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Pozzed Cheerleader 7 I walked or rather I slogged my way over to the Fieldhouse where the cheer squad practices. The men and women each have their own locker rooms. When I got there the room felt different, like they all had been talking about me and they hushed when I entered the room. Jamie had his locker near mine and Mark was a few away from me. We made small talk and soon the locker room was back into the swing of things. I turned my back on everyone to slip my jock on to hide my plug. I was wondering how my shorts were going to hide that thing. I just put it out of my mind. I scanned the room sizing up all the guys on the team. There were 8 of us. I knew Mark was bi, Jamie was gay and in the same situation as me. Michael was more than likely gay, but came off as a condom nazi. Jim was straight and dating the head cheerleader. Andy was an unknown, but he did hang with Jamie a lot and so did Jalen and Ty (the two black guys on the team). So, converting this team I may have my work cut out for me. WE tossed and tumbled our way through 2.5 hours of grueling practice. I mean tossing 120lb bitches in the air can be exhausting. I decided to hang back in the locker room as I did not want to get in the shower with everyone with the plug still in my ass. So I killed as much time as I could. I had 3 fresh loads from the bathroom this morning and I knew Mark, Jamie and Jalen were taking their sweet-ass time in the shower as well. I waited till I could not wait any longer. Most of the guys were gone, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and scooted into the shower. Jamie snickered, “I heard you spent some time in the Union hall bath this morning, that was my duty till you came along, it was supposed to go to Mark”. I must have looked shocked at hearing Mark was supposed to have that duty. I wondered what they had him doing. I would find out soon enough. I heard a slight moan through the steam of the shower and made my way towards the sound. It was Mark bent over with Jalen slamming his huge black cock in and out of his ass. Jamie assured me he was a recent convert and would be going up to see George and the crew in a couple of weeks for a full conversion. For now though, he is just using our cunts whenever the urge strikes him. I hoped the urge would strike me soon I thought. I asked Jamie who else was converting over. He assured me the whole team at some point they just don’t know it yet including the girl (that is a story for another time) . I wondered where did I come in with all this. Funny, you should ask that Jamie said and at the time Ty strolled into the shower. “I heard you give good head” Ty quizzed me. My answer was to pull him to me under the shower stream and fall to my knees and swallow his massive dark cock. I really took a liking to black cock the last few days. I could see out of the corner of my eye Jamie move over behind Jalen and begin to eat his ass. Poor bastard was being set up for being fucked and he did not even know. I heard Jalen moan, “tongue my ass deeper, you white cunt.” I thought I would take some initiative and let my fingers do the walking with Ty and would let them roam his backside. He pulled his cock out and smacked me hard against the face and said, “no touching my ass you white faggot cocksucker. I am not faggot like you mother fuckers!’ Oh, he was going to be a challenge. I went back to blowing him and giving him the best head he ever had in his life and I knew some of the girls that have blown him including my ex. Jamie was really working over Jalen to the point he was bent over sucking Mark while Jamie had two fingers in his pussy. I was amazed. Ty looked down at me and said, “looks like you faggots turned another one. I never thought they would get Mark, but you I knew it was a matter of time before they turned your faggot ass,” His words stung for a moment, but as far as he knew they just made us “gay”. He knew nothing about the pozzing. Jalen told Jamie that was enough. He wanted two cocksuckers on his massive tool. They did not have to be told twice. I was working on Ty's massive cock and tonguing his taint. His cock was impressive when it was fully hard. He was fully aroused when he told me to get up, bent over and present my used cunt to him. I did as I was told. Ty spit on my hole and guided his black cock into my pozzed hole. I let out a moan when I felt his wiry pubes against my ass. He did not wait for me to get accustomed to his big tool before he started fucking my hole. He used me like he owned me like Jalen was using Mark and Jamie. They sucked his massive cock until he ordered Mark to assume the same position that I was in. Jamie got behind Jalen once again and used his marvelous mouth on his ass. Ty was holding onto my hips as he pounded my ass as hard as I had been in my short time as a bottom slut. “I am going to breed your ass” he breathed hard. “I am going to make you three sluts a weekly cock stop!” With that I felt his cock expand and explode into my cunt. I lost count of the amount of loads I had in my ass that day or even swallowed. Across the shower, I heard Jalen cum in Mark’s ass while Jamie beat his load into the drain while he finished lapping Jalen’s scrumptious ass. The two black power tops showered and took a moment to drain their cocks on us as we three sub sluts let their piss flow over us and then down the drain. After they left, the three of us showered separately until Mark got a hard on from fingering the loads from his ass. I was still horny. So, I asked him to fuck me under the shower while I sucked off Jamie. More to Cum Joey

Yesterday afternoon, I was in line behind a 25 year old who was making his 1st visit, at least to that particular bathhouse. The only reason I know is the guy working the window was going over the rules with him and told him he was eligible for a discount since he was 25. An hour or so later I saw him leaving, and I am assuming he left without having any kind of sex, since in spite of a decent sized crowd I don't think there was a damned thing going on sexually, the only thing I saw while he was there was guys circling, posing and completely ignoring each other sexually. I wasn't able to entice him to do anything with me, and there weren't any guys going at it to break the ice. If my 1st visit to a sex venue had been like that I'm not at all sure I would have gone a 2nd time. I had been hooking up with guys for more than 10 years in tearooms, parks, ABS, online hookup and private parties before I finally decided to go to a bathhouse. I had an online hookup with a guy from out of town the evening before this momentous date. He was asking me about the Denver sex clubs and telling me how great they could be, which pushed me over the edge. I went to the now closed Denver Swim Club at age 30. I went on a Thursday night, rented a room, took my clothes off and showered. On my 1st circuit around I came across 2 guys fucking, who both motioned me to join. The bottom immediately started sucking my cock, and before long turned around and backed his gaping ass on my cock bareback. I had only barebacked a handful of times at that point. The guy who had been fucking him stood up pulled off the condom (this was in 2000) and offered me his cock to suck. Within a few minutes the fucker and I started taking turns fucking each other while we fucked the bottom, all but my initial penetration of the bottom was condomed, until the 2 of us who were topping came. So within half an hour of my 1st visit I had fucked, been fucked and had a 3 way. If I remember right, I stayed about 3 hours, and fucked 5 more guys and got fucked by one more before I left. I came 4 times, and did relent and breed the 1st bottom bareback (3rd guy I had ever bred at that point in time) before going home. I went back Friday night, Saturday night (I hooked with the Wednesday online hookup), and by the next weekend was pretty much a sex club slut. What was your experience like, would you have gone back if your 1st experience was similar to the one I described from yesterday?

Fidgeting nervously, MJ asked, "Dad, what was my mom like? You never talk about her, so I thought it might be a painful subject. It's always been just the 2 of us and I'm more than happy with that, but I'm curious. Aside from having her red hair, am I anything like her?" Matt took MJ's hand in his. "Your mom was a sweet, wonderful woman and I never talked about her, first because you were too young and when you were old enough, I was ashamed that I was betraying her with Ty. I loved her, but never the way a man loves his wife. Along with her red hair, you have her sweet temperament and I know she would've loved you and ben proud of the man you've become, QUEER and all. Like me, she was under the same disillusion that I was bi." Before his son said anything, Ty spoke up. "I'm not ashamed to admit it, but I married your mom because she was pregnant with you. Like your daddy Matt, I loved her but I was never in love with her. I've only ever been in love with daddy Matt and I find myself falling in love with you and TJ. I don't mean to be harsh but in all, the years since she walked out on us, she never made contact to even ask about you. Actually, she did us a favor because you're a sweet, kind, considerate young man." Choking back tears, TJ said, "Thank you for being honest, dad. I have no reason to call her mom, but the woman who birthed me never deserved to have you. Daddy Matt is, was and always will be the man who makes you happy, the man who's in love with you, the man you're in love with. Right at this moment, I'm in love with the 2 of you and with MJ as well." "Our family has grown!" MJ declared. "Physically, it's doubled, but where love is concerned, it's grown exponentially. What a lucky QUEER I am, having 3 amazing, sexy QUEER man who are in love with me as much as I'm in love with them!" Smiling broadly, Ty said, "This conversation drives home the point of how important tonight will be!" He whispered something in Matt's ear and Matt nodded. "No need to worry. this isn't a secret, just wanted Matt's approval. How would you young men feel about sharing our blood?" "Blood of your blood!" MJ said. "That and getting fucked by the cocks that made us. I'm guessing it'll be by injection. Nothing can be more intimate and bring us even closer together. It'll also be a bit of added insurance having blood and seed!" TJ gave MJ's thigh a squeeze. "I'm pleasantly surprised by the way this is progressing. When this was the germ of an idea, we had no idea if our dads would be repulsed by our plans. Here they are, not only embracing them, but taking it to new, intimate levels." "We need to get something at home!" Ty declared. "TJ, come with me!" To be continued

3 hotel loads last night. First was with a Latino daddy at Bay Bridge Inn. He was on the first floor. As I arrived there were two other guys waiting at the parking lot. Daddy waited for me naked with the door unlocked . I get naked once I get in and sucked his cock passionately. Then he fucked me in missionary and doggy till he came. Headed to Super 8 for a young chubby Latino. He told me he didn’t have a lube after I sucked his fat 7.5 cock hard. I don’t want to give his nice cock up, so I poppered up and took his fat cock inside my lubed up hole. He took me out of his hotel room and raped me doggy on the hallway floor till he came. Went to Beck’s to meet an older white daddy, but he flaked on me. Luckily , a handsome half Latino daddy in Beck was interested , as I was waiting for reply on Grindr . He has a small dick but know how to use it . Fucked me really aggressively for a long time until I begged him to come. The sun came up by the time we finished, so we went and get coffee 🙂

I did fuck the first time at a bathhouse, was only 20, young and naive, felt very awkward and sat alone in the sauna for a bit, on older guy, probably late thirties comes over and pulls out his cock next to me. I had a towel wrapped around my waist. I had only been there a few minutes at that point. But I did the same and he sucked me until I was hard then backed up on my dick and I just started fucking, blew a huge load after about 10 minutes, in which time we'd gathered a crowd of 60+ year old men, there as a group. After pulling out they ran a train on him as I went to explore the rest of the bathhouse. Not long after did a older businessmen in his 50s beg to fuck me, which I declined being a pure top at the time, but he followed me and asked to just eat my ass as he jerked off. I agreed and he pulled me into a booth with a bed and did just that. I hit the showers and ended up on my knees sucking off a huge muscle young guy with a 9" dick. He came on my face thanked me and left. I showered off again and headed back to the sauna. Hard as fuck all over again, this time walked in and sat down completely naked on a bench. There were quite a few people in there again, and this handsome Jewish orthodox otter, with the side curls and big beard gets between my legs and sucks my already hard dick and sucks another huge load out of me. Hit the showers again and got dressed and went home completely satisfied

I went to college in NYC in the mid 70's, from rural upstate- so to say there was a culture shock would be an understatement. And not the gay aspect- I had been taking dick for about 4 years at that point- but the endless buffet of places to get sex was a big change.Times Square was still a porn haven, bookstores and glory holes and actual gay movie theaters ( Adonis was always my favorite tho) And one day in the college library, I was reading the Village Voice weekly, and read about some performer who had performed at the Continental Baths, a gay place up on the edge of Harlem. I likely was hard as a rock reading about the place, but still, I had those lingering adolescent fears- would I know what to do there, would I stand out like a sore thumb, would anyone even be interested. Finally one Friday night I had built up enough courage and made my way to the Continental. I definitely felt out of place as the train went further towards Harlem and once on the street, I really felt like I " wasn't in Kansas anymore Toto". A bit of a walk, and I arrived at the Continental. Some guy at the window questioned me and asked if I knew this was a bathhouse, a GAY bathhouse. I told him I had read about it in the Voice, and wanted to check it out. After he semi explained the cost and the deal, I had my room key and a towel and directions to the room. It was pretty dark in the hallway to my room, just a bit off the showers and the wet area, and a lot of guys hanging around and dealing. I went in the room and closed the door, stripped and put the towel on and stepped out. The pool area was also where a stage was if memory serves me- and I was a little surprised to see M/F couples sitting at tables there. I went back to the room,passing the gauntlet of guys pushing weed ( I think that was all they were offering, but again, naive rural boy me) . I sat in there for 5 minutes, then dressed and headed upstairs to leave. The guy at the counter looked up as I approached, chuckled, and said "yeah, I didn't think you would last very long. This isn't your type of club, where you need to be is at the Club Baths down on Houston St"- and then he handed me back my ID and money, and gave me directions as to which subway lines I needed to get there. I actually did go directly there, and while I do not remember the various encounters of that 1st night; it was my launching ground for many,many nights there and at tubs in cities around the world since.

