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Part 3 Chad insisted on cooking breakfast for us. I didn't object cause I wanted to see what the lad could do. He made a pretty basic one, scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, (yes I'm a Jew, never said I was a good one) toast and fruit. It wasn't fancy, but the kid at least knew his way around a kitchen. And he's a quick learner. I'm sure he'll make a great chef in no time. As we ate, he looked over his phone, which undoubtedly contained calls from his dad. But he didn't say anything. "So," I started, chewing on some bacon, "when do you plan on going home?" A crestfallen look fell over his face as he realized he wasn't just moving in with me. After a moment, he replied, or rather croaked, "I'm not. I'm never going back there. Fuck the Major. If I have to, I'll live on the streets, but I'm NEVER going back there!" A look of defiance shone in his eyes. I have to admit, the thought of him being on the street, selling his body for money made my dick stir in my pants. "Knock it off!" I said, giving him a gentle slap across his face. "You know damn well I'm not sending you out on the street. You're living with me." He looked at me sheepishly with those big blue eyes and said, "Thank you Sir." "Thank you what?" I demanded. "Thank you daddy." He replied, a grin spreading across his face. "That's better son." I replied as I bent over and kissed his pink lips. Just then a loud pounding on the front door made us both jump. I went to see who it was as Chad stayed in the kitchen. Although, I already had a pretty good idea who it was. Sure enough, I looked through the peephole and there was the Major, looking pissed. I opened the door in my full naked glory. "Have you seen my kid?" He demanded to know, as he tried to avoid the fact that I was standing there with no clothes on. I just kept an innocent look on my face. "I don't know what you're talking about. Why would I have seen your kid?" I inquired. "Don't fucking lie to me Blum! The little shit took off last night and isn't answering his phone. It's location says it's over here. If you see that bastard, you tell him to get his ass home! That brats in for a heap of trouble!" "Sure thing Major. If I see him, I'll tell him." I responded feigning fake concern. The Major just glared at me before stomping off mumbling shit about faggots and Jews. I just shut the door as my blood boiled. I may be a sick, twisted fuck, but I would never treat family the way he does. Especially your own kid. I returned to the kitchen to see Chad still sitting there in all HIS naked glory. How could something so beautiful come from such a horrid person? "I heard him daddy." He said. "What do you think he's going to do?" "Nothing puppy. There's nothing he can do. You're 18 now. He can't touch you." Chad just sighed and smiled as he finished his food and took his dishes to the sink. "Of course, we'll have to get you a new wardrobe. And a new phone." "Thank you daddy." He said as he washed the dishes. "I hope to repay you for your kindness." "Oh you will son." I said, patting his hard, round ass. "You will." Chad just laughed as he finished the washing. After breakfast I took Chad on a tour of his new home. He loved my home, especially the upstairs playroom. I had knocked out a wall and combined two large bedrooms into a huge s/m paradise. The bathroom was converted to a real looking rest stop bathroom and the shower was huge, perfect for easily cleaning a dirty boy. And I had practically every device and tool a Master could ever want. Chads eyes sparkled as he walked around the room, touching everything, feeling all the leather, his dick rock hard the entire time. I explained the usage for all the items, about the many houseboys and slaves that I've used on and with them, and his cock dripped. He shivered as I placed a leather collar around his neck. He stood proud and hard as I attached restraints to his wrists and ankles. He looked a bit confused as I took some ice from the small freezer, and filled a bowl with ice water. I made him put his cock and balls in the water until his erection left. Then I quickly and expertly locked him up in a chastity cage. I didn't use a spiked one. Not for his first time. He looked disappointed when I led him by a leash out the door and down the stairs. I led him to the cellar where he saw the real slaves quarters. It was a dark and scary space with more cages and torture devices. I stood behind him and held his caged cock. "I own you now son. You are my property. I own your body. That's why I locked up your cock. It belongs to me now, and you will only use it when I allow it. Understood?" He just nodded silently. "And this dungeon is for bad boys. Are you a bad boy son?" He shook his head no. "Well, we shall see, won't we?" I whispered in his ear and he shuddered. I smiled as I could feel his cock straining in it's cage. Back upstairs in my bedroom, we sat on the bed while I produced something new out of my nightstand. A glass pipe and a little baggie. "What's that?" He asked quizzically. "This, my son, is meth." I answered. "It goes by other names too, like Tina, or T." I could see he was getting excited again. This all American boy was a true pig at heart. "There's various ways to ingest it. Today, we're going to smoke it. This is going to light your pussy on fire." He watched intensely as I loaded the glass pipe with a huge shard. "Now watch me." I instructed him. "You have to melt the shard first, then you roll the pipe back and forth a bit, and when it starts smoking, inhale." He watched with huge eyes as I took the first toke before handing it to him. He took his first hit like an expert and blew out a giant white cloud. He coughed a bit, but didn't on his second hit. I was one proud papa! We passed it back and forth a bunch of times, and his blue eyes turned into black saucers. When I knew he'd had enough for now, I set it aside and sat back. I just sat back and watched him as the drugs took over his body. A slight sweat appeared on his forehead as he closed his eyes and his hands roamed over his hard chest and flat stomach. I knew he was feeling sensations he'd never felt before. He moaned as he touched his caged cock and rubbed his balls. He leaned back and licked his lips as he ran his finger around his asshole, then stuck it inside himself. I could have watched his show for hours, but daddy needed attention. I snapped my fingers and Chad's eyes flew open. I just waved my cock at him and he instinctively crawled between my legs. He lovingly took it in his hands and felt it a bit. Feeling it's weight, and fondling my balls before taking it in his mouth. This wasn't like earlier when I raped his throat, this time he was making love to his daddy's dick. He sucked and licked it, running his tongue and lips all over, slathering me with his spit. I reached down and rubbed his muscled shoulders and neck while he devoured my dick. I ran my fingers through his gold locks and grabbed a handful,holding tight as he continued his love making. He arched his back and lifted his white globes in the air, giving me a perfect view of those twin mounds. After what felt like an eternity, I pulled him off and stood up, walking to the foot of the bed. I grabbed his ankles and pulled him flat, dragging him so his his legs hung over the end. Then I spread his cheeks apart and dived onto the pink flower before me. Chad let out a long, low, croaky groan as I feasted on his perfect hole, giving him sensations he had never felt before. He stuck his ass out further, trying to impale himself on my tongue that was pushing past his sphincter. "Oh fuck daddy. That feels so good!" He moaned. "Eat my ass daddy. Fucking eat my ass!" I pulled off his hole and slapped him hard on his ass, causing him to cry out in shock. "That's not an ass boy!" I corrected him. "What is it? Tell me what it is boy!" I knew his drug fueled mind was confused as to what I was getting at, so I helped him. "It's a pussy, boy!" I snarled at him. He immediately clued in and started croaking, "Yes Sir! It's a pussy Sir. Eat my cunt daddy!" He begged. I was impressed how quickly he took to it. "Eat my dirty fuckin pussy, daddy!" I did eat his pussy. I ate it like it was my last meal as he writhed in ecstasy on the bed. After a half an hour, my jaw ached and I needed to fuck. I lubed up my cock then grabbed his hair so he could see his face in the headboard mirror. (I had mirrors all over the room, even the ceiling, as I loved to watch mydelf fucking) I put the bottle under his nose and made him take hit after hit after hit until he couldn't hold his own head up by himself. Then I made him look into his own eyes as I rammed my cock all the way into him in one thrust. He screamed as much as his battered throat would allow as I ripped into his barely non virgin hole. I held his head up so he could see himself through his tears as I transformed him into my personal fuck puppet. I wasted no time in pounding his tight pussy, loving the feeling of his hard ass as it slammed against my belly. "Look at yourself, you little whore!" I shouted as I plowed him hard. "You're a filthy, drugged up bitch taking cock in his pussy, and you fucking love it, don't you?!" "Oh god yes, I love it daddy. This is where I belong. Fuck me Major!" He cried out. I don't think he knew what he had said, but I had heard him. My anger boiled inside me as I fucked the stupid kid for all I was worth while he just blubbered and begged for more. After half an hour, I was getting close to cumming, but I wasn't ready just yet. I pulled out, much to Chad's disappointment. He just whined for me to put it back in him. I just slapped the back of his head and told him to shut the fuck up. I sat at the head of the bed as Chad laid there on his stomach, breathing deep and sweating buckets. I grabbed the pipe and loaded some more, then I poked the lad. He looked at me with fuzzy eyes and I motioned for him to sit on my cock. He wasted no time climbing on top of me and sitting down on my fat pole. I handed him the pipe and he took a big hit. He was so horned up he was instinctively gyrating on my cock like the good slut he was becoming. He tried to hand me the pipe, but I refused, saying it was all for him. After he took six more big hits, I could see he was totally gone. I set the pipe down and that's when I asked him, "Do you realize you called me Major a little while ago?" "I did?" He asked, looking confused. "Yes pup, you did. Is there something you're not telling me? Did the Major fuck you?" "No, god no." He replied looking a bit scared. "But did you want him to?" I prodded him. He didn't say anything for a moment, he just continued involuntarily grinding on my cock before he finally said, "Yes Sir." My cock throbbed at the thought of Chad wanting his real father to fuck him. "Tell me all about son." I gently said. It took him a few moments, but after a couple more hits off the bottle he finally started talking. "I've always wanted the Major to fuck me." He started. "For as long as I could remember. I'd see him naked at the gym, and I'd have to hide my hard on. He thought I was just being bashful and laugh at me. His humiliating me only made me harder. I didn't know why." I kept feeding him poppers as he started riding my cock harder. "When I started masturbating, he was all I thought about. I imagined sucking his dick, I imagined licking his sweaty pits, I imagined him fucking me." This boy was telling me everything I needed to know about him. "Tell me more." I prodded him as he huffed more poppers. "I started stealing his underwear, and jocks, and socks. But only the dirty ones. The ones that smelled like him. I'd breath his smell as I jerked off, his manly, sweaty smell." Chad was riding my cock harder and harder as he continued. "I loved his dirty jockstraps the best. He would wear them a few times before he washed them. They would smell like ball sweat and piss." He moaned as he talked about this, and rode me even harder. "Sometimes there would be a pube or two in there." More poppers. "Then, I'd start sneaking into his bathroom after he left, and licking up his piss dribbles. I'd lick the seat, both sides, and if there were dribbles on the floor, I'd lick those up too." Jesus, this kid was a bigger pig than I could have imagined! "One time I came home after he had a lady friend over, and I found a used condom in his trash. I took it, and sucked his cum out of it. I've never cum so hard before." I put the poppers away and grabbed a couple more items out of the nightstand. I attached clamps to his pert little pink nips and he hissed in pain and pleasure. Then I held up my special jockstrap. This one was super filthy, having months of cum and piss soaked into it. The thing reeked. I held it over Chad's mouth and nose and he huffed the stench in deeply. "I want you to call me Major boy. Right now I'm the Major, and I want you to ride my cock like you want to ride his. Make me cum son." That was all Chad needed to be told, and he was lost to the fantasy. "Fuck me Major." He whined like a girl. "Fuck your little boy. Please daddy, fuck my little pussy. Fuck me Major. Fuck your little faggot son! Fill me with your cum Major. Fill up your little baby boy!" Chad had lost any semblance of shame as he used his muscular legs to ride me like it was the Kentucky Derby. I pushed the filthy jock into his face as he huffed it and licked it, making it slimy with his spit. He sucked the pouch into his mouth and let the nastiness fill his mouth, all the while calling me the Major and begging for my cock and cum. I grabbed the chain on the clamps and ripped them off of his tits, causing him to throw back his head and howl. I stuffed the disgusting jock deep into his mouth and partially down his throat. He started convulsing as ropes of white hot teenage cum shot out of his caged cock all over me. That pushed me over the edge and I pumped the second load of poz cum deep into his sweet, young guts. He collapsed on me and just started sobbing. Great wracking sobs like he did last night when he first showed up. I held him tight and soothed him as he let loose his emotions. "Shhhh. It's ok baby. Let it out. Daddy's here, daddy's got you." I cooed as I rubbed his sweat slicked back. "Just cry baby boy. Daddy's here. Daddy loves you baby." I froze for a second from my own words as Chad's sobs subsided a bit. "I love you too daddy." He whispered in my ear before lifting his head and looking and me through his tear filled eyes. "I love you daddy Abe." I squeezed him tighter as buried his face back into my neck and finished his crying session as the rest of my seed leaked into his hole. "You aren't, um, mad at me or anything for what just happened, are you?" He finally asked when he had calmed down. I just laughed and held him tight. "I'll never be mad at you for being you son." I said as he smiled. "Now this," I said, tapping his cock cage, "you came without daddy's permission. You'll have to be punished for that later boy." "Yes daddy." He said as he snuggled into my arm. "I understand."

