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Jamal and Darnel took turns fucking Mark and I for the next hour. It was near 8pm when they had bred 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 Pozzed Cheerleader 6 Mark and I were thoroughly used and abused by Jamal and Darnel. I laid there in the middle of the living room floor with my ass in the air with the butt plug fitter firmly deep in my used ass. Mark had gone to take a shower while Jamal and Dar went to bed. The lights were unceremoniously turned off on me like I was an afterthought. I woke up in the middle of the night cold and stiff from sleeping on the floor and the room was dark. I made my way to my room making sure my phone was charging. I had a 730 class so i still had a couple of hours to sleep. I used them all. I made it through my 730 class and was walking back through the Union when I got a text asking if I was hungry. I did not recognize the number, but I responded back anyway with a ‘yes’. “Go to the bathroom on the erd floor in the western hall!” a text shot back. I started to reply, but another text shot back instantly with… “Don’t think…Do it” I felt chided, but I climbed two flights of steps and made my way down the main hall to the western hall to the lone mens room there. Once I got there another text came telling me to take the middle stall. I hung my book bag on the door. I dropped my shorts and sat on the toilet and was about to text, “now what”, but before I could. I got a “WAIT…you have a 90 minutes before your next class, remove your plug”. Whoever I was talking to knew what I had been through. I sat patiently for just a few moments. When I heard the outer door of the bathroom squeak open and then the inner door. I knew these restrooms were used for cruising, but I never cruised. Well, I guess until today that is. Whoever just walked in took the stall to my right against the wall, he undid his pants and sat down. I carefully watched from the racquetball seized hole in the partition as he stroked his big black dick to near hardness. When suddenly he shoved his cock through the hole. He spoke, “you the white cocksucker?” I answered by swallowing 5 inches of his hard 8 that came through the hole in the wall. I sucked on his thick prick. He moaned his acceptance of my mouth on his cock. He told me to get it wet cause it was going in my ass soon. I still had not recovered from Saturday or Sunday, but I was not going to argue. I just was unsure of being fucked in a pusblic place. I sucked his massive prick slobbering on it as much as I could when he told me to fuck myself on his black wood cock. I barely hesitated before I spun around and backed myself onto his cock. He let out an audible moan of satisfaction as I took as much of his I possibly could. I bounced back on his meat. His breathing was ragged and I soon felt his cock expand and explode filling my ass with his gooey jizz. I felt his cock spasm 5 or 6 times. My ass felt full, but I knew I was not done yet. My anonymous fucker withdrew his massive prick, adjust his pants and was gone. I never knew his name or saw his face. I clenched to hold his load in me. I pushed the plug back into my cunt to keep from leaking and to keep his hot load deep in my ass. I sat down and wondered what I had got myself into, but did not have to ponder long as the outer door opened and shut, and like clockwork the scenario nearly played out the same, but this time. There was no “get to know ya”. This nameless, faceless prick, but equally as large dong but more brown slipped through the gloryhole. I just spun on the toilet seat and started sucking like it was my job. I could hear him moan his approval over the stall wall. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes when he pulled out of the hole and dropped down. Shoved his thick Mexican dick under the stall and told me to squat on it. I could see the scorpion tat with a “+’ sign right by the stinger. I was pretty sure I knew what that meant, but I no longer cared. I pulled the plug once again from my ass. I was getting good at that, and lowered my white ass onto his massive cock. I hovered on his cock, while he slammed into me from under the stall. He drove his cock as deep as he could into me. I forgot for a moment where I was and let out a loud moan that I thought for sure someone outside would hear. I begged him to cum in me. I wanted his tainted seed deep in my bowels impregnating me. I had sweat dripping off of my forehead as I squatted on this nameless, faceless but seemingly positive cock. I begged him to breed me. When I said” fill me with your poz load papi!” He came like a geyser combined with the last guy’s cum. I leaked like a broken faucet. I could feel my ass dripping on his balls. He told me to clean him up. I quickly plunged the plug back into my cummy asshole and licked his cock and balls clean of my ass and his cum. I did not want anyone to walk in on us like that. I looked at my watch and I still had an hour before my next class and another text message telling me that I had two more guys to service. It was now my duty every Monday, Wednesday and Friday between my first and second class to report to this bathroom and service whomever comes and to do whatever they request. I should dress comfortably and be prepared for 4 to 8 loads a day in the morning alone. I had just enough time to finish reading the text when I looked up to see another dark cock being pushed through the hole. I later learned I was servicing some professors on campus who did favors for the football and basketball teams. I did not care most of them had big cocks and could fuck and none of them asked about status. I was just a willing hole for them. They did not want to know who I was and I did not want to know who they were. If they wanted to be known I would find out soon enough. By the time, my class started that morning. I had serviced 5 cocks3 of them took my ass and two orally. They gave me plenty of time to get cleaned up for class, but I still could feel my ass leaking all afternoon. When I had to go to cheer practice and had to face Jamie and Mark. I could all their eyes on me. Even my now ex-girlfriend. I saw her kissing her new ‘friend’ the starting linebacker for the football team. I hoped he was on George’s list to get this year. More to CUM Love the hot email I have jerked off to you guys as much as you have jerked off to my stories. Joey

Part 6 We got dropped off at the sleazy, run down motel by the expressway. "Hope she's fun!" the driver said, knowing that anyone that went to this motel only came for sex. Two or more guys going to tag team a slut there was pretty common and the taxi driver knew it. "Once inside, give me the layout of the room. Chair on left, bed on left in eight feet, dresser on right 10 feet. Stuff like that" he said as we walked up to room 107 and knocked. The door opened and a guy was standing there in just a pair of white boxers. He was skinny. Even skinnier than Owen. Ribs showing skinny. While he might have been two inches taller than Owen (three with the thick, dark, curly hair) he was probably the same weight and maybe less. He had a couple poorly done tattoos on his arms and a large, nicer one across his chest saying "No Fear" in Gothic script. It seemed appropriate since he didn't appear to be nervous at all. Excited or eager, but not nervous. I whispered to Owen the room layout and he moved over to the edge of the bed. "You really toxic?" the bottom asked almost as soon as the door shut. "Yeah, converted a week and a half ago so I should have a high viral load" Owen said and I nodded. The chaser grinned and I think his boxers tented before he then said "Shit... you really are blind. That's fuckin' twisted." "Why? I'm not different than any other gay guy other than I can't see. Now, do you want get bred or not?" Owen said. After a quick discussion I had the bottom's phone in my hand to record the event. Owen pushed his sweats down and stepped out of them while the bottom pulled his boxers off and climbed on the bed. Owen looked a lot more comfortable than I expected and after some spit and his fingers roughly prepped the bottom, Owen shoved his stiff shaft in. The cry from the bottom didn't deter him and he plowed the hole like an experienced top. A few screams came out of the bottom when Owen fucked even harder. My dick was hard the whole time, snaking down my shorts with a constant drip running down my leg. Owen looked like he was having fun and even made the skinny guy beg for the first charged load. Owen fucked the chaser doggy style most of the time, standing on the floor with the bottom's ass over the edge to start and ending with the bottom flat on the bed, drilling him hard and making the skinny guy whimper. He pumped two loads into the chaser in the hour plus that we were there and both looked exhausted. "Sorry, I can't do a third time... My ass is on fire" the bottom said painfully. The video and pictures told how much damage Owen had done and the pink jizz oozing out of the bottom's hole confirmed it. While we waited outside for the taxi to show up, Owen asked "Do you think that did it or am I going to have to do him ten times like you did to me?" I laughed before saying "No way to tell. I probably could have stopped after the first couple times, but I like fucking you too much" and grabbing his ass. A few moments later I told him "You really trashed his hole though, so this might do it. I doubt he'll be taking any dick for a few days." "He said he wanted it rough. Some of the stories I read said to dig my fingernails in to make him bleed so the virus can get inside him easier" he explained. "It'll take a couple weeks before he'll know. But now you know what it feels like" I said. A few seconds later he said "I'm glad you didn't stop. I like when you fuck me and you never hesitate to cum inside me like a lot of guys. I never thought I'd find a guy that was willing to infect me, though. Maybe I'd get one of the regular STDs sometime, but I expected that getting pozzed would stay a fantasy. Thanks." Just as the car pulled up, Owen said "I think I prefer to just keep fucking a guy like you did with me. Moans are far sexier than cries of pain." We went back to his dorm and since my balls were still full, I was on top of him a couple seconds after the door was latched. I was too horny for any foreplay so as soon as I could get his sweatpants down I had three gobs of spit on his hole and a leaking dick trying to force it's way in. "Oh fuck yeah... shove that poz dick into me" Owen growled out while my shaft sank into his ass. I paused a moment once I was over half way in and tugged my tee shirt off, tossing it by my shorts that were near the door. A quick pull and his was off too before I bent over and resumed forcing my cock further into his hole. My chest was laying on his back with my dick fully planted inside him. "You really got into breeding that neg guy, didn't you? Did it feel good trying to knock him up?" I asked. I didn't really give him time to answer before my hips were thrusting in. When I fucked him before, I always started slow and worked up to a hard fuck since that's what he said he liked when we first met. This was like I usually fucked with other guys when I was really horny. "Yeah... It felt fucking great... Going to own his ass forever... Just like you own mine... Ugh... Harder!" he grunted out between each shove I gave him. My hands were on top of his, holding him down and keeping him in position. He began to push his ass up and milk my cock until my cock began to throb. The throbs turned into strong pulses with spurts of cum flooding his ass once again. We both moaned loudly and I laid on top of him until my cock softened. I rolled off and laid next to him, watching him roll on to his back. "That was the hottest fuck yet. I loved how you just fucked me without being gentle in the beginning. It's how I imagine most cum dumps get used. I have a way to go though" Owen said. "Good to know" I said, grinning. A few moments later I added "I don't know if you're interested, but... I'm going to a sex party this weekend if you want to go with me. It's a no-loads-refused party and you can show off that greedy little ass of yours. Maybe even breed a guy or two" I said. His cock twitched a few times and he nodded his head 'yes'. We got there early and stripped at the door like host told us to. We put our clothes in a bag and wandered in, grabbing a drink and finding a spot to peruse the other guests. The crowd slowly got bigger and I was describing the guys to Owen as we sipped on our drinks. It was a mix of guys with a handful of college guys like us and the rest were mid-twenties to fifties. "I think I'm just going to bottom tonight. Hopefully I can get more poz cum inside me" Owen whispered to me. Once the crowd got settled and the alcohol had killed most of everyone's inhibitions, I knew the real fun was about to start. "I think it's time to stake out a bed" I told him and we wandered down the hall to the bedrooms. The first room already had a bottom hogging the middle of the bed, but the second room was empty. He took the head of the bed and I took the foot, our bare asses facing the door. It only took a few minutes and I heard "Oh fuck yeah... two holes, no waiting." That was the start of a continuous line of horny guys using us. After the fourth load, I got up to find my own hole to breed. I told Owen that I would be back to check on him later and the tall 30-something bear fucking him said "Don't hurry. I got a few buds that need to tap this sweet ass. We'll have him knocked up by morning." The comment made me smile and I wandered out of the room knowing that Owen was going to get his wish. I wandered around, leaving a trail of cum wherever I walked and fucked a few guys, one other college guy and one that looked to be a tall guy in his mid-thirties. Both got their first, albeit small, poz loads of the night. One totally shaved twink was bent over the couch in the living room taking dick. I walked up and when the current top pulled out I took his place. Immediately, I had this huge hand on my shoulder. "Careful there, boy. That cunt is full of some nasty seed. We're gonna get him pregnant tonight. I doubt those four loads have done their job yet" a deep gravelly voice said. I smiled and shoved my stiff cock into the sloppy hole. As I fucked I noticed the marks on the back of the twink. Two neg and eight poz hash marks kept track of what was inside and in a puddle below the twink's ass. I drilled him for several minutes and noticed a few guys were waiting their turn. My grunt preceded a big load getting pumped in. I added my mark to make it nine, getting a huge grin from the big guy that warned me earlier. "No meds" I whispered to him as I made room for the next guy. He had a six inch biohazard tattoo on his upper back and I wondered whether it was better to show my status like that or not. After another tour of the apartment, I made it back to the bedroom and found Owen fucking a thin, gray haired, middle aged otter. A minute later he unloaded to the encouragement of the tall bear that had fucked him earlier. "Yeah, shoot your last neg load into Harry!" I smiled, wondering if Harry cared that the "neg" load he got was anything but bug free. "Good job" I told Owen as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, guiding him back toward the door. It was just past 2AM and we had been there for almost five hours. "Thanks! Hope you enjoyed it as much as we did" the bear told us and the bear's friends all agreed. As we pulled our clothes on I noticed the tally marks on Owen's back. "Hmm, four, two and seven. I think that means you can truly call yourself a cum dump now" I told him. He was confused and I explained "four neg loads, two unknown, and seven poz loads got fucked into your hole tonight." I crashed in his room that night and both of us slept soundly. It was a little strange sharing a twin bed with him, but we were spooned the whole night with my arm around him, holding him close. In the morning I was going to help him wash the marker off his back. We shared a shower, getting a chuckle from the other guy that was drying off nearby. "No... leave it there. I want people to see it" he said when I told him I was going to wash the marks off his back. "I always dreamed of doing something like that. Thanks for inviting me" he told me before he added "Now lean against the wall, I want to give you my last neg load" with a sinister laugh. After the shower, he wanted me to get a picture of his back with the tally marks. When we started to dress, he asked me to pick out a tank top that would let people see what a slut he'd been the night before and I found a stringer tank that exposed most of his shoulders. "You might want to get something more permanent" I said and told him about the guy at the party with the biohazard tattoo on his back. He didn't reply, but I could tell he was thinking about it. I wondered how many people would understand the visible marks on his back as he walked around the rest of the day or two. I would have hung around, but I had a hookup with a hung poz guy that afternoon. Owen's profile had changed with the pictures I had suggested along with three hidden pics too, one was the picture of his back from the party. I liked the new phrase he put in the description "versatile, into risky play" yet he still had 'ask me' as his status to leave it ambiguous. I stumbled on another profile he set up that was more blatant about what he wanted. The picture of his freshly bred hole had the text "Newly poz. Looking 4 neg btms and viral tops." We continued to fuck, usually flipping, but it was back to once a week. He was proud of how active he had gotten, keeping busy with other guys both as a top and bottom. Two or three other hookups a week now seemed to be his norm. Owen would tell me how much dick he'd taken or given since our last meeting and wanted to know about my hookups too. A month or so later I asked Owen if he'd heard back from his first chaser. "One fuck is all it took. He wasn't ready for the conversion, though. He bitched like crazy for over a week. The other two were all excited, just like I was. I'm still waiting to hear on three others. Now... give me another poz load, Jeff" he said pulling his legs back.

