphones in and closed his eyes opening them again when the seat belt sign lit up and chimed softly overhead announcing their final descent. Bags in hand Harry walked out of the arrivals door and saw a uniformed chauffeur holding a sign with his name on. He breathed a sigh of relief, normality resumed he told himself settling in to the Mercedes and the drive along the coast to meet Adam at the villa. Adam and Conrad returned from their walk down to the beach and a brief swim in the Mediterranean, after a light lunch Adam received a text from Harry telling him he had arrived and on his way. Conrad decided to lay by the pool in the shade and soon dozed off, he was beginning to feel great and happy enjoying his time with Adam. The car pulled up to the villa and Harry ran over hugging Adam who stood waiting for him. Collecting his bags Adam took him up to his room to unpack, sitting on the bed Adam chatted away watching Harry putting things away neatly leaving his swimming trunks out. If Adam was nervous he sure as hell hid it from Harry who had no idea what was waiting on the pool terrace. Both Simon and Moham kept asking for updates on their group chat and Adam had to tell them to be patient and he would message with an update soon. "Right lets get you in the sunshine Harry" Adam said standing up throwing his trunks at him. Harry caught them with one hand "What is the rush?" he asked casually "have nearly two weeks" he reminded him. "I know" Adam replied smiling "so cute" he said watching Harry change "ready?" he asked. Harry nodded and looked at him "What you told me the other night about Conrad. Is he really okay?" he asked. Adam glanced out to the pool forgetting for a moment "Seems to be, there might be some way to go". Harry walked over to Adam "Why did no one tell me, I could have helped?" he said looking worried. "And you just leaving that Sunday like the world was ending" Harry continued "you kept me in the dark". "I'm sorry Harry, it wasn't my place to say anything at the time" Adam said washing over with guilt. Harry walked towards the door "It was good you was there for him" he said "are you coming?". Adam walked down stairs with him "You go out and get comfortable I will bring you a beer" he said. Adam watched the back of Harry going through the open folding doors on to the terrace, Harry had a good look around and walked over to the pool area. Adam was biting his nail with anxiety praying this was not going to end up like their other meetings. Harry put his towel down on the bed and stood up, he saw the lightly tanned body, arms folder across his chest and head slightly drooped to one side fast asleep. It took him a moment of realisation that it was Conrad, peacefully sleeping. He stood rooted to the spot staring at him then looked towards the villa spotting Adam looking at him from the kitchen he briefly smiled and disappeared. He wanted to run over to Adam and kiss him thinking that Conrad knew he was joining them. Harry walked quietly to the sunbed and sat down, his body brushing Conrad's leg who mumbled and smiled in his sleep. His eyes fixated on Conrad sleeping unable to suppress all his feelings that surfaced, his heart racing full of love for him. Without rhyme or reason of understanding Harry could not figure out why he felt this way every time he saw him. Harry took a long hard look at his body and the off brown coloured hair below his belly button that grew wider the lower he looked finally disappearing under his trunks, even that was enough to make Harry love him even more. Slowly he raised his hand and ran his fingers along Conrad's calf, he looked up at the face and watched that perfect smile appear. "Stop it, it tickles" Conrad mumbled under his breath, eyes still closed. Harry's fingers slowly worked higher and Conrad giggled opening his eyes "Harry!" he said in a velvety tone. Harry lifted his fingers off Conrad's leg "What are you doing here?" Conrad asked sitting forward. "On holiday, what are you doing here Conrad?" he asked staring in to his pale brown eyes. Conrad looked around "Adam brought me here for a break" he replied laying back down hands covering his face. "So wait, you didn't know I was coming?" Harry asked, Conrad shook his head removing his hands from his face. Harry looked muddled and perplexed "Sorry, I think people are trying to push us together" he said standing up. Conrad sat forward again "Harry wait" he pleaded watching him walk over to his sunbed. "I can't keep doing this Conrad" Harry said about to blow up "no more it ends now". Conrad stood up "Did I turn you down?" he asked, Harry stopped "Harry why are running from it?". Harry turned "What is that suppose to mean?" he asked feeling deflated. "You Harry, you run off angry and broken" Conrad replied hastily "you never give me a chance to speak". "God I fucking love you Conrad" Harry shouted "clearly this is one way traffic". Harry marched inside "Here we go again running away" Conrad shouted back at him then sat on the sunbed. "Harry" Adam called out following him towards the staircase. "Leave me Adam" he said angrily going up his room tears streaming down his face. Adam stamped his foot and walked outside to Conrad "Do I need to lock you two in a room together?" he asked. "Not now Adam please" Conrad replied wiping his eyes "we can't get along" he said. Adam sat next to him "You are both so in love it is getting almost to stupid to watch this" he said. Conrad shook his head "Maybe I am too broken to be fixed Adam" he said putting his head in his hands. "What makes you think you are broken Conrad?" Adam asked putting his hand on Conrad's knee. Conrad sighed "Look at me I am a mess, stupid, preyed upon and damaged" he said raising his voice. "Raise your voice at me and I will fucking slap you Conrad" Adam said staring at him. Conrad looked at him a little timidly "No one can treat you like dirt" Adam said "not even you". "I'm sorry" Conrad replied shuffling away from Adam. Adam grabbed Conrad's hand "I mean it, despite how much I like you I will slap you down". Conrad looked at him "Adam, it scares the hell out of me, that is why I keep pushing him away". Adam pulled him closer and hugged him "You need to fix Harry before you completely break him apart". Conrad moaned "I have never done anything to him!" he answered. "I know and that is the root of the problem between you" Adam replied patting his knee. "Conrad" Adam said softly "open yourself and don't be intimidated, don't be scared of how you feel". Conrad sniffed "I am boxed in with this aren't I?" he asked Adam looking at him. "No" Adam said sternly "only you can box yourself in and if you do that you will never see how to love anyone". Conrad stood up "He is the only one I love and have done since we met, the cheeky arrogant sod he is". Adam chuckled "Spoken like a true lover" he said "you two need to start getting along". They walked indoors to get washed and changed for dinner Conrad walked towards Harry's room and stood outside the door nearly bolting it afraid of what Harry might do now. Taking a deep breath he knocked lightly on the door and waited, he could hear the soft padding of skin walking across towards the door. Harry opened it and looked at Conrad 'What? he asked in a very annoyed manner holding his t-shirt. Conrad stood there looking at him his mouth going dry and completely at a loss for anything to say. His body yearning and heart racing looking at Harry who didn't look to happy to see him and getting impatient with Conrad. Harry shook his head having had enough of this, he moved and Conrad grabbed him lunging forward and kissing him on the lips. Harry had no time to respond and as quickly as Conrad kissed him he was gone running down to his room. Harry watched him dart in to his bedroom closing the door with a slam and running in to the bathroom he retched a couple of times from the nerves and his body shaking. Harry closed his bedroom door and leaned back against it, a smile slowly appearing on his face. One kiss was all it took to give him enough of a signal that the spark between them was very real. Conrad sat on the floor his nerves all over the place, had he really just done that and kissed Harry he thought. A