Part 3 That was the beginning of our once a week sessions. We had a good connection and he was a fun, reliable bottom. It allowed me to spend my free time looking for tops. Owen was satisfied with less sex than I was, so he hooked up with other guys only occasionally. Our weekly meetings continued until I went on Spring Break down to the coast a month later. My trip was different this year, though. I had been topping more and needed be the one getting dicked. It took some work, but I was able to keep my ass filled with cock and cum when I wasn't drinking like a fish or getting a decent tan. Mostly it was other Spring Breakers, but I got some of the locals too. Three nights I bottomed for ten or more guys, blindfolded and oblivious to who was fucking me. Some were thin, some tall, some hairy, some smooth, some hung, some average or smaller. All I cared about was feeling their raw dick in me and hopefully getting a load from each too. They called me a slut, a whore, a pig, a faggot and a stupid fuck. I heard it in English, Spanish, Portuguese, and German. It didn't matter to me, as long as I got fucked, I was happy. In the end, I think I only topped two guys the whole week. Owen wanted to meet up as soon as I got back, but I was too sore and tired. By the end of the week I had recovered and met up with him. We both needed it. I drilled him harder than usual but he was really into it. He got two loads this time, the first doggy style like we had always done and for the first time, missionary for the second fuck. In between, he wanted to hear about my exploits during Spring Break. "Damn, that sounds so hot. I'd love to do something like that and feel all those guys just using my ass to get off. I wouldn't even need the blindfold!" he said, chuckling afterwards. I laughed too. It was nice to see him comfortable enough with me to joke about his disability. "Kinda dangerous though... they could have stolen your stuff or given you something. Or even killed you" Owen said, getting more serious. "I had a buddy watching out for me, so it didn't get too crazy. But that's one reason I didn't want to meet until today. I've been waiting to make sure my dick didn't start to drip like it did last year when I picked up an STD. I didn't want to pass it on to you" I replied. "Ah... thanks. But... I wouldn't mind. I've never caught anything. I don't think I can call myself a cum dump without picking something up at least once" he said. I laughed before I grabbed his legs, sliding him around and taking my position between his legs. As I pushed them back and aimed my rigid dick at his leaking hole I said "Well, you already got the big one, right?" "What do you mean?" Owen asked, innocently. "You're poz, right?" I replied. "No" he answered sounding very confused, before asking "Why would you think that?" "Most guys that have on their profile that they prefer bareback and have a status of ask-me are poz. Usually they're undetectable, too. They just don't want to advertise it" I explained. "Oh... I was just being honest since I prefer bare sex and I haven't been tested in a while. It's embarrassing" he replied. "It's not too bad once you get used to it. Next time, you can go with me... just to make sure" I said right before I pushed my bare cock into him again. He relaxed and then moaned as my cock slid easily into his well lubed hole. This fuck wasn't as rough as the earlier one and I really liked this position. I got to see the expressions on his face change each time I tried something different and I found that his dick was rock hard and leaking soon after my cock went back into him. In my experience, the bottoms I fucked started out hard and stayed that way or were soft the whole time. I'd never seen one start soft and then get hard. Owen's moans were louder than normal too, probably since they were getting directed right to me, not into the bed. I only lasted about ten minutes before my balls needed to empty again. We'd fucked enough so he knew my cues when I was about to shoot and he cried out "Breed me!" a second before I did. We rested a few minutes before I got dressed. There were a pair guys out in the hallway when I left. One guy said "Sounds like you guys had fun. Wish my girlfriend liked to get used like that." "He's all lubed... give it a shot" I replied, winking at him. Both guys looked shocked as I walked away.

For the next six months I just kept scaring the shit out of myself. I knew I couldn't stop having sex with strangers, it was just too exhilarating. Two or three times I had repeat sessions with guys, but it just felt boring and wrong. Every time I approached a new stranger I promised myself I would have them suite up. By the time their cock approached my vulnerable hole it was always raw and I knew I needed the cum. They didn't all breed me but most did. I was easily taking ten strangers loads up my ass every week. And, I never had the fucking good sense to ask their status. I was loosing my mind I was so fuckin frightened. I couldn't believe I hadn't gotten sick and I hadn't gotten checked out, just too damn frightened. I knew the clerk at the bookstore must have been poz with his scorpion tattoo so I'd taken at least one poz load and seemingly dodged the bullet. I hadn't heard that guys could get it without getting the fuck flu. Then one night I got picked up by a group of three guys at the cruising woods. They had watched as four strangers bred my ass and knowing I was well lubricated wanted a more private party. They were all football player builds so I couldn't believe my good fortune. We loaded into a black double cab Ram pickup and drove for about an hour to a remote cottage. The guy in the back seat with me fished out his semi hard dick and I spent the ride servicing his thick 6 inch hardon. With each passing minute and each dizzying turn my fear grew. I'd definitely done some stupid things and had sex in risky places but I'd never been this reckless. They could be planning to kill me and dispose of my body. Noone would have had a clue where I had gone. The cottage was very rustic. One big room with a sling hanging in the middle. I was immediately stripped and lashed into the swing. The guy I'd been sucking pushed his ridged cock back in my mouth. One of his friends stood at my head on the other side and presented a beautiful eight inches for me to swivel my head and suck. I proceeded to alternate one to the other. Very soon hot lips were eating out my hole and a strong tongue began to royally fuck my ass. By now I was to busy and horny to remember any fear that might have existed earlier. After five minutes I groaned as the pleasure to my ass was removed. As if playing musical chairs each guy rotated positions and quickly my mouth and ass were kept busy. The new cock for my mouth was the biggest of the bunch. A good ten inches at full mast and easily beer bottle thick. I couldn't deep throat it but gave it my best try. When the lips came off my ass I expected another musical chairs maneuver, but cried out as the eight inches plunged deep into my guts. He pounded me for 15 or so strokes and then the rotation maneuver occurred. The last guy at my ass just plunged his raw cock in and fucked away at a rapid slapping pace. He kept it up for quite some time before suddenly pulling out declaring. "I don't want to cum yet." As I expected the quick rotation ensued and the huge ten inch naked monster drove into my ass. I gagged on the cock down my throat as it muffled my screams. Pulling off coughing and sputtering for the first time I let my attention drift from the proffered cocks at my mouth to inspect what was probing my ass. I got over the initial pain almost instantly I was so horn dogged to see that huge raw cock sliding back and forth in my body. Then my sight line drifted up below his belly button and I was flooded with terror like never before. Me; "What the fuck are you doing?!" Mr.10 inches (him); "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm fucking you, silly. " Me; "But your tattoo!?" Him; "What about it?" "Your not wearing a condom. " "Why would I wear a fuckin rubber? I never use those nasty things. " "But you could infect me." "Yeah, so what? So could anyone of those guys that bred you in the woods kid." "Fuck! So are you really toxic, not on meds?" "Yup" "Fuck" "That's what I'm doin. And for all your talk you ain't stoppin me." Not only was I not stopping him my cock just kept getting harder. Me "Just don't cum in me ... please." Him "I never pull out kid. And neither will they." "Fuckin shit, are they poz to?" "Of course they are. Who to hell do you think knocked them up? (Pointing) He had the fuck flu last week, and he's still got some fever. My monster's shreddin your ass for all three doses of venom. It's your lucky night kid. You can kiss your negative ass good bye." And then he really railed into me as the eight inch cock was jammed down my throat. "I'm gettin real close kid. Beg for it. " "NO Don't ... don't cum ..." I was blasting my load hands free and my ass brought him over the edge. "Argh .... fuuuuuuccck..." "NO, PLEASE NO" "To fuckin late kid." He was still convulsing while pressed deep inside. "Which one of you gets him next?" "NO, FUCK NO! I don't want their fuck flu. " He'd pulled out of me and presented his blood, poz cum and ass juice covered stick for me to clean. I didn't hesitate amazing myself with how deeply I was able to inhale the ten inches. Before I was finished my cleaning job the smallest knob was fucking my ass. When I had my mouth back I couldn't stop myself groaning with each piston fuck. I couldn't hide my pleasure. Him "You're a great cum dump kid. I knew you wouldn't stop with mine. " "Fuck no ... ooh.... that feels so good ... but no... oh yeah .... no, don't breed me " Him "Breed him man, he wants your poison load, don't listen to him. " Me "Oh yeah .... fuck me .... but don't... don't ... ooh fuck... your filling me now aren't you? Oh fuck, I can feel you painting my guts. Fuuuuuuccck that feels so fuckin good!" As I was cleaning this fresh cock the last guy stepped up and aimed for my hole, "What do you say kid?" Me "This is fuckin crazy. No way man. I want it, but this is fuckin crazy. " He stuck the head of his eight inches into me. Me "Fuck no man. Shit it's not fair. Your raw cock feels so fuckin good. ... oh yeah ...but no..." He pulled it completely out and I felt so empty. Me "What the fuck man? What are you doing?" 8"'s "You said no." Me "Yeah, and I meant it. But you gotta give me more than just the tip. " "Balls deep?" "Yeah, balls deep. Then you can pull oouuutttt ... Oh fuck ... that feels so good " He'd taken me literally and entered in one swift movement. "Fuck me man. I need another raw pounding .... oooo fuucckk ... yeah ... like that .... your hittin my prostate just right ... don't stop. " The other two "Breed him .Fill him with your toxic dose!" 8"s " Ugh ... I'm close kid, tell me what you want ... fast " "Cum in my ass! Shoot inside me. Oh yeah .... knock me up, poz my hole." And again it was happening as I spoke. By the time I finished cleaning this cock the ten inch was hard again and teasing my swollen sloppy hole. Me "I've got three in me what's one more, give it to me." Well it wasn't just one more, by morning there must have been 9 toxic loads dripping down my balls. I slept on the entire drive back to the city. They dumped me at the woods and drove away laughing and shouting "Enjoy the fuck flu. " My terror returned and that was the cold sweat I awakened to for the next month. The cement truck of the fuck flu fevers never settled into me. And I was way too frightened to go to any clinic. With such a fright you'd think I'd avoid sex or at least not bb with strangers. But oh no, after a full days rest I was back out there getting my ten load quota every week. And fuckin and breedin the odd ass along the way.

Fucking pozzing lads back to pre covid levels. Now back in shape thanks to steroids and slamming!!!!

I've told lots of bottoms that I don't mind sloppy seconds (or thirds or fourths or fifths, etc.)! So, definitely a turn on for me. But I know and admit that I'm a top who has a cum fetish. As I've said in other places, I will eat my cum out of a bottom's hole, but I prefer to eat other tops' cum from it. I think it takes a special kind of top to appreciate and use a preloaded/cum-filled hole. I think most tops don't want to think about who may have used the hole before them and/or don't want their dick to come into contact with another guy's seed. But tops like me revel in the thought, the feel, the sound, the smell and the experience of a felching and fucking a cumhole.

Last Saturday I was out with my older man we went to a few bars he was looking good. Grey hair, pumped chest with thick grey hair poking out the top of his tight white shirt. We have been seeing each other for 2 weeks. around 12 we went back to his apartment it was my first time back to his place and it was gorgeous. He mad me a drink sat next to me placed his hand behind my head pulled me in and kissed me deep and passionate tongues flicking around each other’s mouths. Suddenly the intercom went off, I wasn’t surprised he told me he had a few friends coming over to join us for drinks. he buzzed them up and 2 mature men came in also gray haired one was chubby but strong looking the other slim tall and very clean cut. They were smiling. they sat together across while Terry my man got drinks they held hands and we exchanged pleasantries. Terry put on some music and we all started dancing and laughing. I went to the bathroom and when I came back they was all sat in nothing but jocks Terry smiled told me baby go put the outfit on thats on the bed. So I went into the bedroom and on the bed was a leather waist coat, crockless denim shorts. i did as I was told and walked back in to find Terry fucking the tall slim guy Paul while Paul sucked off the chubby guy don. They stopped sat back I couldn’t believe how big Don was 12 inches and really thick and giant balls. Terry changed the music and told me to come site with them. I did Paul slid in between my legs and sucked my cock hard fast slipped his finger in my arse I came straight away. don skilled good grabbed me hard by my hair and pushed me face down into his giant cock. I couldn’t take it all but he pushed and thrusted fucking my mouth harder faster till he got me all the way down that giant shaft. Terry smiled told you you would like my new bottom. he took Paul by the hand and they went into the bedroom together. Don grinned now your all mine. He yanked me to my feet pushed me over the end of the sofa and plunged his tongue deep into my hole. Omg he was amazing rubbing my balls eating my arse. Suddenly he jerked up leaned over me whispered in my ear. You want this big fat raw cock don’t you boy. i told him I never take. One so big and I didn’t think I could suddenly he grabbed my hips hard and thrusted forward hard. Omg my arse ripped open as he went balls deep into me. I yelped put tears rolling down my face. He grabbed my hair yanked my head back pumping harder faster deep into me he was biting my neck scratching my back pounding my now ruined hole for 45 minutes straight he got faster and faster muttering moaning I began pushing back. Suddenly he pulled almost all the way out and rammed it back in, suddenly he started calling his good little toxic cum whore, told me he was going to gift me a special baby pumping faster harder you want it, don’t you yes breed me I begged him please. Suddenly he let out a giant moan and he gushed a giant thick cream load deep inside me. he pulled out then all of a sudden Terry slammed his cock in me he felt so tiny in my now gaping hole dons hole. Terry came inside me this is goodbye baby he said, he got off then got dressed and left with the skinny guy, don came back grabbed me took me into the bedroom, your my slut now you hear me he said. I said yes he put my legs on either shoulder his scorpion tattoo fully on show as he bread me again.