It was August 26th, 1977, the night of my 18th birthday. After a 3 month fling with my 1st man, including a few 3ways with his neighbor, he told me it was time to try my wings and the baths would be the perfect place. He prepared me, telling me what goes on , what to expect and gave me the confidence I needed to handle myself. Checking in, I got a room, stripped and as soon as I opened the door, a sexy, hot black man approached me. Reaching beneath his towel, I felt his cock and knew I wanted him to fuck me. On my back, my legs were around his waist and we kissed as he longdicked me. Before leaving my room, he said he hoped to see me later so I could fuck him. I was like a kid in a candy store, sucking/getting sucked fucking/getting fucked and mu SLUT gene activated kicking into overdrive. The black man did return and having been fucked twice, he took me without lube. Given the proliferation of apps, the baths aren't what they used to be. I miss the bad old days.

Smiling broadly, MJ said, "Dads, we have a question for you. Now that you know about the cams in the house, do you want us to take them down or leave them? Speaking for myself and TJ, we want them to capture tonight's blessed event and have them to watch on special occasions. After all, tonight, we shall be reborn as poz men with birthday 'gifts' like no other. I have to say that we enjoyed watching our nasty dads doing nasty things with each other and to other nasty men and yes, I now see the difference of 'with' and 'to'. As lovers it's 'with' and with others it's 'to'. Whatever the 2 of you decide, we'll do as you wish." Chiming in, TJ said, "At the risk of trying to be persuasive, I'[m going to add my 2 cents. Watching our dads not only showed how deeply they love each other, but that MJ and I love each other just as deeply. Of course, seeing you being nasty with others is a huge fuckin turnon! The fair thing to do is to show you the videos and let you decide if we keep them or not." Matt stroked Ty's cheek. "We should be proud of each other. Here we are, 2 nasty QUEERS and we both raised nasty QUEER sons who love each other and us! All that and they're considerate. Yes, tonight's blessed event should be preserved for posterity. On a personal note, I'd like to see how I look in action. Ty's expression of blissful satisfaction is etched in my mind." "From our first night together, you put that expression of blissful satisfaction on my face, lover!" Ty exclaimed. I'm proud of both of our sons and I've never been prouder of my love for you. Sons, we have an announcement that needs to be shared. Now that our relationship is out in the open, we've decided to make it official. Once the 2 of you are properly pozzed and over the fuckflu, we'll be building a house for the 4 of us, with 2 master suites so you young men can live openly as lovers and on occasion, the 4 of us can also be lovers." Holding back tears, Matt said, "Just one more reason why I love this amazing man! After all these years, he knows what's in my head. Of course, he know what's in my heart because he's in there!" "Those 2 sound like a married couple, all lovey dovey!" MJ said. "Do you think that'll be us someday? I sure hope so. TJ, you're in my heart and we have 2 living examples of what a loving couple is. Let's eat before dinner gets cold. They ate in silence, exchanging seductive glances between bites and sips of beer. It was obvious to all how close they had become since the morning. Finishing his last bite, TJ asked, "Dads, how did you guys get into piss?" "I'll take this!" Matt declared. "We'd gone to a kegger at one of the frat houses and of course, we both needed to piss. Standing side by side at the toilet, I looked down at your dad's pissing cock and damn, I found it sexy! Reaching down I took it in my hand, feeling the piss flowing through it. Giving into a sudden urge, I put a finger into his stream and brought it to my mouth. Bitter but delicious! Of course how could anything that came out of Ty's cock not be delicious and your dad thought it was hot as well, dipping a finger in my stream and tasting it. The logical next step was to drink from the tap and we've been doing just that ever since. As your new dad, would you like to drink from me? Ty, you can feed MJ." Both dads fed their new sons and then both sons fed their new dads. There was piss kissing all around and it gave the 4 of them a new bond. To be continued

Been getting fucked a lot lately!! A new fuck bud just dropped a load in me!!

Yes I did. I was 20 years old, curious and want to a sex club when visiting Berlin. Found myself in the darkroom and all of a sudden had my cock went inside an ass. I was very strict with condoms at the time, but now I was fucking a stranger in the dark bareback. It felt so wrong but so good, so I didnt pull out, but just kept on pumping that hole... I dumped a huge load deep in his gut... After that i got a taste for sex clubs and fucking random strangers. Tried to be good and use condoms for the most time. But now, in my 30's, im totally bareback.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_m1bVaitvOxS2 I need this!

Once??? More like 18. I had a room for eight hours in Lauderdale, what was I supposed to do??? LMAO

The Club, a couple street over from Bourbon St in New Orleans, (2001-02) pre -Katrina. After a trade show in the Super Dome. My 1st trip to a Bath house. It was everything I thought it would be and more. First time in a sling getting fucked and Dp in front of an audience. It also outed me to a few other vendors who said they had flights earlier that evening. It created a group of fuck buddies for the next couple of yrs at trade shows. It showed me I wasn't the only one who was "On the downlow" married man who carved cock. It was amazing I never caught the bug. Poppers and plenty of cocks, some used condoms but I took raw loads too. It was my riskiest time in my life.

It’s true that the bottom has a responsibility to safeguard his own health. Some Tops, however, take this argument and use it to support a claim that Tops have no responsibility to ensure that they are not disease vectors. The reality is that both have a responsibility toward each other, as well as themselves.

Sorry i have been away. As we lay there we talked a lot more. "Can i ask how you got pozzed", i asked He told me he was in his early 30's when he started experimenting with men and went to a bathhouse in SF. It was there he met a guy named Steve who fucked him bare for the first time. He had been fucked before but only with condoms. Steve was much older than him and more experienced. He said they started dating and Steve opened his eyes to the true joys of male intimacy. Steve helped him become comfortable with his body, receiving and giving pleasure and exploring all forms of male sex. Steve would take him to bathhouses and whore him out, or have breeding parties and invite 10 guys over and have an orgy all night. Steve would also have him breed other neg guys who wanted to convert. He made me dinner and as we ate we talked about our lives, coming out, sexual explorations and fantasies. We also just talked about other stuff, traveling , food and life. He was really engaging and also funny. He asked if i wanted to stay over night and i said, "I was hoping you would ask". We went to his bedroom and he made love to me all night. It wasnt raw pounding sex it was true male intimacy. He kissed me so passionately, worked over my body like it was an instrument and every touch was exhilarating. I went down on his hard huge cock and got most of down my throat, then licked his balls. He kissed me pushed me on my back and slowly entered me as it was our first time together. Once fully lodged in me, he fucked me in the most tender sensual way, slowly fucking me and gyrating his hips. Our lips locked, my legs trying to wrap around his waist to keep all of him in me but he pushed them away and just fucked me. It was the best love fuck ever. Its as if we had all month to fuck. He kept it at a slow methodic pace fucking me. As he gyrated he touched every part of my cunt and stomach. I felt him in places i have never felt a man before. HE fucked me like that for an entire hour mostly in missionary and some doggy but he kept his slow pace. I was in a ecstatic sensual daze, i was so high on what he was doing to me i didn't want it to end. After a good hour he finally came. I felt his cock expand and his breathing pick up but he kept the same fucking pace. I nutted twice while getting fucked. He finally collapsed on me and our lips locked. I wrapped my legs around him keeping him in me. I needed him so badly. We drifted off to sleep as lovers.

"I did say he had potential" Matt declared. "Reggie did good by him and by pozzing him! Hot and piggy, Reggie is a sweet, decent guy. I'm sure you've seen Ty and me doing dp with him." TJ whistled and he said, "So, that's Reggie! I'm impressed that the 3 of you bottomed for each other. What really amazed us was how your holes opened. Of course, we have a lot to learn about our asses. MJ, I'd like Sam to fuck us once we have our dads' virus. For a cut cock, his is pretty and huge." Stroking his chin, MJ said, "He's also got that sweet tatted ass. Looks mighty tasty. Of course, getting our dads' bug is our first priority! Daddy Ty, if I can call you that, after my fuckflu, will you fuck me?" Visibly touched, TJ exclaimed, "Daddy Ty is more than fine with me. Daddy Matt for TJ. Just try and stop me from fucking you. We're family and we'll share everything! I've loved you since the day you were born." "Daddy Matt loves you too TJ! How could I not love the fruit of Ty's loins? Before you ask, I'll fuck you too!" Matt exclaimed. We're one twisted family, soon to be a twisted POZ family!" "Daddy Ty, before Sam was here you talked about stink" MJ said. "TJ and I have sniffed and licked each other's sweaty pits and it's nasty fun. Can we switch off the a/c so we can get sweaty?" Grinning ear to ear, Matt said, "There's no need for that when we have a steam room in the basement. Pits aren't the only stinky place on a man's body! Speaking from personal experience, Ty has wonderfully nasty stink in his pubes an buttcrack too!" Not to be outdone, Ty chimed in, "If they could bottle Matt's stink, I'd bathe in it. Still, I'd rather wear Matt 24/7." He wrapped his arms around Matt. hugging him tightly. "You don't know how good it feels to express how much I love this man. This is a gift from our sons! Pun intended!" "Okay, boxers off and down to the basement! Time to work up a stink!" Matt demanded. Naked, the 4 of them went downstairs. Matt turned the steam room on and they kissed each other while it came up to heat. "Everybody in!" Matt instructed as the chime sounded indicating it was ready. There was a bucket of water and a ladle and Matt poured water on the rocks, causing the steam to rise. Shortly, they all worked up a sweat and the 4 of them explored sweaty bodies with their noses and tongues. Pits, pubes and buttcracks were wallowed in. It was a relativity new experience for the young men, but one they thoroughly enjoyed. "Let's get out before we overheat." He turned off the steam room and they went upstairs. There was enough residual sweat and stink for them to enjoy. "Chinese for dinner?" He asked and a chorus of 'yes' was the reply. "The usual?" Again, a chorus of 'yes'. "Ty, come with me and we'll pick it up! You can wear my dirty sweats. I'll get on the app and put the order in. Wait in the garage while I get my wallet. This will give our sons some time to themselves." Hearing the garage door close and the sound of his dad's truck engine, MJ said, "This went better than I expected. When I kissed my dad properly, I expected him to freak out but after a second he went right into it and it felt so right. Daddy Ty's kiss is just as amazing, but of course I'm partial to your kisses." "MJ, we made the right decision." TJ said, in agreement. "We have to be the 2 luckiest QUEERS in the world! Not only do we have sexy POZ dads, but tonight we'll be getting the virus from the cocks that made us. Sharing this with you makes me love you so much more!" "Like our sexy dads, you and I are boyfriends and lovers and tonight our dads will also be our lovers!" MJ said. "If given a choice, I want us all in one bed. Would it be too much for me to want us sharing a bed from tonight on? We can alternate houses." Gently squeezing MJ's thigh, TJ said, "You're such a romantic and I'll never get enough of you, so sharing a bed with you is a given. Now that their relationship is out in the open, I imagine our dads will want the same arrangement." In his 'conspicuous' red truck. Matt said, "We certainly have raised a pair of nasty QUEER sons! They're like us, only more so. Asking to get knocked up by the cocks that made them was a shock for a minute, but ultimately, it fuckin' turned me on. Unbeknownst to us, we taught them everything we know, thanks to their hidden cams. I've never been ashamed of my love for you but our sons did us a favor bringing it out in the open. Maybe this would be a good time for us to bring our relationship further." "We do have that triple lot saved up." Ty said, stroking Matt's face. "If we both sell our houses, we can build a real home for the 4 of us. Most likely, our sons will be wanting to share a bed and on occasion, it'll be the 4 of us." Smiling flirtatiously, Matt growled. "You have a romantic and twisted mind and if I wasn't already in love with you, I'd be falling right now. As soon as our sons are properly infected, we'll meet with the architect. With all of us under the same room, we'll truly have a home. Part pigsty of course, but a warm, loving home." "Call it fate or destiny, but I know in my heart that we were meant to be together." Ty declared. "If my ex hadn't left me we still would've broke up. Our love is too powerful. Maybe we didn't realize it at the time, but from that first night, we belonged to each other." Not surprised by what Ty said, it was good to hear his words and Matt felt the same. "I echo your sentiments, but if we keep this up, I won't be able to drive. We do owe our sons a debt of gratitude for bringing this to the surface. Almost there." Back at the house, MJ said, "Now that the cat is out of the bag, we have a decision to make. Do we leave the cams or take them out? I'm thinking we need to capture tonight, not that I won't remember vividly. Still, there will be 4 of us!" "You're absolutely right and it'll be something for us to watch every year on our birthday." TJ agreed. "Of course, though I doubt it, our dads might not agree. Let's hear what they think, but we need to give them the option." "Chow time!" Matt announced, coming in from the garage. To be continued

