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This happened some time ago and is based on my first time. I was a cocky 18 year old jock wrestler. I was born and raised in rural Wyoming. I was on scholarship to the University and was heading home for a few days over a break. As often happens in Wyoming, I was out in the middle of nowhere and got caught in a white out blizzard. I pulled into a roadside rest area and figured I could catch a bit of sleep and ride the weather out . I had just put a big dip of Copenhagen in when there was a tap on my window. I didn't see the other pickup parked near me when I pulled in. A man about 30ish, hat pulled down hard on his head and a big handlebar mustache greeted me. I rolled my window down a bit and he said " Boy, this ain't no place for you tonight". I was a bit off guard by him calling me boy but he had a friendly smile and I relaxed. I told him I got caught in the storm and figured I would hunker down here until morning. He cocked his head at me and said he lived just up the road and his cabin would be way more comfortable than my pickup. He looked me in the eye and for some reason I felt his authority over me. I intended to decline his offer but out of my mouth came Yes Sir! He smirked when he heard my response and said follow me boy. He climbed into his best up ranch pickup and I followed his taillights into the darkness. I really don't know where we headed but soon enough he pulled off the highway and down a trail. We pulled into a yard that secluded but didn't seem too sketchy. I followed him into the dimly lit but warm little cabin. It was a simple place, one room was all. There was a kitchen area, a big fireplace and a large bed in the corner. As we got inside and took off our coats, we were able to size each other up better. I was 5'11" 165 pounds toned and always felt that I filled out my tight wranglers pretty well. He was just a hair taller and a good 50 pounds heavier but looked like solid muscles.. He also had on tight wranglers with a prominent circle on his back pocket, handlebar mustache I had already seen and heavy scruff everywhere else. His flannel shirt was open about 3 buttons and his chest was covered with a thick forest of fur. Now I never considered myself attracted to men but this bear of a man had me feeling nervous. He had me sit on the leather couch in front of the fireplace to warm up and he seemed to sense my nervousness. He went to the kitchen area to get something to warm us up and asked if I was an athlete since I had a hot little body. I blushed when he said that and he sat beside me and handed me an open beer. I had never drank beer before and didn't particularly like the aftertaste but I wanted to act like I was used to drinking. He encouraged me to gulp down the first one and I did. Man did that beer make me relax. My host, his name was Jake, then pulled out a bong and suggested we smoke some. Hell I had never drank much less smoked weed but the beer had relaxed me and made me a bit sleepy so I agreed but confessed I didn't know how. He smiled again and said he would show me how and he would shotgun me the first few hits. He said he had some special weed and we would have a great time. He packed his bong and lit it up. He took a big hit and pulled my head toward his. He covered my mouth with his and exhaled the smoke into my virgin lungs. I was surprised he did that and I coughed most of it out right away. He said let's do that again but this time try to hold it in. He took another big hit, again pulling my head close to his and exhaled into my lungs. I did better this time and when i exhaled, a big cloud filled the room. I felt hot and tingly at the same time. I also had a goofy grin on my face. We shotgunned a few more times and damn i felt different. Tingly and horny? What the hell was happening. He wanted to see me take my own hit and shotgun it back to him this time. I filled my lungs and leaned in to exhale and he again grabbed my head and he locked lips with me and i felt his tongue invade my mouth. I was so zoned out I didn't fight it. Soon I found my body reacting to his. I was kissing him back and my cock was hard. He pulled away smiling and said let's get more comfortable boy. I let him lead me to the bed and he commanded me to strip. I felt his authority over me and I did as he wanted. He then had me undress him and in a fog I did. I did take in his very furry chest, his pierced nipples, and finally his big uncut cock with a PA. I was fascinated by his dick piercing. He ordered me on my knees and to get my mouth on it. Inside I was revolted by it but my mouth opened on its own and I tasted my first cock. It felt warm, spongy, and hard at the same time. His PA would hit my teeth and he would tell me to watch it. It had grown to at least 8.5 inches and very thick. His head struck the back of my throat and I gagged. He pulled back and instructed me to breath through my nose and try to swallow it. I tried but still gagged. I was getting it wet with my spit though. He pulled a small brown bottle out and held it up to my nose and ordered me to inhale deeply. I did and he pinched off my nose and told me to hold it. He repeated this several times I was flying and floating and he said to suck him again. I was able to swallow the head easier now and he would cut my hair off for few seconds. I kept tasting something sweet and I was actually liking that. After about ten minutes of I am sure a very bad blow job he pulled out of my mouth and said I earned a reward. He had me climb onto the bed and get on all fours. I was afraid he was going to try to fuck me but he said he wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do. He licked my virgin hole and worked his tongue inside. Fuck that did feel good. He worked my hole and got it real wet. His scruff felt amazing on my bottom too. He was working a finger into my hole too with just spit and it wasn't going in. It was hurting some. He grabbed a tub of his "special" lube he called it and started working the lube in his finger. It burned when it went in. He told me that happens sometimes but it will get way better in a few minutes. He kept pawing at my hole and trying to get his finger inside. He finally did saying I sure was tight. He grabbed a needleless syringe filled with a clear liquid and siad this will do the job. I felt him empty the contents in me and the burning was back. I felt really spaced out and needing something. I needed his fingers in my ass. What the hell is happening. I was pushing back on his finger and he hooked his finger inside me. I pushed down and he touched something and I quivered. He said that's it boy, ride my finger. He was soon getting two fingers inside and then three pretty easy. I was overwhelmed by the feelings my ass was giving me. He pulled his fingers out and I was actually concerned he was done. I pleaded with him to put them back. He told me he needed to rest and forced me down on my stomach and he laid on top of me. I could feel his dick between my legs pulsing, like it was alive and leaking on my crack. He kept teasing my hole with it. I know I was pushing back on him and he asked " what do you need boy?". I didn't want to say anything and just moaned. He said we were done unless I would ask him for something so blushing again I asked him to fuck me . He said I didn't hear you. What do you need boy? I said louder, please fuck me Sir