Part 5 On my visit Thursday afternoon I thought I'd try another position. After he had sucked me hard and I'd eaten his ass for several minutes, I laid down and had him straddle me. He looked uneasy but once he put his hands down on my chest and felt my cock push into his ass he got more comfortable. It took a few tries but he figured out how to ride my cock. I was a little surprised when once he got more confidence he rode my dick really hard. Eventually, he slowed down and I pulled him forward before I took over and pounded him a few minutes. My cock pumped another half dozen spurts of cum into his ass. "Now it's your turn" I told him. "What do you mean?" Owen asked. "I want you to fuck your last neg load into me" I replied. I could feel the panic rush through his body. "I... I... I can't. I'm a bottom. I've never tried to fuck a guy" Owen said, his voice quivering like his body was. "Your dick has been rock hard every time we've fucked. I want to feel it in me. Now, pull off and move back two feet" I said firmly. Indeed, his cock was still stiff and laying on my stomach next to a small puddle of precum. He slowly raised up and my cock fell from his ass. I felt some cum dribble out and then watched him move back. My hands held on to his arms to steady him as he shuffled backwards. Once he was in position, I crawled away a little and got on all fours. I spit a few times into my hand and lubed up my hole before backing myself to him. His hands reached out and rested on my hips and I felt his shaft resting on my ass. "You can do it, Owen, just guide it to the hole" I said. Owen's right hand left my hip and I felt him press his dick into the crevice. He pushed it up and down along the trench until the head found the wet ring. I heard him breathe in deeply and then push in. I relaxed and felt his cock slide inside me slowly. He only went in a couple inches before he began to pull back. I was afraid he was going to pull out and give up, but he gingerly started to rock his hips. I heard some gasps and moans the longer he continued and soon I was moaning too. It took me back to the days where most of the guys I had sex with were virgins. A few words of encouragement got him to thrust deeper and a few minutes later I was pushing back on to his cock. Owen kept plowing my ass, occasionally stopping a moment before resuming. My hole started to feel slicker and I assumed he was lubing my ass with his neg precum. He filled the room with louder moans and that's when I knew he could go to the next step. My ring clamped down and he froze. I'm sure he was fighting off shooting his load, but that's what I wanted. The little devil inside me wanted him to give me his last neg load and his first charged one. Three more thrusts did it and I felt him flood my guts. Unlike with most guys, I could feel his cock throb inside my ring. I counted eight strong pulses before he gasped "Oh my god!" He stayed planted inside me another minute before pulling back. A second after his cock was free of my hole I was spun around and licking the jizz off his dick. After his cock was cleaned, I pulled him down on to the bed and we laid there together a few minutes in silence. "I always wondered what it was like, but I was too scared to try. Besides, I like feeling a guy fuck me too much..." he said. "Did you like it?" I asked. "Oh hell yeah... Thank you for making me try. It's still easier for me to bottom, but now I know I can top with the right guy" Owen said. "As I said, I want your last neg and first poz loads, so you'll get more practice" I told him. He needed some practice too. He wasn't the worst top I'd taken and pretty good for his first time, but I hoped he would get better. I also wanted to watch him charge up his first neg guy too, but I wasn't going to tell him that quite yet. It had been a while since I had fucked a guy while his load dripped out my ass and down my leg, but that's what our last fuck of the day was like. Our next seven meetings were repeats. I'd breed him, he'd breed me and then I'd give him a second load. We tried a few more positions too and while he preferred to fuck me doggy style, I found I liked a standing fuck with him braced on the dresser, me fucking him from behind while staring at our faces in the mirror. Owen was getting better as a top, too. His motions were more natural and had lost all of the jerkiness from his first few tries. He always shot big loads and I loved going home feeling it run down my legs. I was starting to question whether I was really poz when I got the message Monday afternoon. "I think I have the flu. Can you stop by to see?" he texted while I was in class. He looked like I did when the conversion flu struck a couple weeks after my Spring Break trip and the sight made my cock hard. It was a quick fuck, but he ended up with one more load of cum in his 101 degree hole. He was exhausted and I sucked a questionable load out of his balls before watching him pass out on his bed. Each day I would stop by to check on him and, like me, the bad part only lasted a few days. Friday night's fuck had our roles reversed. He fucked me twice and while the second load was a lot smaller, he fucked twice as long. Owen's comments told me how much he loved driving his cock into a cum filled hole. Afterwards, we laid there for a while, catching our breath. I felt good knowing that I'd knocked up my first guy and I hoped that Owen was OK being that guy. "No regrets?" I asked. "No. Not yet anyway. Ask me again in five years" he replied with a short laugh. "Do you want me to take you to the clinic to get tested?" I asked at our hookup a week later. Owen said "Yeah, I probably should." My heart sank, since I hoped that he'd poz up a few guys like I was planning on doing. Then he added "Take me along when you go to find out for sure. But... please wait a few more months." A smile came back to my face quickly. "Are you planning on charging up any guys?" I asked. "I've already been talking to one. I might need your help though" he replied with a devilish laugh. "Oh? I think you should do your first on your own, but if you want, I can help" I said. "I mean I need some help getting there and back. You can breed him if he wants, but I would prefer to fuck him by myself" Owen said.

Finally went to my first Cum Union event and fuck was it great! The Z is pretty small, I got a private room but mostly so I could take a break and relax and rest a bit before I had to drive back to Austin. They have a sling but the main play space is really just 2 setups of 3 stalls with a pair of glory holes each. One of the outer stalls is open, the other e have doors and all have a bench of some sort that’s the correct height to lay down or straddle and put your hole right up to the glory hole. I spent most of the night laying on by back, legs in the air with my hole firmly pressed to a glory hole, door wide open. Guys would walk by, sometimes pass and turn around to get a better look or just stop and watch. Almost every single one would then hop over to the next stall and take their turn breeding my hole. It was so fucking hot! My only complaint is everyone was locking the middle door while they were fucking me but I would have definitely preferred they left it open at tag teamed with other tops. I didn’t think about keeping a load count but I’m pretty sure I broke my record of 50 in a day without even trying in just 10 hours and basically all anon! I highly recommend The Z if your into anonymous glory hole breeding! I will definitely be going back for another Cum Union!