feeling of happiness creeping in amongst his own self doubt of being good enough for Harry, the draw was there and he felt it when their lips finally touched. Conrad finished putting his shorts on looking at himself in the mirror then checking the time, it was only 7pm and already felt like the longest day in his life. Closing the door he walked downstairs and out on to the terrace where Adam and Harry sat talking on the outdoor sofa both holding a glass of wine. Adam smiled and stood up pouring Conrad a glass. Carefully assessing the situation he took a seat in on the armchairs, a mistake on his behalf with Harry seeing it as another orchestrated brush off. Adam did his best to keep them both motivated in conversation, some awkwardness prevailed amongst the patches of silence that continued over dinner. Adam was going stir crazy and had to bite his lip, he wanted nothing more than to slap both of them and instead he went to make coffee leaving them alone at the table. Harry didn't know what to make of the entire situation, close to the verge of giving up he got nothing from Conrad. He finished the glass of wine and stood up slowly walking over and around the pool standing at the top of the grounds looking over the twinkling lights down to the sea. Adam looked out and saw Conrad sitting there twisting his glass of wine around in his fingers 'God sake get up and do it Conrad' he muttered to himself. Conrad looked over to where Harry stood and smiled, suddenly his legs went to jelly preventing him from moving. Desperately trying to compose himself he nervously took a hefty swig of the wine and, taking a deep breath he finally felt steady and stood up, the night air was so still and eerily quiet, no breeze, no rustling in the trees. Adam glanced at him quickly 'Come on Conrad' he quietly said egging him on from the kitchen to be disturbed by the coffee machine finishing. Conrad took a few steps towards Harry, the strangest feeling ran through his body along with a warm breeze that suddenly hit his legs and seemed to crawl up his body and waft softly over his face but feeling a chilly edge at the same time. He couldn't describe the feeling or understand what it was, it felt like warm hands were trying to coax him forward towards Harry. He could definitely feel the warm air hitting his legs, neck and arms yet the plants and trees were as still as anything. His feet moving in Harry's direction getting closer and closer, Harry moaned and rolled his head back feeling a warm breath like breeze shrouding his body filling him with the most intoxicating sense of love. Conrad found his hand softly running down Harry's back through the cotton of his shirt. Harry shook his head "Don't do this Conrad unless you mean it" he replied standing and waiting for him. "Enough of these silly games Harry" Conrad said softly slowly turning Harry around to face him. They both felt it, the warm breeze appeared again from nowhere the weirdness of it almost frightening the hell out of them both. The strange soft caressing of the warm breeze intensified around their bodies, eyes fixed on each other. Both of them touched by an ethereal feeling pulling them together, in their head a silky exquisite and heavenly voice seemed to tell them this is where their destiny starts and lies. Neither knew the other was having the same experience causing goose bumps on their arms, the hairs on the back of their necks stood up the stronger the delicate force worked pushing them together. Harry thought of nothing else and blocked everything from his head focusing on Conrad who so close to him now. Conrad wrapped his arms around Harry his mouth being guided until their lips touched and sensed each other. A graceful kiss of respect between them that transformed with delicate elegance, Harry's arms moved around Conrad's body holding him and entering a kiss of pleasure and passion that burned for many months now released. The warm breeze vanished with only the sound of the crickets mating call filling the night air. Adam reached up to the cupboard to get the cups stumbling and feeling dizzy, a shiver ran up his spine spreading out through his body filling it with a warm loving sensation. Disorientated he regained control and stood up 'I love you Jack' he called out in a soft loving tone. Adam leaned over the counter for a moment unsure why he had said that, he was confused and unable to make sense of what just happened. Adam quickly looked as if he suddenly knew it was over and sure enough Conrad and Harry stood kissing then in a brief flash of a moment he saw Jack and himself standing out there kissing like they had done many years ago. He stared out the window at the memory a tear trickled down his cheek from all the happy times he had with Jack here at the villa. Not sooner had it started he felt a desolation taking over his body that brought him back and suddenly the image of Jamal came in to his head making him smile. Grabbing the cups and coffee he headed outside with hardly any recollection of what he had experienced. Adam put the coffee pot on the table and looked over at Conrad and Harry who where hugging each other placing tender kisses on the other. Adam was still reeling at his experience in the kitchen called them over and Conrad took Harry's hand walking with him to the table both smiling in relief that finally, and without reservation they had got together. "So what happened?" Adam asked as they sat down at the table whilst he poured coffee for them. Harry looked at Conrad "Can't explain it" Harry offered up "sort of felt it today more than ever". "You did?" Conrad asked looking at him "how weird, I felt this warm breeze but it was cold like it was meant for me". Adam looked at them both strangely "It was the weirdest feeling like it was pushing me" Conrad said. Conrad scratched his head "I got the feeling that it knew me and what I needed" he continued "losing the plot" he said. Harry shook his head "That is crazy" he said "I had the same sensation like it told me to accept it" he explained. "Then it was gone as soon as we kissed" Harry said trying to put it in to words "it was around and in me". Harry shivered "Left me empty with only you in my head" he said looking at Conrad. Adam listened to them both then quietly he spoke "I am convinced it was Jack, well his spirit". "That is ridiculous" Conrad said and chuckled "surely not?" he asked doubting himself now. "In the kitchen I went dizzy and stumbled then said I love you Jack" Adam explained "I felt full of love". Harry looked at them both "You really don't believe in ghosts do you?" he asked looking at them both like they were crazy. Adam shook his head "Not at all" he said "now I am not sure, I mean how do you explain what we all felt?". Conrad was sat with a smile on his face "Well I think it is lovely and I am sure it was his doing". "The weirdest thing was after what happened to me I knew you two were going to be okay" Adam told them. There was no question that all three of them were a little uneasy about their experience and the more they talked about they could not find any other explanation for the events that evening. Conrad easily saw that it had hit Adam quite hard his hand still trembled slightly. Harry fetched them all a brandy to calm their nerves, Conrad looked at them both and suggested they all share a bed. He certainly didn't want to sleep alone tonight and was sure Adam or Harry didn't want to either. When they climbed in to bed Harry looked at Conrad "You need to sleep on the right of him" he told Conrad. Harry grinned "I always sleep on his left side" he explained with Conrad raising an eyebrow. Adam slapped Conrad's leg "Nothing like that" he said "not like you and Jamal" he teased. Harry sat up "Who is Jamal?" he asked looking at them both. Conrad went straight faced "Well a close friend, very close" he said. Adam laid down "They fuck like erratic rabbits on speed" he said putting his arm around Conrad play pinching him. Conrad giggled and looked at Harry "I don't love him before you go off on one". Harry leaned over and kissed Conrad "Good I expect you to love only me" he said teasing Conrad with his lips. "I always have Harry, ever since you punched me" Conrad