It's hot AF in Dallas so I've given up cruising for guys oudoor and am doing more at the gym. It seems a lot of other guys have the same idea and with school out now the gym is full of guys looking, but problem is its too crowded for a lot of the action you get when things are slower. More often guys want to take it elsewhere, like to a car. I'm cool with that. And while the neighborhoods around us are gentrifying the gym I go to is still mostly Latinos, which is fine with me. And it seems like the guys at the gym are getting a bit more obvious too, hanging out naked, looking at porn on their phones or on hookup apps, loitering by the showers and the sauna. It makes it easier to hook up to be sure. I had barely stripped down this morning before I had a guy come next to me, his semihard cock at my eye level as he's playing with it looking at my face. Bold shit man. I looked around and it was clear so I started stroking him and looking up at him. Nice looking kid and a nice thick uncut cock. He nodded his head towards the showers and I knew the drill. I grabbed my towel, locked up my locker and followed him back to the showers. Three of the showers in the back were already going and I'm guessing had guys in them going at it, judging by the extra towels on the hook. That's always a giveaway. Sometimes you can hear the soft moaning over the running water. The guy I went back with turns on the water and stepped in, motioning for me to join. I don't even know his name. I hang my towel up and get in like I've done so many times before. He's good looking with an impressively long and thick cock and he asks me in Spanish how I want it. I tell him I want to get fucked and he tells me to get down and suck him, which I gladly do. I get him good and hard and can feel the tap on my shoulder meaning he's ready. I turn to face the tiled wall and can feel him slowly forcing his cock in me. Slowly he works all of it in me and starts slowly stroking, enjoying that he's covered my mouth so I don't cry out while he fucks me. I love how he's dominating me and slowly building to giving me what I want. I want to tell him how good he feels, how badly I want his cum, but know I can't say something and besides, he's covering my mouth. Like the good little slut I am I take his load and low how hard he shoots it inside me. He must have needed it bad but he's not done as he keeps stroking inside me. He knows the kind of guy I am and that I want him like this. He knows he can use me for his pleasure. He's stroking deeper, harder and more intensely now and we're probably making some noise but I don't care. I want guys walking by to know I'm being used and bred. I want them to know they can breed me like this too, that they can put their seed in me just like he is. He blasts his second load in me and starts slowing down, his breathing labored and he lets go of my mouth. I've been jerking my cock not knowing if he wants anything from me, but hoping he does. He sees what I'm doing and silently takes his place against the tiled wall, silently giving in to my needs. He'd come across as a cocky top, but at heart he's just as slutty as I am, giving up his ass for a total stranger to breed. And breed him I do. His ass gives way far easier than I expected and I'm pretty sure he gets fucked regularly like I do. Probably loves having strangers cum in his ass. I give him what he wants not even bothering to cover up his mouth so I can hear him whimper with desire. I slid out of him and rinsed off and he turned around to smile at me and joined in rinsing off. I always hate the awkwardness after this, having shared something so intimate but having nothing to say. We both got what we wanted but clearly it was just here, just now. Nothing more could or would come of it. He shut off the water and we toweled off. Stepping out of the shower I got a knowing glance from a guy hanging out by the showers who was wearing just a towel and clearly looking. The guy I was with continued on, but I walked over to the loitering guy, a skinny Latino guy in his late teens. For fun I stuck my hand inside his towel so I could stroke his cock. He didn't protest and it was obvious what he wanted. There wasn't much girth to his cock but I didn't care, I just wanted his load, but after the hung first guy I was guessing my ass would be pretty loose. But the kid probably didn't care. He just wanted to get his load off inside someone and I was that someone. We went back into the same shower I'd been in and turned the water on again. I liked that I didn't have to tell the kid I'd been fucked and fucked the other guy. Maybe he knew, maybe not. Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he liked that I could be had and used. He wasted no time in pushing me up against the wall and shoving his cock in me roughly. Clearly he knew I'd been fucked and wanted his turn. I was his bitch to use and he wasn't going to take it easy on me, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in me balls deep with fast rabbit thrusts. He came and barely slowed down, but I could feel his breath change and him shudder, but he kept his pace up. I wanted to say how hot he was but found myself short on breath as he was pounding me so hard. It felt like I was pass out as it was so intense and I was jerking my cock and close to cumming myself. I could feel him shudder and knew he had cum inside me again and felt him slide out of me. Like the kid before he got up against the wall and I took my place behind him, struggling to get my cock in his ass, resorting to spit and wiping his cum from my ass to lube up my cock. Finally his ass gave way and I could slide inside him slowly as he let out low groans. Clearly he didn't get fucked much or hadn't been fucked in a while. It was hot this little stud was taking me with no questions, letting me violate his hot tight hole raw, knowing that I was going to pump my seed inside him. He's probably embarassed or ashamed for liking it this way. Letting strangers violate him and cum in his ass. He was moaning and whining softly as I worked his ass loose and started stroking in him more. But honestly he was so tight I knew I wasn't going to last long and had barely been at it long before I shot my load inside him. I pulled out as I was spent between him and the first guy and I'm guessing he felt disappointment, like he wanted more, silently pleading at me with sadness in his eyes. I rinsed off and he did too, the whole time looking at me like he wanted more but saying nothing. And maybe I'd misjudged him, thinking he wanted to fuck me, when really he might have wanted to be fucked more. Instead we were silent as we rinsed and toweled off. This time I headed back to the lockers, but he lingered by the showers. Clearly he hadn't gotten everything he'd wanted. Part of me wanted to linger and see if I could get more action, and indeed there now were some other guys I've played with before who were here now, walking around naked, showing off, giving other guys the idea they were available if someone was interested. If anything I only wanted to get bred now and didn't want to have reciprocate. But I didn't want to have to tell them I couldn't reciprocate or why. None of them would care I'd been fucked already but they might be wanting what I want too. By now I'd had a few messages from guys on the apps wanting to hook up and I was kind of over the gym. I dressed and started chatting with a few guys who only wanted to top me to see what I could make happen.