I watched the full moon come up. While I always looked forward to full moons, this one was special. This was the first full moon after my son's 18th birthday. Actually, it was my son's 18th. Like all males in my line, he was born on the first day of the full moon. We'd had a party that day with all his friends, but I made sure it was over by late afternoon. As the full moon rose, huge on the horizon, its ghostly light filled the twilight with sharp shadows. Between my legs, I felt its power as my cock and nuts began to swell and grow. I was naked, my 6’4 frame standing in the window watching the moon. Hard muscles lined my body in a taut swimmer's build. Strong, lean muscles bound my legs, and even before the moon rose, my penis was of breathtaking proportions. Fully limp, it dangled 15 inches from my hairy crotch, a wrist-thick hose. Behind it, a nut sack that belonged on a bull hung down, each orb as big as a coconut. When I got hard, which happens often, just over 2 feet of arm-thick dick stuck out from my groin, straight out, a foot around, with a head bigger than my fist. Precum ran from my dick like a stream, and I came in pints, not teaspoons like a “normal” human. But that was normally, not during the full moon. As the moon bathed me in its light, I felt my groin tingle like I was getting hard, but I wasn't, not yet. I watched as my limp dick grew, getting fatter, longer, heavier. Two feet of limp dick, now three. My nuts swelled even more impressively, by the time my outrageous penis hit a yard long, limp, my nuts were larger than watermelons, and hung well past my knees. From my son's room I heard screams of surprise, wonder, shock and a touch of pain. I smiled. Almost every one of us goes through our initial transformation at least somewhat clothed, and when you grow from a perfectly average cock to one that reaches to the floor, well, pants stop cutting it. I walked over to my son's room, my monstrous limp pecker swinging about a foot above the floor. It would almost drag on the ground, but the mammoth nut-sack behind it held a good portion of it up. The door to his room flew open, and there he was naked, and somewhat panicked. He was quite a sight! 18, youthful, smooth and still boyish. Long blond hair, blue eyes (don't' as me now, I'm dark haired, dark eyed), and my eyes widened when I saw how he had grown! I knew from spying on him that his dick was a normal 18-year old 6-incher, which he, like any teen, had been jerking off since he was 11 years. He found out about guys just before he got his driver's license, and Tommy (my son) and his best friend Rick lost their cherries to each other soon after. O.k., so it isn't the most scrupulous thing to do, spying on your own son while he sucks dick for the first time, or jerks off his buddies, or such, but hey, how else was I supposed to keep up on my son's development. O.k., that's a lame excuse. I just liked watching two 16 year-old boys go at it, especially when one is my son. Rick was also a damn hung teen boy! Tommy couldn't get enough of Rick's 9-inch teen dick, and to give Rick his due, he loved having my son cum in his mouth. But what was throbbing between his legs was a bit larger than Rick's 9-incher. At the sight of it, my 36-inch limp pecker began to grow, but my son's was already rock hard. It still looked like a teen boy's rod and nuts, but the WereQueer gene had gone overboard. Normally, we grew from an average dick to a 2-footer or so on the first transformation, with the rest growing as you finished puberty. Not my son! His 18 year-old penis was as massive as my own 35 year-old cock. Four feet of throbbing dick stuck out from in front of him, each nut bigger than a watermelon (yes, I know I've used that analogy before, but it's hard to find things to compare our nuts to!), and precum spitting out the tip. He looked at me, panic and lust in his face. We were about 5 feet apart, so our dicks overlapped by several feet. I could feel hot splashes on my body from his precum, and I could see his body getting wet with mine. I saw his nostrils flare as he smelled my scent, and I could feel my head filling with his. I knew from experience that soon he would be beyond reason, that soon lust would fill him. It takes a few transformations before you can control the lust rampaging through your body, and longer before you can control what happens when you smell another WereQueer in heat. I decided to help him through this moment, so I did exactly what my dad did to me, 19 years ago. I turned around, our dicks slamming against each other, causing us both to grunt is pleasure, and bent over, my nuts hanging past my knees, almost to my ankles, my erect dick sticking past my face, drooling precum into the hall carpet. The sight of my manhole did it. Reason totally left him as the sight of a hole to fuck filled his eyes. He lunged forward, and I felt his massive, bulbous cockhead ricochet off my ass. I reached back and grabbed it and lowered him down until he was on target. Without any thought, he lunged forward, and I grunted as I felt him split me in two. His dickhead, half as wide as my hips, popped in, followed by a good foot of shaft as he powered into me. Good thing WereQueers can take anything up their ass without damage! I felt him shove more and more shaft into me, loosing his cock-cherry to my hole (his anal cherry would come later that night). Soon 3 of his 4 feet of dick were in me and I started encouraging him to fuck me. “C'mon Son, plough your dad with that monster dick! Fuck me like you fuck Rick!” Nothing so intelligible was coming from his mouth, only incoherent groans and shouts of lust. He power-fucked my gaping hole, taking foot long thrusts, and I could feel his head carve a path through my guts; however, something don't change even when you're a WereQueer, and one of those things is that 18 year-olds cum very quickly. I felt his dick get even harder, like a rod of hot steel, the head swell, filling my guts even more, then he screamed and I felt the first burst of sperm fill me. For a solid minute his first jet blasted into me, then a second jet, as large as the first. As deep as my ass is, there was too much cum even for it. On the 3rd blast, his juice sprayed back at him, coating his nuts and groin, as did the next dozen shots. By the time he was done, him, my back and legs, and the floor, not to mention his the entire front of his body, were dripping with 18 year-old cum. I too had cum, from feeling my son's 48 inch penis cum inside me, the cum arching out from my dick some splashing on my face, the rest shooting down the hall, 8, 10, 12 feet until it splashed against my bedroom door. The length from us to my bedroom was also soaked in cum. He pulled out from me, slowing shrinking down to limpness, only 3 feet dangling over his enormous nuts. Mine too had subsided, but I knew it wouldn't last long. “Dad?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper, “What the hell is going on! I mean, there I was standing in my room, suddenly my dick swelled so much it busted my pants, I come out here, and you're naked and I just fucked you!!” His voice rose as he spoke, climbing towards a panic. I hurried to explain before he either got hard again and had to cum before thinking properly, or he got himself into a good panic! “Son, Son, Son!” I said, eventually having to shout to be heard over him. “Everything is perfectly O.K., you're just a WereQueer.” That stopped him in his tracks. “WereQueer?” he asked, “What the Hell is that?” “It's just like a Werewolf,” I explained, “only, well, different.” “Yeah, I can see that,” he replied wryly. I smiled. If he could start to joke about it, then he was starting to calm down. I invited him into my bedroom to explain further. I explained how we'd been around for a long time, and that every full moon, his cock and lust would grow to immense proportions. By the time I got that out, his cock was growing again, blood flowed to it as he got hard, and soon his pecker was sticking straight up, past his head, spitting precum over both of us. I pushed him down rolled him over so he was lying on his dick, the head well past his own head, wetting my bed. Before he could say anything, I got behind him and put my dickhead against his ass. My cock was almost as wide as his teen hips, and I could hardly wait to take his boyhole. Tommy was writhing on top of his cock, the head sticking out past his own head, pissing precum onto my pillows. His mouth and both hands were moving over as much cock as he could. My own 4-foot meat was causing a river to run down his crack, pooling in the incredible mass of his nut sack. I let my weight fall down on him, and his hole started to open. He was screaming in ecastcy, and I was doing the same! Ever since my son had been born I had been thinking about his day—the day my son became a full WereQueer. The head shoved into him, and his hips and belly expanded to take the volleyball sized head. I shoved and grunted, and a foot of shaft slipped in. I was about halfway in and knew he probably couldn't take me, until he reared back on his knees and took another foot into himself in one thrust. His mighty young dick exploded! I could feel his monster-nuts draw up against mine, and his ass clenched, and I watched as his enormous cockhead opened, and his 2nd WereQueer load sprayed out. Since he was almost at the headrest of my bed, it splashed against it, spraying back and over us. As the first hot splashes of my son's cum landed on me, I began to unload myself into him. I lay on top of him, 3 feet of dick buried in his guts, my cum pissing out in a steady fountain. I knew how I came. For 5 solid minutes I shot cum like a hose…no blasts, just a steady stream that shot out a good 10, 15 feet, or would have if it wasn't spraying into my son's boy hole, filling it up and spraying out of his full hole. Then the stream started to subside, and after 10 total minutes, I was done. My son had come again, and my room was ankle deep in man-juice. We spent the rest of the night fucking, sucking and playing with our enormous dicks. He sat on me, his dick between us, the 2 of us working it over, all sorts of stuff! All the fun you can have with 2 four-foot dicks, nut sacks that are as big as Glad trash bags, and loads that are properly measured in gallons (and lots of them!) Now, let me tell you how WereQueer is supposed to work. The gene hits, your cock grows to immense proportions, and the next morning you no longer have 4 feet of dick (4 feet is average for a WereQueer. The King of the WereQueers had an 8 foot dick during the full moon, and a 4 footer, normally!), but you do have at least a foot or so! Then over the next few years as you finish puberty; you grow, the average being 2 footer, with it doubling during the Full Moon. That's what mine did. Imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning, next to my son, and he was sporting something bigger than mine! He was lying there, asleep. Arching over his thigh was 30 inches, 2 1/2 feet, of limp dick, with nuts that had barely shrunk from the night before. As I watched, his penis began to grow, and soon 3 1/2 feet of super-teen pecker stood up along his chest, the head dripping precum into his face. I knew soon he'd wake up from that, and from the way he was hard, I knew he'd wake up needing to cum. He started to wake due to the precum dripping into his face, and when he woke up, the first thing he saw was his Daddy bent over, his own rock-hard 2-footer throbbing, nuts drawn up. My boy, overcome with lust, didn't even think. He just ran over and rammed his super-cock home. I screamed as his monster-dong split me open, and continued as he pumped me for several hours, cumming every few minutes, filling my ass to overflowing, until the floor was ankle-deep in our splooge, both his and mine. As we came down from our father/son orgy, and my own dick got to spend some time in my son's ass, I started to wonder…the WereQueer hierarchy is decided by the biggest dick. I've fucked around with the King of the WereQueers, and talked to him, and his dick wasn't as big as my son's when he first transformed. Could my son be the next king? If his cock growth continued, he sure would be!

My ass is definitely popular. I’ve been to a lot of places with a lot of hot holes and many tops always come back to shoot their load in me before they’re done. I didn’t expect anything like this from a bath house! My record is right around 50 and I really had to work for it to find guys on apps to come breed. My only regret is I didn’t get any pics or video at all. One of my regular buddies was there, should have at least got some great pics of my hole pressed against the glory hole!

He slammed his cock into me one final time and came in me. HE fell across my back and said, “you are the bottom’s faggot the only way you’ll cum tonight or ever is by your own hand or with a cock deep in your slutty hole.” I hoped he was wrong, but I did just cum again with him pounding me. Pozzed Cheerleader 3 The 6 of us laid about the room that wreaked of cum and ass. Jamie and I were sticky with cum that seemed to be everywhere like sand from the beach. George fumbled about in his bag and produced two butt plugs and told Jamie and I to get on all 4’s. We promptly did as we were told, and with no lube George with urging from the others pushed into our well-fucked holes butt plugs. “That’ll keep the bug in there” he chuckled and the rest of them laughed with him. Mike was right in front with a very large but flaccid cock. I started to lean forward and take him in my mouth, but someone pulled me off the bed and Jamie with me. We were pulled to our feet and guided into the bathroom where there was a large shower that was big enough for 4 people to fit in almost comfortably. Jamie and I were instructed to get in, on our knees and kiss like we liked each other. I was not used to kissing guys, but I could only assume that Jamie was. His tongue was in my mouth before I even had a chance to get ready. I liked it. I found myself getting hard. I slowly started to jack myself, but Jamie stopped me. I could sense George, Dan, Mike and Javon gathering around us to watch. Which really made it hotter, and then I felt it…. From George a golden stream of piss spraying off of my forehead, and then one from Dan hitting Jamie in the face. Javon and Mike sprayed our chests and necks and as if on cue they all focused in on our mouths. Jamie was open mouth kissing me and we were swallowing the golden sweet nectar of our gifter’s. Jamie and I were covered head to toe with cum and piss. Javon pulled Jamie out of the shower still covered and into the arms of George and Dan, who let him to the whirlpool. Mike joined Javon and I in the shower. I felt their mouths all over me. Mike bent me at the waist and I took Javon’s flaccid cock into my hungry mouth where he still had some piss for me. I had never done a “golden shower” before let alone swallowing piss. I felt Mike tug at my plug. It went in easier than it was coming out. In the other room, I could hear Jamie struggling. What I come to learn later was he was sitting on Dan’s 9 inch cock and George, with the help of a ton of extra lube and some really strong poppers, was trying and painfully succeeding to double penetrate his well fucked ass. Jamie had tears in his eyes but when George finally slid in next to Dan’s behemoth dong. Jamie came covering Dan’s chest and neck. I could hear Jamie scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Mike smacked my ass and as Javon turned on the shower, he said, ‘that it is going to be you soon.” I was nervous, but excited. Mike slid his cock into my once virgin now gaping hole. He winked at Javon as Jovon hardened in my mouth. I could feel the cum and piss rinse away from my body. Javon pulled me off of Mike’s thick hammer and in one swift motion hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and Mike aimed Javon’s cock into my cunt. He bounced me up and down on his cock, and I am no lightweight. I stand nearly 6 foot tall and nearly 200 lbs. I am no lightweight, but Javon held me and bounced me on his cock like I was a rag doll. I felt Mike’s cock slither along my ass crack up next to Javon. Mike whispered in my ear, “you are about to get what Jamie got, but no help from the ‘nottle’’. I really did not know what that meant, but I soon found out as Mike lined up his cock next to Javon and pushed. It felt like I was constipated backwards. I thought they were going to split me in two, but as soon as that thought hit my little cock crazy party brain. Mike was in my slutty gaping hole. I felt a rush of pain and pleasure. I was pleasing two men at once with my faggot ass. If I could get a 3rd in my mouth I was have invited him in. Mike pushed all the way into me until I felt both his and Javon’s balls touching my taint. I begged them to fuck me slowly. I did not get that request. They took turns power fucking my hole. Mike would pull out and then slam it in then Javon would take over. From the other room, I could hear Jamie’s squealing with pleasure as he took a pounding from Dan’s donkey dick and Geoge’s meaty rod. “You two sluts are going to poz in no time,” Dan announced as he came in Jamie from George’s relentless fucking. I knew my time was coming soon. I wanted them to poz me. I wanted to free to be fucked by anyone on campus. I wanted to spread my seed to others and free them whether they knew it or not. Javon came in me as he jammed his cock along with Mike’s cock as deep in me as they could. While Javon was still deep in my ass he Mike erupted as well. From the other room, George came with renewed vigor into Jamie. Both Javon and Mike pulled their spent cocks from my abused and cunted ass, but before my gaping hole had a chance to retreat back to form. Mike inserted the anal plug back into me. I slumped to my knees and Javon killed the shower. I wish he would have left it on. I could have the relaxing shower, but as the water drained. Javon ordered me to look up. As I did another stream of piss struck me across the face and I opened my mouth to let it flow in and I felt another from behind me as Mike joined the fun. When they were done they invited Dan and George to join the ‘shower brigade”, but George said that Jamei was drinking straight from the tap. What sluts they have created this day! 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Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]