ARE YOU A FAGGOT? • Do you get hard when Men order you to strip? • While you know you should hate being called a faggot, does it actually turn you on? • Are you most at ease when Men give you orders? • When a Man spits on your face, deep down, does it somehow feel right? • When you jack off, do you imagine being dominated and degraded by Men? • Do you like being fucked with other Men watching? • Have you ever fantasized about being taken to a gay club, completely stripped and led around on a collar and leash? • Have you ever let a Man piss down your throat? • Has a Man ever ordered you to jack off in front of a group of fully clothed Men? If you answered YES to any of these questions, then you are a FAGGOT. Embrace your true self. Strip. Kneel. Beg. Obey.

My boyfriend, Jon and I had been a couple for almost three months. We were close, spending almost every night of the week sleeping over at one or the other's house, having a decent sex life that involved me breeding his tight hole at least three times a week. We had barebacked since our first time meeting. In fact I breed him three times on our first date, which lasted six or so hours. I enjoyed our time together and we got along well. The only problem for me in the relationship was that he was a strict bottom. Jon claimed to be vers/bottom, but he was not. The one time we tried him topping nothing happened. This was my problem, I am vers/top but I get cravings for raw cock in my ass from time to time. After three months of not getting any cum in my hole I was getting antsy. I knew Jon was not open to a third or an open relationship; it was a nonstarter with him. I wanted to be good and not cheat, so I suffered. That is until I came over to Jon’s house right after work one day. I arrived an hour and a half before Jon got home from work as I planned on making dinner and/or hanging-out with Adam, Jon's brother, who shared the house with Jon. Adam was about three years older than I, and was a hottie, standing 6’ 1", with a chiseled frame from his days in the army, sexy smile and a big bulge. I had had a bit of a crush since I meet him but I knew he was straight. In addition I was being good so no point in pursuing it. Well, that was until this particular day when I got to their house early. As I walked in the door Adam was completely naked on the sofa with a raging 8.5 inch hard and thick cock pointed straight at me. There was straight porn on the tv and he was mid-stroke. We both froze, having the look of a deer-caught-in-the-headlights. His was the look of shock, whereas I was stunned by the sight of such a perfect cock. I was the first to regain my senses and decided in a split decision to take advantage and get my itch for cock and cum in my ass taken care off. As he sat there froze, I walked across the room and without a word lowered to my knees and looking him in the eye took his throbbing cock in my hand. I was taking a chance and risking he would beat me up. I knew he was girlfriendless and hadn’t got laid in a while so I figured it was my opening. Since all he did was look back at me for a second then went back to the TV I took it as my key to continue jerking him. He stayed hard as a rock. After a few minutes of me jerking his hard cock I moved my mouth to his perfectly round and full balls and started to lick, kiss and suck them as I jerked him off. I continued to suck and worship his balls and jerk his cock and was rewarded with a series of moans from Adam. I took his moans as a sign to move forward and moved my mouth onto his cock head. I started slow blowing his big pole. Taking inch by inch of his big fat cock until I took all 8.5 inches in my throat. When I hit bottom he moaned and put his hand on the back of my head. He then proceeded to face fuck me long hard and deep only giving me time to breath when absolutely necessary. His thrust and moans told me he was really into it. He began to tell me to “suck that cock boy," and “choke on it.” He was definitely excited and rock hard. I was working out a way of getting my hole on his cock in my head but I was surprised when he told me in his rough voice "Get the lube and bend of the sofa," adding "I'm gonna pound your ass and make it mine! You'll need lube 'cause I'm a rough fucker.” I stripped, lubed my ass, and also lubed his cock. Just like a straight guy he shoved all his big fat cock in my in one thrust! It made me almost cry, but to his credit he held it there and let me get use to it. It started to feel good, really good. He started slow but very quickly picked up speed and depth. Soon he was pounding me hard long and deep. He continued to fuck my raw ass in this position for 20 minutes and then he grunted and flooded my hole. I thought he was done but he pulled out and told me to get on my back. He was semi-hard but he presented me his cock to suck and clean, which I gladly did. As I did so he got harder and then pushed up my legs and plowed into my raw hole again. He was not gentle this time and did not give me time to re-adjust. He went back to hard pounding and deep fucking. He showed no mercy for 30 minutes until he dumped his second load in my ass. The best to fucks and loads of my life. He pulled out and shoved his fat cum covered cock in my mouth to clean off. Then he said thanks and went to the bathroom to shower. I went to the kitchen sink and cleaned up a bit. Just as I was finishing up cleaning Jon walked in and kissed me while my breath still smelled of Adam's cum. It was very hot! Adam breed me at least once a week for the next nine months during which Jon and I dated, and fortunately Jon never found out, making it all the hotter! Note: This story is completely fiction.

It Happened in the Bush by Hozzel May 2022 Dean Harmon just had to get away. He had developed a major hard-on for cute Ricky Delgado and could not get his sexually tormented mind off the young man. Dean first saw him on the morning commuter bus. Ricky got on two stops after Dean. Soon Ricky acknowledged Dean with a dimpled smile and even a wave. Later, Dean discovered Ricky went to the same gym. Form-fitting workout top and tight shorts showed off Ricky's short muscled body. Dean would chat to Ricky while they both worked on the weight machines. But when Dean saw Ricky emerge from the pool wearing only a brief budgie smuggler, that was it. Dean's cock began to let him know it wanted Ricky. It wanted him bad. For weeks now, Dean had watched and talked to hunky Ricky Delgado, had admired his oh-so-fuckable round ass, his truly lumpy biceps and broad chest, his brown eyes and cheeky laugh, and especially his delectable package. Things came to a head when Dean spied Ricky in the gym's shower. Ricky's penis seemed to be at half-mast. With strong will power, Dean kept his hands off Ricky, made no comment and only glanced. He did not want to mess up a possible friendship by making a big mistake. Dean's cock, however, had other ideas. He was having to relieve himself twice or more times a day of late, thinking of Ricky. Dean normally liked to bottom but with Ricky, he wanted to top. He wanted to sink his thick cock into Ricky's firm ass one way or another. Preferably more than one way! That was it, Dean thought. He needed to go somewhere and deal with his carnal feelings once and for all. Early Saturday morning he packed his camping gear and tent, dropped off at the shops for supplies and headed north. Two hours later he pulled into the parking area at Daveys Gully campgrounds. It was still mid-morning and the hiking trail beckoned. Dean changed into T-shirt and stubbies with socks and hiking boots then headed off. A couple of clicks along the trail headed up to the ridge. It wound through a forest then opened up to a flat grassy paddock. A mob of kangaroos momentarily stopped munching. Ears up, gray faces turned toward him. Three hopped off but the rest remained and went back to feeding. Dean crossed the paddock and the trail re-entered a gum-tree forest and up a small hill. His heart beat strongly and he perspired heavily. He still felt turned-on. He reached the top of the hill and stretched beneath the bright sun, inhaling the fresh warm country air. In the distance paddocks spread a glorious panorama of rolling brown hills, covered by squares of green and yellow crops or purple weeds or brown earth, edged by native shrubs and tress. Down and around the corner knoll babbled a small rarely visited creek. Over a decade ago Dean had sunned his naked body on the grassy bank. He would have to find that magic spot. As he headed over the crest Dean's mind wandered again. He pictured Ricky's nude body, all those toned muscles and that deliciously desirable cock almost standing to attention, ripe for his hands and eager mouth and ass. Oh yes! The more he imagined, the more excited Dean became. Feelings blossomed of fantasy lust. His hand drifted down and found an unexpected present. He had not even noticed he had become hard. I need relief, he thought. In his soaring imagination he lay his back while Ricky worshiped his cock. Then he was on top of Ricky's shorter inviting body, between his thighs, thrusting deep into Ricky's tight ass. They were moving, moaning, writhing together, their erotic feelings mounting. Oh, ah... That did it. Dean pulled his T-shirt off and tied it around his waist. Warmth prickled his naked skin. His hand slid past the elastic of his shorts and his fingers found the naughty culprit. It was a solid as any of the trees and it demanded attention. He pulled the shorts down and his cock sprang free. The warm spring air felt exhilarating. Slipping his fist, Dean continued along the path. He loved being hard and could never get enough of that. Down near the creek, next to a sandy boulder pile almost covered in blackberry vines, a grunting sound sharded his reverie. Dean stepped around the twisted vines. "Uh ... uh ..." Next to the stream, beneath large trees, on the small grassy patch Dean remembered, a hunky dark-skinned man lay naked. His knees flexed wide. Dean saw his fist furiously move up and down as he moaned and grunted. He lifted his hips, strained and viciously mauled his long erection. "'Uh! Ug! Fuck!" His arm stretched, accentuating his muscles and chest. Dappled sunlight glistened his sweat. Dean knew he was only seconds from cumming. Should he? Dare he? Dean stepped and a sudden twig snap caused the man to stop. He froze, arched his neck. Saw Dean. The gorgeous man did not bolt, did not say anything but held his cock and stared at Dean's solid erection. Then he looked up at Dean's eyes and smiled. Dean decided to take a massive risk. "Don't waste it." Dean quickly ran. Without a word, he removed his shorts, knelt and pushed the man's hand away. Dean grasped the base of a nice thick rod. As he lowered his head, the man raised himself onto his elbows, shook his blurry head. Dean began by slowly running his tongue along the man's length. Then Dean parted his lips and dove. The smooth head filled Dean's eager mouth. Dean heard, "Oh, fuck, just what I need!" Dean's head bobbed. He licked and sucked hard. He worked the man's shaft and balls. The man reached and tugged. Dean spun around on top until his dick hung over the man's face. Dean felt warm lips then teeth then strong sucking as the strange man tried to swallow. The man reached and pulled at Dean's hips before his hands kneaded Dean's cheeks. Like an expert, the man took the head of Dean's swollen cock into his throat. It did not take long before the man began to buck and moan around Dean's hard pole and push his cock deeper into Dean's mouth at the same time. Dean jerked and sucked hard. In moments, the cock pulsed. Sticky mangoo shot into Dean's surprised mouth. He swallowed quickly, trying desperately not to let a precious drop escape. When the stranger finished, Dean rose and rolled on his side. He ran a damp palm down the man's solid chest and stomach. "That was amazing," the man said, smiling. "Hey, let's not waste that stiffie!" He spread his legs in an obvious invitation. "We'll have to be quick. My friend is on his way here." Without hesitating, Dean scrambled on top. The man's legs came up around Dean's rear. Dean probed his rock-hard cock between the man's fleshy buttocks. Gazing down on the man's smiling face, Dean gently pushed until he felt his knob stop at the warm, tight entrance. "Is bareback okay?" "The only way to fly, mate. Go ahead and fuck me. I want to feel you jizz me raw!" Dean pushed. His cock popped in easily. He slid further. It felt as if the stranger may have been naturally lubed previously. The man just grinned as Dean pushed as deep as he could. The man's heels rose and pressed his bare heels against Dean's rump. "That's...wow...feels good. I like your size and your body feels great." They both panted heavily now. Dean started fucking. He felt the man clench as he pushed and pulled and thrust. In minutes they were sweating and laughing together, pushing and clutching against each other almost as if they fought for each others orgasm. Dean kept fucking until he felt his body tingle. With a wide-eyed shout, he tensed, pushed hard, and blasted several thick shots into the man. The stranger held Dean's forearms then pulled him down, wrapping his arms around Dean's back and holding firm while Dean spasmed in glory. The man moaned and said next to Dean's ear, "That was amazing. I really felt you blast. I loved how you squirmed and shouted, too." Dean raised himself up on straight arms, looked down, and laughed again. Amazingly, he was not wilting so he began to move again. "What's your name?" he said to the smiling man beneath him. "Jim Hawkins." Dean stopped moving. His mouth dropped open. It couldn't be. "I'm Dean Harmon." "Really?" Jim said. A smirk cross his face. "Do you know Ricky Delgado?" "I see him on the bus and at the gym. That's your friend? He's cute." "Cute?" Jim snickered. "Tell you what, he sure has the hots for you. Been talking about you for weeks now. And now I know why!" "Well, I didn't know how to approach him, and I wasn't sure if he was... And... Well..." "He's a hot little sex-crazed fucker." "I sure am!" Dean's head snapped up and right. Ricky stood only a few meters away. He was grinning widely and had already begun to strip. "You are," Jim announced, "and you know it!" Ricky said, "'I am so jealous you got to Dean first! I've been wanting him to make a move." Dean levered himself up and pulled out of Jim. His cock stood wet and solid, despite the embarrassment. "Look, I don't want any trouble here. I'm sorry Ricky, I didn't know." "I seduced him," Jim grinned. "You would! And what trouble?" Ricky said. Naked, he scrambled down on hands and knees onto the grass next to his muscular dark mate. "Wasn't I obvious enough at the gym? I'm a fucking bottom and I love to be fucked. Come on you two. Let's get it on! Dean, you can finally fuck me, and Jim, give me your dick. And then I get to be in the middle!" XXX A/N: This is a work of fiction. Everything has been made up. Love to know how this story affected you. Don't be shy and don't hold back. The Hoz.