I love hot humid Southern Ontario summer nights. Especially when my hubby is away like this particular one. I had tossed back three generous gin and tonics with my rare barbecued steak for dinner and it was getting dark. I decided to head out for a walk wearing only sandals and red flimsy gym shorts. They did little to conceal my semi erect cock and if I wasn't careful it could grow and peek out through the leg. This knottiness mixed well with the booze in my system and the sensual humid air. I walked the railtrail beside our bay hoping this might be one of those rare nights I came upon someone interested in an anonymous encounter. Other than the voices of some teens likely skinny dipping I didn't meet or hear anyone. That is until I got to the high end condo under construction next to the trail. A security company vehicle sat by the side of the fenced work site and a young guy in his uniform sat in the driver's seat, window rolled down. The closer I got I could make out he was a turbaned East Indian. Probably 20 years old, small stature and warm inviting smile. I approached his open window and we chatted about the weather, sports and some sporty cars that drove by. He was a sexy little bugger and I had to sheild my crotch with my hand. He noticed and grinned. I asked if he was alone at this site all night. "Yes " "It must get boaring?" I added. "Yeah, a bit. Don't tell anyone but sometimes my girlfriend drops by to help with that. " "Oh. Is she coming tonight?" "No, she's also at work." I was disappointed to hear she existed but decided to go for broke. "Does she suck your cock to help pass the time?" "No! Are you kidding? She's very religious. " "Have you ever had your cock sucked?" "No." "Do you want to change that tonight?" "I don't want to get in trouble. Besides who would do it? You?" "It would be my pleasure. We could slip inside out of sight. " "No I don't think so. " My erection was now poking out the leg of my shorts and I could see his trousers tenting. "Could we be quick? I don't want to loose my job." He opened the gate and we scrambled into the middle of the unfinished building. I slipped out of my shorts, crouched and opened his trousers. To my delight I was facing a ten inch long straight pole of an erection. I knew immediately which hole I needed this beautiful cock in. I proceeded to give him a very well practiced blowjob and from his moans I didn't need to ask if he was enjoying it. When I figured I'd edged him close to shooting I stopped and told him I wanted him to fuck me. "I don't have a condom, do you?" he asked. "Let's go to the roof I responded ignoring his question. I didn't bother gathering my shorts and had him equally as naked by the time the elevator cage reached the roof. I led him by the hand to the bay side of the building. I leaned against the railing and directed him to move in behind me. When he was in place I grabbed his magnificent cock and teased it against my hole. I pushed back and as his head penetrated I gasped. He asked; " Are you sure?" "Never more so was my enthusiastic response. Slowly but surely I pushed back 'til he was balls deep. This was all too much for his virgin cock and he blasted away deep into my guts. Immediately he apologized and I assured him there was nothing to apologize for. "But I came in your ass." "Exactly what I was hoping for, Thanks. ... You're not getting soft. Why don't you keep going?" He needed no encouragement and was pounding away at my sloppy hole. He fucked two more loads into me before we heard the elevator gate slam shut. We hadn't heard it move being so engrossed in our fucking. "My supervisor! Shit, my clothes are on that elevator. What are we going to do?" "I suggest you keep fucking." Came the deep voice of the handsome bear that was already slipping out of his clothes. The young Indian was to frightened and backed away. The supervisor now naked and sporting a beer can thick six inches dove into my ass with his bearded mouth. When he pulled off licking his lips he said. "Fuck, better than I thought. How many loads have you pumped into this trespasser?" "Three" "Well time for me to catch up!" And he plunged balls deep into me proceeding to rail me for the next hour and blast me full of three loads. "You ready to go again. " he asked the young Indian. The 10 inch cock was back up my ass and the supervisor was backing his ass hole onto my raw cock. We found the perfect train rythm and 20 minutes later when the guard emptied again into my flooded ass I shoot my load into supervisor. None of us got dressed until we got back to the ground floor where the supervisor's deminor became very officious. "Don't ever let me catch you trespassing here again or you'll get more than 'security deposits.' I wondered what he meant as I walked home not even trying to keep the cum from leaking onto the ass of my gym shorts.