Before the main event, here's some necessary background. Tyler Evans Jr, known as TJ and Matt Williams, known as MJ are lifelong friends who share a birthday. Growing up next door to each other, their dads are also friends. MJ was born prematurely, in the seventh month and his mom died in childbirth. TJ was full term and born exactly an hour later. TJ's mom ran off with a truck driver when he was 2 years old. Matt and Tyler, the elders are college friends and partners in a construction company. Today is their 18th birthday and the 2 of them have something special planned. While TJ is black and MJ white, they'd always considered themselves to be brothers and they never spent a day apart. Matt Sr came down to the kitchen, surprised to see that his son was already awake and had breakfast on the table. Both dressed only in boxers and wifebeaters, it was always casual attire at this hour. "Happy 18th Birthday, my young man! What are your plans for today?" He gave his son a chaste kiss on his forehead. MJ had grown into quite an attractive man, he'd inherited his late mother's bright red hair, but he was otherwise his father's son, 6' tall and toned with a hairy chest, a trim moustache and from what he could see, an ample package. "I think a proper kiss is in order!" MJ exclaimed, surprising his dad by pulling his face close and parting his lips. Though shocked, his dad responded and they kissed passionately for a minute. Pulling back, he said, "TJ and I have the same things planned. As a matter of fact, he and Uncle Ty are most likely doing just what we are right now. You see, we've known about you and Uncle Ty for quite some time. Don't worry, if we weren't fine with it, I wouldn't have kissed you like that, but I've wanted this for the longest time." Taken aback and yet relieved Matt Sr heaved a sigh. "How did you find out? How long have you known? How much do you know? Why did you wait until now to tell me this? Are you and TJ both fine with having gay dads?" "Since we never saw you dating any women, but you guys were out every night, we decided to get on our bikes and follow you, we were 14 at the time. Your red truck is hardly inconspicuous and when we saw it parked at B&S Tavern with the rainbow flag, it didn't take a genius to figure it out. I'd known for sure I'm gay since I was 10, but it wasn't until that night that I told TJ. He came out to me and we had our first kiss. I think we know every dirty detail and dirty isn't bad. If you remember, it was about that time I wanted to work for the CIA as an agent. Thanks to your generous allowance, I was able to buy tiny cameras which I put all over the house and we've seen everything! There was no need for us to buy porn when we had 2 hot studs enjoying each other and the occasional other men!" Next door, at the Evans house, the conversation went like this. "So you see, dad, MJ and I have known for quite some time and you have our approval as well as our blessings! Today, I'm officially a man and I want to be kissed like one!" He pulled his father's face to his and they kissed deeply. "Maybe it's wrong to speak ill of the woman who gave birth to you, but I'm glad you're nothing like her" Ty said. "From the day you were born, you were the image of me and as amazing as that is, I'm proud of the sweet, smart man you've grown into. If you don't mind me saying so, you and MJ are both sexy! Breakfast is gonna get cold. Let's eat!" Back at the Williams residence, MJ had just loaded the dishwasher when he got a text from TJ, 'Dishwasher loaded, do you want us there?' He replied, 'As soon as you can and don't bother getting dressed, just use the gate!' To be continued? Feedback appreciated.

Short but sweet encounter. Friend of mine is getting married and rented out a small 12 unit motel in Palm Springs for the weekend. 3 of the units were not used as there were a number of couples sharing a room. The whole property was unlocked for us to use, one of the empty rooms had a full fridge that we used as our shared beer and liquor kitchen. Every room had the standard bed in the main room, a closet, and bathroom. Each bathroom had a back door that gave access to a small patio with chairs to hang or smoke, and you could access everyone else's back door. Sure enough after raging and partying - it was about 3:30am with most people passed out (including my husband)... I went in the back of my room to light up some 420 in my robe and one of the married straight guys wandered over after sniffing it. I offered him some, and we sat around making small talk. He complimented my legs and was a little drunk and flirty. So I pretended to accidentally to expose my now semi hard cock, and he stopped, starred, and immediately started sucking on it. It was hot but it was getting a little noisy, so I told him let's sneak into one of the empty units. We fooled around and after some mutual sucking, we jerked off together and shot on each others chests. The next day he was a little weird (as if I'm going to expose him to his pregnant wife). After he realized I was playing it cool - he found excuses to rub past me when no one was looking and eventually be alone with me in the shared kitchen and ask if we're going to smoke again tonight. I said, let's see if I can stay up. Sure enough later that night, we met up in the same room - but this time I was douched and he nervously got it in and started to fuck me when the door opened. It was another drunken bachelor who was like woah woahhhhhhh. We were both a little worried he would sound the alarm, but he closed the door and asked why we didn't invite him. I got fucked by two horned up, drunken married bachelors, then went back to sleep in bed with my husband. Can't wait to run into them at the wedding later this year.

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.

For some reason this reminded me of Goldilocks... "And the third load was just right..." Both of these tops were fools to pass up the chance to breed you. Hopefully you found better guys to take their place.

This is a hot, sweet story. You could end it right here or carry it on further. In either case, thanks for writing and sharing it with us.

I’ve taken around 2000 guy’s loads, been on PrEP for all by the first 100 or so. I’ve had 2 STDs, one treated with a Z Pack and the other a shot in the ass. Just recently got the HPV Vaccine too. I went to an abstinence only school system so was pretty sure my dick would fall off just from kissing another boy. We were absolutely lied to about the prevalence of STDs here. Fucking guys that get tested ever 6 months as part of a PrEP follow up is relatively low risk. During the entire pandemic I’ve been cruising occasionally, hundreds of raw cocks from total strangers in a dark park and haven’t caught anything. Your milage may vary.

Your stories are always good and I don't mind the big ones, they are great

I go through spurts where I'll visit the site several times a day because a topic popped up that interested me, and then there are times I can go several days or longer without visiting. In terms of content I know what I like and what I can constructively (or at least positively) contribute to and typically stick with those. There are things I am not really into, and may give some of those topics a passing read to see what is currently going on but usually I just don't click on them. I think that with age and experience we get fairly decent at separating the fact from fantasy posts. I mainly look at this site as a fun way to discuss experience, learn some new trick or technique, flirt a little with others, and read some stories which may or may not be real but what the hell, a little escape from the day is a good thing. I do see a number of topics that seem like a repost, and usually just ignore them. After all, how any times should I describe the first cock I sucked? That has to be boring as hell to read after a while! I can understand the argument that an impressionable person may take some posts or topics as reflecting the real world and act without considering the consequences. But fantasy is a lot of the world wide Web, if they weren't drawing questionable conclusions from here they can get them from numerous other sites. I have to give kudos to the moderators, they have an overwhelming task of making sure things get steered to the correct location and removing stuff that goes outside the rules. In the end, I think there are a lot of good people on this site that are more than willing to talk with people that have questions and will give them honest answers. There is a lot of fantasy on this site, and I'm going to guess that 99‰ of those fantasy posts stay as fantasy. For me it is a fun escape from the day when I do spend some time reading the stories and imagining myself living the experiences. And I have to say thanks to rawTop for getting this site started, and all the techs and moderators who keep it from going off the rails. And all the great contributors with their topics, comments, pics, and the occasional dirty one-on-one messages!

That big a cock can be intimidating but only if you let that worry rule your mind. When I first started hooking up with guys outside of my buds one of them was this truly horse hung white boy. I had to tell him I'd never taken a cock that big before and he said he heard that all the time but was good at being gentle and easing guys into taking it. He promised he would be with me too and we talked it out before I took him. He used a de-sensitizing lube and we did weed before and poppers during and that helped make it easier to take his cock. Once he shot that first load in me it got a lot easier and got him balls deep in me for his second load. He let me breed him as he needed a breather and after that he pumped two more loads in me, fucking me quite a bit harder those times. After that he was spent and let me breed him again. I was so good at taking his cock that we routinely hooked up until he got a BF, but even with the BF we still hook up from time to time as he has a really high sex drive.