replied touching Harry's arse for the first time. Harry smiled and tongued Conrad deep both giggling since Adam was copping a feel of both their asses remarking that he felt like he was in heaven. Suddenly they both attacked a nipple each sending Adam in to fits of laughter, his hips bucking up, down side to side, his cock flopping at first then started swinging around the harder he got. Harry and Conrad both slipped their hands down taking hold of his cock and balls 'Make him cum' Conrad said looking at Harry 'show him we are the bosses now'. Harry chuckled securing his hand around Adam's cock, Conrad's hand slipped under his scrotum finding his arse hole and teasing it with a finger. Their mouths still attacking Adam's nipples and he resided to his fate and laid there moaning like a quality porn star. Harry's working on his cock stimulated Adam in a way he hadn't felt in a long time, his balls tingling 'oh fuck' he muttered then grabbed both the boys heads pushing them down towards his cock as he began jettisoning a huge load of his cum hitting both their faces. Pulse after pulse of his seed firing out and making a mess on Conrad and Harry's faces. Adam sighed long and hard rubbing the boys heads. Harry leaned over to Conrad and licked his face moving Adam's cum towards Conrad's mouth pushing it in with his tongue and kissing him. Conrad giggled and did the same to Harry this time holding their kiss longer. Harry leaned down and sucked up some of the cum then kissed Adam. Conrad copied him but almost swallowed it instead managing to hold a small amount in his mouth he kissed Adam depositing the cum back to the owner and smiled down at him then pulling Harry forward he kissed him with greater passion. Harry sat up stroking his cock and looking at Adam "Now you have to pleasure us both' he said. Adam smiled "No I want to see you two pleasure each other" he replied folding his arms waiting. Conrad looked at Harry "Nah you owe us Adam" he said straddling across and pushing his cock in to Adam's mouth. Adam tried to protest with his mouth full of cock "That is so sexy" Harry said moving over to kiss Conrad. He was finding it hard to resist and in gracious defeat he worked on Conrad's cock slowly then stopped and grabbed Harry's cock pulling him closer. Feeling like a child in a sweet shop with two hot young bodies above him fighting to get their cocks sucked whilst they kissed making soft erotic sounds that reverberated in their bodies. Adam gently sucked each one off in turn paying equal attention to each lad, a finger teasing their arses stimulating them on. Harry was first to reach orgasm nearly biting Conrad's lip in the process and moaning like wild animal trying to kiss Conrad harder. No sooner had Adam taken Conrad's cock in his mouth again and with Harry kissing him harder Conrad thrusted his hips forward hitting his orgasm. Adam just managed to get his mouth off his cock watching the cum splatter across his lips, cheek and on to Harry's leg. Conrad broke from the kiss panting and sexually moaning at the same time smiling at Harry and looking him in the eyes. The concentration broken by Adam jabbing his finger their holes 'Clean up your mess' Adam said pulling his finger out of each hole and folding his hands behind his head. He watched them both licking and kissing each other with cum dribbling down their chins until they finished. They both laid down either side of Adam who put his arm around each one 'Thank you so much guys' Adam said kissing each one in turn snuggling down. Adam was finding it hard to sleep and kept waking up unable to get Jack out of his mind. He dozed off restlessly again and woke around 3am to find Conrad sitting on the bottom of the bed staring out of the balcony doors. "What's the matter?" he asked quietly leaning forward trying not to disturb Harry. "Jack" Conrad replied "crazy but I keep imagining that I can feel him" he said quietly as Harry stirred. "Same here he keeps coming in to my thoughts" Adam said "you really think... no it's stupid". "If it was Jack?" Conrad asked looking at him "I have no doubt, I really feel that I felt him here". "You are both crackers" Harry said getting out of bed to use the bathroom "just accept it was him". Adam and Conrad looked at each other and smiled "Pee quietly" Adam said chuckling. Harry shouted out from the bathroom "Can't help it with a sausage like mine" making them all laugh. Harry walked around and sat on Conrad's lap kissing him "You okay?" he asked him. Conrad nodded "Yes" he replied kissing Harry back "Can I eat your sausage?" he asked. "Punch me if I ever say no" Harry replied kneeling up slapping Conrad in the face with his semi erect cock. Adam chuckled "Don't know what your laughing at I want to suck yours" Harry said. After another round of incredibly noisy sucking was complete the three of them collapsed on the bed finally falling in to a restful sleep. Adam was first up and went down to get coffee that the housekeeper had made and was starting to prepare breakfast for them. Conrad rolled over in bed falling in to Harry's arms. Eyes closed he drew a big smile running his hand along Harry's pretty impressive muscles for such a young guy 'God your body feels amazing' Conrad mumbled feeling Harry's lips pressing against his in a tender kiss. Conrad rolled away and kneeled up on the bed, Harry reached over and slapped Conrad's arse quite hard exactly where Joshua had whacked him with the belt. Conrad jumped and screamed scrambling to the top of the bed rolling himself in a protective ball burying his head in to his knees crying and begging for him not to hurt him again and he was sorry. The flashback hurtling through his body making him shake, Harry sat there struggling to understand panicking at Conrad's reaction. Harry scuttled up to Conrad and tried to put his arms around the stiff body of Conrad protecting himself. "Conrad! Harry shouted "Conrad, it is me, Harry" he said in desperation to get his attention. Adam came bolting in the room "What's happened?" he asked seeing Conrad's distressed state. "I don't know" Harry replied "I slapped his arse and he went like this" he said now loosing it and panicking even more. Adam climbed on the bed and cuddled Conrad as best he could "Harry and I love you Conrad" he said softly. Conrad slowly started to relax "Harry and I are here no one else" Adam said repeatedly. Finally Conrad released his hands from under his knees and cuddled up against Adam, Harry sat there looking just as distressed, he could tell by the way Conrad's fingers where clasping at Adam's skin he was afraid and slowly understood that the slap must have trigged a memory from this guy. Conrad seemed to go quiet with his head buried firmly against Adam's chest, his body looking completely relaxed now. "Wow look at the time Conrad you should go and shower get ready for breakfast" Adam said hugging him. Conrad lifted his head "Sorry Harry" he said getting to his feet and going to the bathroom. Adam waited until he had gone "This Joshua guy whacked him really hard with a belt" he explained to Harry. Harry sat on the bed "Me slapping him on the arse did it?" he asked, Adam nodded. "Will he always be like that?" Harry asked looking concerned and upset from what he caused. "No" Adam replied kissing Harry on the cheek "It will take a little time for the memories to go". Harry nodded "I feel so bad for him" he sniffed. Adam smiled "Slowly Harry, he needs to build trust with you" he said "I mean you don't really know each other". "Very true" Harry replied "do things at his pace?" he asked. Adam nodded "Go in the bathroom and ask him if you can shower with him". Harry walked in to the bathroom casually chatting to Conrad who smiled and held out his hand hinting for Harry to shower with him. To his surprise Conrad seemed to be back to normalish and Conrad allowed Harry to wash, touch and kiss him without the fear he showed earlier. Harry slowly wrapped his arms around Conrad allowing the water to drip off their bodies spending several minutes in each others arms. Conrad felt that familiar surge of love for Harry that reinforced how the two of them were meant to be together. Conrad kissed his neck speaking in