Steven is a daddy (literally) who lives a few towns away from me. We’ve hooked up a few dozen times over the past decade or so. Our hookups have progressed to me begging him to let me suck his cock to me begging him to let me come over and wait ass up in the living room for him to breed me with little conversation and leave the room while I pulled up my pants and leave. Monday started off like any other recent Monday. I sat at my computer working for a few hours in the morning - constantly fighting the half chub in my shorts. Somewhere around 2pm, I couldn’t fight the urge to stroke any longer. I decided, however, to douche and shower first so I could use some toys. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I had trimmed my bush and my hole, shaved my face, douched, and showered. “Well,” I said to myself, “I guess I’m getting some loads today.” I needed to run a few errands, so I opened the usual apps and sites and made my presence known. I then put on some shorts and tee and was out the door. It wasn’t long before Steven responded to me. I told him I was dropping stuff at the cleaners and could be over in less than 15 minutes. He told me to get over there. As I sat back in the car, Steven messaged me: “a friend of mine wants to fuck you with me.” “Yes sir” was all I replied. ————— SEX STARTS HERE —————— About 9 minutes later, I was at Steven’s house. I did as I usually do and walked right in. He was not waiting in the living room as he usually does. I called out, and Steven answered from one of the upstairs. I walked in, and there was daddy. Steven is 5’11”, about 195lbs, fairly muscular, with darker salt and pepper hair. He’s wearing a tee and Lululemon like pants. He tells me his friend will be here soon. I have no idea what this other guy looks like, and I’m so turned on thinking about this stranger walking in on me doing something to Steven. No more niceties are spoken. With a point to the floor, Steven directs me to the floor. I quickly disrobe and drop to my knees. He grabs my head and pulls it hard against the front of his pants. I immediately open my mouth and start to lick and bite the head of his cock through his pants. Steven starts to moan. He grabs his phone, and a familiar buzz starts ringing. He is chatting with this other guy and begins taking pics of me on all fours. Steven has me start to lick his feet - which I do without hesitation. Finally, he asks if I want his cock. He unzips, and his nice, thick 7” cut cock plops out into my eye. I love Steven’s cock. It’s honestly perfect. It’s a great length. It’s thick, but not too thick. I can deepthroat it exceptionally well (which drives him wild) and take it up my cunt with little to no loosening. Without hesitation, he grabs my head and slams the entirety of his meat down my throat. “Choke on it!” I start to tear up and gag. I love every minute of this and he knows it. He sits in the bed, and I go all the way down his shaft to his balls. My ass is straight up in the air and I wiggle it for him. That’s when I hear the stairs start to creak - out mystery third is here! The third guy, Peter, is probably in his mid to late 20s. Beefy, with a light amount of fur all over his body. His cock is thinner than Steven’s but still very nice and about 7.5” in length. His balls are perfect - and hairless. Peter walks in like a silent assassin and undresses while Steven encourages me to keep choking on his cock. Before I know it, Peter is plopped on the bed next to Steven, and they are grabbing my head and passing me between their hard cocks. Peter even leaned over and started to suck Steven! I was rock hard at this point and I couldn’t want to have them taking turns in my hole. Peter stood up and Steven followed. I took my cue and got on all fours on the bed. To my dismay, Peter wrapped a condom on his dick, and proceeded to lube up and enter me. He slid in, and before long, he was using that precious young energy to rip my pussy open. Steven tagged him out and slid his raw cock deep inside of me. He did not feel the need to be gentle. I didn’t care - I felt right at home with my face shoved into a pillow and my ass up in the air for two men to use as they saw fit. Peter jumped back in and started really going to town on my ass. I love to feel a guy’s balls as he fucks me, and this was no exception. Apparently Peter loves that too, because the second I touched his sack, he started shouting at me “you like this big balls?” Steven brought his cock, covered in lube, spit, and my ass juice, to my face and told me to suck him. Peter loved this and picked up his pace. I thought he was going to bust when he offered Steven another go at my hole. Rather than enter me, Steven got behind me and just stared at my pussy while stroking his cock. Peter was also just staring. I grabbed my cheeks, pulled them apart, and started winking my hole. Peter couldn’t take it anymore and plunged back inside of me. He gave me a few more pumps before releasing a massive load inside me (albeit inside the rubber). I didn’t have the chance to ask him about the condom when he pulled out as Steven dove in without even a second passing. Steven put his right leg up next to my face, and my tongue started lapping at this toes. Peter says goodbye as he walks out. “What about the condom?!” I think to myself. A moment later, Steven grunts and with a few deep thrusts drops his seed deep inside my guts. I feel him collapse onto me, his weight feels so good on my back, and I smile from ear to ear. He pulls out, slaps my ass, and walks into the en suite bathroom. He closes the door. I know that I am to be gone before he comes out. I start to get up and notice the used condom on the nightstand. I take the condom and squeeze Peter’s load out of it and onto my used, beat up hole. I finger Peter’s load into me. I suck my fingers clean and used the fuck towel to wipe the outside of my hole. I threw my clothes back on, jumped in my car, and opened the apps as I drove away.