Chapter 12 I was home, I looked in the mirror. I still wasn’t out, only Sally and my new friends knew I was gay and yet here I was almost certainly poz, and a bareback bottom. I was comfortable being homosexual, and looking at myself, I felt comfortable being poz. I felt that this was where I was always meant to be, and now I was free to be myself. I wouldn’t tell anyone until it was finally confirmed, but I would go out and enjoy myself. I dropped by Luke and Joe’s to see how they had been this week. Joe let me in . ‘Luke’s still at work, he won’t be back til later’ Joe said. ‘ So if you want a bit of fun I’m game. To be honest I’m gagging for cock. As a result of that stupid bet I’ve been off prep a week and I’ve not let Luke fuck me cos he’s not been taking his meds properly! I’ve had to make do with just sucking his cock’ I jumped at the chance, kissing Joe and following him to the bedroom . We stripped quickly, and Joe lay back. I worked my way to his cock, taking him in my mouth, sucking him to hardness. The thought that I could slide my poz cock in Joe and possibly breed him had me rock hard. I sucked hard on his balls before turning him over . I spread Joes legs and started rimming his hole. I worked my tongue round his opening, I wanted it as lubed as possible. I pulled his legs up and climbed behind him positioning my cock before sliding in. I didn’t give him the opportunity to mention condoms. ‘You want this cock Joe’ I whispered ‘ God yes just fuck me’ he rasped back . I fucked him hard, looking at my cock as it rammed in and out of his hole. I could feel my cum rising, I was determined to fill his arse with my poz load. ‘I’m going to fill you, I haven’t cum in days Joe’ I panted. ‘Just do it, I want it, give it me!’ I slammed in him as I shot my load, pushing hard and keeping my cock in as my newly toxic seed entered its target. I slowly slid out, pushing my fingers in, working the cum back in his hole. ‘Fuck I needed that Neil’ ‘so did I, and stay off that prep, you’re much sexier without it ‘ I said, kissing him. I left after dressing, making arrangements to catch up later in the Molly. I was getting ready when my phone buzzed. A message came through from an unknown number. I looked ‘ Hi, this is Archie, from Gino’s clinic. Are you ok?’ I felt a stirring, was he interested? ‘Yeah fine pal’ I responded. ‘ I don’t know why but I can’t stop thinking about you since….’ ‘ since what?’ I asked. I worked out he must have got my number from my med file. ‘Since you fucked me in the sauna and then tested positive. I might be poz’ ‘I think you’re probably safe, I didn’t get the fuck flu til after that ‘ I texted ’ but I think that you’re hard now, like you were in the surgery. And I think you want my poz cock in you .’ There was a silence , no message came back. That said it all. He was mine for the taking. ‘Meet me in the basement sauna at midnight’ I messaged . You can have my cum in you ‘ I continued. There was no response. But I would go to the sauna just to see at midnight. We all met up at the Molly, had a good night, Joe with a big smile most of the night. I wasn’t going to tell Luke what had happened, I wanted to let my status lie low for the time being. Sally was still with Ty and we were having a good night, when my alarm buzzed on my phone. 11.45 . I made my excuses, ‘sorry guys, got a bit of a hot date at midnight’ I said ‘ gotta rush - I’ll catch up tomorrow’ I walked along the street, paying the entrance fee at the sauna, before undressing and grabbing a towel. I went to the showers and waited. Almost exactly on time Archie sauntered along, looked round entering the showers, before catching my eye. I moved behind him, kissing the back of his neck and soaping his back, moving my hands down to his ass. I felt him spread his legs allowing me access to his hole. ‘Follow me’ I whispered as I soaped his hole. I took his hand and led him to a cubicle, pulling him inside and locking the door. ‘ lie down’ Archie complied. ‘I’m going to spread your legs. I will suck your cock and then I will fuck you bareback. Are you on prep?’ I asked. ‘No not yet’ he replied. ‘Good! You know I’m poz, and toxic and you crave that poz cum in you, don’t you?’ He looked down, said nothing, but nodded. ‘Say it’ I ordered.’yes I do’ he whispered. ‘ I know how you feel, I was the same’ I started sucking his cock as he lay back. I also licked his hole and positioned my cock at his entrance as I lubed it. ‘ I’m going to slide my poz cock in you . You can tell me to stop at any time but I know you won’t, because you secretly want me to cum in you and convert you don’t you. ?’ He nodded again ‘yes ‘ he whispered. ‘ I don’t know why though, it just turns me on.’ ‘it’s a natural calling, some guys are meant to be bottoms, taking seed and just being a poz bottom pig’ I am like that, I take all loads. You are the same’ I slid in him, picking up my pace. We never broke eye contact . He knew what was going to happen . I was on the verge of cumming when he said ‘wait….’ . ‘Too late, ‘I growled as I slammed into him, shooting my seed as I pinned him down, again keeping my cock in him for a while. ‘Keep that in you, or I’ll tell Gino’ I said, as I grabbed my towel. Archie looked she’ll shocked. Was he sobbing? I kissed him. ‘Be who you are, don’t regret it’ I said as I slipped out of the door. I showered and let the feeling of power run through me, I was loving this first poz weekend, topping twice. I would catch up with Sally tomorrow wondering if I should tell her of my conversion……….. to be continued………

My generation was one of the last ones here in Germany for which it was obligatorious by law to get a smallpox vaccination in the 1970s as a little child before the extinction of smallpox which led to the cancellation of the compulsory vaccination. I still wear the vaccination scar on my shoulder. Monkeypox is much less dangerous and virulent as smallpox, but it is not harmless and we should take it serious. All the younger ones who never got a vaccination should ask their doctors for it. The smallpox vaccine even gives a cross immunity against monkeypox. As far as I know there is enough vaccine stockpiled in the US and the EU. Furthermore there is an antiviral drug named Tecovirimat authorized in the US since 2018 and in the EU since a few months which seems to be a very potent envelope protein inhibitor which "prevents the virus from leaving an infected cell, hindering the spread of the virus within the body" ([think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tecovirimat). All the older ones as me which got vaccinated in their childhood should ask their doctors for an refreshing vaccination because it may lose a significant part of its effectiveness. So let us take the challenge seriously, but not panic or get fearfully paralyzed. Thanks for your attention, gentlemen! 🙂

I lived in Africa 3 years back in the 80's, yes there are infectious agents that many other places are not familiar with. Similar things happened with the European invasion of the world where disease was spread to populations with no immune resistance. It is not about "welfare". The ease of travel today exposes all peoples to infectious agents. Pointing blame is silly and misguided at the least, including Covid.

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 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.

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

I got fucked and bred Sunday. So, I was inspired As I did another stream of piss struck me across the face and I opened my mouth to let it flow in and I felt another from behind me as Mike joined the fun. When they were done they invited Dan and George to join the ‘shower brigade”, but George said that Jamei was drinking straight from the tap. What sluts they have created this day! Pozzed Cheerleader 4 We all showered and crashed. I took a bed and was sandwiched between Javon and Dan while George and Mike pulled Jamie onto the bed we all fucked and came. They were the piggiest of the group. It is not like we got much sleep. Whenever one of them woke up with an inkling to fuck or get sucked Jamie and I were wakened up and we did our job for the evening. I thin between the four of them Jamie and I took a load from each of them. They were insatiable. Even Jamie took another took at my over-fucked hole. I leaked cum all night. The next morning, they were all dressed and the room looked like nothing ever happened. George gave us our cash and told us he would be in touch and if-and-when we got sick we were to call this doctor and he gave us each a card. I recognized the name. It was our award winning QB from the later 70’s. Until, he continued, keep fucking anything that moves or will fuck you. We will be back here in two weeks. We will have more guys looking to pump loads into cheerleader and football asses…positive or negative. “You have the room till noon, have fun you two” he cheered and the four of them walked out the door. Leaving Jamie and I naked and alone. We both just collapsed in the bed. We had 4 hours to kill, the first time we did was order some room service. While we waited on room service. I reached around to my tender hole and felt the large plug that had been pulled and re-inserted many times over the last 12 hours. Jamie flipped me over and gently pulled the plug out. Then I felt his warm mouth on my hole. It felt…good. There was a knock at the door. Jamie pulled on a robe and tucked away his hard-on. I laid in the bed with my ass leaking countless loads. When I heard, “Damn George and the boys did a number on you boys” from a nameless faceless room service porter. Then I felt a hand run up my leg and finger my hole while Jamie just let him do it to me. “Shut the door,” he said. “George told me to stop by and get some, but I didn’t know it was this hot.” I finally looked up to see who next was going to take some of my ass. I recognized him from the wall of fame. He was an all-Big10 wideout that blew out his knee two years prior and lost his scholarship and was now working his way through school. He ordered Jamie to come over and suck his cock to get him hard. From behind me, I could hear sucking and slurping sounds. I felt the bed shift as he got one bed and once again he commanded Jamie to rim his ass while he bred this slut. I felt the bed shift as Jamie got on behind him and with little resistance he sank his cock deep into my well fucked ass. “Damn George and them wore you out boy” he quipped. I later remembered his name was Jamal. He pounded my ass hard and long. His cock was a good 7.5 inches. I could hear Jamie rimming his ass. We had formed a good rhythm. I was sure he could not keep up this pace with Jamie eating his ass. I was wrong. Jamal had staying power drilled his cock deep into me over and over. The 3 of us sweated and toiled together on the bed for nearly 20 minutes. When Jamal said he was going to breed my ass. I felt his cock spasm in my ass and he shot 5 or 6 ropes of thick cum coating my insides with his cum. “Add my tainted load in there along with the others, he growled. That answered my next question. He grabbed the plug that was laying on the bed and it slid easier that it had all night into my ass. “I got an idea for you cum sluts” Jamal said as he jumped off the bed and grabbed our pancakes from the room service cart. He ordered me to squat over the plate. He pulled the pug from my ass and his cum flowed from my cunt onto the pancakes. I knew what was next. Jamie and I each had our own cum coated pancake that we devoured. Jamal just laughed at us, took our names and numbers and assured us that he and others wouldl be calling us. Jamie and I shared a shower without our plugs and let the cum and piss just flow from us. We washed each other, we had bruises and hickies all over our bodies. I felt tattered and torn, and a bit apprehensive as to what was coming next. I powered on my cell phone and realized I had 13 missed calls from my girlfriend and about 20 texts. Yeah, she can be a bit dramatic. I pulled on my clothes from the night before as I listened to her messages and as I listened to the first each one got meaner and nastier as she got drunker and as I was not returning her call or demand for dick. I could see Jamie smirking as he knew her. I read the texts and the images she had sent of her dancing with the football team and then some sent to me from other of her on her knees doing what I had been doing the night before but with the football team. I wasn’t even mad, but I wanted revenge. I was going to make it my goal to poz the football team. That is if the brutal fuckings from last night and today succeeded in their mission to breed Jamie and I, i do know that it did succeed in one mission. It made me a No Loads Refused Cum Slut More to Cum

Pozzed Cheerleader 2 “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy manpole into Jamiee’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride Pozzed Cheerleader 2 Jamie took Dan’s 9inch pole like a champion. I never saw a cock that big in person. George had about half his cock in my hole while Dan continued to sink his monster into Jamie. Javon held the brown bottle under my nose while George sank his cock into me. I could feel his wiry pubes on my bare ass. Jamie was starting to think clearly again and he muttered, “they are trying to poz us!” But Mike stuffed his cock back into his mouth and made him inhale deep off of the brown bottle. I did not know what Jamie meant. So I played along. I looked back at George without letting Javon fall out of my “gay for pay” mouth. Wtih my eyes, I begged him to fuck me. George did not care what I thought. He was going to fuck me whether or not Icared or wanted him to do it. He would pull nearly all the way out and drive back in all the way into the hilt. My cock was rock hard. I wanted to jerk off, but my hands were busy holding myself up sucking Javon’s cock while George brutally fucked me. Dan was fucking Jamie just as hard. Right next to me. Being very vocal. Jamie was sucking Mike’s huge black cock. When Javon said it was his turn. He switched with Dan and Mike switched with George. I went from sucking black cock to being fucked by one. Mike was bigger than George, but all he did was spit on his cock and pushed into me. I lowered my mouth onto Dan. The fight in Jamie was just about all gone. I was not sure what it was all about, but he was eagerly sucking George and taking Javon’s dark meat. Jamie and i were fucked by the two dark gods for what seemed like forever. My knees were beginning to hurt from the rug burns. Javon said he wanted to switch with Mike and offered us to get on the bed. Without ever pulling off of their cocks they lifted us both and took us to the bed then they switched. While Dan and Geroge switched too. Dan got behind me and took over fucking my ass. He rolled me onto my back and I guess he thought I was ready for him since I had gone up from George to Javon and now to the biggest in the room. Again, all I got for extra lube was spit. h/e stretched my ass wide. I could feel it tearing almost, and he went deep. I had tears in my eyes. He must have got off seeing the pain that I was in cause he drove his massive cock deep in my ass. When he did that I came without my cock. “Looks like we have another true bottom boy here, George.” Dan quipped, “you know how to pick them.” He continued, “We are going to knock you up and then use you to spread it across campus.” I was still unsure what he meant, but Jamie finally back to reality but too far lost in lust for huge cock to care. I will admit. I was too far gone in cock lust to care either for that matter. My own girlfriend could walk in and I would beg Dan to keep fucking me. Javon and Mike were taking turns fucking Jamie each power fucking him 10 to 15 thrusts each then switch. George was at the head of the bed slowly stroking his cock just waiting his turn somewhere. Dan was getting close to cumming, he began to hold up his stroke in my ass. I could feel his large cock pulsing in me. He was breeding me. He was knocking me up as they were saying. Dan roared and said, “take my poz seed slut, after tonight you are no longer ‘gay for pay’ but poz no woman will want you!” It was then that it hit what they all meant. What the biohazard tats all meant. Javon unloaded in Jamie. Pozzing his negative cunt as well. Dan’s cock still huge, but finally retreating from my used ass. He grabbed a champagne glass and held it under my slit and caught as much of his tainted seed as he could. Mike moved Javon out of the way before Jamie could push any of his tainted load out. When Dan was done I could see a glass half full of pink sperm. Where they had made me bleed from my first time fucking. George took it from his hand and forced me to drink about half of it. He ordered me to hold it in my mouth and kiss and give it to Jamie. I kissed Jamie, my first ever man-to-man kiss. I pushed my load into his mouth and he took it all. He swished it around in his mouth like mouthwash swallowed some and with me still on my back. He spit the rest back into my mouth. I swallowed it. Mike was now cumming in Jamie with a loud grunt. Leaving George the only one at this time who has not cum. h/e got between my legs and lined up his 7inch cock with my well fuck hole and plunged in as deep as he could. He jackhammered my ass for a good 5 minutes before he blew his tainted load in me. George withdrew his deflating cock from me. All four of them left the bed to Jamie and I to wallow in their leaking jizz, tainted and poz jizz. Jamie pulled me up onto all four’s and licked and ate my ass. My cock got rock hard. I thought of fucking him, but he pushed me down on the bed. “I am going to blow my last negative load in your straight ass” he snarled into my ear and to the cheers of George, Dan, Mike and Javon. His barely 6 inch cock squelched right into me. He pounded me hard like he was taking something out on me. He slammed his cock into me one final time and came in me. HE fell across my back and said, “you are the bottom’s faggot the only way you’ll cum tonight or ever is by your own hand or with a cock deep in your slutty hole.” I hoped he was wrong, but I did just cum again with him pounding me. More to Cum love the great feedback And the hot chat keep it up And I will keep you up Joey