a soft voice 'We will be alright Harry I promise' he assured him, Harry hugged him tighter to reinforce that he understood and hoped that Conrad knew he would be here for him. The following days were spent relaxing, Adam a complete sucker for sunshine loved laying out by the pool gradually building his tan. Conrad and Harry spent a lot of time talking and walking with Harry making it clear he was in no rush and they should take their time to understand each other, their nights full of fun and laughter spending them in bed with Adam. Harry was mindful not to push Conrad and was happy that at last he was with him. Developing a very unique closeness where Conrad would frequently look at Harry when he thought he wasn't paying attention and smile. Harry would know and turn smiling at him, he loved the shyness Conrad retained around being gay in public, it was a sexy enduring quality that he loved, his body silky smooth with just a hint of a treasure trail under his belly button disappearing in to his shorts. No matter how much Harry racked his brains to investigate his love for Conrad it always came up blank, it was meant to be and that was that, Conrad was his muse, soul mate, lover. They sat on the beach after walking for an hour one afternoon and Conrad took a selfie of Harry and him then sent it to Charlie and Max with a short message 'Finally'. Charlie responded quickly 'So happy for you Con, he got the right one this time', Harry chuckled sat there with his arm around Conrad. "Sorry if I caused any problems for you" Harry said nodding to the message. Conrad put his phone away "Had to happen somehow, then Charlie and I got in a big fight" he replied. "Not over me I hope!" Harry exclaimed looking worried. "No" Conrad said "he was more concerned if Jack had tried anything on with me over the years". Harry nodded "Did he?" he asked looking at him, Conrad shook his head. "He never laid a finger on me" Conrad replied smiling "well eventually he did" he laughed. Conrad looked at Harry "There is so much to figure out Harry" he said staring out at sea. Harry took Conrad's hand "You mean how us will work?" he asked looking at Conrad. Conrad nodded "I know you love your gardening at the manor" Harry said "I won't take that away from you". "But what about you, your life in London and working for Moham?" Conrad asked. Harry smiled "I can't lie to you Conrad, I love working for him" he replied "I guess sex will have to stop". Conrad laughed "Why?" he said bumping his shoulder against Harry "if we live apart I won't mind". "Live apart?" Harry looked at Conrad shocked "no, no, no. Living apart is out of the question". Conrad smiled "You really are that mad for me?" he asked pushing Harry down on his back. "You drive me crazy" Harry said looking serious and stroking Conrad's chin "I would give up everything for you". Conrad smiled "Silly" he replied "If it weren't for the people on the beach I would blow you right now". Harry chuckled and closed his eyes savouring the moment "We should head back" he said opening his eyes. Conrad stood and helped Harry to his feet, carrying their trainers they walked side by side in the surf towards the villa glancing and smiling to each other. To Conrad it was a perfect moment, the two of them clearly building from a desire of love to one of real intention to change their lives forever. He couldn't deny that Harry really had stolen his heart in an unfathomable way, remembering what Jack said that when it feels right you know it. Conrad bravely in public put his arm around Harry and kissed him on the cheek. In return he gave Conrad one hell of sexy smile and put his arm around Conrad's waist, his fingers gently caressing and playing with Conrad's smooth skin.

Trevor and I were on our knees next to each other kneeling between our leather daddy's wide spread legs as he leaned back into the couch enjoying the feel of the lips and tongues of both of his tina-spun pig boys as they eagerly and hungrily licked and sucked and kissed up and down his thick throbbing rigid dick and orally worshipped his balls.....balls which were quickly filling up with another potent load of his HVL poz daddy cum. It was almost dawn on Saturday and except for a couple of short breaks to rehydrate and to watch some verbal gay bb vids to keep our pig desiring nothing but raw bare condomless fucking and breeding, we'd been going at it for 10 hours or more. Between the tina, the booze, the poppers, and the Viagra all 3 of us were still wired up and hungry for more cock and cum and ass and piss! This latest round I had Trevor on his hands and knees on the living room carpet smoking the pipe like Bette Davis smoked cigarettes, while my turgid bare dirty dick was fucking his greedy wet pig pussy for a third time while Daddy was behind me and - FINALLY! - let me feel the cock that I belonged to. The cock that had made me what we were even now making Trevor into, the cock which for Daddy's purpose had been in Trevor's holes only all night long except for once or twice I licked it as he fucked in and out of the partyed up pig's loosened hole. But when I felt that hard lethal daddy dick poking against my sweaty ass lips and then felt him slide home I cried out with unrestrained lust and pleasure. And as I felt the deep burn rippling through my ass chute I knew he had covered his dick with Tina. I felt the rush and the buzz and the hunger surge through me as I cried out, "OH YESSSSSSS, Daddy!! Thank you, Sir! Thank you for giving me your dick! Fuck me Daddy! Please fuck me and fill me up!" And as he began pounding me I began plowing the sub's welcoming hole with my own hard cock, rough-dicking his hole and churning up all the loads Daddy and I had spewed into him throughout the night. As I felt Daddy's fat dickhead batter my prostate and felt his teeth biting into my neck I came....I came and came hard and deep and long inside Trevor's wrecked hole, feeling him push his ass back against me. "Do it, bro! Ah fuck man that's it! Fucking give me more of your DNA! Give me your fucking dirty seed and bug me fucker! Fuck yeah!!" For a brief moment even while cumming I thought, "we stopped the roleplay a couple hours ago", but then the thought was gone as I emptied my balls' cargo into the cum receptacle in front of me and I felt Daddy's cock pulse and throb in my muscled hole then begin spraying the walls of my ass with another of his virulent delicious venomous cum! After about 5 or so minutes Daddy pulled his still-hard dick from my lubricated hole and I withdrew my cumcoated cock from Trevor's ass. Daddy stepped over to the couch and fell back on it, spreading his legs wide as he picked up the pipe and began heating it. He looked at us with the flame reflected in his dark demonic pupils and in a deep commanding voice said, "Come over here pigs. Get on your knees and clean your Daddy's cock for him". He didn't have to tell us twice...we were there in a heartbeat, and that's where we were now, licking all over Daddy's cock and balls, fresh from fucking my ass, as Daddy blew out 3 or 4 huge white clouds, waiting for the next round of fun to begin.