Part 6 I checked my coat. It was Friday night, I had been wearing suits and ties all week, and I was planning on getting dirty so I had slipped on a white t-shirt, a white Barcode Berlin jockstrap and some loose grey sweatpants with an old pair of Airmax. Definitely not the way Parisians dress to go out on Fridays! I sat at the bar and got a beer. I very rarely drink alcohol but I was feeling weird asking the bartender for a Coke. The place was pretty empty still, except for maybe four or five guys just hanging out. -“Disappointed?” the bartender said. -“Nah, wasn’t feeling lucky today anyway.” -“Don’t worry, the place will be overflowing in about an hour. -“Cool, let’s hope I’m still awake by then.” -“Come on, I think a lot of guys would be very disappointed if you weren’t around later” he said giving a quick look at my butt. -“I won’t be too worried for you” he added with a smile and a wink. I finished my beer and decided to go explore. I took the stairs to the basement, and almost tumbled my way down missing some steps due to the thick darkness. I entered a room with a few armchairs, and kept going until I found a smoking room and finally what looked like the play room. The room was painted completely black, with a large mattress covered in red fake leather at the centre. Some benches were put on the right side, while four or five private booths with glory holes could be found on the left side. Another red mattress was in the back of the room, separated by a black wall right across the sling. I was alone in there and it felt cold. I was almost spooked when a guy popped out of nowhere. He just had a nap and I figured that I might as well do the same until I could pick up some action. Signs were posted everywhere that sleeping in there was not allowed though so I just made my way back to one of those armchairs and dozed off. It did not take long before I was woken up by some voices. I had probably slept for about thirty minutes, and when I opened my eyes, the basement had filled up with guys. All types, all ages, all shapes. Maybe this would turn out to be a good night after all. I just made my way to the bathroom to take a piss, and throw some water on my face, before heading to the play room. It was still dark as hell and my eyes weren’t getting used to anything. I felt some hands diving directly into my pants right to my ass. I heard a deep voice tell me in French -“Bien dormi, garçon? On t’as vu dormir là-bas, on t’attendais.” (“Slept well, boy? We saw you sleeping back there, we were just waiting for you to join”). The voice was coming from a dark corner and I couldn’t make up any face or even figure out how many guys they were. -“Nous” (“We?”) -“Viens!” (“Come over”). I felt dragged gently by the arm to the mattress, while being handed a drink. I emptied the glass and I felt my t-shirt being slipped over my head. My head started to feel a bit dizzy and my body warmer in a good way. I was still completely in possession of my senses and capable of consenting to everything being done to me. My sweatpants were pulled down and I felt a warm tongue licking my hole wet while another was being pushed into my mouth. A few hands were exploring my body. I was thriving on the attention. I was feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also powerful and invincible all at the same time. My vision was slightly affected but I could start making out some figures in the dark red light. The guy in front of me looked average height, and quite skinny. I could see he had long hair pulled into a bun. His deep voice sounded mature. I thought I could see two other men by my sides, in addition to the one rimming my hole. I think they were all shirtless, wearing shorts or sweatpants. I wasn’t so underdressed after all. I felt a hand pushing my head down to a dick which I immediately swallowed. It was average size but already quite wet, either from precum or from other guys’ ass juices maybe. I heard them talking about me in French, about what they were about to do to me. I speak fluent French but some accents are a bit difficult to understand for me and I could not fully grasp the conversation. On the other hand, I didn’t care that much at that point, I just wanted to be used. A circle of guys who wanted to sneak a peek formed around us. I was being touched by so many hands but my four partners seemed like the possessive type as they kept pushing away anyone who tried to sneak into our action. The guy behind me switched from rimming to rubbing his dick against my hole -“Bonne chienne! Tu vas sentir ma grosse bite au fond de trou de salope!” (“Good bitch! You’re gonna feel my big dick deep in your slut’s hole!”). I was just able to moan but the guy in front just slapped my face while holding me by the neck -“Dis à mon pote que tu veux sa bite bien profond salope!” (“Tell my friend you want his dick deep, whore!”) -“Je veux sa bite bien profond!” (“I want his dick deep inside!”). Another slap -“On dit ‘S’il-vous-plaît monsieur’, chienne!” (“We say ‘Please, Sir’, bitch!”) - “”S’il-vous-plaît, monsieur!” (“Please, Sir!”) I couldn’t even finish my sentence that I felt the guy’s cock being rammed into my hole. Despite years of practice and use, I’m quite tight. I almost screamed but the leader kept my head firmly in place with his dick in my mouth. The guy on my left put a bottle of poppers under my nose and ordered me to sniff deeply, before pinching both my nostrils for a few seconds. I just felt that huge rush going through my body. I closed my eyes and arched my body, losing conscience of everyone else but the four guys currently taking care of me. I was still very aware that I was being fucked on all four in my jocks with my pants at my ankles, all exposed in the middle of a darkroom, and it was the best feeling ever! -“Bonne chienne qui aime la bite, ça!” (“That’s a good slut, enjoying dick!”). -“C’est pour ça que tu viens, salope? Prendre des bites dans le noir?” (“That’s why you’re here, bitch? To take dicks in the dark!”) I could smell the strong scent of the guys mixing, I could feel the sweat dripping on my back from the guy fucking me. The guy on my right stopped his buddy from thrusting, shot his load onto his dick, before telling him to go again. It wasn’t long before he shot his load deep inside, using his friend’s cum as lube. That’s when I heard one of them say -“Voilà, de la plombe pour la chienne!” (“There, some loaded juice for the bitch!”) while thrusting in and out slowly.

Was at Blatino Oasis in Palm Springs a couple of weekends ago. One of their events was held at Trunk’s Bar. Place was packed and I had a fun time chatting with a guy newly moved from LA. He offered to buy me drink number three and I don’t know what the hell happened but boy did that drink hit me! Both of us got vodka cranberries and when I saw him the next day he said that it was mainly vodka that the bartender poured in. After the bar closed I intended on going to the after hours party at CCBC. I was so fucked up but somehow I managed to get there. I stripped to my jockstrap and walked down to the dark rooms. I got in position on one of the fuck benches and literally passed out. Sometime afterwards, I woke up to find a dick being shoved up my ass. I maintained my position and couldn’t even raise my head to see who was fucking me. I have no idea what they look like or even the size of the cock. I passed in and out of stupor. This happened several times over the next couple of hours where I’d come to and find a dick was pounding my hole. Finally I was able to rouse myself to get back to the hotel. I walked out of the dark room only to discover the sun is shining and it’s 6:30 in the morning. My ass is squishy and come is dripping down my leg. I’ve thought about that night several times and I find I am completely turned on to think that I was used as a cumdump whore and my hole was there for any top to use while I was passed out.

Fucking a cum loaded ass really is about all the senses--the feel of the slickness, the sound of the 'squish,' the taste of the extra cum, the smell of the men who left a load and the sight of the churning seed.

Chapter 18 We arrived at Sarge's house right on time. It was a little ways out of town. An old farm house that didn't have neighbors real close by. After ringing the bell, the door was opened by a young Mexican man. He was cute, maybe 5'6", slim, and somewhere in his mid 30's. He was dressed in a pair of small, tight leather shorts and a leather bowtie. Nothing else. His body bore the evidence of deep, healed scars, and he had piercings through his nipples and septum. "Master wishes you to strip here." He instructed us, as he took our bags containing our football gear. "Fold your clothes, then come into the living room." He continued, turning and walking away. His back bore more evidence of scarring. Colt and I looked at each other a bit nervously, but did as we were told. Once our clothes were folded neatly and set on the bench, we went into the living room. As we entered the room, there was Sarge, sitting in a huge, throne like leather chair, puffing a cigar with the Mexican man on his knees next to him. He was dressed in full leather, chaps, boots, jock, and harness which outlined his jacked up muscles perfectly. He topped it off with a black Leather Stetson. His chest and belly were covered with a thick pelt of silver hair that matched his head. I never would have imagined our strict, professional principal to be a hot, leather Master, but I supposed it made sense. "Sit boys." He ordered us as he puffed on the stogie. Colt and I sat down together on the leather sofa and awaited further instructions. Sarge snapped his fingers and the Mexican got up and walked over to the bar and poured a few shots of tequila. He walked over to us with the shots on a tray and kneeled on the floor, his head bowed. On the tray was 10 shots of tequila, two blue pills, and two red ones. "Take a shot boys." Sarge commanded us. We obeyed, slamming one down and returned the glasses to the tray. Not being a fan of tequila, I gagged a little, but took it like a man. Quickly the warmth filled my belly, helping to calm my nerves a bit. "Now take the red pill," he demanded, "and another shot." Colt and I followed orders like good boys. It was obvious Sarge was going to get us fucked up. He just smiled and watched us, puffing away, blowing the smoke in our direction. He then ordered us to take a third shot, then the blue pill, then the last two shots. By the time we downed the last one, I was already feeling the effects. The Mexican stood up and returned the tray to the bar and brought back a big glass bubble pipe and a fat baggie of T. I could see Colts eyes light up. Mine probably did too. Sarge smiled as he packed a fat bowl which the Mexican brought over to Colt. "Go ahead boy's. Indulge. I've already had plenty for the moment." Colt lit the torch and soon the bubbler was full of thick white smoke which he inhaled before passing the bubbler to me. I followed suit as the Mexican produced, from where I'm not sure, a metal cock ring that he proceeded to work over Colt's cock and balls. After I handed the bubbler back to Colt, the Mexican proceeded to put one on me. We continued to share the bubbler as Sarge began to speak. "I admit I was surprised when I came across your videos." He began. "I never would have figured you two to be faggots. But it's perfect for what I want from you. As if you couldn't tell, Angel here is my slave. I've owned him for 18 years, and he's a loyal and valuable piece of property. I've kept him because he was my first slave, and I grew attached to him. But even beloved slaves lose their appeal when they become too used. Please demonstrate." He directed Angel. The slave stood up and retrieved an obscenely large, fat dildo. He greased it up and proceeded to sit on it, sliding down the full length with barely a grimace until he was sitting on the base. "As you can see, after years of use, Angel is pretty useless in the hole department. I keep him to help with other aspects of my life. Now, to appease my desires, I have a friend at border controll who very easily procures me a nice, new, young toy whenever I need one. I keep them for a while, usually up to a year, until they're worn out, or I'm bored of them. Then I return it to my friend, and he gets rid of it. After all, whose going to notice an undocumented piece of trash go missing? I return with my new toy and start over." Then Sarge made a fist and held it upright on the arm of his chair. Without a word, Angel climbed off the dildo and stepped up on Sarge's chair. He spread his cheeks apart, placed his hole over the clenched fist, and slid all the way down Sarge's arm. "See?" He continued, "I can barely cause him any pain. No fun for me." "How are you boys feeling? Good I bet." He asked us. Colt and I just kinda giggled. "Give them some more." He told Angel. The slave climbed off Sarge's arm and loaded up another fat bowl before returning to Sarge's arm and licking it clean from his ass juices. Colt and I returned to smoking as Sarge continued. "As you can guess, I do have a current toy. I don't call them slaves like I do Angel. These other ones are literally just toys for my amusement. The current one is a cute 20yo. It snuck across with it's wife and two small children, but my friend decided it would make a better toy for me. I've owned it for two months now, but you won't see it today. It's currently bound up tight and is in the box for 24 hours. It used it's teeth on my cock. If it does it again, it will lose them. Colt and I just looked at each other, neither of us having suspected how sadistic Sarge really was. "But that's not the reason I brought you boys here today." He said smirking. "I recently "acquired" a new slave. This one is different from the rest, and that's where you boys come in. The red pill was extasy, the blue was Viagra. With the booze and the T, you boys should be ready to go for hours." I glanced at Colt and saw his cock was hard as a rock. Mine was too, and I hadn't even noticed. "Now, I want you boys to stand up and start kissing." Colt and I rose and turned to each other, our mouths instantly melting into each other. We both moaned as electricity flowed through us and we tingled all over. Our hands instinctively went to each other's nipples as we pinched and felt each other up. Sarge just watched and smiled. Angel took our uniforms and began to dress us as our tongues continued exploring each others mouths. He lifted our legs individually as he slid on our jockstraps and pants. The feel of another man touching our bodies as we kissed made us both shiver. Eventually, he had every piece of our uniforms on us and Sarge stood up, placing our helmets on our heads. "Follow me boys." He instructed us as he headed up the stairs. We obeyed and went all the way into the attic. As we got to the top, we could see an attic play space stocked with everything imaginable. And there in the middle, suspended horizontally, was our trigonometry teacher, Mr. Reed! My jaw could have dropped to the floor as I looked into the big brown eyes of our teacher. His eyes reflected fear and shame as he instantly recognized Colt and myself. Mr. Reed was probably the youngest teacher on staff, just out of grad school. This was his first teaching job. He stood about 5'11" and probably weighed 150#. A tall, thin, frail looking guy. But he was really cute too. He was one of those hipster types, you know, with the tall, brown hair and the trendy long beard. He always wore dress shirts with a vest. Sometimes he rolled up his sleeves revealing his skinny, hairy arms and delicate wrists. He wasn't feminine, but not the type of guy who could handle himself in a fight either. I could see the sweat pour off of him at his predicament. He was suspended from the rafters, face down, with his arms pulled painfully upward behind his back. A thick posture collar forced his head to be held up and eyes looking forward. A spider gag kept his mouth wide open and drool ran from it, pooling on the floor. Heavy weights hung from his balls and nipples, pulling them downward and causing him pain when they swung. I was transfixed. "Yes boys," Sarge spoke, "Toby here is my new slave. I met this degenerate online, and it was pretty easy to get the whore over here. He was quite shocked when he learned who he was really hooking up with. But by then, it was too late. I already knew about too many of his, "proclivities." Like his proclivity for little boys." Sarge sneered as he gave a kick to the weight on Toby's balls, causing him to groan in pain. "Yup, our little Toby here is a pedophile, and I gained all the evidence I need from his phone to send him away for a long, long time. So now I OWN him. Don't I Toby?" "Yes Sir." Toby tried to agree through the gag and pain as best he could. "So I decided, once I saw you boys online, that I needed to include you in this endeavor. Toby needs done to him what he wanted to do to little boys. That's why I was happy to see you boys could be powerful bulls. The uniforms are just for me. I like them." He laughed. "What say we start with some throat fucking? You first Collins!" I happily stepped up as Sarge sat in another big leather chair to watch. Angel placed some more weights on the chains, and the fun began. Sarge sparked up another stogie as I unlaced the front of my pants, pulled down my jock, and let my big dick loose. Angel started filming as I approached my defenseless teacher. I held the back of his head and rammed my full length right down his throat. I didn't go easy. I knew Sarge wouldn't want that. Toby gagged and wretched, jerking in his bonds as I raped his throat. He screamed around my cock as the weights swung around, filling his body with pain. I pulled out and Toby gasped for breath as spit and mucus flowed out of his mouth and nose. I grabbed his ears and started pounding his face as Sarge handed Colt a riding crop. Colt began beating Toby's ass with the crop, quickly leaving large, angry looking welts all over his hairy cheeks. After about 15 minutes Sarge had us switch and Colt buried his cock down Toby's throat, holding it there, cutting off his air. I took the crop and started beating Toby's cock and balls. Toby panicked and thrashed as he ran out of air until Colt finally removed his cock before he passed out. Toby gasped for air between screams of pain while Sarge smiled and sniffed poppers. Colt grabbed Toby's gorgeous thick brown hair and held it tight as he returned to assaulting his throat. We kept this up for an hour, alternating between the two of us raping his throat and beating his body. Finally I was ready to cum and buried Toby's face in my crotch as I pumped my load straight down his gullet. Colt followed suit quickly and we sat back for a well earned break. Sarge released his tits and genitals as Toby whined in pain as the blood returned to those parts. Sarge lowered him to the floor and released his bonds. Toby could only lie there, unable to move his battered body. Sarge picked up some clippers and grabbed Toby by the hair, dragging him across the floor. "Please Sir, no." Toby tried to croak out from his battered throat. Pure rage flashed across Sarge's face as he backhanded Toby, sending him flying backward. Sarge stomped over to him and gave him a hard kick to his flat, hairy belly. Toby cried out in pain as Sarge continued to kick him with his steel toed boots. "DON'T. YOU. EVER. SAY. NO. TO. ME!" Shouted Sarge as he kicked him over and over. Toby whimpered and wretched as he was kicked, spitting up the loads Colt and I had just pumped into him. "Clean that mess up and get over here!" Sarge commanded him as he returned to his chair. Toby was shaking as he licked up the vomit and cum he and thrown up, then crawled over to Sarge, resting his head at Sarge's feet submissively. With out a word, Sarge grabbed Toby's head and turned the clippers on. He started shaving Toby's head as Toby started weeping. His beautiful hair that he was so proud of was quickly disappearing. He knew he could hide welts and bruises, but the whole world would see this new shame. Sarge just smiled an evil smile as he continued with his task and tears streamed down Toby's face. Soon Toby's head was nothing but stubble. Sarge sat down to smoke another cigar as he handed the clippers to Angel. Toby sat in silence as Sarge's number one slave started removing his precious beard. Sarge invited Colt and me to pull up chairs next to his and handed us cigars. He taught us how to smoke them and the three of us watched as Angel completely shaved a broken Toby. Then Angel took Toby over to the corner shower stall where he proceeded to cover him with a cream, all over his body, head, and face. After about 15 minutes, Angel washed Toby off and not a single hair remained anywhere on his body. Not even his eyebrows. He looked like a completely different human being. Not even human really. I wondered how he would explain this when he returned to school. But that wasn't my problem. Angel strapped him down to a fuckbench as Sarge revealed three prepared points. We slammed and walked over to the bound teacher. Sarge said lube was forbidden as the three of us spit on my cock. I slammed it in which brought a hoarse howl from the dehumanized creature beneath us. Sarge pulled off my jersey, leaving my shoulder pads, and stood behind me, rubbing his hairy pelt and harness against my back. The X and T were coursing strong through my body as his hands explored my flesh and I melted into him as my cock plundered my teacher. Poppers were held under my nose as my mind went back to my teacher as he had been in my classroom. A smart, handsome, well dressed young man who was now a thing, an object, a hole. Completely transformed. Colt placed prongs in the creatures nostrils, and I pulled it's head back, forcing it to grunt like a pig as I deep dicked it. Sarge turned my head and started kissing me. I returned his kiss as Colt started sucking on my nipples. I was so lost in the eroticism of the sensations that I couldn't hold back and started pumping my load into the creature beneath me. I pulled out and Colt dove on my slimy cock, quickly cleaning all the juices off of it. He took my place in the creatures fuckhole, slamming his larger cock in to the hilt. The creature moaned in further pain as it's hole was used without it's consent. It didn't matter anymore. It's old life was over. This was it's new one. Colt asked Angel to put a belt around the creatures neck and he pulled it tight while he fucked it. It wasn't long before it was struggling in it's bonds, it's eyes bugging out, it's face turning deep red. Colt loosened the belt, and the creature gasped and sputtered for air. When Colt felt it had had enough, he pulled the belt tight again. "Oh yeah, Mr. Reed." Growled Colt. "You feel that, teach? Do you? You feel that big cock raping your hole? You like that teach? Is that what you want to do to little boys, you fucked up piece of shit?" Colt pulled extra hard on the belt. The creature started turning red again. "We control your life now, you disgusting pedophile. We decide if you live or die!" He continued as the creature started convulsing. "Oh yeah, dance on my dick you fuckwad. Take my cock as I control your worthless life." The creatures tongue protruded out of it's mouth. "Fuck yea, squeeze my cock as you fight for your life, you PIECE OF SHIT!!" Colt cried out as he buried himself in the creature, blasting his load next to mine. He released the belt and the creature gasped and panted desperately for air. Colt pulled out and removed the belt from it's neck and proceeded to land several hard blows across it's back, making sure the belt buckle struck it every time, illiciting fresh croaky screams from the creature. Angel attached a funnel gag to the creatures head as I cleaned Colts cock, and Colt and I pissed into it, forcing the creature to drink our chem piss while Sarge took his turn in it's hole. We used and abused the creature all the way through Sunday evening. Sarge gave us a couple of downers so that we could get some sleep before we hit the road Monday morning. We slept cuddled together with Sarge between us. As much as I loved Colts smooth, hard chest, Sarge's hairy one was a joy as well. I hoped Colts would be hairy like his dad's one day. We left for Florida the next morning with explicit instructions that we had to be back at Sarge's next Sunday. We promised as we took off down the road.