I don’t lie but by the end of the night I lose count and start approximating.

Adrian came back to our shared room as I was packing. It was the end of the season at the holiday camp and I was starting university after the weekend. He’d been swimming, as usual, and wore only his uniform green speedos when he flopped onto his bed. “You off tomorrow then?” “Yeah. Getting…” He cut me off, “Better suck my cock one last time, then, eh?” He’d clocked me as gay almost as soon as we were billeted together. I couldn’t stop myself snatching glances at him – a couple of years older than me (I’m 18,) he was the camp lifeguard so spent his life in speedos and tight t-shirt with a towel round his neck. His short blonde hair was constantly damp. I learnt the ‘trade’ quickly, and had been sucking him nearly every day the whole season since. Well, him, half the male staff and a succession of holidaying dads and teens, and a few grandads for that matter. My name, trade and chalet number were scratched on many cubicle doors in the guest and staff toilets. He raised a little off the bed and pushed the speedos down to show his semi-hard 7” cock. I pulled the wet speedos off him and started licking his shaft. I knew exactly how he liked it – lots of tongue work round his shaft and balls, and under his foreskin. NO HANDS. Then take him slowly into my mouth, sucking and licking and even some nibbling until choking him into my throat. That had taken a while to learn, and the first time I had to puke in the waste bin. I was glad he had quite a slim shaft and small spongy head. Now, he easily breached my throat and seemed to really like my gagging and choking and retching – at least, it always got him harder and verbal, “Yeah, choke on me cocksucker.” Sometimes, he’d stand over me or have me with my head hanging off the end of the bed and literally fuck my throat. Today, though, he just lay on his bed while I worked his cock in my mouth and throat. I’d been swallowing his meat for about 15 minutes – my eyes and nose were streaming, there was spit and mucous all over his cock and my face, my jaw and throat were sore. I slowed and started licking round his crown to take a slight breather, but he had other ideas. He pushed me away and I landed with my chest on my bed. He had one hand on the back of my neck and pulled down my shorts and underpants with the other. I shook my head and squirmed around to try and escape, but he was much stronger than me. He hacked up a mouthful of phlegm and spat it straight on my hole, making me struggle more. “Wriggle all you like, I’ve been waiting all summer to take your cherry ass.” I felt the slimy head of his cock press against me as he held me down by the shoulders. I tried to say “No.” but I was muffled into the mattress, so I clenched as hard as I could. “The more you resist, the more it’s gonna hurt you.” And he pushed hard enough to get his head past my resistance. I screamed into the bed and tried to buck him off, but that simply let him drive in further. The stabbing burning pain was almost unbearable as he pounded into me. Slowly, though, the pain ebbed away as my sphincter and ass muscles adjusted. “Yeah, you’re a cocksucker and a fuck boy now,” he sniggered, and he picked up a faster, harder and deeper stroke. Then he started growling like he does before he cums and gave several quick sharp jabs before holding himself just inside. When his started pumping he slowly slid himself back in and rocked himself inside while his cock still pulsed. As his breathing steadied, he pulled out and sat on his bed. I stayed where I was, but reached down to pull my shorts and pants up. I didn’t want to look at him, but he reached over and grabbed the neck of my t-shirt. Pulling me towards him he said “You’re still a cocksucker, and I’ve got a dirty one here for you to clean.” I looked at the slimy, softening cock – covered in his cum and what was probably blood, and felt my gorge rising. But I knew what would happen if I didn’t. He’d slap me around like he had when I nearly puked on him. So I took him in my mouth and cleaned him off. When he was satisfied, he pushed me away, hauled on a fresh t-shirt and shorts and left.