Fist time I had sex I asked the guy to wrap it up, as I thought that was what you were supposed to do, He said he would, I believed him and went about our fun. It wasn’t until we were done that I saw then wrapped up condom laying on the bed. I was secretly thrilled but played off that I was mad. In a totally calm, unapologetic way he said “too late now! You didn’t think I was gonna be the first one in you and not leave my DNA??? Stupid bottom!!!” Excellent top.

Part 8 I lost track of whose tongue was in my mouth, and whose hands were doing what to my body. It was a tangle of naked bodies on the mat. I was lost in the sheer sexual energy, never having felt anything like this before. I felt Apollo’s fur brushing against my body — my chest, back and legs — as he explored me. At the same time, I felt Wil’s smooth skin soothing me as we melded into the sexual fray. Up became down, and down was up in our frenzy. At times I was on top of our pile, and then found myself on my back. All the while, Apollo was whispering to us, encouraging us. My mind was whirling. I never dreamed there could be a place like this — it was terrifying and exhilarating. “I want to see you fuck your boyfriend before I fuck you,” he whispered as the three of us made out together. I was pushed onto my back, someone sliding my jockstrap down my legs, and suddenly Wil was on top of me. Apollo was kneeling beside us, making out with Wil while one hand massaged my hardon. I knew I was rock hard, though I hadn’t topped at all tonight. “Sit on him,” Apollo instructed. Wil looked down at me, our eyes locking. For the first time I noticed his eyes were a brilliant blue, even in the club’s multicolored lighting. His face was handsome and boyish at the same time. He looked so vulnerable now, the cocky confidence he’d shown all night disappearing. And in that moment I realized he was afraid I’d say no and reject him. Apollo was reaching behind Wil, guiding my freshly lubed cock toward Wil’s hole. I felt my head insert. Itself into the diving where Wil’s hole was hiding. We froze in that moment. I hadn’t topped very often, and wasn’t sure I could pleasure Wil the way others had tonight. We just looked at each other, unexpectedly caught in our own insecurities. But I knew I wanted this. I wanted Wil, and had since the first time he smiled at me. I lifted my hips and slide inside Wil. It was like warm butter melting around my cock. I slowly began working my hips up and down, and let out a deep groan. Wil’s handsome faced contorted with surprise, disbelief, and pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me fiercely as I began to slowly fuck him. “Oh my gawd.” I don’t know which of us said it, maybe both. “That’s it,” Apollo said, “Let me see you ride your boyfriend’s nice cock.” Wil leaned back, settling his full weight on top of my groin, driving my dick all the way inside him. I had only topped a few times before. Being inside Wil felt unlike anyone else I’d fucked. His buttery ass was wrapped around my cock, and I could feel him using his muscles to milk my raging hardon. He kept his eyes locked with mine. “Show him how much you love his cock,” Apollo said. Wil began moving his hips and his legs simultaneously, working my dick so it was sliding in and out of his hole without my having to do anything. It felt amazing, and I let out a deep moan as the intense pleasure washed over me. My hands caressed Wil’s thighs, then moved across his red jockstrap that was barely containing his cock. I felt the smooth skin of his abs, and finally settled on his pecs. The beefy ginger was so fucking hot! I felt kinda drunk, though I hadn’t been drinking. The world seemed so surreal right now, Wil riding me, and surrounded by other men having sex. Apollo was right beside us, coaxing us. He kissed Wil, who seemed torn between keeping his eyes locked with mine, and surrendering to the the sculptured god next to him. I was so turned on watching them make out, but also felt this pang of jealousy that I wasn’t part of their embrace. Was Apollo going to take Wil next? I pictured Wil walking away with the god, leaving me alone on the mat. Apollo’s powerful hand rubbing my chest snapped me back into the moment. He whispered something into Wil’s ear as the sexy ginger took a hit of poppers. Then Apollo was leaning down and kissing me. Wil began riding me even harder. “He wants your load,” Apollo whispered. “Breed your boyfriend and I’ll give you my own gift.” His words stoked the fire inside me again. I began moving my hips, driving my dick up into Wil’s magic ass. “Oh my gawd! Fuck me!” Will said, breathing hard. “I’m not gonna last long,” I warned. “I want your load! Please!” He was pounding his ass down on my dick while I was driving upward. I saw the muscles in his body flexing as he worked himself into a frenzy, craving what I had to give him. He looked amazing! I felt my cock throbbing, readying for release. I had never cum inside someone before. The intensity was overwhelming. We were both moaning really loud, not caring about the others around us. “Breed him,” Apollo commanded. And the floodgates burst open. I felt waves of cum pumping through my cock, everyone one of them crashing deep inside Wil. He felt them too, rolling his head backward while riding the waves. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” My body spasmed as the waves continued to roll out, my cock suddenly feeling incredibly sensitive, and a mix of pleasure-pain gripping me. I couldn’t move any more, totally paralyzed by the intensity. Wil seemed to know, so he kept riding, driving my dick in and out of his ass, milking every drop of cum out of me. My body spasmed again. And again. Wil collapsed forward, kissing me deeply as the waves subsided. I reached up and ran a hand through his hair as he tenderly kissed me. His hair was soaked with sweat, which only made him sexier. The dichotomy of the moment wasn’t lost on me — Wil and I sharing a tender moment in the midst of a writhing pile of naked bodies. But their moans and groans of pleasure and pleasure-pain were just white noise in the background of our moment. Wil begrudgingly slipped off my dick, which was still hard. I felt the cooler air blowing across the cum-slick skin as Wil settled in beside me. We were both still breathing hard while we made out, our hearts pounding. “Thank you,” he whispered. “That was amazing,” I told him. He just kissed me again. My load was inside Wil. I’d never put a load inside someone before. I marveled at the thought that part of me was now part of him. I nuzzled against his sweaty body. I started to wonder what we would do next. Was he going to leave? There was an unexpected pang in my chest at the thought. Wil suddenly looked up, his gaze following the length of my body. His wicked ginger grin was suddenly back. “I think someone’s about to get fucked.” I felt my legs being lifted in the air. Apollo was there, kneeling at my ass, resting my legs on his shoulders as he positioned us for what was to come next. I felt cold glass under my nose. Wil pinched off one nostril saying, “I think you’re gonna want these. That’s it, babe. Take a deep huff. Now the other side. Take one more for good measure, babe. He’s packing.” As the poppers hit me, I felt disoriented, a mix of the magical rush and aftermath of the intense orgasm. Apollo was between my legs and at my hole. I felt the intense heat coming off the head of his cock, soothing my twitching hole. He was godlike, the sculpted torso looming over me. Was I really about to be fucked by someone like him? I’d seen these bodies in porn, I’d fantasized about it, but never believed it could be real. Then I felt the heated pressure against my hole, pushing it open again. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist this man. He closed his eyes as he smoothly sank his cock inside me. Despite being fucked earlier, my hole still needed to stretch to accommodate him. I groaned as my hole spasmed, but Apollo didn’t stop. He opened his smoldering eyes, seeing me and seeing through me at the same time. He shifted his hands to my ankles and spread my legs. I could clearly see his entire torso, mesmerized by the sleeping muscles in his 6 pack before the amazing feeling of his cock fucking me made my eyes roll back. “That’s it, babe. Let him take you.” Will kissed me eagerly as Apollo found his rhythm inside me. “Oh my gawd that’s amazing.” Apollo started to fuck me harder. He arched his back, spreading my legs even wider, I could see the taught muscles in my own legs from years of soccer. I felt totally powerless in his grip, unable to control what was happening to my body. He leaned forward, rolling me backward onto my upper back and shoulders, crushing the air out of me. Is this how wrestlers feel, I briefly thought. “You are so beautiful,” the god-like man said soothingly. Apollo’s body had a musky, masculine smell that was intoxicating. His thick cock was drilling down into me now. All I could do was grunt with each deep thrust. “Do you want the gift I have to give you?” “Yes,” I meeped out, still unable to get a full breath with his weight crushing me. It was somewhat frightening being this powerless. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t find Wil, and wondered if he had left me here. Apollo was consuming me, and I wanted him to keep going. Apollo kissed me deeply, never missing a stroke of his cock pleasuring itself inside my ass. He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the feelings coming from below. He rose up, pulling my legs into the air with him, my weight still on my shoulders in a position I didn’t think possible. I could breathe again. He started pounding away, my body quaking with the powerful thrusts. I had to spread my arms wide for balance. On the cool vinyl mat, and that was when I felt Wil still right beside me. I turned my head and saw he was captivated by the sight of Apollo drilling into me. I felt like I was half floating, my legs flailing as he relentlessly banged away at my hole. “Fuck, babe, that is SO HOT!!” I couldn’t speak. The most I could muster was a whimper. The god had me in his embrace. I was powerless to stop him. I wouldn’t stop him even if I could. I knew what he was offering. I wanted the gift he had for me. It was coming. “Give it to me! Apollo roared, drowning out the music and other sexual sounds in the loft. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, releasing the gift to me. Apollo’s seeds spread through my naked body, planting his gift within. I panted-moaned as he finished his conquest, his roar having brought everyone’s attention to his marking me. Apollo gentled lowered us back to the mat. My muscles were aching. He slid his generous cock out, but I still felt warm and full. ”Are you okay?” Wil asked softly, placing a hand on my heaving chest. I could only nod, words completely beyond my abilities at the moment. I felt incredibly vulnerable, exposed, but Wil felt like a safe haven. Apollo leaned in and kissed me. Then he kissed Wil. “That was beautiful. I hope you liked.” He rubbed my body, working his way from my shoulders down to my feet, as if examining a trophy he had won. In that moment I realized my sneakers and socks were gone, too. When had he stripped the last pieces of clothing from me? I felt even more exposed, keenly aware I was the only naked person in the Loft. He rubbed my feet, which felt amazing. “You are simply beautiful,” he said, and I felt myself glowing. Was I really that good looking that someone like him would notice me? I’d certainly never thought so before. He set my legs back onto the mat, kissed me again, then stood and walked away. Reality started to set in again. I was totally naked on a black vinyl mattress in middle of a room of guys having sex. My jock and and sneakers were MIA. This beefy ginger was cradling me in his arms, someone I’d not known a few hours ago, yet felt strangely connected to. He made me feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. Watching Apollo disappear down the stairs, I worried that Wil would be next to go. I imagined what my friends would say seeing me laying here — or worse, my family!!! I couldn’t even picture explaining to my family at a July 4th picnic what I’d done here tonight. I was suddenly that guy I heard others make fun of in the gay bars; the guy who had to go to the bookstore to get laid in secret. But tonight was different. This place was different. Sex was out in the open, and I saw a lot of really good looking guys. Hell, I’d just had sex with a god! My head was spinning again with the mix of emotions, and I wasn’t sure what to do with them all. Most importantly, I didn’t understand why I was craving more.