Part 5 I froze for just a few seconds. It was finally out. He had said it clearly. I was confused. I had been extremely attracted to this guy for years, he had gotten me super horny, and awakened something in me. I just answered -“Yes, Sir! I want your poz dick inside me!” There we were. -“Good boy” he just said. -“I’ll leave you with this”, he added, sending me a link to a video on a site I didn’t know yet: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/27218/pozitive/ I clicked on the link and there it was. The fantasy I had never known I had being played right before my eyes. A beefy and hairy top, verbal domination with a deep voice. And the strong will to share his DNA with that lucky bottom. I watched it maybe fifty times, constantly sniffing poppers, and jerking frantically until my dick hurt. That video was an illumination for me. It turned me on so much but I was still scared of following that new instinct. In the following weeks, I not only kept coming back to the video, but I also started looking for more videos like this one. “Poz”, “pozzing”, “toxic”, “verbal”, etc. All the key words I could think about. I would spend hours searching and created quite an impressive collection. I had no idea the Internet was so full of those. I even skipped hitting the bathhouse a few times because I preferred looking for poz videos instead. I kept hooking up a lot, but I knew there was something missing. I started avoiding guys who displayed “Neg+PrEp”. I would even completely avoid the conversation on status, afraid they would tell me they were on PrEp. I was fine just not knowing at this point. I also kept hitting all the sleaziest places I could find. My guy from the West Coast was also encouraging me by sharing all the pozzing videos he could and telling that it would be “how he would take care of me”. Fast forward a few years. While on another trip in Paris, I found a bar called “Le Next” in the 1st arrondissement, a place with a pretty big darkroom in the basement. I had been on a European tour for two weeks, jumping from planes to meetings with no time to breathe at all. I had displayed my very serious and professional self for the entire time. I don’t think that by just looking at me, talking to me or even knowing me in every day life anyone could really understand how much of a twisted pig I could become. Paris was the last leg of my trip and I had finally wrapped up my last meeting. It was Friday and I was only flying out on Sunday. I ditched my colleagues before dinner with a clear purpose in mind. I wanted to get bred that night. I arrived at the bar around 11pm. Looking at me in a somewhat puzzled way, the receptionist proceeded to inform me it was an LGBT space and that I was to expect some sexual action. Did I look that innocent? I told him was ready for that - oh boy, was I.

Recent Friday afternoon my Cum Hole and I check into a hotel room. I defrost one of the pill bottles full of my frozen loads—15 total. After 10 minutes in hot water they’re melted and warm, ready for loading. I brought a plastic syringe my veterinarian gave me to administer meds orally to my pet, but instead I’ll be administering loads to my Cum Hole. He’s earned every one of them. I eat and worship his hole that I’ve missed for almost a month, and I tell him I need to lube his hole before I slide in. I fill the syringe and inject him with load one of the day. He says it’s warm, but not deep enough. So I slide my cock in slowly, and he tells me to put more lube, I put another syringe then proceed to begin stretching him. He’s squeezing and loosening his hole in all the places and just the way I like, but I tell him to pace himself because there’s still tops coming to load him. First top: hung 8.5” white stud. I suck him off when he walks into the room while my Cum Hole patiently waits ass up on the edge of the bed. When he’s good and hard I guide his cock to my Cum Hole who takes a big hit of the fresh poppers I brought him. Top finds his rhythm quick, and my Cum Hole is moaning hard. I check his blindfold is still on tight, and then start kissing the loader. Within a few minutes he’s shooting deep in Cum Hole, and then we both clean off the cock. Says he hadn’t cum in four days. I inject five more loads into my Cum Hole, and keep him stretched with my cock while we wait for the next top. Second top: muscular 7.5” latino hottie. He wants us both to share my Cum Hole, so I blindfold him and tell him to get his ass up on the edge of the bed while he sucks me off. Top walks in, starts eating his hole, and I ask him if it’s cummy enough. He smiles and says it’s perfect, and I lean to my Cum Hole to tell him in his ear, “You hear that? He said ‘perfect.’” My Cum Hole must be really exercising his hole muscles bc this top is getting into it, adjusting his leg, and shooting within a couple minutes. I tell Cum Hole to go clean off his cock, he obliges, and I stroke while watching my blindfolded Cum Hole deep throat the spent cock that just unloaded in him. I inject four more loads, dip my dick, and then feed him my loads mixed with the first two loads. I ask him if they taste different on the different cocks. Says he can taste me on them, and his smile is filling the room. Third top: tall thick 6.5” white dude, wants dark room ass up anon, which my Cum Hole loves. He’s quick to eat the hole. Fuck it. Eat it some more, and in under 5 minutes he’s loading my Cum Hole and is out the door. Again, I dip my dick to get a proper coating of fresh cum, and then bring it to Cum Hole’s mouth. I re enter his hole, he doesn’t stop thanking me while lifting his blindfold, and we’re so close to cumming. “But there’s still one more top coming, and this one came in you few weeks ago. He likes to eat loads.” This gets Cum Hole harder and he asks me to stop stroking his cock so he doesn’t cum yet. I ask Cum Hole how many more injections I should put in.” Three, please.” I oblige, and what’s left of the bottle I drizzle on my Cum Hole’s ass, chest, face, and hair. Fourth top: young skinny latino dude, 6.5”. Again dark room but I can still watch how my Cum Hole serves his hole out. I can hear slurping, the top moans, says he can taste the loads, and my Cum Hole is moaning “all those fresh loads, eat them. Fuck yes, suck them out!” and the top can barely contain himself. He mounts, thrusts not even 30 seconds and he’s unloading deep in the Cum Hole, both of them moaning hard. The top leaves, and my Cum Hole turns. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it but I came.” I look at him, ask him if any of the loads remain, but he isn’t sure. I grab a second pill bottle full of freshly melted loads and inject two more. “Keep us in you for as long as possible.” My Cum Hole agrees, tells me his hole is sore, and that he can’t believe he just took almost 20 loads. I tell him he’ll get more next week. Hours later he texts to tell me he’s drunk on cum, and thanks me again. I go to sleep that night wondering if the loads leaked out of my Cum Hole or if he slept with all of us in him, imagining that we’ve given him our dreams.

It does push the cum deep....and on the backstroke it pulls a lot of it back out--to fuck deeper into you again.