Trevor had just finished taking 4 huge hits from the pipe and another large shotgun from leather Daddy and was now stretched out on his back on the couch....his ass resting on the arm of the couch with his legs pulled back and his hungry tweaked up piggy neg ass at just the right level to be fucked and pounded by hard bare poz cock. And the cock about to do it was MINE!! Daddy was on his knees on the couch over the pig's head, brushing the open lips with his fat wet cockhead and teasing Trevor with the occasional taste of his dirty precum. He had told me to fuck "our bottom pig slut" first with my toxic meat and get him begging to feel my POZ cock deeper in his needy hole, demanding me to knock him up with my poison brew - all as part of our "roleplay" of course. I rubbed my precum soaked cockhead across the puckered hole freely being offered in front of me. In the light from the lamp on the table I could see the sparkle of the tina dust coating the head and part of the shaft, ready to take this cum hungry slut to another level of tina-induced need and craving. "Tell us what you want, pig," Daddy commanded the flying slut. "We can't give it to you until you let us know what you want." His voice muffled as he was licking Daddy's heavy hairy nuts, Trevor spoke with a hunger that sounded too real to be "just roleplay". "I want cock and cum, Daddy. I want POZ cock and cum filling up my neg hole from you and my bro. I need your POZ loads flooding my neg ass and fucking knocking me up! Oh PLEASE! Please fucking give me your dirty cocks and seed!" "Hell yeah, pig!," I said, grabbing on to his ankles and pushing his legs back and opening his hole wider. "Gonna give you all you want, bro! I'm gonna fuck you full of my dirty cum then Daddy's gonna give you all the potent cock juice in those balls you're licking on! Here it comes, pig! Take my fucking POZ cock!" With the last word I slammed my full length in one hard thrust balls-deep into the cum-and-piss-filled neg hole in front of me. We both cried out in animal pleasure at the same time - me from feeling the warm wetness of Daddy's cum and piss enveloping my bare cock, and Trevor from a mix of surprise and gratification at once more being filled with cock. "Oh fuck yeah, bro! Oh fuck your cock feels sooooooo good! Fuck your little pig brother, bro! Fuck me hard and breed me...just like Daddy did!" "Yeah? You want me to breed you bitch? What do you want me to breed you with? What do you want from your big brother?" I was pulling all the way out and slamming back in all the way with increasing speed and need. I had been wanting to blow my POZ seed inside this hole ever since Daddy had first shown me his profile and his pic and told me the plans he had for the boy. I knew this first fuck was not going to be a long one but that didn't matter. What mattered was giving him MORE unmedicated poz cum and getting him to beg for it..to WANT it! "Fucking give me your POZ cum, bro! Seed me and knock me up! Make me like you and Daddy! Oh fuck man do it...give me your bug!! PLEASE!!" Trevor was writhing on the couch as I hammered into his hole and Daddy was pinching and twisting his nips. His sexy young body was covered in sweat and he was pushing his willing hole out to meet my thrusting dick. He really wanted it..whether he knew it yet or not, he really wanted it. And I was about to do my part in giving him exactly what he didn't yet know he wanted. "You got it fucker! You asked for it", I breathed harshly "you're fucking getting it....nowwwwwwwwwww!!! Oh fuuuuuuuucckkkk! Take it pig! Take my fucking POZ dirty cum in your fucking tweaked up neg slutty ass! Pozzing you up bro! Fucking you UP!!" And I bellowed like a fucking bull as I shot five, six, eight hard thick spurts of life-changing spunk deep inside this hungry pig! Gawd did it feel good!! I couldn't wait for more. But now, it was time for Daddy to give the slut another load of HIS toxic juices..this time with Trevor eagerly urging Daddy on!!

PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 11 (The Week - Day 3) No piss or boot kick to wake me up. I started to stir, having no idea what time it was. By now every body juice on me was a thick paste. I smelled of stale urine and day-old spunk. My hair was matted with stranger’s ejaculate. I couldn’t believe what a whore I had been turned into. I sat up and blinked my eyes wondering what time it was. That’s when I heard it: the pathetic whimpering yelp cutting through the air in rhythm. Walking up the stairs, the noise got louder and I began to realize that the sounds were the guttural exclamations of someone getting fucked. Was The Beast fucking someone? I became immediately jealous and my stomach dropped. I was here, why did he need to fuck someone else? I started walking towards the Master Bedroom carefully so I wasn’t heard or seen. As I passed a side table, two envelops caught my eyes. Both were filled with cash. One was labeled “Fri. Nite $10/head” and the other was labeled “Sat. Nite $100/flat fee”…was he keeping these for my Dad or was he just really organized? I couldn’t believe that each of those strangers only paid $10 to use me like that. And last night? The bar must have paid The Beast to supply its patrons with a human urinal. Only $100 for what those men did to me? I started to get hard thinking about what all of those men must think of me. How worthless they must think I am. The sounds from the bedroom pulled me back to the Master Bedroom. Whoever the bottom was was really starting to scream now, and I could hear The Beast grunting. I peaked around the corner and saw The Beast power slamming into a kid doggy style. The bottom was a muscular young stud with a big fully erect cock slapping against his chiseled stomach with each powerful thrust that The Beast gave him. The Beast slapped his already reddened ass, “Yeah, that’s a good cunt. Take my cock. Let me cream that hole.” “Fuck yes! You’re so big! You’re the best! My boyfriend can’t fuck me like this, you’re so much better!” the writhing slut exclaimed. “Why?” The Beast demanded. “Because your cock is so much bigger!” the fucked out bitch grunted and snarled. “I still make him wear condoms ‘cause he’s such a lame fuck.” “What a fucking pussy! To let someone make them wear a condom? You know better than to pull that shit with me.” And the Beast slammed into the guy’s guts to the hilt. The bottom howled. “Fuuuuuuuucccckkkk!” the cunt recovered, “I would never make you wrap that perfect cock. I need your cum.” “And you’re going to get it, you stupid fuck hole!” And with that, The Beast gave his bubble butt three more stabs and then noisily unloaded into willing receptacle. The bottom was whining and moaning and screaming as he milked every drop of semen out of the phallus lodged in his guts. I didn’t realize that I had been jerking my small cock the whole time, and I shot all over the carpet. It was so hot to watch a man that could control another man so completely no matter who it was. I mean, here was this guy cheating on his boyfriend with him, begging him to destroy his asshole. As jealous as I was, it was fucking hot! My focus was pulled back to bedroom by the bottom’s gasps. The Beast was fucking his load into him and the bottom was madly jerking his 7 incher. He let out a long groan and shot a sizeable load all over the sheets. Almost instantly, the muscle boy pulled his ass off of The Beast’s hard cock and wrapped his lips around it savoring his dominator’s dick juices mixed with his own cunt juices. “Good boy. You go ass to mouth with your limp-dicked boyfriend?” The Beast taunted. The bottom just moaned and shook his head. The Beast just laughed and then skulled fucked him a few strokes making him gag and wretch. Falling back onto the bed with a tired sigh, The Beast simply said, “Now get out.” Quietly, the muscle boy gathered his belongings and headed for the door, dressing as he went. I scooched back into the shadows of the bathroom so he didn’t see me. Once the muscle boy was gone, I heard The Beast say, “Come on in here, faggot.” He had known I was there the whole time. As I entered the room he said, “You like watching that?” I nodded, not making eye contact, “Who was he?” The Beast shook his head as he said, “My ex-wife’s nephew. Little slut was always looking at my crotch even when he was just a kid. I knew he’d turn out queer.” “And his boyfriend?” “Really nice guy, but obviously not much of a fuck.” “Are they poz too?” He snorted, “I have no idea. Now go take a shower. I wanna’ go to the gym.” I had never felt cleaner than after that shower. I had to wash my hair four times and soap and rinse my body five times to get everything off of me. We ate a quick breakfast -me just having another smoothie - and we headed to The Beast’s gym. We actually had a great workout. He pushed me and gave me pointers, now when he called me “pussy” it made me muscle through more reps, grunting and cursing like I never had at the gym. It was one of the best workouts I ever had, actually. After we were done, he smacked my ass and said, “Good job, boy, let’s shower.” The showers were public. There were four guys in there: The Beast, me, a really old guy, and a gorgeous young college muscle boy. Even with the eye candy of the college dude in the