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

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..

Honestly I don’t think they care It’s quite a busy hotel given it’s location so there is a lot of people coming and going. I think the fact that so many use it and BBRTS is always full of party invites at this place, I think you’ll be fine 😈

Some scientists here in the UK say the reason there were proportionately more gay and bisexual men in the first lot of people testing positive for monkeypox is because they are more in tune with their sexual health and tend to get tested for STIs more regularly than the general population. It seems a plausible argument. Though it is one I have yet to see anywhere in the mainstream media. But, then, they're missing the clickbait generated by Covid. And clicks=revenue. So they've seized on monkeypox as the next click generator. If they can somehow link it to gay sex, they can clutch their pearls for their readers and it's a clear win-win for them. I've worked in the media far too long not to notice their cynical cogs clinking into gear.

A lot of good opinions, covering all points, but can someone tell me where a nice guy like myself can find some good, hard, bareback cock? 😇

Yeah, I suck a lot of dick and I've had it happen a lot. So many factors come into play - size, shape, angle, method, etc. Some work better than others. The worst jaw ache for me results from guys with really thin dicks. It's kind of like when you're trying to suck a thick frozen shake thru a small straw. Bigger dicks are usually a better fit but really thin ones seem to be harder for me to suck. Another problem is that if the dick angle and your angle of approach don't match well, then its a lot of work as well as you exert more jaw strength trying to keep your mouth around his dick. Usually I try to suggest a better angle but some guys are set on how they want to get sucked and they don't realize that position may not be the best. I just do my best and move on. If he's not open to other positions then he may get scratched from the regular rotation.

I think this is the one you mean. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/24863/super-hung-guy-in-theresome/ It's fucking hot. Oh, how I want to be that bottom!

Patience and enthusiasm and lots of lube should get you there. Also, remember, "size doesn't matter"... well, OK, I'll admit it does, but skill matters more. And on the technical side of things: 1. It probably isn't actually that big (see this link) 2. There are a bunch of topics on the "second ring" with helpful info including anatomy and suggestions. Here's a link to one that has some more detailed descriptions further down (page 4 I think):

I am SO going to use that! It's true with me. A guy can pound my ass and seed ne and as soon as he slides out of me, I pretty much want another cock. I could easily be a pass around bottom to be used by multiple guys as their cum dump. And I absolutely HATE being asked this question as its such a double edged sword. If I answer honestly I sound like a slut (which I am) and guys pass me up. I hate lying but I pretty much always do as most guys seem to want a chaste virginal guy (like there's any on Grindr or the apps). I've had a handful of guys who want me recently bred or to have a load (or loads) in my ass already. If I'm looking to top I never ask a guy who recently they've been fucked or if they took the load(s). I just don't care...I don't want anything to cause a no to happen, and that's what drives me crazy when guys ask this question of me. So from now on I'm just going to say it was too long ago with a wink and a smirk.

Mine is a dungeon scene. To be drugged at 1st stripped and shoved in a cage. Stay in the cage for a while and see guys come in and out of the dungeon fucking bottoms. Watching that for some time. Then my cage gets opened to be released to be dragged to a bench on the floor by a bunch of guys in full leather to a bench and get shackled tight. Whipped repeatedly pissed on in and repeated fucking while being forced to receive drugs to be kept spun. When they are done dragged on the floor and thrown in the cage for the next group. Wait for some time and watch others fuck while in the cage. Next group drag me to hang me on hooks feet tied wide on floor and have another group abuse me. Dragged and put back in a cage waiting for what else.. Then after hours of recovery in the cage to be dragged again to a sling tied tightly blindfolded, gagged and a noose around my neck tied to the sling to pull. Force to receive things to get spun hard and receive multiple enemas and fucked and choked for a few hours on camera by a bunch of top leathered up guys. Then when done pulled off dragged to the cage and left there for everything to start again. My fantasy weekend! Ok I think im a bit twisted lol

Thanks for keeping this going it is much appreciated

I feel like Austin is all bottoms.

Right, just want to give you an update and what will be the final part of this. I realised that I was in love with Katie and asked her to come round one night so I could tell her When she arrived she looked stressed to hell. I asked if she was ok and she broke down in tears. Managed to calm her down and I told her everything about how I felt...she burst into tears again....I thought to myself...Ive blown it. She sat there silent for a few minutes and I thought she would just get up and walk out. Katie pulled me close to her and whispered into my ear "We are pregnant". And so, Katie and me live together now. we both sold our houses and bought a big 4 bedroom detached house....1st thing I did was build a huge shed with tub,bar,seating area and sauna. Kath hasnt spoken to me but katie and her are building bridges and we both hope that they can build the mother, daughter relationship. Our son was born end of April. We are very very happy.

So good to see this is being continued😀

Love the trim job on your cock: racing stripe! I’ve done that one before, but usually I’m shaved totally bare: balls, cock, hole.

What annoys you most about gay porn? The general lack of Robot themed storylines When the title is totally misleading. Like "Be Gay! Do Crimes!'' it's just a bunch of Random Butt Fuckery instead of Hot Guys in Disguises Stealing Jewels. Or doing other Felonious Activities like faking your own death & Committing Insurance Fraud When the guys in the porn are watching porn of guys fucking and watching porn. And I'm watching them all fucking and watching porn and then Stephen Hawking shows up and tells me I broke Time again, and he's really getting tired of this shit. That Cockman & Throbbin wasn't a hugely successful franchise. When somebody starts to wax poetically about their childhood and the screen goes all wobbly and cuts to a sepia-colored shot of the same actor, but he's wearing Garanimals and a funny propeller beanie hat, getting Butt Fucked on a Tricycle by a Clown at his little sister's birthday party, and that is what passes for Narrative Exposition these days! I'm still rock hard but now I'm also pissed off and confused. Bennie Hill Music

He doesn’t live in Cali anymore. There’s a new weho cumdump taking his place - then again it’s weho - so many cumdumps to choose from. msg me separately for deets

Was feeling horny horny after 10 days of no cock lots chat online Of to sauna to sauna glasgow Was quite busy showed in the pool for relaxing I only wear my jock sauna this time brought my leather harness deside this time all wear both got some guys attention right away walking about Upstairs to cabin's I lubed myself up before opening doors spread eagle on the bed couple mins later guys finger my cunt leaves quickly Couple mins later I hear door closing Sniff poppers guys cocks at my cunt Ass up he replies is cocks sliding in me fuck me long deep pounding me hard till moans as his spunk fire's into me we break into sauna then down to basement area am feeling horny with load in me get on all fours ass up on the bed right from door give guys good view not long before sucking guy's cock then guys sliding cock in me fucking me do love getting spitrosted after couple mins guy shoots heavy load in me I took 5 loads that day was well worth the visit

Well there has been a repeat performance. Katie and I were on a course from work and she asked if I would be able to give her a lift as her car was being repaired. Of course I agreed so I waited for her in the morning. She got in the car in a really short skirt and I couldnt help looking when she got in the car that I could see her white knickers. Anyway the course was totally boring and I couldnt get the sight of Katies knickers out of my head, I spent most of the day with an erection. On the way home the traffic was horendous so I took the scenic route across the moors. Katie told me she loved coming this way and asked me to pull into a car park so she could have a look at the moor. We sat there for a while just chatting and then Katie asked if I ever thought about what we did at the wedding. Did I??? Ive never thought about anything else. I told her about my thoughts and I noticed she was opening her legs a bit so I could see her knickers. I told n her that it wasnt helping as I d had a hardon all day thinking about her. I could see Katie now had a small damp patch on her knickers and she then climbed over and sat on my lap. She told me she had always wanted to be fucked in a car. She than unzipped my trousers and started to slowly wank me. I got instantly rock hard and Katie started to rub her cunt against me. I slipped inside her and she started to bounce up and down on my hard cock. She then stopped and told me she wanted to get in the back. So she jumps into the back of the car and peels her knickers off and unfastened her blouse. I get in and get between her legs and stick my cock back in her warm cunt. She is absolutley soaking wet with her own juice and is about to cum . iam banging away when she cums, very hard. this ends me over the edge and I blow a huge load of my spunk up her. We recover and she is looking very flushed. she tells me that no one has ever sent such a big load up her like I do. I tell her that Iam available any time she wants me and so is my spunk. Katie kisses me and tells me to take her home. We finish the journey in silence and when she gets out the car there is a large damp patch on the seat..

I think it's hot that they went ass to mouth on each other, Paul felched his husband's cum from you, then left his own load on top. My kind of raw pigs.