He was 19 the first time he was fucked in the ass by a man. It didn't go well and unfortunately turned him off gay sex long enough to get married to a woman. It was the end of his sophomore year and his other roommates had already moved out. He had another week with the place to himself. Not that it was great, he only owned a bed and desk. Otherwise the place was empty with a few miscellaneous items scattered around. This place was the pits. A generic crappy apartment good for college kids and only barely. He was feeling unleashed. Place to himself, girlfriend on vacation with her family. He was flush with cash having gotten his last paycheck from his work study job. His heart was pounding in the parking lot of the porno store. He took a deep breathe and hopped out of his shitbox Toyota. The walls of smut were bracing. He got an immediate hardon. He browsed the straight porn intoxicated by the box images. He decided to get an anal themed movie, 4 hours on sale, lol. He knew he wanted to check out the gay porn too but couldn't bring himself to at first. He took a look at the movies for a second and then served away like he'd made a mistake? Finally, cheeks blazing red, he started looking at the gay movies. He'd chosen this store because it was nearest the gay part of town. They had a big section of gay movies and he started looking through it. A lot of what he saw at first had really fit, pretty guys fucking with condoms on. He quickly migrated to nastier, bareback stuff. He couldn't believe he was looking at a hole dripping with cum on the cover of a DVD in 1999. He picked it up and another nasty movie with breeding. He paid $78 for the DVDs and headed out. Back home, he put a disc in his PCs drive. The menu came up. Hot Desert Knights? He pressed play and watched the first scene. The video quality was not great but otherwise he jumped into the deep end of the gay porn pool. He shot a load as he watched a man in a sex swing take multiple loads He felt disgusted but kept watching. The men fucked their friend's hole aggressively. ____ loved it when he fucked her hard, too. He posted a message on the hookup site of the day. He said he was 19, a college student, alone at his apartment, and looking for dick. He got a lot of emails. One of them said he could be there in 20 minutes. He said the address. "The gate code is ____." The knock at the door came quickly. There he was. Older than he expected but bearing tequila. A couple of shots had him unleashed. Soon he related the story of his girlfriend being out of town and the trip to the porno store. Then he played his new friend the nasty porn. "Remember, I only want to have sex with a CONDOM." He said drunkenly. His new friend squirted lube on his fingers and shoved two of them in his asshole. He recoiled, sobering up some. "Gentle please" His friend's friendly demeanor was gone. He pulled out his fingers and squirted another glob of lube on his bare cock. "Condom. You agreed." " We both know you want it raw." He was inside me and it was true. "I assumed you'd be some" *wap* *wap* "worn out faggot." *wap* *wap*. "Fuck yeah I'm flooding your hole."

Ah Man's Country. When I lived in Chicago, I was walking distance from there. VERY convenient when I was horny

Would have to vote for bottoming raw, and eating ass ... DEEP. Also have to throw in having my hole eaten deeply and aggressively too, especially overflowing with loads, while I'm deep throating all the ass juices off of every cock breeding me. Sorry ... just a greedy pig.

Other way for me. I hate the chase, love the hookup. I'm always horny and always want sex. I hate the chit-chat before as it seems like it will never end, and guys ask really intrusive personal questions. Some guys seem to love the chase and drag it out and honestly, I lose interest and move on. That's why I prefer cruising at the gym or the trails near me. You know when guys are looking and there's not a lot of chit-chat, just right to fucking.

Hot post. It’s too late to vote but if I could I would have picked eating ass and bottoming raw. I love sucking dick but to me there’s nothing better than having my ass stroked out while someone sits on my face. It’s practically soul cleaning.

My first time was also in Denver, at the Triple C. I didn't hook up with anyone, I was so nervous. I used the hot tub, wandered around, and left after a couple of hours. It took me a few years before I went back to one, this time the DSC. My second time, I finally hooked up. I got a room and played with a couple of guys that night. I gradually got more comfortable in the environment and would play in the open spaces at DSC...was it "the cave" and in the back orgy room. I still have family in Denver, I'm sad they're all closed now and can't stop into one during my visits there.

Never, ever interested in having sex with any close or distant relatives. Now I have had sex with a father and son combo, but the dad was like 47 and the son was 24. I had hooked up many times with the Dad and he bought his son over as a surprise. Now those two never touched each other but it went well, and the father bought the son over at least two other times. I also managed to hook up with the son another time for a three way. But actually, sex with my own FAMILY members? NO WAY!

Just show up with ID and $20. Note that the location is the house next to the structure on the corner. The structure on the corner was what was known as the Warehouse (which was originally a telephone exchange building, now remodeled by the newer owner to look quite modern). The house has play space that includes the garage and back yard. The yard is fenced, has equipment such as a sling and fuck bench, and has sight blocks from neighbors. Have fun!

Working on it now!

He was Ranger/Airborne/Air Assault/Pathfinder. As he'd say, "Rangers lead the way... After we cut them a fucking path"

Been gone for a little while and this is a HOT story to come back too... Thank you for sharing... Huggs

I was 22. Hairless body. Had a page boy bob hairstyle slim very shy. I did not have a choice. I was pursued down the corridors. Lol Dived into a small room with a mattress. Thinking I be safe. Wrong. I had not to that stage of my life been so scared or nervous. I was fucked by 3 different older men. Nothing memorable as I could not relax and they were not interested in me. Years later I now love saunas. But took a couple visits. With large time gaps in between.

Agreed. When I am horny I want cock. I have a small list of friends that I like to have sex with, but when they aren't available finding a sexual outlet (or more so finding a guy to plug his outlet into my inlet) can be frustrating to say the least. The closest gay-friendly bar typically has a high ratio of bottoms to tops (isn't that everywhere?) and a hookup isn't assured. Online apps are a one in one hundred shot on a good day. So I appreciate the cocks I do run across. As for the "bored or horny", it can be both. Sex is a great way to fill a few hours/evening/night/weekend when I am bored or horny. I love to be nude and I love to be fucked, so whatever gets me there is a welcome feeling.

I hate the chase but love the hookup. I have become pretty jaded about the "chase" over 15 years of living in the PNW, most guys here seem to be in it for the chase, but rarely hookup, and even if they do hookup don't penetrate. After hours of cruising, they just want to cuddle but won't touch your dick or let you touch theirs.