Last night. Met this hottie at an orgy and we really hit it off. He works out 6x/week & it shows. Hopefully the first of many fucks

Part two We woke up the next morning snuggled in my bed. I still couldn't believe my luck that this kid, this golden god, had come to me so willingly. Had given himself completely over to me on our first time. I spooned him and wrapped my thick, hairy arms tightly around him. I placed my even harrier leg across baby smooth one, relishing the feel of his young skin. I squeezed him tightly into my hard, fuzzy chest and he stirred slightly. I didn't want him to wake yet. I wanted this fantasy boy to just remain as he was while I enjoyed holding his perfect body. It didn't matter that he was a little taller than me, I was still his superior, sexually. I held him like that for a while, my hard cock nestled between his firm, round globes before he finally stirred. "Mmmmmm. Good morning Mr. Blum." He purred as he ground his ass against my crotch. "Now what did I tell you last night, boy?" I asked as I pinched his pert little nipples. "Call me Abe." "Yes Sir." He moaned as I taught him just what a man's nipples were for. "Sorry, I mean Abe." "That's a good boy." I praised him as my tongue made love to his ear. He let out long sighs and moans as I awakened him to yet another erotic sensation he hadn't been aware of til now. "You can call me Sir, if you're more comfortable with that." I suggested. "Yes Sir." He whispered as my hand moved down to his rock hard cock. I lightly stroked his slim, curved penis as his ass ground against my own hard dick and he moaned more. This kid was a sexual gold mine. "Can I call you daddy?" He asked. This took me slightly aback for just a second. I had never been daddy to my slaves or house boys before. Only Master, Sir, or Mr. Blum. But my twitching dick told me how much I liked it. "Do you want me to be your daddy?" I asked him. "Yes Sir, I do." He breathlessly responded. "Please. I want to be your boy so badly." "My boy, or my son?" I whispered into his ear. "Your son, daddy." He responded as his ass ground against me harder. "I want to belong to you. I've never had a daddy, Sir. Only the Major. I want a daddy who will love me and cherish me." My heart almost broke at that moment for the poor boy. Of course it makes sense that he has a daddy complex. His own father was so distant and cold. The boy craved love and affection. "I'll be your daddy if you want me to be." I told him as I moved my hand to his ass, placing a finger against his tight, pink hole. "Will you be my nasty little whore son?" I asked. "Yes daddy." He moaned as he backed onto my finger, taking it inside him. "I'll be your nasty whore son. I'll be whatever you want me to be. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I want to make you happy. I want you to love me ." At that I rolled him over and started kissing him. Even in the morning his mouth tasted so fresh and young. He pulled his smooth body into my hairy one as he practically devoured my tongue. This kid was beyond perfect. We made out for a while before I finally pulled away and opened the night stand. I pulled out a wooden box that held a mirror and a glass vial. I opened the vial and dumped a big pile of white powder onto the mirror. I took a razor blade and divided it into four lines. It was already finely chopped, so I didn't have to do that. I handed him a little straw and the mirror. "Is this coke?" He asked, his eyes sparkling. I nodded in the affirmative. "Awesome!" He smiled, his perfect white teeth glowing. "I want to do everything. I want to try everything!" He said as he stuck the straw in his nose. "Oh you will son." I promised him as he snorted two of the fat lines. "You will." His eyes were wide as he handed the mirror back to me. "Holy shit! This stuff rocks! My nose and throat are numb." "This is primo shit kid. I only get the best." I smiled as I snorted my two lines. I put the stuff away and grabbed a brown bottle as I turned back to Chad. "Here hit this a few times. I'm about to break in your throat." I meant it too. Now that I was coked up, his first throat fuck wasn't going to be easy. But I suspected he'd like that. Chad hit the bottle a few times, but I made him hit it even more until his eyes were glassy and slightly crossed. I threw him down on the bed with his head hanging over. "Now, just open your mouth son, daddy's about to bust your second hole open!" Chad did as he was told and I slid my fat cock into his mouth. As soon as it hit the back of his throat he started gagging. I slid it out so he could catch his breath, then slid it back in, going further this time. He started wretching and I pulled back out, dragging a long trail of throat slime. It had been a long time since I've broken in a virgin throat, but the best way to do it is just do it. He was young, it wouldn't kill him, but he'll definitely be sore for a while. I put my dick back in and pushed it slightly further in, stretching him open more. He gagged more but I held it there. He tried to push me off with his hands, but I grabbed them and held them down tight. "Don't struggle faggot!" I told him. "It's gonna happen whether you like it or not. Just relax and accept it." I pulled out a little bit and started fucking his throat. He still struggled and fought a bit, but I was relentless. I pushed against his esophagus a little harder and harder each time, slowly gaining headway. It wasn't long before I had half my cock in his throat and his gagging had subsided a bit. He was learning quickly how to catch breaths when I pulled out. The kid was a natural. I pulled out completely and left him there, panting for breath. His face was covered with spit and slime, which only made the little slut look hotter. I walked to the night stand and grabbed the vial. Licking my finger, I gave it a nice thick coating. I jammed my finger to the back of his throat and rubbed the coke all over, getting as far into his esophagus as I could. Chad gagged more, but took it like a champ. As I let the coke take effect I grabbed a sock and pored some poppers on it, tying it over his nose. "Are you ready son?" I asked him. "Daddy's not going to stop until it's all in." He just looked at me as I wiped his sweaty and mucus covered blond locks off his forehead. He nodded as his eyes glazed over again. I took my place and slid my cock back into his open mouth. This time, I didn't stop. Once I was halfway in I continued until my balls were touching his lips. I had done it. Buried bone deep on the first try. Chad struggled and fought as I continued to hold his hands down, but to his credit, he never tried to bite me. I certainly felt his teeth, but he never clamped his jaw down. This slut wanted to be broken, and badly. And I was happy to oblige. I withdrew halfway before plunging back in deep. I did this a few times before pulling out. I didn't want the slut to suffocate. He threw up spit and slime all over his face as he frantically panted for air, (which is why morning is the best time for breaking in a cocksucker, less throw up) but never asked me to stop. Not like I would have anyway. I plunged myself in balls deep again and really started fucking the kids throat. I pressed my hands onto his broad shoulders and he responded by grabbing my arms and holding tight. Damn this kid was good. "Take my cock you dirty cocksucking faggot!" I roared as I pounded his young throat. "Take daddy's cock into your fuckhole like the bitch you were born to be!" I removed myself from his cumchute just long enough for him to spit up and get air. Then I plunged in again. "Fuck yea you cunt." I yelled. "I'm gonna make you the best cocksucker in the whole state. You'll be known for miles around before I'm through with you!" I continued to degrade him as I fucked his throat until I couldn't hold off any longer. I buried myself balls deep as I unloaded a huge load straight into his stomach. "Fuck yea whore! Take that cum! Fucking accept your new position in life as a cum receptacle!" I shouted as my cock throbbed and flexed in his tight 18 year old throat. After I finished shooting, I pulled out and watched as Chad gurgled up my cum and mucus. I just scraped it off his face and put it back in his mouth. "Don't ever waste a man's cum, bitch. If your lucky enough for him to use you, then you accept whatever he gives you. Understood son?" "Yes Sir." He said. Or at least tried to say, as his voice was temporarily as wrecked as his throat. "Good boy, now follow me." I said, heading into the bathroom. I made him lay down in the tub. "Open your mouth son." I told him. He obeyed and I stood over him and started pissing. I didn't expect him to drink it the first time, cause I didn't want him puking up the cum I worked so hard to inject into his stomach. He would be my urinal soon enough. I covered his god like golden body with my own golden fluids. He just rubbed my piss all over himself without me telling him. Such a good pig. He moaned as my hot piss covered his face and filled his mouth. He even tried swallowing a bit. Then I told him to piss himself and he just let go with a huge yellow flow that sprayed up to his face. His blue eyes sparkled and he grinned like the Cheshire cat as he bathed himself in his own urine. After a hot shower together, we relaxed on the bed as we shared the bong together. "I'm so proud of you son." I whispered, brushing his blond hair with my fingers. "Thank you daddy. I always want to make you happy." He smiled. "You will, son. You will. I have so many plans for you." I moved down to his hard teenage cock and engulfed it in one swallow. He moaned as I expertly deep throated him and rubbed my head as he gently thrust upwards with his hips as my throat expertly massaged him. It only took about a minute before he stared twitching and his cock grew and throbbed. I pulled back just as he started shooting, filling my mouth with his giant load. I savoured his delicious spunk for a moment before I moved to his pretty pink lips. He opened to accept my kiss and we swapped his cum between us until it was gone.

It's true! My big flared mushroom head loves to pull another man's semen out of whatever hole I'm fucking. My dick makes felching that much easier.

Agreed!!! 👅

A good faggot does it however it is told to do when it sucks that cock. But as a default always remember you are a cockSUCKER so use your mouth and throat as much as possible to SUCK THAT COCK.

So did I .... I kept a Breedboy for about 3 years, and it always turned my Cock to granite when he would get online and hunt loads. The difference is, I loved it, he knew I loved it, and there was no subterfuge. I know some guys like the subterfuge thing - not for me to judge at all. The whole notion of him going out to take a couple of loads, bringing home a Hole full of Sperm was sooooo exciting - I absolutely loved it. When all is said and done ..... It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

I waited 10 yrs for his breeding load! Long ago When I was partnered we arranged a 3 some with a proper sleazy lad. He was real dirty chav lad from a council estate. He fucked me safe with a rubber while my boyfriend fucked him. Only when my bf, at the time, left the room was he able to secretly finger fuck his spunk into me and briefly slide his dick in too. That was 10 years ago. Today My Grindr pinged to a ‘your cunt free?’ Message. I immediately offered to take his load. He wanted an anon hooded discrete meet. I sent pics of my hole for use and he sent a few dick pics. Straight away I recognised his tattoos. It was the same guy from 10 years ago. Now was my chance to take his load properly and anon n raw! He explained he was partnered and needed a discreet cunt to breed. Fuck! Even better! I’d be getting him to cheat breed me! He seemed to have no idea he’d fucked me but I did and wanted his load again. When he turned up an hour later he made no mention of a previous meet. Or maybe he knew and wanted to finish what he started all those years ago. I was hooded on all fours in a jock and harness and with butt plug fully inserted as requested and wearing my FUCK ME BREED ME socks. He grabbed the pen and tagged my back. I was so gagging for it. Then he yanked out the plug, rubbed the head of his dick over my hole then pushed his way in. I was about to enjoy myself when he pulled out and ordered me to my knees. He Wanted me to suck his dick and he wanted to film me sucking him. I made sure I sucked him good. I let his cheating dick penetrate my throat thinking about what a dirty little fukka this guy was. I was ordered back on the bed as he wanted my cunt. Now I could finally take his raw dick and I loved it. He teased my hole once again then pushed gently in, all the way. He used my hole good and gave me a good hard fucking. Everything about this guy said dirty fukka. The way he spoke, the thrusts and the groans inside me. It was every bit as good as I expected. Not once did he touch or show any interest in my cock. He was a proper popper freak too, taking regular deep hits while he used my cunt. He was here to use my holes and he made good use of both. With his dick balls deep he told me I had a fucking lovely ass and he’d be up for using it again. I reminded him he hadn’t finished yet but I was getting off that even for this dirty lad my cunt was an attraction worth feeding! My cunt was getting used instead of his bfs. I fucking love taking a cheating load, they are the hottest kind. I heard him say he was close. That was all I needed to hear to start begging for it. I pretty much knew what I was about to take from him. Neither of us discussed status and that in itself is hot as fuck. Either way I was getting loaded. I wanted and needed it real bad. My begging was rewarded as my cunt took his cum explosion inside me. He certainly needed to unload, he pumped my cunt full of his hot dirty cum. I willingly took every drop of his seed. He had been on my ‘list’ all that time and now i was finally able to take a proper anon breed from him rather than the previous finger fuck loading. When he finally slowly pulled his cummy dick out my cunt was full and oozing. He Stood back and admired his own work as he watched his spunk drip from my freshly loaded hole. He slammed the butt plug in and thumped it hard. I was then ordered to clean his cummycock with my mouth. I dropped to my knees and eagerly obliged. He tasted great and he forced his dick in my ass, my mouth and my throat. He dressed and left without a word. I was buzzing. My phone then ‘Grindr pinged’. He messaged to ask if I I liked the tags he left. He had written, PIG SLUT - FILL WITH NEG, POZ, THE LOT! Wow! I was impressed. I told him that was a turn on. He agreed then told me that he was impressed how I took his poz seed with no questions. I fucking knew it! I told him I strictly take every load offered and he replied, I know, you really are a slut. I was buzzing from knowing he’d given me poz seed and never mentioned it, just how it should be! He then asked if I was serious enough to take it again. Of course, I replied. Now he wants to breed me whenever his bf ain’t around! Fuck yeah! Same time next week!

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.