shower, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of The Beast. Everything about him turned me on. Clearly, the college boy thought so too because he didn’t seem to notice I was there, only The Beast. The old guy couldn’t keep his eyes off of me, though. The college boy was the first to leave the shower, heading back to the lockers with a lingering look at The Beast. Once the college guy was gone, The Beast approached the old guy, they whispered together for a minute or so, and then The Beast came over to me, “You’re going in the steam room with that guy. Do whatever he wants.” I looked up into his eyes, pleading, but The Beast would have none of it, “You’re a whore. You are just a hole to sell for whatever we can get for it to whomever will buy it. You’re already pretty damaged goods. Be thankful you can still get that.” He grabbed his towel and headed to the lockers. The old guy smiled at me and walked over. His grin was uneven, some teeth missing, some grey. He was completely bald except for a patch or two of stringy white hair. He was tall and gangly, loose wrinkly skin all over his torso spotted with brown circles of aging. His long arms were atrophied, with more loose skin hanging off them. “Let’s go, boy,” was all he said and headed for the steam room. We got into the steam room and there was a soft haze of moist air all around, but it was empty. “What if someone comes in?” I asked. “Everyone knows what the steam room is for at this gym,” he replied. “They enter at their own risk.” He plopped down on one of the tiled benches and pointed to his crotch. “Start sucking, boy.” I knelt in front of him and put his flaccid, hairy dick in my mouth. He began working my nips as I felt him grow against my tongue. “Fuck yeah, boy, that’s a good mouth. Use that tongue.” His cock ballooned until it was about 8 inches long and fat. I slurped and gagged on it trying to keep as much of it in my mouth as possible. He took it in his hand and slapped my face with it a few times. Then he pulled me up onto the bench and instructed me to lay back. I did and he said, “Eat my ass.” Without being able to response, the old man lowered his saggy ass onto my face. I didn’t do anything and he prompted, “Your pimp said you would do whatever I wanted so get eating.” I stuck my tongue out and started fishing around the loose flesh to get to his hole. Stringing hair was tickling my nose, forehead, and lips as I flicked my tongue on his ass. His pucker was bloated and spongy, clearly the victim of periodic hemorrhoids. But I hung on like a trooper and sucked on his ass lips and dove my tongue into his ancient hole until he was satisfied and he climbed off my face and sat back down. “Get on me, whore,” he ordered and I straddled him, his thick cock lined up at my hole. He fisted his cock and pushed it up into me. I gasped and whined as he slid me down his shaft. “Fuck boy, that’s nice hole.” Breathlessly, all I could say was, “thanks.” “Come on, ride it,” he baited and I began to bounce on his raw cock. As I rode his dick, he grabbed my head and brought it to his and started to kiss me. His mouth tasted like coffee and cigarettes and I tried to pull away, but he held my face there, his tongue lashing around my mouth and his lips sucking and massaging mine. I felt my dick get hard as I dropped my hole onto his dick harder and submitted to this disgusting assault. The old man held me tight and my ass started to clench with that familiar feeling. Suddenly, my tongue was out of my mouth and exploring his. I ran it over the exposed gums where teeth used to be and around his slimy cheek. Our tongues lashed at each other feeling his saliva mix with mine. He pulled back from my face and said, “Open.” I opened my mouth as he hacked up a loogey that he spit directly into my waiting orifice. “Swallow that shit,” he told me and I did, tears streaming down my face at how disgusting I was. I felt my internal starting as he said, “Use that tongue on my ears.” I went to work swirling my tongue over his ear, stringy hair tickling my tongue and getting lost in my mouth. He moaned and I felt him get harder. He grabbed my face again and started kissing me deeply as my hole trembled with an orgasm and his bloated cock shot a huge load into my colon. Our heavy breathing synced up as our respective orgasms subsided, and then he just dumped me off of him onto the tile next to him and walked out of the steam room. I lay there for a second, covered in sweat and cum leaking out of my cunt, and I realized that was the first time I had ever kissed a man. I almost cried at the knowledge that the only man out of the hundred that had been inside of me that wanted to kiss me was that old geezer with the missing teeth and the cigarette/coffee saliva. That would always be my first kiss. What a whore I was. After a minute, I got up and headed back to the showers where the old man was just leaving. I quickly rinsed, trying to get the disgusting smell of his saliva off of me, and then headed to the lockers. The Beast was standing there shirtless talking to the college dude who was also shirtless. As I got into my locker I heard The Beast say, “Yeah? You like to get fucked?” “Yeah, I like to get fucked,” said the college boy, breathlessly. “You saw what I got in the shower. You think you can handle it?” asked The Beast. “I’d like to try,” smiled the college dude. “Once I go for it, I don’t back off. So if you try, I will make sure you succeed,” The Beast warned. “That’s so fucking hot,” said the stupid college kid. Then as an after thought, “You clean? Neg and everything?” “Definitely,” lied The Beast. “Clean bill of health just last week.” “Well, I’m definitely game if you are.” “You got my number,” taunted The Beast. “Text me tonight. But make sure that cunt is clean before you do ‘cause if I want you to come over, I’m not gonna’ wanna’ wait 45 minutes for you to douche your snatch, got it?” I saw the college kid’s cock jump. He gulped and said, “You got it.” They said their goodbyes and the college kid left. That’s when the old guy came up to The Beast and handed him a twenty. “Thanks for that,” the old guy said and left. I was dressed by then and I looked at The Beast as he put on his shirt. “Good workout, huh?” he chuckled. I smiled sheepishly, still ashamed at getting so into that disgusting old man. “You’re a good boy,” The Beast said ruffling my hair, “Come on, let’s get you a smoothie.” When we got home, we just sat around watching TV and talking more about sports and college. Suddenly I said, “You still don’t know my name.” “I know,” he said simply. “And I still don’t know yours.” “I know. Maybe if you’re really good this week, that will change…fuck hole.” And then his phone beeped with a text message. The Beast looked at it and chuckled. “Right on cue.” “Is it that guy from the gym?” I asked. He simply showed me the text message which said: CUNT ALL CLEAN. The Beast texted him the address and told him to get over here right now. Then he looked at me, “Have your ass cleaned and be ready to go when I’m done with this whore.” “Yes sir,” I replied. About 10 minutes later, the college dude rang the bell. The Beast answered the door and they walked through the living room on the way to the bedroom. The college guy recognized me and said, “Hey man, I’m Kurt.” I gave a weak wave as The Beast said, “Don’t worry about him. Come on.” They disappeared into the bedroom and I listened for the next hour and a half as The Beast used the boy. All I could hear were the groans and moans and whimpers and screams and howls from Kurt and the grunts and growls and shouts and orders from The Beast. I grew increasingly jealous. I got the old crusty guy while this college kid got The Beast, that wasn’t fair. I was younger and I was already broken in. I wanted The Beast. Finally, they emerged from the room. Kurt was only in a jock strap and barely standing. The Beast was fully dressed. “Come on, we’re taking Kurt on a field trip.” “Where are we going?” asked Kurt. The Beast hauled off and slapped him. “Who owns your cunt now?” “You do,” Kurt said, rubbing his face. “That’s what you wanted, right? That was the deal. When you were begging me to keep fucking you and I told you I was gonna’ stop unless you handed over ownership of your cunt, what did you say?” Kurt looked at me, shame in his eyes, “I said it was yours.” “That’s right. Now you’re gonna’ prove it.” The Beast ushered us out to the car and drove us across town. We pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore. Kurt started to freak out a little bit, but The Beast grabbed him by the hair, pulled Kurt’s ear to his mouth and said, “Don’t be a pussy. Deep inside yourself you want to give it all to me, don’t you? Have you ever had a better fuck?” Kurt looked him right in the eyes, “No, sir, I haven’t. Okay.” We got out of the car and went into the store. The Beast exchanged pleasantries with the guy behind the counter. They clearly knew each other and The Beast threw him a couple of twenties and then proceeded to lead us into the back of the store where there were a bunch of black doors. Now, Kurt being dressed in only a jockstrap had definitely garnered us some attention and a small swarm of lowlifes followed us into the back hallway. We entered a vacant room, pretty cramped with three people in it. The Beast took out a bottle of poppers and put it to Kurt’s nose, who inhaled deeply. Kurt was pushed to his knees and The Beast pushed his hardening cock into his mouth and began to skull fuck him. Kurt had clearly just been schooled by The Beast because he let all of the saliva and bile just flow. It poured out of Kurt’s mouth and down onto his chiseled pecs and perfect abs. The Beast turned to me, “Lick that shit off of him.” I breathed in deeply and obeyed. I kneeled down and began to lick the saliva, pre-cum, and wretch off of Kurt’s torso. My tongue enjoyed licking the hard creases of his musculature and after everything I had done, swallowing down the body fluids was fine. As I was lapping up Kurt’s overflow I noticed a rather large veiny cock poked through the large hole in the wall. It kind of wagged at us, demanding attention. The Beast notice it, put the poppers back at Kurt’s nostrils, and then took him by the hair and pushed his mouth towards the cock. “Noooo!” yelled Kurt but his protest was muffled by the fat 8 incher plunging into his mouth. In a cloud of poppered lust he slurped on the cock even as he continued to say the word “no” completely garbled by the blowjob he was performing. The Beast held Kurt in place allowing the disembodied cock to enjoy its skull fuck. Tears streamed down Kurt’s face as spit flowed from his mouth cavity around the bloated phallus invading his face. The Beast had three fingers inside of him, digging around his cum-coated cavity when he pulled his digits out and slid his erection into him up to his balls. I licked my lips wanting that asshole to be mine. Kurt winced and sucked harder on the strange cock. I saw the cock in Kurt’s mouth twitch and spasm and Kurt started gagging, semen flowering out from either side of the dick and dripping down his chin. Once the man on the other side of the wall had drained his balls, he pulled his dick away unceremoniously and it was immediately replaced by an uncut fatty, not as long as the last one but significantly thicker. Even thicker than The Beast. I could smell this cock from where I was standing so I could only imagine what Kurt was tasting right now with all of that stale male scent lingering under that heavy foreskin. It couldn’t have been good because he was wrinkling his face and in between thrusts from the guy, I heard him say “please…” begging The Beast to let him go. “Get that tongue under that foreskin, bitch,” was The Beast’s only console. Spurred on, Kurt began sucking the vile cock with more vigor, clearly determined to be a good boy for the man who now owned his cunt. After a few more minutes of Kurt being raped at both ends, The Beast asked, “You had enough?” and he let Kurt back up enough to take his mouth off the cock and answer through a froth of semen, “Yes, please, I’ve had enough.” “Good,” replied The Beast and quickly flipped Kurt around before he knew what was going on and planted his freshly fucked cunt onto the thicker uncut cock. Kurt bellowed at first and then panicked, trying to pull off of the anonymous cock. The Beast held him in place and crouched to be face to face with him, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, this is what I want. You’re not going anywhere. Here.” He put the poppers back at his nose and Kurt took four or five hits, moaning despite himself. “Just think about that vile cock you were just tasting is now inside of you raw. That’s right, we have no idea who this guy is and he’s in your ass, that cunt that now belongs to me. Think back, did you notice any bumps or sores on it? I hope not. ‘Cause they’re in you now, rubbing against your battered pussy walls.” Kurt whined and looked up into The Beast’s steely gaze. I was rock hard watching the destruction of this college stud, his eyes welled with tears as he realized just what he had agreed to earlier that day at the gym. The cock behind him was actually pulling his rectum out with each stroke. It was such a hot look, actually turning his ass into cunt lips. The Beast grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of Kurt. “Keep him in place. I wanna’ see the fireworks,” he said and took my place watching the thick cock push into the weeping boy repeatedly. I crouched down to look right into the big scared blue eyes of the muscle jock and whispered, “This is what you wanted, remember?” And then I put my mouth on his and kissed him deeply. He looked shocked at first but then kissed me back, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He tasted of cock and cum and I devoured him. My hands reached up and rubbed his chest, nipples, arms, and stomach as the faceless intruder behind him fucked him harder and harder and HARDER. Kurt moaned and whimpered now, enjoying the thickness in his rectum and the intimacy of making out with another muscled young guy. I brought the poppers back to his nose and saw The Beast pull out a switchblade. My stomach jumped for a moment but then he lifted the straps of Kurt’s jock strap and cut them, letting the jock fall to the ground. Kurt was flying now and I went back to kissing him and encouraging him to take his fucking. The guy behind the wall began to groan loudly and Kurt’s eyes got really wide as the dick thickened inside of him. “Oh fuck, that cock is throbbing. Good cunt, take that stranger’s load. Take that dirty cum in your butt,” The Beast growled. The grunting behind the wall went on for a while. He must have been dumping days worth of cum into Kurt. Kurt held onto me and whined into my ear, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I doing?” And then it was done. Kurt winced and sighed as the uncut cock removed itself from his ass, but then he immediately hissed out a “Fuuuucccckkkk…” as another cock took its place, and The Beast commented, “Whoa, fuck! Look at that black snake!” I could tell that this was a long one as Kurt just kept sucking in air as the new cock made its way deep into his bowels. “So…long…my God…” he mumbled and gripped me again, “Poppers…” he pleaded. I put the poppers to his nose as this new ebony tool took its turn in my college “friend’s” hole. Kurt stayed there, bent over, bare ass to the wall, taking raw dick after raw dick from anonymous faceless perverts for a while. I kept Kurt occupied with poppers and making out and talking him through each of the fucks. The Beast enjoyed the show, commenting as each cock blew its poison into the young buck or a new piece of meat found its way into the helpless kid’s cunt: “Oh wow, that black fucker put a quart of semen in your hole” “Jesus, this one must be latin, big brown and uncut.” “Fuck, he’s churning up that cum like butter.” “Oh yeah, put your babies in this dumb cunt.” “Here comes number 5 in your twat, pussy boy.” “Fuck yeah, another load for your womb, bitch.” “You have so many different guys’ kids in you right now…” Kurt lasted through seven cocks before he was just too shaky to take any more. The Beast slapped the wall and said, “That’s it for now,” and the cock that had already been stuck through to take its turn was removed with a grumble from its owner. Kurt had cum dripping