As his son relinquished his cock, Ty said, "You'll get a nice buzz from beer piss and when we play with Aunt T, it's even better. Whenever we're together, Matt and I always swap piss and share it in kisses. I love all of Matt's flavors and stinks. TJ, your drinking kills are impressive!" "Dad, you give good piss!" TJ said. "I like the way your cock vibrates in my mouth and your flow is deliciously strong. Can we make this a regular thing? Something about drinking your piss makes it more exciting!" Letting his dad's cock slip out of his mouth, MJ exclaimed, "Everything TJ said is true for me! When we're together, you'll never piss in porcelain and you'll make me one happy pisspig!" With a sly grin, Matt said, "I think that can be arranged! Now, will you allow us to return the favor? Beer always tastes better when it's recycled. You felt good draining my bladder and I guess our videos were a tutorial!" Swapping places, Matt and Ty greedily drank their son's piss. Just one more bonding experience for the 4 of them. The doorbell rang and Matt grabbed his boxers and went to answer it. He returned in less than a minute. "Someone left a note' He said, holding up a piece of paper with a crude drawing of a BioHaz. He read it aloud...'Sir, I know what goes on here and this is not a threat...I'd actually like to join...here's my number....text me, Sam' "Let's see if this leads to anything!" Picking up his phone, he texted, 'Matt here...what do you want?' the reply came seconds later. 'Sam...newly minted member of POZ Brotherhood' and 2 pics attached, a large BioHaz tat on a smooth ass and a 10" cut hard cock, with precum on the tip. Matt passed it around for all to look at and texted back, 'impressive..what can I/we do for you?' Soon a reply, 'I was told to wait for an invite, but I'm bold. Can we meet? Parked around the corner.' Again. he showed it to the others and asked, "Shall we?" Nods all around and he texted back, 'Now just walk in' "Let's put on our boxers, lest we scare him off!" A few minutes later, the door opened. "Join us in the dining room." He entered, standing nervously, 5'9" with spiky blonde hair, his prominent bulge visibly throbbing. "I know it's wrong to be here without an invitation, but when I saw you, I couldn't help myself. You're my daddy's customer. Well, Reggie's not blood but he's the only real daddy I've ever had and he's also my bugdaddy. If you want me to leave, just say so." "Sit down and relax. You're among friends." Matt said. "Obviously you know me, so let me introduce you to my little family. Ty, over there is my boyfriend and lover and these are our sons, MJ and TJ, who also are boyfriends. Reggie is our candyman which explains why he knows me. Excuse our breath, we just recycled our beers." Licking his lips, Sam sighed, "I guess I'm a bit late to get in on that. Daddy and me do that all the time. You probably want to know a bit about me. I was an orphan, adopted as a infant. The people ho took me in are religious freaks, church twice a week, grace before every meal and while I was grateful for a place to live. I never did have a home or a family. I celebrated my graduation by sucking a guy's cock and they caught me and tossed me out on my ass. With nowhere else to go I wound up in a park on the seedy side of town, selling blowjobs for food and cash. A few weeks later, Reggie came along and as much as he wanted me, sexually, he was more concerned about my well being. He took me to his house where he gave me a room of my own. He told me about his business as a drug dealer, but he wouldn't let me be a part of it and he got me this job delivering pizzas. I always promised myself that I'd only give my cherry to a man I loved who loved me in return. Within a month, Reggie became that man for me, but he gave me the HIV talk and said I had to consider what it would do to my life. Just having the talk showed me how much Reggie was in love with me and being totally in love with him, my decision was made. That first time was pure magic and with Reggie's DNA in me, I finally had a family. He nursed me through my fuckflu, making love to me no matter how weak I was because it was what I wanted. After I recovered, he took me to get my tat. We agree that being in love doesn't require monogamy and it turns me on to see his hot, uncut black cock fucking and getting sucked. We're both versatile and mostly play as a couple, but we're still free to play on our own. TJ, MJ, I've seen you guys in school and I envied you being boyfriends. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but I had no self esteem. One thing I did do was follow you into the bathroom and got a look at your sexy uncut cocks. Daddy always talks about the wild parties you guys have and now that I have his bug, I could get an invitation. Seeing you in the flesh, I just had to make a move. Did I do wrong?" MJ and TJ looked at each other as if to say 'Do we tell him' and with a nod from TJ, MJ said, "Aside from sucking each other's cocks and dildo play, TJ and I are both virgins, but we just turned 18 and our dads will be taking our cherries with HIV tonight!" "Wow, that's beautiful" Sam said smiling. "Your dads must really love you and you must really love them. Granted, we're not blood but I couldn't love Reggie anymore if he was and as far as I'm concerned he's my real daddy." Impressed by what he'd heard from Sam and his sons, Matt said, "You did nothing wrong. Reggie is lucky to have a young man like you. I don't have to tell you what a hot fuck he is and with what you're packing, I'm sure you're no slouch. Feel free to tell Reggie about this visit and let him know we approve. Since we need to take care of our sons, our next party will be on hold. We want them to be able to fully participate and yes, you'll be invited." "I've taken up enough of your time, so I'll be going" Sam said. "Thank you for putting up with my intrusion. Hope your conversion is as wonderful as Reggie made mine, but having met you, I'm sure it will be." To be continued

Favorite daddy of all time. He just got hotter with age too ❤️

PART ONE My name is David and I’m an athletic 20 y/o straight guy. Correction: I thought I was!!! I used to spend my weekends hanging out with my girlfriend, but now I spend them lying in a sling getting gangbanged and getting my as filled up with loads of cum. I knew my GF since I was 9 y/o and I thought that I was in love with her, so I didn’t explore my sexuality. In one night I was converted all thanks to some white crystals. It all started a few months ago when my GF and I broke up because she was fucking another guy. To be honest… I felt relieved. Finally I could also spend time with my friends in the weekends. Not that I hardly see them; 7 years ago we started a Parkour (free-running) team after we saw some YouTube vids about it, so you could find us after classes or work at the park or by the abandoned parking garage practicing our moves and jumps. My best friend is Brian, he’s 18 y/o (nearly 19) and coincidently also the younger brother of my ex GF. Brian was a bit different than the rest. When he became 16 he started in the weekends by staying out all night, no one knew where he was. His parents grounded him but without any effect; he just sneaked out when he had the change. He always came home after a few days, so after a while his parents gave up. Around the same I also saw that he had a few tattoos on his body. My first weekend as a free man was coming up so I asked Brian if he wanted to hang out. He told me that his parents weren’t home that weekend so we could do whatever we liked. So later that evening I went over to Brian’s house. Brian opened the door shirtless. I could see that he had a lot more tattoos on his toned body than when I saw them for the first time. ‘Is your sis also home?’, I asked. ‘She’s out and probably won’t come home tonight. So don’t worry!’ he replied. We watched a movie, but I was keeping an eye on the door; I didn’t want to see her cheating face. ‘Dude, relax! Be glad that you’re a free man. Time to start living!’, said Brian. ‘You’re right! But I’m not as laid back as you!’, I replied. He asked ‘Wanna smoke some weed?’. ‘No! I tried that once and became ill’, I answered. ‘In that case… I have something else that doesn’t make you ill… and it will also help you relax’, Brian said. I wanted to say ‘No’ but Brian interrupted me: ‘What did I just said… live a bit!’. ‘Trust me!’, he added. I smiled and nodded. He came back with a burner and a glass pipe with a bowl on the end. He got a bag with a small amount of white crystals and he loaded the contents of the bag in the bowl. The he heated the bowl with the burner and took a deep hit. After 10 seconds he exhaled and said ‘Up for it?’. I nodded. Brian heated the bowl and placed the pipe at my mouth. I followed his instructions and inhaled deep and kept it in for about 10 seconds. ‘You have to take 4 more hits’ Brian said. After the fourth I could feel my body relax. I gave the pipe back to Brian and he also took 5 deep hits. A warm glow went thru my body. ‘When the heat gets to much it’s best to take of your shirt!’ Brian said. ‘Isn’t necessary I think!’, I replied. But a few minutes later I took my shirt off. ‘Shall I switch the movie to some porn?’, Brian asked. ‘Sounds good’, I replied. I felt horny as hell and started rubbing my cock thru my shorts. I saw that Brian got the pipe and took some hits, he than he handed over the pipe and I also took some hits. Brian pulled down his shorts and started to stroke his cock. ‘You don’t mind, do you?!’ he asked. I replied by doing the same. It wasn’t hard to miss that Brian’s cock was larger than my 8 inches. ‘Damn! I knew that my cock was large but yours is even bigger!’, I said. ’Just under 10 inches’, he replied. After stroking our own cocks for 20 minutes I asked for another hit. Brian replied: ‘Sorry dude, we used up the small amount I had!’. ‘Too bad! I made me feel so hot and submissive!’, I replied. ‘We can get some more!’, he said. I looked at Brian. He continued: ‘Friends of mine always have enough, so we can pick up some there. It’s only a 10 minute drive when we take your car’. ‘Don’t they mind?’, I asked. ‘No they won’t… so let’s go… the quicker we go, the quicker we’re back!’, Brian said. So I grabbed my car keys and we drove to Brian’s friends. We arrived at an apartment building. We walked inside, the doorman and Brian greeted each other. When we stepped in to the elevator Brian typed a code on the keypad and pressed the button for the penthouse floor. When we stepped out of the elevator we enter a hallway. At the end we came in a huge living room. Brian cut across towards an other hall, I followed him. We came at a door and I could here loud music and muffled voices coming from behind it. ‘Wait here!’, Brian said. He entered the room, but forgot to fully close the door. I heard moaning and other strange noises. I started to get curious and pushed the door a bit more open so I could see what was happening. I saw naked men fucking and sucking other men. I saw a young guy (18-19 y/o) laying in a sling with his wristed tied behind his back. A black guy with a huge cock walked towards the guy. He rubbed some spit on his cock and started to enter that small white ass. When young guy started to moan louder the black guy took the boys nipples between his fingers and started to pinch and pull them. The moans got louder and louder as the black cock sank deeper and deeper until his cock was fully inside the moaning guy. At that same moment the door opened and Brian and another guy stood in front of me. ‘Are you enjoying the view?’, he said. I stuttered while trying to say ‘No’. ‘Dude your dick is telling us a different story’, said the guy besides Brian. I looked down and saw that my cock was pitching a tent in my shorts and there was also a wet stain where my dick oozed pre-cum. ‘Don’t feel ashamed for liking what you see. I’m not ashamed for it either.”, said Brian. ‘Know you know what I was doing in the weekends’, he said laughing. ‘Come in… no one will bite you!’, said the other guy. I walked in and saw that the other guy was Brians older brother Chris. Chris is 25 y/o and his ripped body is covered in tattoos. His nipples are pierced and he has a huge cock with a PA piercing. Brian hands me a pipe. To calm my nerves I take several deep hits. When I give the pipe back to him I see that Brian already took of his clothes. ‘There’s only one of us overdressed’, Brian said while pulling down my shorts. Chris pulls up my shirt over my head. Brian stands in front of me and looks me deep in my eyes. His hand starts to stroke my hard cock. I become mesmerized. Our faces come closer, our lips touch and we start to kiss. I never felt like this before and I don’t want it to end. He did a step back and said: ‘You said that the Tina makes you horny and submissive. Are you willing to open yourself for new feelings and ideas? Are you willing to give yourself to me and to do whatever I say no questions asked? Do you thrust me?’. ‘YES, YES, YES’ I answered unknowing what to come. ‘Drink this’, Brian said. ‘What is it’. I asked. ‘It’s something called G… it’s to relax you… After this no questions anymore, remember?!’, Brian said. I nodded. I went to sit down and saw how the black guy was pounding the young guy in the sling harder and harder. With a loud roar he rammed his cock as deep as he could and started to shake. ‘That’s Devon and his loads are huge… Go and take a closer look!”, says Chris. I walk towards the sling and see how Devon pulls out his cock. The asshole of the young guy stays open and pulsates while slowly a stream of cum start to ooze out. ‘Your cock likes it… why don’t you put yours in so you can feel how a sloppy cum hole feels?’, says Devon. I move towards the ass and slide my cock inside. The feeling is incredible and not to explain. Brain takes place behind me, his hand goes around my waist and slides besides my cock in the ass. When it’s inside it wraps around my cock and begins to stroke my cock. The feeling of being jerked off inside some ones ass is mind-blowing. The bottom and I start moan in sync. Brian start to jerk harder and faster. I feel my cock swell up inside and with a loud roar I shoot my first load in a boys ass. Brian and I pull out and kiss. Then Brian takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. ‘I’m going to show you how you clean your ass… because I only fuck clean asses… you want to feel this cock inside you? Yes you do! Because you said you would give yourself to me!!’, Brian said with a grin. I smiled and nodded. When I was clean I could feel that I was getting woozy from the drink. Brian orders me to lay in the sling. ‘When you’re in the sling a pipe isn’t very handy… so we a better way… stick out your arm and trust me!’, said Brian. I do as asked and stick out my arm. Chris takes a shoelace and ties off my arm. Before I realize it I feel a needle in my arm and see how the contents of the syringe disappears in my vein. ‘Enjoy the trip!’, says Chris while he looses the shoelace. I feel the T shooting thru my veins which makes me cough. And while I feel myself glide into a state of pure trance I hear Chris say ‘I gave him an extra dose to make him totally brainwash him and turn him in to a toxic cum whore’. The only thing I remember is begging to get my ass filled with cock and me pleading to be turned in to a toxic cum whore. I woke up from my trance a few hours later with a sloppy cum as like the other young guy. The young guy was laying beside me. He was wearing glasses this time. I recognized him as a guy from my class. ‘The next time the dose will be normal… that way you can feel it all when you get fucked by Devon”, said the guy. ‘Did I got fucked by Devon?’, I said. ‘Yes! Brian even fisted his cum deeper inside you!’ he replied. I was in shock. ‘They filmed everything so you can watch it… so you can see what they are going to do to you next week!’, he added. ‘Don’t think that there will be a next time!’, I said. ‘Yes you will, that empty feeling in your ass will get more and more until you beg to be filled! I was converted last year and I haven’t missed a party since! Their toxic DNA is flowing in your blood now. Your one of us!” he says. ‘One of you?’, I asked. ‘Hey guys, he didn’t discover the band-aid just above his cock!’, he shouts. ‘We all got a biohazard tattoo with the text “POZ BROTHER” above it. We all have one!’, he continued. Slowly the result of my actions set in and the harder I thought about it the hornier I got. My ass started to tingle, I know now that the empty feeling only will get worser, so I asked out loud ‘Can some one please fill my ass again?’. ‘Later… we first going to show you on bigscreen what you missed! So you know what where going to do to you next time!’, said Chris laughing. TO BE CONTINUED!

Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.

Yes

Spit roast with me in the middle. Or being fucked doggie. Always gets me off!

a friend of mine who is gay only recently discovered that I am BI and have had sex with guys and the other day he asked me how I decided to let another guy inside my ass and especially totally BARE? I told him it happened that first time by surprise/accident and I quickly leaned it felt incredible feeling another man's cock sliding in and out of my hole and that wasn't the best part of it. Freely giving myself over to another guy for him to use for his pleasure especially if he puts you face down ass up and his body weight is pressing down against you and he wraps his arms around you tightly showing you that he is in control and you're just going to enjoy the ride! Better than that is two guys using you while other people are watching it happen

He was such a great in so many ways/. I went back and re-read all our skype chat conversations, was really forwarding meeting him in person. I still find the cause of death in any of the links posted or overall. RIP

If you're gonna cheat, keep it in the family.

Just had an experience to confirm my suspicions. It's the last day of my holiday and a couple messaged me on Grindr when I was on another day trip. We made provisional arrangements to meet which I thought would fall through. I agreed as they were both vers. After a couple of false starts they were on their way. I popped a viagra to help me along and they arrived as promised. Both lovely lads and both supposedly vers, but 1 was far more bottom than the other and was also a bit too fat for my tastes. The top was a complete stud however and bred my hole twice. I did my utmost to breed the bottom but I just couldn't do it. If I'd met him in a sauna glory hole, I'd have bred him no bother as his ass was quite fuckable, but the pressure of feeling I had to perform meant I didn't. He certainly got a good fucking, just not my cum. We all had a good time, and I got another breeding but its a lesson learned. Don't play with couples, unless they are both tops..

When my partner first suggested trying a 3some, I was very hesitant to try and had a lot of reservation (even after blowing lots of clouds). We had similar rules. No kissing and only fucking with a condom. We informed people of our agreement before we met. That was how it went the first time we tried a 3some. The second time we had a 3some, again, we told the guy our agreement. The guy also wanted to play safe and he brought a fresh pack of condoms. At one point, the guy was sucking my dick as my partner was eating his ass. When my partner finished eating his ass, I remember my partner had an evil look to his face as he watched me and got up and pressed his bare knob on the guy's hole. The idea that my partner was going to breach our rules right in front of me without any discussion because he was horny got me extra rock hard. My partner looked down at my cock, and slowly sank his bare cock into the guy. The guy knew my partner hasn't had the chance to open the fresh pack of condoms and made no protest and i watched him back his arse onto my partner's cock. That night, the rules, without any further discussion, went out of the window. We kissed the guy. The guy and I fucked each other bare. Far more memorable than my first 3some.

Stealthing is a pretty shitty thing to do and he'll land himself in hot water before long

I love to smoke and wank, inhaling as you cum really intensifies the orgasm

I just made a porn with Lance Charger. I'm probably not supposed to say more about it than that. Let's just say he fucked me GOOD, and he's one of the best - if not THEE best - scene partner I've ever had.

Where do you think the story is going after this chapter? Sorry for any typos. Writing it on my phone. If anyone wants to be my proofreader and get first looks at future chapters let me know xx Chapter 3 Leon held my hand as he lead me through the front door and through the living room to his bedroom. His housemates were sitting on the couch smoking joints. “Daddy fucker’s brought another Daddy home” one of them teased. “I don’t like to disappoint” Leon quipped back. “Hope he knows what he’s in for” the other retorted as Leon shut the bedroom door. His bedroom was small but very neat. Leon jumped into the bed and started to take off his shorts. “Strip for me Daddy faggot. Let’s finally see that little cock of yours” he commanded. I don’t have a bad body but the years of fatherhood, work and married life had left me a lot more average than this toned twink lying in front of me. I started to take off my shoes and pants. “Boxer briefs huh? Straight guys always have the most boring underwear” Leon laughed “now pull them down Daddy fag.” I locked my thumbs under the waistband and dropped them to the floor. My little cock sprung out, rock hard from our drive over. “Wow! It’s even smaller than I thought it would be. What’s that like 3 inches? 4 inches top? Your foreskin looks like it’s at least half the length” Leon said sounding shocked. “Yes Sir. 3.5 inches” I said meekly. I’d never really thought about how small I was. But in Leon’s presence I felt inadequate and inferior. “No wonder your wife didn’t want to go to bed with you on your anniversary” he said meanly grasping his semi hard cock in his hand. “Now this is a real cock. This is a cock faggots like you crave. Tell me Daddy what do you want me to do with it.” He was right compared to him my cock was nothing. His was thick, straight, long and perfect. I’d always fantasised about bottoming, but surely I couldn’t take his Alpha cock? “I want you to fuck me” I said almost shocking myself. “Wow you really are craving cock aren’t you faggot? Have you ever even taken a cock?” Leon pushed. “No Sir. A few fingers is all that’s been in” I said feeling exposed. “Well then fag seems like it will be a baptism of fire” he said with an evil grin. “Now finish stripping.” I eagerly took my shirt off. I paused a moment before removing my wedding ring and slipping it into the pocket of my pants. Leon patted the bed next to him and I climbed in eagerly. “Open wide Daddy” Leon ordered. I did as I was told and hocked another slimy spit into my mouth. “Now swallow. Good Daddy. Fuck you’re obedient. A born faggot”. I don’t know why I was letting this hot young twink order me around but I craved. “May I please have another Sir?” I asked immediately. Leon snorted from the back of his throat and spat a huge phlegmy spit into my throat. “Thank you Sir” I said instinctively. “Get on all fours ass up Daddy faggot” Leon said firmly. Fuck this is moving faster than I thought. But I’d waiting so long for this moment. I did as I was ordered as Leon moved behind my ass. I felt his hands spread my hairy cheeks as he inhaled deeply. “Mmm you smell ripe Daddy. Straight guys never wash their ass properly. I guess that goes for closeted fags too” Leon mused. I then felt something warm and wet touch my tight virgin hole. It then started to push in and out. Fuck it was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt. I was in heaven. My little cock started to leak precum as this hot young twink was tongue fucking my ass. “Please, more, that feels so good” I stammered as my legs started to shake. Leon drove his tongue in deeper as I reached for my hard little cock. Leon stopped eating my ass he slapped my hand away. “Did I say you could touch your little prick faggot?” Leon sniped “your please comes from your ass Daddy and nothing else. “Yes Sir” I replied. My little dick was leaking like crazy as Leon drove his tongue even deeper. I’d never felt anything like this before. I could barely think about anything else except Leon’s tongue expertly pleasuring my aching hole. Leon ate my ass for what felt like hours but realistically it was just a few minutes. “Damn Daddy you have a tasty ass but we’re going to have to start loosening you up if you have any chance of taking my cock” he said as I heard a click and felt a cold slick liquid dribble down my ass to my hole. I could feel his finger start to massage my hole, circling it, teasing it. I couldn’t take it anymore “Please stick in Sir. Please I need it.” I pleaded. Leon pressed his finger against my hole and pushed in. It stung a bit as he entered but it still slipped right in. Leon worked my hole with his finger pushing it deeper and moving it side to side. “Good Daddy you’re taking it so well. To think earlier today you were just another closet fag ghosting poor guys on grindr only dreaming of a hot young guy like me fingering your pussy” Leon said with glee. “Brace yourself”. With that Leon pushed another finger in. Fuck it stung more but the pain soon turned to pleasure as he worked my hole. It took all my restraint not to jerk off. My little cock was aching as he explored my ass. Soon enough he had three fingers in me. I hurt but a good kind of pain. “Please Sir I need it. Please just do it already” I begged. “What do you need Daddy faggot?” He asked. “I wanna hear you say it”. “Your cock Sir. I need to know how it feels to get fucked. I’ve hidden for too long I need to feel another man inside me. Please Sir just fuck me” I pleaded with him. He sharply pulled his fingers out of my ass, it felt like he dragged his nails against the walls of my ass. It hurt a lot. “Look what a mess you’ve made of my fingers from your unprepared ass?” He said showing me his fingers. They looked like they had some shit on them. “Clean them off pig”. I reached for some tissues beside his bed. “No not with those. Your mouth faggot” he ordered. “I can’t. They’re covered in shit” I begged. “Do you want me cock or not? No skin off my back if we don’t fuck” he said with a shrug. Fuck I really need his cock. I stick my tongue out and take his fingers into my mouth. I gagged as I sucked my shit off his fingers. He laughed as I did. He leaned over my back and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Good Daddy I knew you’d do what it takes to please me” he whispered in my ear. I heard the click of the lube again as he rubbed a good amount against my hole. Sticking his fingers in again to get it nice and deep. Again he dragged his nails against the inside of my ass. He pulled his fingers out and stuck them in my face again. This time as I reluctantly cleaned them off I noticed a little blood. I looked around to see him lubing his thick veiny cock. He must have been 9 inches when fully hard. What the fuck was I doing. “Aren’t you going to wear a condom Sir?” I said worriedly. “I don’t have any fag. Is that a problem?” He asked. “We should. What if” - “What if what Daddy Faggot?” He said cutting me off. “Nothing” I replied with resignation. Was I really going to take him raw and unprotected? This is madness. I’ve never had gay sex but I know you gotta be safe. Sure I’d watched a lot of bareback porn and longed to feel a guy cum deep inside me. But that was just a fantasy. Fuck it. He looks like a young healthy guy. He’s probably on prep anyway and knows I’m clean. “Good Daddy. Raw feels so much better anyways. I’m going to breed you with my gift faggot” Leon said eagerly. This was really happening. My entire adult life I’ve dreamed of being fucked and bred and it was finally happening at the hands of this hot twink. I could feel the big head of his cock pressing against my hole. “Relax as best you can faggot. I’m not going to lie Daddy but this is going to hurt for the first little while at least. I’d say relax like you were taking a shit but because you haven’t cleaned up properly that would just make things worse” Leon said trying to reassure me. “Just do it Sir. I can take it” I said gripping the pillow in front of me. “OK Daddy brace yourself” he said as I felt him press his weight against my hole. He struggled at first pushing hard to get past my hole. Then suddenly I felt this searing pain and almost a pop as his cock head pushed through my hole and a few inches of his perfect cock followed. “Stop. Pleas take it out it hurts so bad” I pleaded as I felt the worst pain I’d ever felt in my life. I tried to push myself off him but he pressed his arm into the back of my neck and pressed down with all his weight. “Stop struggling faggot. This is happening whether you like it or not. We’ve gone past the point of no return. If you relax it will feel better soon enough Daddy” Leon commanded as he pushed another inch of two into me. I relaxed a little as he slowly fucked my tight virgin pussy. Pussy? Where did that come from? He slowly pumped his thick cock in and out of my hole. Every couple of minutes he’d push a little deeper unleashing a new unbearable pain as he got further into my ass. “Good Daddy faggot you’re doing so well” he said trying to reassure me “this is what you’ve always wanted it’s what you’ve always needed. Soon enough I will have marked you and you will be free to be the Daddy slut you need to be”. What did he mean by mark me? The pain started to subside as he slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper into me. He must have been at least two thirds of the way in now. I began to relax into the rhythm of his slow purposeful fuck. As he pushed a further inch in I felt this pressure that sent my little cock into over drive. Leon noticed and started rubbing back and forth on that spot as my cock dropped like crazy almost spasming. “Looks like we’ve found your prostate Daddy. It’s a bit deeper than most fags so lucky your first time is with a real cock that can reach it” he said joyfully. “Fuck…. That’s…. Umm… Ugghhh…” I could barely verbalise what I was thinking but I was in ecstasy. As his cock head massaged my prostate the pain totally left my mind. He was expertly teasing my cock through my ass. “That’s enough fun for you now Daddy now it’s my turn” Leon said in a way that frightened me. The pleasure was still there but the pain returned as I felt Leon push even deeper into me. With one last push I felt an unbearable pain and a second pop as he sunk into me completely. I screamed out in pain begging him to pull out. “Shh, ahh, it’s okay Daddy faggot you’re doing so well. You’ve somehow taken me all the way in. All 9 inches of my superior Alpha Cock is now filling you up” he whispered into my ear. “You were clearly born to bottom. I’m so proud of you Daddy. Don’t worry we’re going to hold it in there for now while you adjust”. How was this possible how had I taken all 9 inches of this Coke can cock in my virgin hole. It was warm and comforting even though my ass hurt like hell. He held his cock deep in me for what must have been at least 10 minutes while he whispered in my ear reassuringly and kissing the back of my neck. “Good Daddy. I’m so proud of you. Not many virgins can accomplish this. Only the special fags destined to receive my special life altering load” he whispered. “Are you ready for the real fucking to start Daddy fag?” Real fucking? What had the last hour been? “Yes Sir please” I managed to blurt out. With that Leon slowly pulled his cock out so just the tip was resting in my hole. It was a relief as the pain subsided but it didn’t last long as he slowly pushed the full length back in until he was balls deep. As he continued to pump the full length of his cock in and out of me he got faster and faster with each thrust. The pain remained but each time he passed my prostate my cock twitched and leaked. Soon enough he had found a rhythm and was working my hole as his balls slapped against mine. “That’s it Daddy take my Alpha Cock while your little prick leaks and jumps with each stroke” he shouted. “Your as is mine Daddy fag forever I will be in you. You will carry me with you always”. What as he going on about? He was hot but definitely strange. He pulled his cock out completely. My sore tired hole spasmed and twitched. He just waited. I started to feel empty. It hurt like hell but I needed his cock back in me. “Please Sir put it back in” I begged. “That’s it. Daddy faggot needs his young Twink’s cock doesn’t he?” He shouted. “Yes please Sir. Just stick it back in” I pleaded. He plunged his cock in ball deep in one clean motion. He repeated this at least 20 more times. Pulling out completely and plunging straight back in. Each time his head brushing past my prostate and sending my little dick into a spin. On the final thrust past my prostate I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My little clock exploded all over his sheets. Rope after rope of cum covered his black sheets. “Good Daddy finally cumming how you were meant to. Hands free. All because of my perfect Alpha Cock” he said triumphantly like he’d made a conquest. “Now it’s my turn. Roll over. I want to see your face while I load you up”. He pulled out. I was weak in my legs by this point was was happy to switch up positions. My cum covered my back as I rolled over. He pressed against my hole and sunk in. It felt so different now that I’d cum. A lot less enjoyable. The pain returned as Leon built up speed. “You don’t know how lucky you are that I’m taking your virginity tonight Daddy faggot. My special load is going to change your life” he said excitedly. “Yes. Thank you Sir. But why do you keep saying stuff like that?” I asked in my daze. “Because Daddy faggot, my cum is special. Not all guys have cum like mine. Mine will allow you to be the slut you were born to be. You won’t have to worry about what load you’re taking. You’ll be able to be bred by any cock you like” he said building up speed and getting short of breath. I could barely understand what he was saying. My little cock started getting hard again as fucked my ass faster and faster. Each stroke the full length of his cock. “I’m so close Daddy fag. I’m going to breed your virgin ass and liberate you” he said panting “tell me you want it. Tell me you want my toxic load”. Toxic load? What does that even mean? “Yes Sir I want your cum” I managed to get out. “Say it. Say you want my toxic load” he ordered again. “I want it Sir. I want your toxic load” I screamed. “Good boy. You agree” he replied. With that Leon went into overdrive. If I thought the fucking was rough this past hour I had no idea. Leon picked up speed and the fucked my hole with such force it was like my ass was tearing open. I felt his cock get thicker in my ass as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Here it comes Daddy faggot. My toxic poz cum just for you” he yelled. Poz? What? I didn’t know what all the other things he said were but I knew what poz was. I’d seen it on grindr. Fuck I had to get off him. I tried to push him away but I couldn’t. At that moment I felt his cock swell and my guts were flooded with his hot toxic cum. I felt it fill me up. At that point my little cock dribbled put a second load. Leon collapsed on top of me his cock still in my ass. I tried to get away but he held and brought his lips close to my face. “Good Daddy faggot. You’ve taken the first step to living your true cumslut self. I’m so proud of what you’ve achieved tonight in such a short period” he said reassuringly as he kissed me deeply and passionately. I couldn’t help it. I kissed him back. “We need you to keep my gift inside you. So it can take” he said softly holding me tightly. I was frozen with fear. I couldn’t move. “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir” I said with a dry mouth. Fuck. What have I done? How did this happen?