Hey, I've always wanted to be fucked by a guy with a biohazard or scorpion tattoo. Anyone up for this?

dude this is so weird cause i was never into butt sex, i always thought it was just for fags.. but ever since my best bro helped me try meth, i noticed my butthole just keeps feeling suddenly wet and kinda looser.. I've known for a minute that this shit might be taking me over and messing up my mind, but as I started reading these messages I've been sending all my buddies, I started to really understand what happened.. dude when I smoke meth, it;'s so fuckin awesome, my butthole even tingles some and i kinda am getting obsessed with it, wanting to tell everybody about how it seems like my butthole is just getting looser and wet, even like, family, I feel like they need to know.. i know it's crazy, but bro meth is so awesome, do you wanna try it? will you show me your butthole if I get you high too, dude, I just fuckin love holes now, not like I'm gay but.. because i can't stop telling people and touching it, like rubbing my butthole's puffy lips and feeling it open up and, i think i need to put stuff inside it, i've never felt this, it's kinda insane - yesterday this football player lookin dude walked by me in the park while i hand my hand in my sweat shorts just touching my butthole. and when he looked at me for some reason i just put my legs up and asked him if he wanted to touch my pig hole too.. fucking crazy dude, but i guess i'm totally an actual fag now cause he just slid his big hard cock right in me and I just moaned, and when he said he was gonna nut in my fuckin butthole I didn't even try to stop him.. so have y'all ever like, heard of this bros? cause now you know i'm a faggot piggy boy, i mean, whoa, i don't know what, oinkkkk, dude, please put your cocks in me too, cum in me, i fucking need it oink.. i was a little worried that maybe id gone too far and this was all just the meth, but dude i fuckin love the meth, i don't think ill stop no matter what it makes me do.. i even started just shoving fat shards up my hole now and the more i'm oinking at dudes the more i just wanted to get higher, and dude, I never realized it but nothing tastes better than slurping on their sweaty buttholes and rubbing them all over my face, I just kinda feel like I have to, i can't believe I just literally suck on their holes for hours and I fuckin just love it so now my piggy faggot butthole is just like dripping constantly and i couldn't stop it, it tastes so good bruh, oink, it gets so slimy, so i tasted it and bro it's so fuckin good i just keep scooping out more, you can try it too, check this out, OINK BRO, fuck yeah, I basically just rub my hole all day and suck the slime off my fingers when i realized i was just letting these random dudes come in my apartment and slide their fucking dicks in me dude constantly, like big fucking cocks and i was so high i just laid there gooned out and thanking them for stretching out my ever looser pig hole, I suddenly realized my whole life was meant for me to turn into this cock-worshipping pig faggot cumdump, and I couldn't stop myself from messaging everyone I knew, even my old frat mates from college, straight and married didn't even matter i didn't realize they'd all been filming me too, breeding my pig faggot hole while oinked mindlessly and begged them to make my hole theirs, until my dad FaceTimed me all concerned and said he needed to talk with me about a video his coworker sent him.. but he hadn't even finished the sentence when i realized i was already on my back actually showing my fuckin dad my puffy sticky pig faggot butthole and begging him to breed me just like all everyone else does - surprisingly he just kinda stared blankly for a moment then got noticeably sweaty as he said he would just come over.. dad probably never really expected his first son to turn into a mindless pervy piggy cumdump for any and all cocks but i could never fucking stop now, now I know i was born to be a total fucking pig faggot and lick dude buttholes all day long, thank Sarah Palin for giving me my true purpose, FUCK YEAH METH BROS - but dad feeling the same way, fuck yeah, oink, I can't believe I hadn't been sliding my hole down the thick fuckin pig dick that made me my whole life, dad was this hot fucking faggot dad too and now I was so proud to give him my hole, fuckin awesome I kinda thought my brothers would feel weird about me sending them snapchats of me begging our dad to fill my pig faggot butthole full of his toxic poz cum - they didn't even know i was a faggot yet and here i was showing them how dad and me were both pozzed up pig faggots . but dad had agreed they needed to find out and i could tell by the looks in their eyes when they replied that my brothers were actually realizing they'd always secretly wanted to turn into junkie pig fags and cock slaves too, and I knew I better have dad bring home another bag of fat shards.. snapchat dinged again, with their buttholes already out and going, bro, check out how wet my butthole is suddenly, this is crazy, oinkk so now that all of our lives are totally focused on our wet loose pig holes and letting literally any dude any place any time shove their raw cocks in us, i don't have to worry nearly as much, I actually feel fuckin better than ever, being real family. and swallowing down all my brothers' piss out of their shrinking piggy tweaker dicks keeps me so spun out of my mind i don't even care who finds out what a fucked up pig faggot toilet i am now, i kind of want them all to know actually.. cause the more I tell them, the more I still get surprised how they already know, id never guessed how many of them would start breeding me too.. but now there's a new secret I feel building inside me and I'm not sure I can even tell you, but OINKKKK, fuck yeah, bro, I gotta tell you.. just hold on a minute, I kinda gotta let this out..

I’m going to preface this in that I don’t intend to delete and disappear, but I am fairly sick of much of the content. ____________________________________ Bare sex between men has now become mainstream with the advent of PrEP and Tasp, which I find awesome. We can finally just have the sex we want too, without care. Right now we finally have the opportunity to have the hedonistic sex of the 1970’s again and it’s glorious. I dated my first BF in the early 2000’s who was undetectable and it was scary as hell then. Now it’s normal, which is amazing. however it’s seems now that many people on this site post flagrantly fake or false things about what they are talking about. I have talked to moderators before about this with their agreement. The amount of lies and fakery to what people post has become absurd. I’d really like this site to be a community of likeminded people who are no judgmental, and just share in likeminded ideas, instead it seems like if you aren’t chasing a rattle snake while injecting T, and getting fucked by a guy with a 10 million VL it’s not enough. RAwtop created a great space. I just wonder what that space has become. im not against bugchasing (not my thing) or any kind of free speech, but I haven’t seen a “positive” (not like that) movement in this community in years. I also have to applaud rawtop in his efforts in this past year to rein in certain topics. The anonymity of this site makes it very easy for some to live out fantasies and that’s okay. Hell. If people knew what my life was actually like vs my posts they would bust all the nuts. However, that’s also my point. There is a lack of sanity here that’s more than concerning. People actually come here for advice and information and if the first response they see as a vulnerable person is “yeah take all the loads and get the gift and share it” I think we are doing it wrong. if this community wants to descend into the equivalent of “smoke yourself to death” hey, cool it’s a free country. I just won’t be around for it. Wanna talk about hot anon sex all over the place? Fuck yes. My personal stories which I have never shared here are in the top 5% of all I have read on here. I don’t talk about them because as someone involved in public health I don’t find it appropriate, but if you google rawrods I’ve played with a few. In closing, I don’t know what the future is for this site. After being around this community for almost 10 years; it now seems really lost. We have new guys with zero clue, older meth addicts telling everyone to get charged and others maybe getting off on it? Anyway I’m done and I wish everyone on here the best.

Was checking out the apps barely an hour ago after I had a lovely bath.... I'd douched my hole this afternoon but no takers..... I'd planned to sleep after bath as I've early rise tomorrow. A message arrived saying "address - I want to come breed you - quickie".... So I checked his profile..... Fit 23yr old student, top, into bareback.... and 5 mins walk away...... So I thought WHY NOT.... Quickly lubed my hole, unlocked door and sent him address with details..... He replied on his way.... I put lights out and assumed face down ass up position. In less than 2 mins after that I heard door open and heard him come into bedroom and drop his trousers. He immediately found my hole with his hard cock and pushed all the way in letting out a moan... Then started pounding me hard and fast.... Took him 2 mins to squirt his spunk in me. I'm so glad I've universities nearby. He asked to come round again tomorrow Tuesday but I'm busy so we agreed Wednesday..... He said thankyou for me letting him come round.... He wiped up in dark, zipped up n left. I'm now of to sleep leaving his cum inside me all night.... I'm loving the smell of his spunk around my hole. Roll on wednesday..... I'm old enough to be his daddy.

I have advertised on some apps that gets quick replies " in progress of being filled or used bottom for more" Its amazing how fast I get a reply from tops. One top I'll see always tells me to text him after one or more loads are in me. He only likes wet holes. He get so hot when he feels my wet hole and makes me tell him all about how it got used. He has an SUV and couldn't wait to get a room so i met him in a Walmart parking lot so he could fuck me in the back.. lol That was fun

Don't stop at fantasy, @Cumdumpoakland and @YourNoLimitsBottom. These are great ideas! Are people thinking of a theme option that could be offered by a regular escape room (or a regular corn maze) on certain days or for private groups? It would have to be in a progressive location, of course. Or could the escape room idea be a way of revitalizing a gay bathhouse?

I have several points: A teenager who claims to have no ID to show you is younger than he claims to be. Even if you do not drive, you need to have some form of government ID to get by in the world. There is no way for an adult over the age of 20 to meet a 16-year-old they are not related to in public without attracting undue attention. Grindr (and the other apps) require users to be 18, but they make no effort to enforce this requirement. Age of consent laws are a blunt instrument at best. We have heard stories in this thread of people safely negotiating sex while underage. I teach at university, and I assure you there are plenty of 20-somethings who are emotionally immature and incapable of sound decision making. So despite the problems with them, they are what we have to live by. Once a person is 18 in the USA, they are an adult. They can make the decision to consent to sex. No one (including their parent) should feel they have the right to gainsay their decisions about who they date or screw. Personally, I think the age of consent should be younger. For the vast majority of human history, 14-15-year-olds were setting up households and raising children. But I get that we don't want 13-year-olds consenting to sex with adults. The range of 16-18 for age of consent seems like a reasonable compromise that we have settled on. The reason so many young people today seem so immature and incapable of making good decisions is that we have extended childhood into their teens and adolescence into their twenties. I have taught college for 30+ years, and the maturity of a freshman in college has plummeted over that time. My parents starting letting me have some independence in my early teens. As I proved I could handle it to them, they granted me more. Students show up at university now with no conception of how to take care of themselves because they aren't being allowed any chance to experience risk and consequences. Lots of them totally crash and burn. I am currently dating a man in his early 20s; I am in my late 50s. There has been a lot of skepticism from both families and sets of friends. If he had not been clearly an adult (over 21) when we met, I do not think we would have made it past that friction.

Nonsense. ‘Typically’ 5 guys at once from Grindr? Typically, one can expect 5 flakes at once from Grindr. What you’re describing is so contrary to the experience that everyone on this forum routinely reports that you’re not making your case any more convincing. You also say it’s not uncommon to find groups in [practically every town of any size in Alabama]. If Alabama was a hotbed of group sex, the men on this forum would be aware of it. It isn’t a sexcation destination. I don’t doubt that you’ve had some group action - I’ve stayed at the Cheshire Inn myself - but at this point the best I can give you credit for is making some broad and generally incorrect assumptions about the reality of hookup culture on the basis of a few experiences. Even if what you’re saying is actually somehow bizarrely true for you, it’s not what the rest of us experience.

If you want to have a large number of multiple partners one option is to merely check into a bathhouse or sex club in a city like Fort Lauderdale or Philadelphia. Normally you can get a room for an eight hour period, and during busy hours the place can almost be sold out. Think of the number of possibilities you have in a place like Lauderdale with eight hours to enjoy, you could easily do three guys an hour, giving them each 20 minutes of your time. That is highly possible. You don't have to waste time on travel, or finding them on an app or hook up site, they are within feet of your room. So why risk driving or showing up and finding you are not attracted to the individual. If you don't want them you say no thanks and they move on to the next room, it not an awkward situation where you leave their house or vice versa. I have seen posters mention BBRT but I wouldn't chance a conventional motel, as management may watch the number of people entering a room. A bathhouse or sex club is made for that reason and I think if you are playing the "numbers" game (i.e. how many guys can I have fuck me in a night?) your best bet in a bathhouse membership. If you got the looks and the body, they will keep coming, and coming and coming. Been there, done that. I post from my own experience and it is a convenient and safe (at least from a security stand point) way to make the numbers go WAY up!

I love having a biohazard tattoo.

Can I watch?

I got a message from a guy on grindr followed by 3 dick pics of a decent 6" cock. He just wanted to suck and get sucked. 10 minutes later, a huge bearded man, at least 6'5, with cowboy boots, jeans and button up shirt with massive shoulders and a barrel chest and beer belly walks in. I'm only 5'7 standing in just a towel. He strips, I get on my knees, hes a grower with lots of foreskin. So I feel grow him full hard from my tongue to the back of my throat. I stand up, he gets down and sucks me off before asking if I wanted to sit on his dick. I did not hesitate, grabbed the lube and lubed his now extremely thick dick up and sat on his dick taking a moment to adjust before riding him hard for only a few minutes before he slammed into me shooting a huge load up my ass. And now I'm sitting here letting it leak out onto my fingers and tasting it.