out of his ass and rolling down both of his legs. He stood up and stretched, but The Beast wasn’t going to let him have that much of a break. The Beast sat back on a wooden bench built into the wall, and said, “Stay standing and bend over and suck my cock. Faggot boy, clean up his legs and ass.” I positioned myself behind Kurt, wishing I was the one that got to suck on The Beast’s big dick. I started lapping up the cum from Kurt’s legs and ass cheeks and swollen pucker. I listened to him slurp and choke on the large cock between The Beast’s legs as I tasted all of the different flavors of the men that had poured their juice into this destroyed college boy. I may never know what these guys looked like but I knew what their DNA tasted like. All the salty, bleachy, putrid flavors mixed and churned and dripping out of Kurt and down his muscled, peach fuzzed legs. He would gag causing his ass to expel more cum in a wet fart, and my tongue was there to lap up the rewards, swallowing the semen from the deepest of his innards. “Okay boys,” The Beast said with a tone of finality. Kurt looked up at him with heaving, exhausted breaths, “Are we done?” “Done?” The Beast chuckled, “We only just got started.” Kurt looked at him in disbelief. I was not surprised at all. He told me to strip, which I did without a second thought, and then he lead both of us out of the booth. There was still a crowd fascinated by what was happening in our booth and they followed the two naked boys and the dominant hulking top farther into the store. We pushed through another door and entered into a smallish movie house with some nasty bareback porn playing on the big screen. The Beast marched us right down front and bent us over two of the theatre seats, side by side. Kurt and I looked at each other, unsure of what was about to happen, but then The Beast took out a black Sharpie. He uncapped it and began to write on Kurt’s ass, speaking the words as he wrote, “Cum Dump #1.” And then he wrote on my ass, “Cum Dump #2.” He leaned down to look at both of us. “Alright boys, you ready for a little competition. You’re about to get fucked…a lot. And I’m going to give you a hash mark on your back whenever your cunt gets a cock off. Let’s see which hole is the best, huh?” He stood up to address the growing crowd, leaving Kurt and I to just look at each other, wide eyes beginning to fill with shameful tears. “Okay guys, these two will take all loads. The only thing I need to know is when you finally cum ‘cause otherwise I won’t know which slut to give credit to, got it?” The crowd buzzed their consent and then started to line up behind our open asses. I suddenly realized that although Kurt was thoroughly fucked and lubed, I was dry as bone. I started to panic but then The Beast appeared in front of me, “I didn’t forget about your little dry cunt, boy,” and he slapped a glob of Boy Butter in between my spread cheeks, fingering it into me slightly. “Thank you, sir,” I smiled up at him. What proceeded was nothing short of a frenzy. Kurt and I were called every nasty name in the book, treated like fuck dolls. The tops trenched out our pussies, criticizing and comparing them, fueling the competition. We just tried to keep up, pulsing our ass walls and milking each new dick. Whenever a cock would unleash in our guts, the owner grunting or yelling out, “I’m fucking cumming, dude!” to The Beast or punching our ass cheek with a “I’m knocking you up, bitch!” The Beast would use the Sharpie to make a hash mark on our shoulder blade, keeping score of the loads taken. I felt connected to Kurt while at the same time jealous if a guy that had fucked me made a different or more emphatic noise when he sunk into Kurt’s hole. When we didn’t have a cock in our mouth, we would stay locked in each other’s gaze, grunting and snarling to bear down on whatever engorged cock was stretching our cunt at that particular moment. At one point, a particularly huge cock bobbed between our faces and we both started slurping on it together, our tongues running over the veiny surface and meeting every once in a while. Eventually, we were making out with the cock in our mouths. This sent both of the guys in our asses over the edge and we got another load in our holes. Thank God we had the seat cushions to kneel on, keeping our pussies up in the air for this onslaught as it went on for hours. Some of the guys that went back and forth between our two holes were just vile, disgusting perverts that lived for rare events like this one. I have no idea how long Kurt and I had been taking loads when the lights came on abruptly and the guy from behind the counter came in. “Sorry to break up the party, guys, but the store is getting a bit too conspicuous. There’s a crowd out front, too many cars in the parking lot, we’re gonna’ get busted. I think it’s time to wrap it up.” I had to laugh at the use of the phrase “wrap it up” since I had never taken cock that had been wrapped up. I couldn’t even imagine it at this point. I remember using condoms with Deanna, and it felt fine but nothing like the feeling of skin on skin. For all of the abuse, emotional and physical, The Beast (and my Dad) had done me a favor. I would never have to know the hassle and deadening sensation of a condom again. I was a bareback whore now and always. “Okay guys,” The Beast said to the two guys fucking Kurt and me, “You have two minutes to finish up and then we’re gone.” The tops started pistoning like mad men, causing Kurt to call out “Ah! Ah! Ah!” with each violent thrust. I just grunted and pushed back on my guy, trying to milk his cock, which worked. His dick pulsed and sprayed into me. He gave my smooth ass three thankful slaps and went away. The bald Latino guy with the huge pecs and pronounced beer belly fucking Kurt gave up on his hole, pulled out, and sank it into me. The shock of his insertion made my cunt tighten and squeeze and within five strokes, he was filling my twat with stranger’s semen. The Latino pulled out of my ravaged cunt with a pop, grabbed his shirt and left the theatre. “Let’s tally up the score, boys,” The Beast said with a smile. There was still a sizeable crowd awaiting the results. Kurt and I looked at each other as The Beast counted the hash marks on our back. I smile at Kurt, and he looked like he was going to cry for a moment before smiling back. “Well, it was fairly close,” began The Beast. “Cum dump #1 you got a total of 24 loads in you, but pussy boy over here got 29. So it looks like we have our winner! Cum dump #2 is the bigger whore. The cunt that got the most loads.” A cheer went up from the crowd. I looked into Kurt’s eyes and whispered, “Don’t feel bad. At least you have an actual cock. Mine’s so small it looks like a clit.” “Shut up,” Kurt spat. “I don’t care about that. You’re beautiful. Thanks for getting me through this.” Before I could say “you’re welcome,” The Beast barked, “Let’s go, boys!” and was pulling us up and ushering us out the door. He didn’t even bother to see if my clothes were still in the booth. He just lead us out to the car naked, we piled in, and he drove us back to his place. We went inside and The Beast said, “Okay, pussy boy, you won so you get a reward. And you,” he pointed to Kurt, “You get punished.” He pushed Kurt toward the basement door, “You’re sleeping down there tonight. There’s a mattress in the corner. You can leave tomorrow.” Kurt looked shocked that he was expected to stay but he knew better than to disobey so he opened the door and descended the stairs. The Beast shut and locked the door, assuring that Kurt wouldn’t leave during the night. “Let’s go,” he said to me and lead me to the master bedroom. I started getting excited about what my reward would be. He crawled into bed and said, “You get to sleep up here tonight with me.” I smiled and crawled into bed next to him. He scooped me up and held me tight and my head found his chest. I waited there, expectantly, but then I heard the heavy breathing of his slumber. He didn’t fuck me. Well, maybe he was tired and I would wake up with his solid cock in my mouth or ass. I fell asleep thinking about that, looking forward to that. The Beast would fuck me in the morning. More to cum...