AtlScotty Scott Spears

It’s very rare that I go to the local bear bar. For one, I’m a little guy. Oh, I’m tall enough, I clear six feet with a little left over to spare, but I’m pretty slim (and that’s on a week where I’m feeling good about myself, otherwise I have to use the dreaded “skinny” word). Thing is, I’ve always been interested in the bear type. Unfortunately, those husky, rough, stocky guys rarely seem to like little guys like me. I’m not a large guy, have dark red hair that turns brown on my head, but stays a dark read on my goatee, chest, and everywhere else. I’ve also got mismatched eyes - the right one is green, the left one is blue. They’re both pretty dark, and it’s hard to tell until you’re up close, but every now and then, someone notices, and they always get extra points. But, regardless, I’m a little guy. One guy once said, “I’d be afraid to break you.” Hey, I might like getting broken. I’m digressing, where was I? Oh, right. I had a rare weekend off from working my retail job, and having a confident day, I decided to head out to the local bear-pub. I sat out on the patio for most of the late afternoon with a book, since it was nice weather, then went inside and stuck my book behind the bar with the bartender and set about to some bear-watching. One of the benefits of Ottawa having only one real bear-bar is that all the bears come visit. Even better, being in the nation’s capital has the added bonus of attracting a lot of travellers (though, I’ll admit, Toronto and Montreal have more traffic, and I’ve sure had fun at the bottom of a big ol’ pile of bears in both cities, but I’m digressing again). I’m sitting at the window-table, which is round and normally seats about five, but it’s early and no one is really here yet - and a lot of people are outside smoking (yeah, anti-smoking laws, it sucks. I don’t smoke, but man do I love to watch a stocky man puff on a cigar). And then in walks a man in - I kid you not - a security guard outfit. Now, normally, I’d think to myself, “Roleplay.” But it’s a tad early, and he seems to have a really “real” outfit, right down to highly polished boots. He’s about my height, but he’s a big guy - stocky in the right ways - not a cut muscular body-builder, more like what you’d call “Farm muscle.” He was strong in a beefy stocky way that you know came from honest hard work, not gym bunny stuff. Add to that a full beard and hair dark enough that you could see it all over his forearms and I was thinking it might be worthwhile to get arrested. Anyway, he grabbed a beer, and sat down to drink it, looking around vaguely. He caught me staring at him, and so I nodded and tried to look nonchalant. He nodded back and went back to his beer. That’s about typical. After I finished my drink (and he was on his second beer), I wandered past him (nice thick hands, and - lo - a wedding ring), and went to the pool table. Normally I just watch, but I was bored, and I figured I could stare at the officer stud between shots at the table without looking too obtrusive. He was near the end of the bar, well within sight of the pool table in the lower room to the rear of the bar. I put down my loonie, and when the current game ended between two bears I vaguely knew from the “Bear Brunches,” I got to play the winner. I am willing to admit that I chatted up the two to see if they knew the uniform man, and they said they didn’t. When he strolled over on his third beer and put down a loonie, I suddenly wished I could play pool worth a damn. Suddenly, however, the bear I was playing got very bad at pool (he winked at me as he sank the 8-ball by “accident”) and I ended up playing with the officer. Oh man. I could barely speak. For one, he’d undone the first two buttons on his dress shirt now, and there was a veritable forest of black hair in there to play with. For two, he was being friendly enough. I learned that he was here for some sort of cop/peace-officer/corrections-officer parade and event. His arm-badge said “Correctional Services Correctionnels, Ontario.” The man worked in a prison in a fair sized city up north. Have I mentioned I could barely speak? Married, no kids. Damned good pool player. I was struggling for the game not to end quickly, but I lost pretty fast, and he offered me another shot. I laughed, told him I sucked (unintentional advertisement, I assure you), but he shrugged and said he had the rest of the day free, and that the parade proper didn’t start until the next day. I found out he was in the Lord Elgin (nice place), had his own room, and did I mention I could barely speak? Then the bombshell. When I asked him what brought him to the Centretown Pub, he says, “I was just walking and it looked like a good place for a beer.” Crish-crash for the hopes and dreams of this little otterboy. Married, Prison Guard... straight. Oops. Part of me wanted to tell him that he was in a gay bar. The other part of me figured that if he hadn’t noticed the way he was getting ogled, and how swishy the bartender was, then he had no right to be a corrections officer anyway. As the bar filled up, I noticed him casting odd glances around, and we played another three games (I actually won one when he missed the 8 ball at the end), and I bought him a beer for the sole reason of gloating to the rest of the bar with my eyes that yes, I was here with the prison guard. They could do without knowing he was straight and married. We were crammed in at the bar when he finally turned to me and said, “You’re gay.” I couldn’t help it. He stated it with such vague unease that it made me laugh. Here was a big strong husky stocky prison guard stud and he’s uncomfortable with a little guy like me. I’m probably giving myself too much credit - there was a bar full of bears by this point, all looking at him. I managed to wipe the smirk off my face and nodded, and said, “Yup. It’s okay, I saw your ring.” He looked at it, smiled, and had another swig. Talk was better then. He eased up on the topic, and I admitted that it was fun to be chatting with him in front of all the other bears. Then I had to explain what a bear was. He laughed at that one. He asked a few intelligent questions about a guy my age being in this particular bar (I’m 26, and the average patron was likely in his late thirties/early forties), so I explained my “tastes” in older stocky beary men. By this point I was tipsy (like I said, little guy I am, third or fourth beer by now), so I was likely flirting a little. He eventually glanced at his watch, saw it was nearly midnight, and said he should probably try and find his way back to his hotel. Well, being the consummate gentleman I am, I offered to walk him to his hotel, which he accepted easily enough. I left the bar with the stare of a dozen envious bears on my back, and I soaked it up happily. While we were walking, however, his questions got a little bit more intense, and I started to wonder about my new friend the security guard. “How long have you liked older guys then?” he asked. I told a particularly poor-taste story of how I got my first real hard on as a twelve year old sitting on Santa’s lap as a gag with some friends. “So you like older older men,” he said. I shook my head, and said I usually preferred men in their late thirties, like himself. He grinned at me through that awesome fucking beard and said, “Son, if you think I’m in my late thirties, then you’re welcome on my lap anytime.” He laughed a little while he said it, but the combination of “Son” and the notion of sitting on his lap had me hard. My jeans were a little too tight to be comfortable, and I got all tongue tied, but managed to say “Yes, sir.” He glanced at me, and smiled at that, and suddenly the look in his eyes struck me as more than friendly. I got even harder. Unfortunately, as anyone knows who has lived in Ottawa, the Centretown Pub and the Lord Elgin Hotel aren’t that far apart. I was there before I wanted to be, and gestured to the doors, “There you are, sir.” He nodded, “You like saying that, eh, son?” Another thrill at being referred to as ‘son.’ “Saying what?” I tried to be a little coy. “Sir,” he said, and smiled again, “Like the guys we’ve got in the cells.” Oh help. I swear to God my knees got weak. “Yes, sir,” I managed again, but it came out wobbly. He looked at the hotel again, and then at me, and said, “Come on.” I had no trouble saying “Yes, sir,” that time. In his room, which was a nice little room with two windows on one of the corners, and a fairly large bed and two chairs, he turned on the television, and yanked his shirt out from his belted pants. I got a brief flash of a stocky hairy torso, and swallowed hard. He flipped on the television, and then sat on his bed. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, and then sat down on the edge of the bed. “Some of the guys offer to suck me,” he said, in his rolling deep voice, “They say no one sucks a cock like another guy.” My mouth watered, and I said, “Sounds about right, sir.” “Would cost me my job,” he said, and looked at me, “So I never found out.” I nodded. “Suck my dick,” he ordered. Oh man, I can’t tell you how my whole body jerked when he said it. I pretty much threw myself at his crotch, and started to undo his belt. “Yes, sir!” I said, and in about four seconds I had his belt undone, his zipper down, and tugged down his white briefs enough to get his cock out. Thick, uncut, and fuck did he have a hot man scent going on. Hairy bush tickled my nose as I started licking his shaft a little. Even soft he was thick, and I knew that he might not be long when he was hard - maybe six and a half inches - but he’d be thick. I swallowed him, and he got hard pretty damned quick. I dug my tongue under his foreskin, and licked around his cockhead. He liked that, and grabbed the back of my head with one hand and shoved me down on his cock when I did that. “Yeah son, suck that dick,” he moaned, in his grumbly voice, “suck it good, fuck yeah.” I went down on him with a vengeance, and he got so hard and thick my spit was dribbling down his shaft and getting his pubic hairs wet. He kept shoving my head down agains this crotch, and once he did it so forcefully that I started to gag. He pulled me back, and as his cock slapped up against his hairy stomach he said, “I thought you could suck cock good, son.” “I’m sorry, sir!” I said, and he smiled at me with a really hot look in his eyes. “That’s how you want it, eh?” He shoved my head back into his crotch, “Lick my balls, son. Lick em good.” I sucked on his balls, licked them, and said, “yes sir!” as often as I could between licks. He mashed my face into his groin, then put my mouth back on his cockhead again and ordered me to suck. I sucked. It got faster and hotter, and wanting to test the boundaries a little, I put one of my hands under his shirt and ran it over his furry chest. His pecs were hard with my sucking, and he felt like he looked - like a stocky football player or something. He didn’t move my hands, so I kept exploring. With one hand I wrapped my fingers around his cock so I could give his cockhead more attention, with the other I found one nipple in his hairy chest and started to roll it between my thumb and forefinger. That god a deep moan. “Fuck yeah, son, suck my cock... play with my chest... you want it, don’t you, son...” “Yes sir! I’m your boy!” I gasped out, and went back to sucking again. His balls were drawing tight, and I could feel his entire body tense. “You want my cum down that throat, son? That what you want?” I just sucked harder, running my tongue around his cockhead furiously, and he grabbed my head with both hands and shoved me down his meat - I felt his load shoot into my throat, and I nearly gagged again, but he held me fast on his dick. “Fuck yeah, son!” he yelled. I swallowed furiously, but quite a bit of it leaked out around my lips and onto his bush. He grunted, fucking my face, and I swallowed more. Finally, he slumped back, and released his hold. I kept sucking, and then released his cock and licked up all the cum from his pubic hairs. Fuck he was hot - salty and slick. I lay there on his legs, and he smiled down at me. I licked my lips, and said, “Thank you, sir.” He put his rough thumb in my mouth, and I sucked it. He chuckled, “You keep that up, boy, and I’m gonna want it again.” Boy. Fuck. Nothing makes me hotter than bein called Boy. Goddamn. I suckled his thumb more insitantly, and he grinned, “Get up, son.” I got up, regretfully, but I had a belly full of cum and that would have to be enough. But he just got up, went to the bathroom, and wiped off the bits of his cum that were on his bush. When he came back out, the shirt was undone, revealing his hot stocky fur-covered chest, and he was only wearing his briefs, having left the pants in the bathroom. He stood above me beside the bed, and grabbed my crotch, feeling my hard on. “You’re turned on, eh son?” “Yessir,” I said. I was never going to tire of saying that. “I ain’t gonna suck that, boy. I ain’t no pussyboy.” “Nosir!” I said. He smiled, and leaned right into my face, “You making fun of me, boy?” “No Sir!” He smiled, “Sometimes the boys make fun of us guards. Think we’re stupid. You think I’m stupid, boy?” “No sir!” “Good,” he said, but he was still holding my crotch. God it felt good to have this hot fucking stud holding my hard-on, even through my jeans. “You get fucked, boy?” I writhed! “Yes sir, please sir!” He kept a hard grip on my dick. “The guys say they suck better than a chick, and you proved that right. They also say they fuck better than a pussy - is that right, boy?” “Oh yes sir!” He was squeezing. It was starting to hurt my balls but fuck it was turning me on. “Please sir, fuck me!” He laughed, and let go, “Show me your ass, boy.” I fumbled with my pants, but got them off as fast as I could, and tugged off my briefs the same way. Obediently, I rolled over on my tummy, and put my ass up in the air like a good pussyboy. He held my ass with both hands - gripped it roughly with those awesome calloused hands, and I got so damned hard all over again. I balanced on one arm and jerked my cock with the other, but only got in one stroke before he’d grabbed both my hands and wrestled himself on top of me. My cock was pressed against the bed, and I could feel his hard on again through his briefs, right near the crack of my ass. I writhed. “Don’t you know that boys aren’t allowed to touch themselves on my watch?” I moaned, “No, sir! Sorry, sir!” He kept my wrists in one of his big hands, and started reaching for something. He couldn’t reach, so he dragged me up a bit, and I stumbled, but he kept me on my feet as we walked to the closet by the door. My hard-on strained out ahead of me, and I could feel the hair on his forearm against my back. Fuck I needed to cum! He grabbed something, and before I knew it, he was shoving me back towards the bed, climbing back on my, pinning my legs under his own knees, and then, with a quick and obviously practiced motion, he cuffed me. The feel of hte handcuffs make me moan out loud. “You can’t touch yourself now, boy.” He let go of my wrists, and I started to struggle. He laughed. Oh man. He grabbed my ass again now, one cheek in both hands, and rubbed. “My wife never lets me fuck her ass, boy. Says it hurts. It hurt, boy?” “Yes, sir!” I tried not to sound pathetic, and was rubbing my cock against the bed furiously. Oh man oh man... “I don’t care if it hurts boy, I’m gonna fuck that ass. Looks nice and tight, boy. Better than a pussy, right boy?” “Oh yessir!” I was nearly yelling now, and he laughed, enjoying my frantic humping of the bed. With a yank from both hands, I was up on my knees again, my face pressed against the bed, but my cock up away from the bed, rock hard and aching. He spat at my hole, and I thrashed. He laughed again, “Gonna fuck your ass, boy.” “Please sir, fuck my ass sir! Ride me hard, sir!” He pulled his cock out of his underwear again, and teased me by putting his cockhead at my hole. “You want that boy?” I tried to shove my ass back onto his cock, but he kept my ass in place with his hands. The strength of him turned me on and was pushing me over the edge, I was writhing, “Please sir, fuck me, fuck my ass, plow this boy!” I kept chanting it over and over. He shoved himself into me with one brutal thrust, and I fucking saw stars! I screamed with it - he filled me up with his thick fucking cock up to bursting, and with only one glob of spit I was on fire! It burned, it felt like he was breaking me up inside, and I yelled. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and shoved my face into the covers of the bed, “Fucking tight ass, boy!” he yelled, “You wanted it rough, boy, you’re gonna get fucked!” “Please, sir! Wait.. You’re... ahhh!” was about as far as I got before he pulled himself back, and just before popping his cockhead out, he shoved himself back in again, and I was screaming again. He did this three or four times, a slow pull out, and a rough fuck in, and I felt myself collapsing under him. Only his hands, now back on my ass, kept me on my knees for him. My hands were straining in the cuffs, and without any more warning, he started to fuck me faster. “Fuck yeah boy, tight fucking ass... better than pussy... fuck yeah... take it, boy, take it...” He grunted while he assaulted my ass, and through the burning it started to work into that rubbing that feels fucking awesome - the slamming of a cock inside that lets you know you are being ridden by a fucking man. I moaned again, feeling my hard on returning, and he started getting more verbal. “You little pussyboy, you take that cock, you’re just a fucking pussy fag, arent you boy?” “Yes sir!” I would yell, over and over, while he slamfucked my ass. Before long, his pace went from fast to furious, and he started shoving me down with each thrust, his hands biting into my ass they were clenching so hard. I could feel his dick getting thicker, and fuck I was mad with it, I started begging. “Give me your load sir! Cream this boypussy, sir!” He let out a long, harsh yell, and fucked me so hard my knees started to bounce up off the damned bed, and with his yell he shot a hot liquid load up my ass. His second load wasn’t as big as his first, but the feel of it shoved me right over the edge and came as he collapsed on top of me. He lay there, heavy on top of me, dick still inside me throbbing last bits of cum down my hole, and I could barely breathe. My ass felt like it would never get tight again, and leaked his cum. My shoulders burned from the cuffs, and he rubbed his beard against my neck, moving his mouth to my ears, and said, “Better than pussy, boy.” He rolled off me, but left me cuffed like that while he got himself cleaned up. He was fucking rugged looking - cum dripping from his cock, his underwear wet with it, his shirt all rumpled and pits wet with sweat, chest hair damp with it. He washed his face, and cleaned his cock, then he made me ask him to be released, a process that involved many “Sir”s and begging. He let me spend the night, and in the morning he fucked me again, this time with me on my back, arms still cuffed behind me, so he could watch my face. He said he liked that better, and ordered me to give him his number, and gave me an extra “Correctional Services Correctionnels, Ontario” badge. Apparently, these Correctional Officer Parade things happen on a semi-regular basis. I can’t wait for the next one. I also wonder if he’s as worried about his job anymore. If he’s not, I’m damned fucking envious of the convicts in his home town.