Part 6 Ok, you guessed it right. I am a sadistic bastard. If it would have been up to me, little Ben would be pimping his cute little ass on the street, selling his holes for few bucks instead of telling his story. My name is Dimitri Vassiliev and I worked for Carlos for the last 6 years. Anyone looking at us would think that Carlos is the muscle man, doing all the dirty work. In fact, Carlos is the boss. He owns me, like the few dozen young male prostitutes who work for him. It’s like that, Carlos has a lot of money, but he isn’t a show-off. And don’t get me wrong, Carlos is a mass of muscles. He broke my arm twice, the first time to teach me a lesson, the second for fun. I was 21 back then when one night, in need for cash, I spotted a nice BMW, discreetly parked few feet from the main street. An easy target. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” a male voice said. I turn around to find the shadow of a guy around my age, lewdly undressed for one and unique purpose: sex. “What do you care faggot? So fuck off!” I snickered at him and prepare to break-in the car. I felt a large hand gripping my shoulder and another pushing me against the car. The next few hours are unknown to me, as Carlos always refused to tell me what happened, except that somewhere there was a “video of me committing an unforgivable act for which I wouldn’t want the police to find out about”. What I know is I woke up in a messy room with 6-7 guys naked or almost naked. I was naked myself except for a small little pink thong. I tried to stand up to find many hands pushing me back down on the couch, groping me. Urgh! Faggots! “Drink!” one of them told me, holding a bottle at me while another one pinched my nose and tilted my head. The other guys were horsing around, laughing. Loud music could be heard from the floor below. A guy straddled me, pinning my arms, lazily dragging his junk on my belly button. “Good girl, now don’t move!”. The wet tip of his cock was leaving traces as he was sensually gyrating his hips. I had hard time to focus. An annoying buzzing sound above me came forward. Someone was shaving my head. Another drink, two pills, another black out. “Come on loser, it’s your turn!” A tall hairy guy was slapping me awake. “Huh? My turn for what?” I managed to say, still confused about where I was and what I had to do?” “Stand here, and when Bob called your name, you go on the scene and do a nice little dance for all the patrons. Marco, stay with him.” Marco was the type of guy that hit the gym more than once a week. As he walked toward me, his impressive semi-hard cock bounced on a very low set of balls. He positioned himself behind me, pressing his cock against the thin cord of the thong. His left hand casually stroking my soon-to-be-hard cock. In normal circumstances, I would have beat the sonofabitch, but nothing. I should have ran away, but in my drugged-state of mind, it never occurred to me. “Don’t worry, after the first twelve to fifteen times, you’ll get the gist of it” After a warm applause, a naked guy sauntered in the room. A loud voice from speakers was heard: “And now, for its first time with us, straight (literally) from the streets, ready to be converted to a new lifestyle, please welcome our latest young punk, I named, Prissy Dim-Dim!” The crowd started to applause and cheers again. “Up you go, Dim-Dim, it’s you” as Marco pushed me toward the scene. “Go make your little dance!” That was 6 years ago. Any fuckers daring to call me that name again, would wish to be dead. Only Carlos called me Prissy, sometimes. When there is no one around. That night, Prissy Dim-Dim became the event of the night. I didn’t dance the first four songs, and was forced to stay on the scene until I completed my rotation. A set of three dances where I slowly strip until I am naked. With only a thong barely hiding my pill-induced hardon, I just stood there, hands over my crotch. A customer sitting in the front row, definitely a biker, motioned me in a friendly-manner to come closer. Then he started to talk to me in a low voice. I had to bent in order to hear him which brought me closer to him. In a swift move, he grabbed the two rings from my chest (For fuck sake! When did I get my nipples pierced!?) causing me to scream which draw a lot of laughs. “Listen to me, punk-boy, you better start shaking your little ass to please me, or I swear you will dance at the sound of my belt whipping you. ” I danced. Three times. I scampered back in the room, crying like a baby, wishing to disappear. Then I got a hazing from the other stripped dancers which can be resume to a gang bang. Marco and another guy named Jet, or Jett, had dibs on me. Jett was the first to fuck me, asking me to beg for his POZ cum, to fill my tight virgin ass with his toxic load. The drugs had wear off and I was fully-aware of what he was asking. I begged him to not fuck me. He pressed his cock against my asshole, testing its resistance. And again. Alas the tip penetrated me. Who ever tells you that they haven’t put anything up their butt, not even their little finger and they enjoy their cherry being taken, well, they lied. I begged him to stop. He pushed his hard cock to the hilt, grinding my ass to make sure I felt every inch of his dick fully-lodged in my ass. It is, to this day, the weirdest feeling I ever had. A cock went straight through, and very deep, abruptly rearranging my guts. I begged him to pulled out. He hammered me like a mad man. I was fucked by a complete stranger, ignoring me, like I a fleshlight. As he fucked me, he kept telling me he wouldn’t last very long, and I better beg him for his load. Then I was overwhelmed by the shrieks of being fucked, the grunts of the fucker, the smell of shit, the sweats of manly bodies. As he fucked me, one more unexpected thing happened, the need to cum. I begged him to fucked me harder. He did, and cum from my own cock flew everywhere in front of me. I was spent. The euphoric rush you have just when you cum was gone. I needed no more to be fucked. He never stop. I knew what was coming. I begged him to not cum in me. He just laughed; “I will stop fucking you if you beg me as I asked”. “Please give me your load”, I said loud enough for him to hear me. “Close, but not enough”, he replied. His short grunts told me he was almost there. “Please give me your toxic load”, I managed to say. Anything to stop him fucking me. “Wish granted” was his reply and with that he long-dicked me brutally. “Wait! What? You told me you’d stop if I beg you” “Oh I’ll stop, but not until I give you my gift!” he panted. He kept his cock in me, thrusting in sporadically, like after waves from an earthquake. He brought his mouth to my right ear, nibbling it a little before whispering: “I told you I wouldn’t do that if I were you”.

I was on gel a few years ago, but I found it too gross to fool with. A few months ago, I noticed a big drop off in my performance, and the doctor put me on injections (after verifying that my testosterone levels were still low). It's been good for my sex drive although I do notice a drop off the last few days before I get another shot. My chest is slowly getting more hairy. My bf approves of both changes. @Queenzlander59, no effect on the size of my cock.

blew a huge load down my shemale sons throat last night while he/she was dressed in his sluttiest little schoolgirl outfit. l asked him how many men were in his mouth last night and he said 5, plus 3 of those and 2 more went in my pussy. Pretty sure he was out selling his pussy on the street or something (total ass for sale outfit). So I didn’t fuck his pussy but that slut literally sucks the cum out of your balls. I can only imagine how many cocks you would have to suck to get that good at it but I’m sure its a large number.

I met 5 random guys on grindr in one day and they all filled me up with their load😌 it was so hot. My hole was still wet when I met the other guys ☺️

Late night about 2am, I was walking for my place to a nearby gas station to grab some chips and a drink when I got there the only ppl in the store was myself, a female worker, and this young 19yo He was about 5’10 so few inches taller than me slim and good looking to me, I was checking him out and didn’t even realize I was just staring at his crotch as I could see he was packing a large cock that I’d love to do things to. I realized He caught me staring so I panicked and quickly got my things and left thinking that would be it but he came out and called me over, I thought at first I was about to get in some trouble but he said he noticed and then grabbed is cock saying his cock hasn’t had any action in a while, I’m a white guy, and this guy was indian, but born here (canada). We talked and stroked our cocks for a few minutes and then I asked him to come to my place since I wasn’t too far away, he said he didn’t feel comfortable, so instead we went behind the gas station where the garbage bins were it was like basically an ally where the garage was. When we got there I got on my knees and pulled his cock out pretty quick so he didn’t have any second thought. BANG.. 7 inch python just pops out his pants and I just muttered out fuck, realizing I was about to play with a 7 inch 19 year old cock. I sucked his juciy cock for like 5 minutes and asked if he’d fuck my ass he was hesitant so I sucked it more focused on his balls, got him all horny and asked again he said yes finally, I got up and Bent over and then he said something I haven’t heard in a while, let’s use a condom… gross… I said I didn’t have any to which he pointed out we were right by a gas station… He said he would grab it from inside but then quickly I stopped him and said I’ll do it. I had a plan to get my load … I went in there was a section for condoms and of course I picked out the shittest condom no name brand (cheapest ones) and then before leaving I grabbed some oil lube thing (I can’t remember what it exactly was) and when I got back to him I put the condom on him and told him to lather the condom with it so it would be easier, not the wiser he slathered the latex condoms in this oil based lubricant and shoved his cock in my ass and fuck was he stretching me out… knowing it was dark I knew if I got on top he’d never see the condom break so I placed my jacket on the grass part and had him lay down on it then I got on top, I began bouncing on his cock and letting his cock purposely slip out and every time I’d stick it back in I’d feel for and stretch the condom finally on the third Time when I went to stick his cock back I felt his bare cock head.. the condom was broken and so I pushed the condom down further stuck his cock in and then just started riding he fucked me good even moaning before he said he was gonna cum, I just ignored and kept riding harder and then he got up a little hugged me and began shooting his load inside me (not to his knowledge) after he was done loading me up with his cum, I acted quickly and slid the condom off as I got off his cock and in the dark he couldn’t see it nor asked … pulled his pants up and left having no idea he had just bred a 67 year old man he met at a gas ration in a dirty ally and I just got the best and sexist load ever.. this happend last night and I’m still not over it

I’m in DC for work. A hot younger Iranian guy into older bears hit me up on GROWLr. Damn is he hot, and he loves rimming as much as I do. After a long foreplay session, he started lubing up his thick duck and started forcing his way into my over tight ass. I had to lay on my side to get it in and loosen up enough for him to get in his rhythm. He shifted me up on my knees and dove in hard forcing me flat on my stomach and continued pounding and scraping by my prostate before blowing his load in a thirty second orgasm. I’m carrying his load back to the hotel now. Fucking needed this bad.

Took my last load on Saturday evening on Hampstead Heath. I was there for an hour, took 4 cocks and 1 load

Pozzed Cheerleader 5 It made me a No Loads Refused Cum Slut Jamie and I left the hotel room as neat and clean as we could but there was stil cum everywhere. I would not want to sleep in those beds anytime soon. I lived off-campus with 3 other roommates, one was another cheerleader and the other two were on the football team. The four of us hit off our freshman year and have lived through all of our lives ups and downs. They were all very manly. I could not imagine any of them doing what I did the night before. Really, before last night, I could not imagine myself doing what I did before last night. But, as I did the ‘walk of shame’ back to my apartment. I wondered where I was going to get my next fix. My apartment was empty. I went straight to my room, dropped my gym bag, stripped down and fell asleep on top of the covers. I slept for several hours, waking only when my roommates came and went into the apartment or when my phone would ding with a new message. I heard my door open just a bit and then a short giggle. It was Mark, my cheer teammate and roommate. He was, also, good friends with Jamie. I often wondered how good of friends, but I knew he was fucking Angela one of the chunkier large breasted girls on the squad. He slyly slid into my room without me realizing it or I would have covered up. I felt his hand run up my leg and stop at my tender and still leaking hole. I glanced back at him. He smiled and said, ‘Jamie said you guys had fun last night.” “Is that all he said” I quizzed? Wondering if he knew I took a good half-dozen poz loads. “Yeah, and if I wanted a second helping of a creampie to come over and eat your!” he said as he lapped at my well fucked hole. I could not believe, my good friend, roommate, and teammate, who I suspected was bi, now confirmed, was unknowingly eating loads of poz cum from 5 guys out of my ass. His second feast of the day. He fingered my hole. “I want to fuck you” he mumbled as tongued my hole. “Yes please” I gasped. He shucked his shorts and underwear while he kept eating my ass. I was rock hard. I had seen his cock in the shower. So, I knew he was a bit bigger than my 6 inches. I thought he was closer to 7, but he was thick like a red bull can. He was rock hard when he pushed his thick mushroom head into my sore but willing ass. “Me and the boys are going to like having a willing pussy-boy around the apartment” he joked. I noticed he did not say anything about poz or anything like that. So Jamie must not have told him about all the poz loads that we took the night before. He did not ask; i was not going to tell. Mark had great stamina, and I am almost certain he just came with Jamie. So, he was going to last a while. My only question was whether my ass was going to give out first or his cock. Mark pounded me hard for 15 minutes before he added his untainted seed along with everyone else’s DNA. He shoved his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it pulse and shoot volley after volley of his untainted, till now, dna into my cunt. “I heard you got paid last night, take me next time” Mark cajoled, “you know i could use the money.” “I am tired of getting fucked for free on campus” he admitted. I just laid in bed with my eyes closed. I knew had a girl that he fucked on the team, but never knew he got fucked by other guys. I played it cool like I knew. I was going to let it all play out and see who I could convert into poz boi’s like George and his pals did to me. While Mark laid there with my ass leaking and his cock half-hard. I asked him about him and our roommates fucking me. He looked at me like I had a third eye. He told me about the summer that I had been gone at home and they were here for football camp and had been tag-teaming Jamie and the punter for the football team. Not to mention when I or Jamie was not around Mark had been the bottom of choice for our roommates. I was floored, but I did not let on. I was thinking of a way to get the whole group in one room. Mark slipped the plug back into my ass to keep his load deep inside me, and I fell asleep. I slept the rest of the afternoon and into the evening only to be stirred awake by the sounds of moans coming from the living room. I slipped on my boxer-briefs and slowly tipped-toed down the hall into the living room where my roommates Jamal and Darnel spit-roasting Mark. They were lost in the pleasure of his mouth and ass. Mark’s 7 inch cock was as rigid as it had been just a few hours ago fucking me. Jamal had a good 8 inch cock sliding in and out of Mark’s tight white ass and Darnel was sporting a goo8.5 inch dark piece of meat in Mar;s hungry mouth. “Well, look who we have here” Darnel almost sang in his deep baritone voice. As Jamal looked around, but kept laying his meat pipe in Mark’s sweet cunt of an ass. “Mark had been telling us about your evening getting turned out by the rich alumni and his afternoon with the new apartment bottom slut” Darnel continued. Again, no mention of the positive aspect of my evening. I was staunch if they did not ask, i was not going to tell. “Why don’t you come over her and sit your used hole on my fat balc cock” he insisted. I wasn’t quite ready for more cock, but I was in no position to say no. Darnal moved to the couch and my close friend and star DB for the football team removed the plug from my aching hole and I sat down on his oversized black and assumed for now a negative cock. Jamal and Darnel took turns fucking Mark and I for the next hour. It was near 8pm when they had breed us twice a piece and Mark and I had cum each just once. Mark in my mouth and me in my hand. I guess no matter what I do. I am the bottom rung. I am the one that will suck and get fucked. If i cum it will be either by my own hand or by someone fucking me just right. I was OK with that Thank you for reading. I am getting busy. I will not be able to write as much as I like maybe a story a week. Thank you for all your hot emails and phone calls. I cum a lot thanks to you Joey