“You own me,” says my Cum Hole, louder and for the second time while gripping the base of my cock swelling in him. “You approve who loads me, where, and when.” “How else?” “You freeze me your loads,” says Cum Hole. “No one breeds me as much as you.” “You make it easy to freeze loads,” I tell him, filling a lube-injector full of my defrosted jizz. “Did you want some?” My Cum Hole nods, licking his lips. “Good,” I said. “But the first guy wants you fresh, and you need to make a good first impression, yes?” “You own me,” grins my Cum Hole. “Can I wear the blindfold?” I unseal the glass jar where I’ve kept it—this preserves his scent when I jerk off to our vids. It reeks of cum, sweat, ass, and spit—of my Cum Hole. Top 1: Cut, 7” white dude. Wants dark room ass up. Walks in and asks for head, Cum Hole obliges, both are quickly moaning. A minute later the top asks “ready,” and Cum Hole is immediately on his knees at the edge of the bed. I hear Cum Hole hit the bottle of Super Rush I brought him—his favorite. “Oh, fuck yeah,” my Cum Hole exhales and moans as the top slides in slow. “Opening up that hole?” asks my Cum Hole, knowing just seconds before I was stretching him with my cock. The top picks up speed, and in a few minutes he’s shooting, Cum Hole announces he feels the loading. I taste Cum Hole to make sure he isn’t gaping yet. It’s sweet, and I ask Cum Hole if he wants to taste. He kisses me and licks my lips while I administer an injection of my seed. “The next top is parking.” “So soon” says my Cum Hole. "What does he want?” “He wants you ass up, he wants you loaded” I kiss my Cum Hole’s entrance while filling the injector with more of my cum. “How’s your hole holding up,” gently pushing the loads in deeper with my cock. “Room for more,” Cum Hole says, so I inject two more tubes of my loads and show him the cock pic of the guy coming up. “Look. This is the stranger about to load you." Top 2: Cut, bbc 7.5” and thick, walks in and gets to playing with Cum Hole waiting for him at the edge of the bed. In just a couple seconds he doesn’t even lube up and is pushing his cock in. He’s enjoying my Cum Hole for 10 minutes, Cum Hole hits the poppers hard. He must’ve worked his hole magic because the top starts cumming, the quiet type. He’s gone but Cum Hole stays on his knees, I bury my face in deep. “Come taste his load,” so Cum Hole turns around to kiss me, licking me, inhaling the scent of the seeds covering us. “Third top will be here soon.” “Already?” “Don’t you want another?” “Yes, but when do I enjoy you?” So my Cum Hole and I go at it, pumping, loading him with more frozen loads, and licking and sucking on everything just the way we should. Top 3: Latino, cut 6.5”, shows up and gets to it quick. Starts fucking hard, steady, pushes Cum Hole onto his stomach and keeps going a solid 15 minutes. He’s a selfish top, soon he’s unloading hard and moaning. Leaves without saying thanks. I don’t even taste this top’s load before my Cum Hole is on his back and I’m pushing my cock in deep. “Who owns this hole?” I ask. “You own this hole.” “How do I own you?” “Every time we get a hotel room and you load me out to strangers anon, you own me,” says my Cum Hole, wrapping his chiseled legs around me. “How else?” “When you say if I can touch myself while these tops load me, if I can cum,” says Cum Hole, relaxing and tightening his hole to my rhythm. “You own me when you let me be blindfolded." I’m pounding my Cum Hole, harder than before, all the loads mixing in him. "Every time you freeze me a load, you own me,” adds Cum Hole, kissing me and running his fingers through my hair. I am on the verge. “Every time you worship my hole and let me taste the loads,” Cum Hole’s eyes matching mine. “Every time you shoot in me, you own me.” My Cum Hole left the hotel that afternoon with 18 loads in him: 14 frozen, 1 fresh, and 3 anon. He said he slept with us in him; I forgot to tell him to show me once we were out. Should I even have to ask?