As promised, here's some of the good stuff. Plan for more to come...pun intended. ______________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2 “Sons of the Scorpion, is everything at the ready?” intoned the Leader (as I had named the older guy in my head). I did my best not to giggle (talk about inappropriate laughter) at his oratorical tone as if he was a high priest or something, but a snicker escaped me. The Leader stopped and looked down at me. “Do not mock us,” he said in a harsher tone. “For soon you will be one of us.” I restrained further laughter and an eye roll with difficulty, but he seemed seriously peeved with me. And Mike unobtrusively nudged my right leg with his foot, which I took to be a warning. I’d play along with whatever weird game these guys were into, but it was hard to take them seriously with all this rigmarole. Sons of the Scorpion? If these guys were into astrology, then they were in for a rude shock. I was not a Scorpio – my birthday was in August, I was a Virgo. “Yes, all is ready Father,” intoned all the others, including Mike. “Is the novice you have brought before us fully prepared, Prefect? And is he truly a virgin?” “Yes he is, Father,” replied Mike. Wow, Mike had a title. “Then let us begin the initiation,” the Leader…oops, I mean “Father of the Sons of the Scorpion” intoned. “Acolytes, begin the Communion of Lust.” Exactly 10 guys stepped forward; all were on the short side (like me, probably no more than 5’8” or 5’9”), but every build from slightly chubby to swimmer’s to muscle-boy, smooth to lightly hairy and a mix of races. That diversity thing. They walked towards the platform; I recognized the first one to reach me, he had chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, I think his name was Aaron? I cudgeled my fuzzy brain for a clue as to how I knew that, and then I remembered: when I first came in, he’d been cuddled up with some guy and necking so deeply that it looked like they were trying to lick each others' tonsils. They stopped long enough for an introduction. One of his companions, a little blond muscle guy also approached, and they took the silk sheet off of me, and carefully folded it as if it were an American flag. They handed the silk sheet to the Lea…Father, and then returned to me, each taking one of my legs, putting them in the stirrups, and then bound them in place with more velvet rope. “Now, just a second here,” I shouted. The entire room went still and I saw Mike bury his face in his hands. “SILENCE!” roared the Father. “Look, Daddy Scorpion, I’m not one of your ‘sons’ so don’t take that tone with me.” “You are even less than one of my sons at the moment, so do not blaspheme in this space,” the Father said in a cold tone. “Continue the Communion,” he said. I heard a click, and felt a jar. I lifted my head, and a portion of the platform had been lowered. Aaron knelt before me, leaned forward, pressed his face into my ass and took a loud sniff, then exhaled sharply over my hole. I gasped at the feeling, and immediately my dick stirred. Next, he began to kiss my anus, teasing little touches that made me quiver and squirm. I’d never felt anything like it, never dreamed I could feel anything like it. Then he added his lips, his tongue, and I felt his tongue penetrate me. By now I was panting and fully erect. “Yes,” said the Father. “He will make an excellent acolyte, a true Brother in Lust” I wasn’t laughing now. Aaron stood, walked over to me, and kneeled over my face, flipped up the back of his loin cloth and pushed his ass over my nose. I tried to turn my head, but the Father knelt and held my head in place. At the same moment, I felt and heard another of the – what did he call them? – Acolytes, that’s it, repeating the routine that Aaron had initiated. “This is your initiation into our communion,” he said. “Do not resist, or there will be consequences.” Since I was tied up and in no position to argue, I decided I’d better not push this guy. He was seriously cray-cray, obviously, and I needed to cooperate so I’d get out of here in one piece. “Yes, inhale deeply the scent of a true Acolyte of the Scorpion.” I did as he told me. Actually, Aaron didn’t have a heck of a lot of scent. He was scrupulously clean, though there was a trace of musk. “My son Aiden, continue the ritual of communion. Initiate, you will now pay further tribute to my son: kiss his ass, the Omphalos of Pleasure.” I did as he asked, while Aaron squirmed above me, and pushed his firm, round butt against my mouth. “Lick it!” the Father ordered. “Abandon yourselves to the osculum infame, the obscene kiss. Do not be content with the lips of his asshole – bury your tongue inside of him.” Aaron whimpered with pleasure as I followed the orders I was given, humping on my tongue, and chanting “Ave libidinem” breathlessly. “Take him in your mouth,” the Father ordered, and Aaron leaned forward and closed his mouth over my aching dick. “Do not allow him to discharge, but take him to the edge.” Aaron was a world-class cocksucker. He had this way of licking with his tongue as his head bobbed up and down on me. I moaned, nearing climax, and Aaron immediately stopped. “Excellent, my son,” the Father praised him. “Bring the receptacle for his seed,” he ordered. What felt like a glass dish was placed on my chest. “Spill your cum into the dish, so that it may join with the others when the time has come,” I heard Father Scorpio say. I couldn’t tell if he meant me, but since my hands were otherwise occupied, I assumed he didn’t expect me to think myself to orgasm, though this was incredibly erotic as it turned out. Who would’ve thunk it? Aaron was rubbing his ass against my lips, pressing as hard as he could; from the sounds and his movements, I gathered that he was beating himself off and going to ejaculate into the dish. And then what would they do with it? Ugh, I hope they weren’t expecting me to drink it. I had a world-class gag reflex, and would likely vomit it back up. Aaron’s movements were getting more frantic, he was grunting and gyrating, and then I heard him moan, and felt his cum shoot on my chest, just beyond the dish. “Gather it up, do not lose a drop,” the Father ordered. “Place it in the receptacle.” I felt a sucking sensation and heard a wheeze, like a squeeze bottle. Aaron turned around and kissed me full on the mouth, then got down from the platform. The little stud muffin blond took his place kneeling over me, and yet another of the Acolytes was working on my ass. Each of the 10 Acolytes was called forward and repeated the ritual (what else could I call it) down to the letter, though most of them managed to hit the “receptacle.” After the final one finished, the glass dish was taken off my chest. Mike kneeled next to me. “How do you like your initiation?” he whispered against my ear. I just groaned in reply, glad it was over. My erection was painful; the only other time I’d been anywhere near as turned on was when one of high school BFs and I had experimented with a 69 position, sucking each other’s dicks. That was kid’s play compared to this, but at the time it felt so wild. “I will deposit the Acolytes’ seed in the initiate,” said the Father, and I raised my head as far as I could. He was kneeling between my legs, holding the dish, and what looked like a nasal syringe. He put it in the dish full of semen, and drew all of it in. With an evil grin, he inserted the nozzle in my ass. “Your first seed of the night,” he said. “No, not there,” I begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.” “You will do as I say,” he said, “including taking this holy, charged, seed. It is your first gift.” He pushed the bulb, and I felt the slippery stuff go inside of me. “Now, while it is fresh, Prefect, begin,” he declaimed. Mike kneeled over my face as had each of the acolytes, and took off his loin cloth. He pressed his asshole over my nose. Unlike the Acolytes, his butt was quite musky, the odor strong. I tried to turn away, but he crossed his ankles behind my head, and kept it in place. “Yes,” hissed the Father. “Inhale the scent of a true man, a true Son of the Scorpion. You will be his consort to do with as he pleases.” I could hardly breathe; he changed the angle slightly, and his ass was over my mouth. “Kiss him, lick him, worship he who will be your lover, your master. Do not hold back, you must experience ever scent, every taste, every touch. Ave libidinem!” he shouted. “Fratres, in cupiditate” answered all the others, including Mike, was pressing his ass hard against my mouth. I had no choice, I kissed his ass, then licked it, then inserted my tongue in his rectum. He jolted and moaned, reached back, and pulled my face into his butt. “Yes, Ave libidinem,” Mike chanted, and was answered by the assembly. The he released my held, and turned around. His dick looked immense; it was veiny and thick and twitching. Pre-cum drooled from the tip. I saw that on his right hip he had a tattoo – a scorpion superimposed over that odd symbol that was on the sheet that had covered me earlier. Mike brought the dripping head to my mouth, and I knew what was expected. I parted my lips, and he inserted his already hard dick in my mouth and began to thrust. Predictably, I began to choke, but he didn’t let up, kept pressing it on me. Tears ran down my face, and I was certain I would pass out or vomit. “Do not discharge in his mouth,” the Father intoned. Phew, I thought, as the hard dick was taken out of my mouth just in time. “Place it in his boy cunt, his hole. Breed him, bring him into the light of positivity and out of the darkness of negativity. Join your seed and his blood so that you may be one, and he will be one with us.” What! Bareback? Were these people crazy? “No,” I screamed. “Stop, please stop…” Mike released my legs, and took them over his shoulders, I tried to struggle, and the Father leaned down and slapped my face. “Do not resist. This is your place in our brotherhood. This is your place in the world from this moment forward, and you will revel in it.” Mike leaned forward to kiss away my tears, and whispered in my ear “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He kissed my lips, and I had a sudden stabbing memory of being in his bed, exchanging the same melting kisses. And somehow my erection hadn’t subsided, even though I was frightened. I wondered if they’d done something to make that happen – Viagra? Mike pulled back, and I saw him push down his rigid dick, and he began to push it against my anus. I flinched, but he held me in place. “Look at me, Darrell,” he said. His eyes were mesmerizing, sherry brown and the expression on his face was one of sheer bliss. He pushed past all resistance, and it felt as if a burning brand had been put inside of me. I whimpered again, and he stroked my dick and balls as he went in further and further, invading me, taking over all my senses. Finally, I felt his balls and pubic hair against my tender, depilated skin. Then he drew back, and pushed in again. It hurt, but now it felt like he was hitting a hot spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there. Again, and again, over and over, his thrusts growing stronger, and we both began to pant. It was as if no one else was there, time had stopped, and the only important thing was the sex that we were having. I realized that sex was too tame and pallid a word; this was a mating, I would be his, already was if I were to be honest. He seemed to sense the shift, or maybe it was because I was angling my hips towards him, joining in his rhythm. “Ave libidinem,” he said. “Say it with me.” And he leaned over, and began to lick my nipples, and then kiss and lick my neck and ears – my other hotspots. The words tore out of me, “Ave libidinem!” I screamed, over and over again. Distantly I could hear that everyone in the room had joined our chant, and then over it I heard a voice that sounded like mine shouting “Yes, fill me, breed me, don’t stop! Give me your cum, I want it! I need it!” Mike’s thrusts picked up in speed and force. He was ramming his dick against me, and I could hear him began to grunt with each thrust. The harder he fucked me, the closer I came to my own orgasm, and he hadn’t touched me after he had fully embedded his dick in my ass. Finally he slammed against me even harder and roared “Ave libidinem! He is mine!” He gave three final thrusts against me; I could feel his dick swell and spasm inside me, felt his warm sperm coating my insides and that pushed me over the edge. I began to come like a geyser, my own semen splashing in my face. Mike had collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his heartbeat still racing. We were both panting, the others were still chanting, but nothing but this man who had taken me and in the process given me such unbelievable pleasure really registered. He braced himself on his elbows, and kissed me ravenously. My Father in Lust untied my arms. He gave me a wicked grin, then commanded, “Again. Meld all the seed inside him, mix the DNA together and ensure that he receives the gift. Ave libidinem.”

I agree with NLbear too. I don't get fucked to get the top off, I get fucked for me to get off. A top has one purpose and one purpose only and that is to get his dick hard and fuck my ass for my enjoyment. I may help him out by kissing him, playing with his nips and sucking his cock to get his dick hard, but that is his purpose. To get it hard and fuck the hell out of me, I'm not there to serve him, he is there to serve me!

pt 2 About a month after Jack fucked me I got sick. Not deathly sick, but sick enough that I stayed in bed a couple of days. I was starting to feel better when Jack called. He asked how I was doing, I said "I've had the flu the last couple of days but feeling better now." "Really" he sounded excited "I'd love to fuck you back to health." "I don't want to give you the flu." "Oh, don't worry, it's nothing I can catch" he laughed. Even though I'd been sick and really was not up to visitors, the thought of getting fucked got my cock all excited. "Well, if you're sure. I don't think I should drive though." "No problem, I'll come by your place." About twenty minutes later Jack knocked on the door, I answered it wearing only my boxers. My cock started to tent. Entering the room and closing the door, Jack smirked at my tent and pushed me to the floor. I undid his shorts, pulled them down, only to discover (to my admitted pleasure) that he was wearing no underwear. I sucked his lengthening cock, but he grabbed the back of my head and face-fucked me. After a few minutes he grabbed my hair and lifted me off my feet, kicked-off his shoes, stepped-out of his shorts and pulled-off his shirt. I noticed a large patch on his shoulder so I asked "What's that?" "I got a tattoo a couple of weeks ago." "Can I see it?" "Let's fuck first." We got to my bed where he pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs on to his shoulders, and spitting a few gobs of spit onto my hole, he slid his cock in. It hurt - bad. He slid-out again, added more spit and slid back in, repeating the steps until he was in a full-on intense pounding fuck. He bent me almost in half and pounded for all he was worth, slowing down some, sliding me back to the edge of the bed and again let loose. I'd never been fucked with such ferocity, not even by Jack. "You want my cum up your ass?" "YES ! Give it to me, dump you load in my ass!" "You sure?" "YES! Let me have it!" He was pounding at a smooth pace, steadily in and out. Then, without breaking his pace, he pulled-off the patch that covered the new tattoo. I had seen the symbol before: it denoted some sort of hazard symbol. He picked-up the pace of his fuck, pulling his cock out, then ramming it back in. I felt the head sliding, stretching my ass walls, causing me involuntarily to groan loudly. I focused on him, on his new tattoo, and, of course, he saw where my eyes were focused. He rammed his cock home, I grunted again. "You really want my cum?" "Fuck, yeah. Cum up my ass!" "You sure?" "Absolutely." "Here it cums!" I felt his cock expand as he unloaded into me, only to collapse on top of me. As he caught his breath, he grabbed my head and pressed it against the tattoo. "This is a bio-hazard tattoo. Tt means my cum is toxic." "Uuummmmmm" I responded, enjoying the after fuck. "You know, it means I'm poz." I stared at him. "You had the fuck flu, and are now most likely poz also." "I gave my hot charged seed and converted your neg ass to poz." Conflicting feelings surged through me. I felt his cock starting to grow in my ass, so he started a fuck, this time slowly. "You can take any cock now without fear." I look-up at him and surrendered myself to his fuck.