Part 2 Two days later, I knocked on his door, unsure how this was going to go. I had never met a blind guy before. It took a minute before the door opened and I saw the guy from the pic, but fully clothed. "Hey, I'm Jeff. I'm here to help you with some profile pics" I said. "Hi Jeff, I'm Owen. Come in. Your voice isn't what I was expecting. It's a little deeper" Owen said. He could sense my movements and closed the door after I was in the room. "Private dorm room? You're lucky" I said and heard him chuckle. "I've never heard anyone say I was lucky before" he replied. We talked for a little while, getting to know each other better but he seemed to be carefully avoiding sex. It was like countless other first meetings I'd had with guys when I wasn't just hooking up to fuck. After twenty minutes, he asked "What types of guys do you normally look for?" We were just supposed to take a couple pictures for his profiles, but this was a nice segue to getting him naked for that to happen. Even better, he was initiating it so I didn't feel I was forcing him to do anything he didn't want. "I'm more into smooth bottoms. I guess it's from all those years on the swim team. Tops I meet I like to be taller and a little bigger than me. I don't mind if they have some body hair, but not a forest" I told him. "Nice... I like smooth guys. As I told you, I like to explore a guy's body with my hands and tongue and the only place I like hair is around his cock and in his arm pits. It's funny, but completely shaved is a turn off. I like to know it's a man I'm with" Owen explained. I chuckled before telling him "Yeah, I'm the same. Some of my old teammates used to shave their entire body and it just made my dick go limp. I hate stubble too." I saw him nod in agreement. I could tell he wanted to say something, but we just had an awkward pause. Right when I was about to break the silence he asked "Can I touch you? I use other senses to do what my eyes can't. Let me know if I touch where I shouldn't." I stood up and a moment later he was standing in front of me. His touch was amazingly gentle and started with my chest. He worked down my body until he got to my legs, feeling the thickness of my thighs under my sweatpants. It wasn't erotic at all and yet it felt good. "Do you want me to take my shirt off?" I asked. "Only if you want. I don't want to scare you off" Owen replied. I slowly pulled my tee over my head, tossing it on the chair I was sitting on earlier. His hands started to roam over my smooth skin, making me moan when his fingers ran over my nipples. "Do you like that?" he asked. Now it began to get more erotic and I wondered if he was trying to lure me into fucking him. "Yeah I do. It affects other parts of my body too" I said. He blushed, knowing exactly what I meant. "Can I take your shirt off too?" I asked and watched him nod his head 'yes' before I pulled it off. His nipples were just as hard as in the picture he'd sent me and it took a lot of effort not to just flick my tongue over them. "What kind of pictures do you want? Naked? Shirtless? Just your butt?" I asked. "I don't know. Do you think guys would like my body?" Owen asked. "You have a twinky body, so only guys that are into that type will like it. Everyone has their preferences, but I think there would be a lot of guys into you. How about I take a couple pictures with your phone. That way you keep control of them. Then we can edit them on your computer to only show parts of your body. I would keep your face out of them to keep it more anonymous" I told him. I took a couple pictures with his jeans on before asking him to take them off. The red jockstrap he wore underneath surprised me, but looked really hot and I told him so. I got a couple more pics and then pulled his jock off. His ass looked really nice and I desperately wanted to bury my face in and rim him. I took a few more pics and we transferred the pics to his computer. It didn't take long to crop and brighten the pictures. I told him the new folder I put them in and gave them descriptive names. "Jeff, I feel weird being naked and I think you still have your sweat pants on. Can you take them off?" Owen asked. "Of course. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. But if we're both naked, something might happen" I said. "I hope so" he said quietly. I stood up and moved back to the center of the small room and pulled my sweats off. His hands reached over and he felt over my body, rubbing over the stained jockstrap, my ass and down my legs. "You have hair on your butt and legs but your chest is smooth. Do you like wearing jockstraps too?" he asked before standing up.. I chuckled before replying "Yeah, I stopped shaving my body after I quit swimming competitively. My upper body is naturally smooth. I don't think I own any regular underwear, I just wear jockstraps since I like how they feel." I wrapped my arm around his body, pulling him close. With my other hand I tilted his head back and leaned down, kissing his soft lips. He was four inches shorter than me but felt really good in my arms. He was a good kisser too. I guess he had been pretty honest about his experiences in our month of messages. The longer we kissed, the deeper my tongue got into his mouth and the stiffer my cock got. His cock got hard too and I felt it pressing into my leg. My hand rubbed down his back and grasped his butt cheek, squeezing it while pulling it into my body. My other hand wrapped around the back of his head. We continued kissing for a couple minutes before I pulled his head back and guided it to my right nipple. Within seconds, my cock was fully hard and his tongue was working it's magic on my nip. Several minutes later I pushed his head lower and he took over, knowing what to do next. He was on his knees in front of me, slobbering over and gnawing on the pouch covering my cock. I'm sure he knew that there were dozens of dried cum shots that had soaked into the fabric. The moans coming from him told me that I wasn't pushing him too fast. His hands grasped my butt and felt really good as his fingers dug into the firm flesh. I felt him let go of one of my ass cheeks and he freed my rigid cock out of the side of the pouch. I knew his tongue was talented from our kisses and I found that his lips were just as good. What they did to my cock was on a whole other level than his kisses. He had a little problem getting all the way down, but several tries and a hand on the back of his head had his face buried into my trimmed bush. The moan he made around my shaft sent shivers through my body. This was further than I expected to go, but he was willing and wasn't slowing down or stopping. About ten minutes in, though, I needed to pull off before I shot my load down his throat. Owen was a little concerned when I pulled my cock out, but a smile came over his face when I told him he was getting me too close. The real question was if he wanted me to go further. "Want me to stop... or... go the rest of the way?" I asked softly. He whimpered a little before he said "All the way." I guided him over to his bed, watching him carefully climb up on the mattress and assume the position. My dick was still hard and I kissed down his back before spreading his butt cheeks and pressing my face in. His hole opened with only a little persuasion from my tongue. From the sounds he was making, he enjoyed my oral skills as much as I did his. Two fingers slid into the spit soaked hole and made him moan louder. As much as I wanted to slide my dick into him, I grabbed his phone first and took a closeup of his wet, slightly open hole, followed by my bare cock laying at the entrance and then another as I pushed in, with my cock head safely inside the pink ring. I set the phone down and then as my hands gripped his hips he pushed back. He was still a little tight, but that's how I like a bottom's hole. It was nice not having the discussion or even a mention about condoms. Sometimes that meant the guy was naive, sometimes too horny, or times like this where they just wanted it bare. Each thrust got my cock deeper inside his warm hole and it felt really good. The moans coming out of him told me he liked it too. Someone had taught him well and I wondered how many years he had been practicing his bottom skills. Once I bottomed out, I continued the long strokes but got more forceful. I always love the sound of two bodies slapping together during sex and this time, while unexpected, was no different. A few minutes of pounding got him to start begging. "Harder", "Faster", "Pound my ass" was coming out of his mouth. The harder I went, his cries got more ragged but he kept working his ass around my dick and pushing back into my thrusts. My hands were gripping his shoulders as I drilled and let me lean forward a bit, digging into new territory in his cunt. A few more minutes and I felt my body get close. "Ready for my load" I asked, not really caring what he said. At this point I was going to breed him whether he wanted it or not. "Give it to me... cum inside" he gasped. The first volley was strong and shot deep inside him. There was a quick thrust before the next several shots pumped more cum into his guts. I wasn't sure if it was a moan or a whimper that came out of his mouth as I came inside him, but it lasted the entire time. He felt so good wrapped around my dick which was holding my huge load inside, but eventually I needed to pull out and stand up. Once again, I grabbed the phone and took a few pics of my cock coming out of his newly bruised hole. The last one I took was his gaping hole with cum dripping out and on to his balls. "Turn around" I said calmly and watched him slowly change ends. His mouth was open with his tongue sticking out, expecting me to feed him my cum covered cock. If I'd known he was good with ass to mouth, I would have gotten him on his knees so he could lick the slime off easier. Still, he did a good job and seemed to enjoy it. Once he'd cleaned me up, I sat down on his bed and pulled him up close. I chuckled and said "I didn't expect us to do anything other than take pictures. You ok?" I asked. He moaned again. "Much more than ok. That felt really good. It's been a month since last time. You're different though. You didn't rush to get out of here like most guys. Thanks" Owen said. "Most guys are just looking for a pump and dump, so that's pretty normal. Don't take it personally" I replied. After uploading the new pics, I edited them like before and added them to the folder. He laid there on the bed naked, quietly moaning while I worked on the photos. I understood his moans, it always felt good after a fuck to feel a guy's load in me. I needed to get back home, so I explained each of the pictures, giving him as much detail as I could. I told him the two pictures that I thought he should put up on his profiles - a frontal from his neck down wearing the red jock and a butt shot with the straps from the jock framing his hot ass. "Save the action shots for guys that really seem serious" I told him.

I get back to my cabin and have a shower. I try to keep Adam’s seed in me, but there seems to be so much, and it leaks out the entire shower. It makes me proud to have been bred by him, but also sad I am losing his DNA. I throw on a t-shirt and cargo shorts and relax with a coffee and read a book for a couple of hours and with no warning Adam opens my cabin door and comes in and shuts it behind him (clearly, he has no issue using his key). Leaning against the door as if to hold it shut, he is standing there in the same uniform as yesterday, and again a huge bulge in his pants. “Got 15-minute break” is all he says. I jump up and kiss him quickly, and he breaks the kiss and says, “more of that later”. And spins me around and pulls the back of my shorts down and within a minute his manhood is deep inside me again and he is fucking me standing pushed against the wall with enthusiasm. “I just need to let….” and a huge growl as he floods me again with his toxic seed. With my shorts still around my knees he turns me around and kisses me passionately and pulls his pants up. “Ok, 5 more minutes” he says. He doesn’t move but holds me there against the wall with my pants around my knees kissing me. My own cock is rock hard and leaking precum and some gets on the pants of his crotch. “Your turn” he says and kneels and deep throats my cock. After a couple of minutes of sucking me off he looks up and says, “nice neg juices, may be the last I get from you”. With that I lose control and cum all over his face and beard before he gets the chance to get back on it. He stands up, and I feel bad. “You can’t go back to work like that”. And I quickly lick off all my neg cum off his beard and kiss him with it until he is all cleaned up. He kisses me one last time. “No waiting until midnight this time. Be back at 10pm tonight”. At 10 o’clock on the dot Adam lets himself into my cabin and this time he comes bearing gifts. A bottle of wine and some cheese and crackers. He kisses me and says, “can’t not be looking after the father of my babies”. Tonight, is different. We enjoy the wine and chat a lot more about each other. He is such a gorgeous man. Tonight, is romantic. Adam still gives me 3 loads and again he stays the night in my cabin. I tell him I am in Perth for a month and was planning to get a flight back to Sydney. But now I think I might take the train back. His roster doesn’t quite match up, and the best I can do is stay an extra 2 weeks in Perth so I can get his train back. So, I stay 6 weeks in Perth, and we stay in touch the whole six weeks. We text and call almost non-stop. I fear that not only do I want his babies in me, but I want him more than that. We talk a lot about him taking some time off and us having a holiday together. Two weeks in I come down with a cold, and I am suspicious. It isn’t too bad, but I can’t stop wondering if this is his baby inside me. I do a test 3 weeks in and it comes back positive. It is Adams and I feel so “whole”. I decide not to tell Adam until my return trip no matter how often he asks. Adam is in Perth 2 days and nights before his return trip, so he spends them with me. We get a luxury apartment overlooking the ocean and the few hours he is not inside me; we go out for dinners and walks along the beach. He is insanely affectionate even in public and I feel in heaven. We are laying in bed the night before the train ride home and he is saying he wants to try to knock me up on the return trip. I look him in the eyes and say, “well if you did, then I’d be having twins”. He immediately smiles and says, “no way!”. “Yep” I said, “and it can only be yours”. That night we don’t have sex, we make love. It feels so different. He says, “well now we know it is definitely mine, maybe we can make the ride back to Sydney more interesting for you”. To be continued…

The biker guy stayed in me. After a minute he reached down to squeeze the last of his cum into my asshole as he pulled out. "Thanks dude!" I was wondering what response to mumble when Paul replied, "I didn't want to invite you, but I knew you'd never forgive me if I didn't." They both roared with laughter. Good thing I'd been slow and avoided a faux pas. I laid there for another minute ignoring Paul and the biker's conversation. Finally I took a deep breath, flipped over and sat up. I must've been quite a site, with a big load of cum in my hair, on my cheek and neck. Another two were mostly in my ass, except for the part on my thighs and soaking into the duvet. Paul had put the phone away at some point. Wonderful. "You did great dude." Pretty sure that was Paul. I was at a loss. The man whose name I didn't know who had recently ejaculated inside me grabbed my cock playfully and started to jerk it. He was the oldest of the group, maybe 55. He had three big earrings in each ear. They matched the rings he had in each nipple. He looked me right in the eye as my dick got hard. "You love taking loads don't you. I can tell from your cock it's true. She was never going to be able to give you what you need." He squeezed my balls until I gasped. "Don't cum bitch." The guy who'd cum in my hair suddenly reappeared with his dick sticking straight out. "Oh good, his hole's free!" He slapped the biker on the shoulder. I realized he had a biohazard tattoo right by his dick. "Hey man I know that's an HIV tattoo. I don't want to have sex with an HIV+ guy." He chuckled. "Um too late for that dude." He pushed me back on the bed and scooted my ass back. "Everyone here is poz, silly." I froze, discombobulated. He had me hold my legs apart at the knees and fucked me hard. I was a thousand miles away, trying to figure out what the fuck had happened. I just wanted to experience getting fucked by a guy. I'd intended to have safer sex with one man and wound up consenting to unprotected sex with three, all of whom are apparently HIV+. Fuck fuck fuck. "Fuck I've got another big load for your married ass." I pulled my legs wider and looked him right in the eye. "Breed my ass. Turn me into a faggot."

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…”

This guy gets it

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.

My tops all love a messy hole..

One of my regulars hits me up about twice a week with a simple text - "Pig". If I reply with a pig emoji and "Oink", he's here in 20 minutes. I've quickly recleaned out, unlocked the door, and am on all fours on the bed, ass up. He comes in, strips, reaches under and works my tits, then mounts, hard fucks, and breeds like a rabbit. Dresses and leaves, no words said. OINK!