Hey Guys. Been lurking in here for awhile. I've lived in nyc for over 10 years now. Originally i'm from the midwest and still come across that way. But i got into barebacking like most when prep came out. The summer before covid i was hitting the gym pretty hard, i was looking strong, lean, furry with a midwest smile. One saturday night in the middle of summer i was horny as fuck and couldn't find decent ass....until i get a message on grindr around 1.30 am, that's usually when i call it a night and jerk off or just crash. The guy is a cute mixed man in his early 30s, he definitely hits the gym but still thick ass and thighs. Reviewing his Grindr profile i thought....looks like this guys got money...partnered with some white dude, plenty of international travel shots. But bottom line it was late and i was either getting ass or going to bed. I told him so but he was in Williamsburgh and uber to my place in 15 minutes. Even in nyc this doesn't happen so often or they just flake. But he arrived in 20 minutes at my door, clearly drunk but keeping it together. My roommate was gone for the weekend. I invite him in give him a deep kiss with tongue. i've got a long tongue and he takes it all in as i rub his back and go down to his ass. It feels perfect, not some strict muscle ass that doesn't move and not just fat. The perfect ammount of gorilla ass with jiggle. We immediately go in my room and get my cock in his mouth. He's got a jock on and arches his ass into the air while he sucks. I love a bottom with an arched back....that should be the standard 'assume the position' position....it's so hungry and ready for dick. I love a bottom desperate for cock. I flip him around and start eating his ass. I love eating out a hot hole, prefer smooth and love to eat it like a pussy. Long tongue strokes from the balls to perineum through the crack, sliding into that pussy hole then out and up the crack further. I getting deeper sliding in. I love the taste of a good healthy ass, his was sweet, little musky and the texture smooth. I use my tongue and push on the outside of his pussy hole. I do this because i'm sure it feels good but also i like to guage how ready for cock an ass is. If i push hard around the hole while my tongue is deep inside and it doesn't expand or move easily i know i need to eat this hole out until it becomes soft and open like a real pussy. With this guy i'm eating him out and loving it....but my tongue is telling me the pussy on this mixed, rich little slut is beyond ready for cock. I've hated lube for years so when a bottoms ass opens up and gets when on it's own and my spit and salive are enough i lose it. From all fours from eating him i slide in slowly and it's so warm, velvety and wet.That for me is the sign of a true animal attraction and hungry ass that wants my cock....needs it really when it's the moist and receptive to my cock. I'm over 8 inches by the way...not a monster cock but you'll it for sure....it's got a nice bend in it too. Love to ride an ass like this while i place my hip and weight on the back of his legs and ass and rock my rock inside of him. I like this position for a pussy boy, man bitch, whatever you want to call them....they can't move much....can't touch their cocks, they just get ridden like an animal for my use. He's lovin it though, his moans were telling me plenty but his pussy was also taking my cock so well. I know it's no bbc butThat pefect balance of wetness with that pussy grip milking my cock while i massage his insides 8 inches deep. No one's home so i don't care how loud he gets. In between moans i hear him mumble "I have 3 loads in me right now". I had never (knowlingly) fucked a guy with one load in his ass let alone 3. I was a little freaked out to be honest but wasn't sure what to do. I was halfway into dicking him down. I didn't notice anyting but his ass did feel amazing with no lube in it. I asked him what he said and responded more clearly "i got fucked by 3 different guys tonight and got their loads in me". That was clear. I was pretty stoned, horny and dick deep in this guy's ass so i decided quickly just to go with it. I wasn't taking my dick out at this point. We fucked multiple positions and i loved it all. On his back i was fucking him and he pulled his legs up so his ankles almost hit his chin putting his whole cunt on display. I love when bottoms do this shit. I know i said i loved an arched back but when you're getting ready to really beat that pussy down this is my fave especially since you can look the guy straight in his eyes. My cock was rock hard....and he knew telling me about those loads turned me way on and not off. If a slut ever wants reassurance a rock hard throbbing cock will always do that. Just observational fact. I finally cum inside him and he sucks it all inside him. He was happy but also really out of it. I thought he might be on something he was so slow to respond but he said he was just really drunk. We went into the living room and turned on the tv while he was picking his clothes off the floor and getting dressed. He was definitely fucked up and i wasn't sure if he was lying about being on anyting else. He asked if he could just chill for a bit before getting an uber and sat on the floor. i gave him a pillow and he layed their for a bit while i watched something. I kept glancing back at him splayed on the ground and my cock started to twitch. I thought of pulling his pants down and sliding back in while he seemed out of it. And even fantasized about have a top buddy or two come over while he was laying on the floor. But i gave him the time to get it together and left. I regret not fucking him on the floor. The guy was and is such a whore and his husband is cool with it often loading him then sending him out for more cock. Ever since this experience i've been wanted to fuck more cumdumps. I've fucked alot in nyc and so far the cumdumps ass is the best feeling handsdown. I've only been getting 1 loaded guys otherwhise working alot. My biggest fantasy right now is for a guy to not tell me he has loads in him, come over make conversation and when fucking or even eating the loads are incredibly obvious. And even weirder i want them to lie about it...say it's not many at all....or they don't know how that happened. I'm wondering how many of you cumdumps lie about having loads in you? and if so what's the tops reaction when they realize you're full of cum? It was smart of that guy not to tell me on Grinder he ass loaded up heavily. I wouldn't have fucked him at that time. But telling me halfway through was so hot. I want more of these kinds of whores. The pic is from a different fuck session not this *alleged* story.

It does sound like a title for a porn movie but it's not. We had sex (maybe a hook up?). But he's a married guy, I had no reason to believe he's into men so that was a first. Maybe he knew that I was gay because we were chatting once and I told him that someone was hot (or something like that I can't remember). But even though we were good to each other we were never really close. It was quite a surprise that he just started to touch me during a personal training session and we ended up fucking. What is weird is that he did not use a condom. So I thought isn't he worried about him or his wife? Maybe because I'm a doctor he thought oh yeah he "sounds like a safe option". Even worse, me that I'm a doctor shouldn't be caring more about this? I just accepted a raw dick inside me without questions. Like all this education and yet the temptation of raw sex can't stop?

My cheap cunt without stretching

My tight virgin hole

Several years ago, my late husband and I were attending TBRU (Texas Bear Round Up in Dallas). We had gone on a group excursion to Club Dallas, and I had a pretty good couple of hours taking loads. I was lying in the sling when a hot, muscular Asian dude stepped up between my legs. He was only half hard, but my hole was pretty open. He slipped his cock inside me and began to pump. "You have a load for me?" I asked. He said, "I just shot a minute ago, so I don't know." He slid in and out a few times lazily. "Nice and silky - how many loads you have in you?" he asked. "Six," I told him. His cock immediately got completely stiff (about 7"), and he fucked me hard until he gave me a seventh load. I ran into him again a little later as we were both getting ready to leave. He hugged me and told me what I hot slut I was. I still get an invite to his party at TBRU every year.

I woke up extra early yesterday morning because a guy had hit me up over the weekend on sniffies. He was hosting all weekend, probably took 20 or so loads and he wanted me to be one of them. While I couldn't get away from my weekend plans, he was just my type, a hot hairy full figured bear, and a total cum slut, just the kind of guy I wanted to fuck no questions asked. We had exchanged some pics and he had pinned my chat with him. He said he'd still be around Monday morning for a little while and it turned out he was a short detour from my regular work commute. All this excitement caused me to wake up early, so first thing I do is send him a message asking if he still wanted my cum, to which I got a "fuck yeah". He gives me directions to his place, I pull in and walk in the door. I am greeted by a nice area with a full sling setup and porn on the TV that had been left on pause. Clearly, he had had a full weekend of cocks in him and was just trying to get a few more loads in while he was staying at his place in town for the weekend. I walked in and saw his sexy body exposed with only a jockstrap on and I knew I could get right to it. I immediately dropped my pants without another word. I hesitated for a moment as I knew this was a cum and go thing and I didn't need to get naked, but my shirt was extra long since I've been losing weight recently so I went ahead and took that off too, now standing exposed in this guy's room in just my white briefs, my cock getting slightly boned up already. I slid my cock through the fly in my briefs as a means of being a pseudo cock ring and climbed onto the bed with him, feeling up on his beautiful hairy ass I could halfway see in the dark room there. I heard him moan at my touch and knew how much he wanted it after getting so many other loads this weekend and another before I had arrived the same morning. The bought of him being a sloppy cum filled whore really got me going. I reached down to stroke my cock to get it ready to enter, but it didn't take long for me to be fully hard. I have a thing for underwear obviously, so I found it extra hot that technically we were both wearing underwear still while I went on. I grabbed his lube from his night stand, lathered up my cock and his ass and slid in, surprisingly with some resistance at first. I guess I am a bit thick. I started pumping immediately, my hands wandering all over the soft hairy skin of his big chubby body, reaching down to rub his cock and balls through his jock pouch as well as rub his belly as I bucked into him, growing harder (as my cock often does when I fuck) and I hear him moan louder and more intensely as I pick up the pace, savoring every stroke in his hot hairy ass. I continue to hump and grind in him until finally I shove in as much as I can and shoot my load in his well used ass. I had pulled out once to apply some more lube but otherwise it was pretty quick and dirty. I let my body shiver and convulse as my orgasm hit me in waves and I caught my breath and slowly dismounted his big sexy body. After that, he let me wash up in his bathroom and we made small talk as I was getting ready and put my clothes back on. He said he'd let me know when he was doing this again since he only comes to town to visit this place once in awhile and we both said thank yous and I was back on my way to work, which was a pretty productive day after such a satisfying fuck. I really hope I can fuck more uninhibited bareback cumdumps like him in the future.

Got fucked by 2 guys. One load inside. Love my hole played with.

I totally agree. I just see everyone in the world as a bottom until they show me they aren't.

No, because I know that when I top I can tell very accurately if the hole I'm fucking has been seeded.

There you go guys...

“How are you this morning, Andrew?” Matt called as he saw Mr. Miller walking down to his mailbox. Matt had been mowing, his face red with sweat dripping down. His shirt was soaked through. “Hot day, isn’t it.” “Very,” Mr. Miller said. “How are things?” Matt rolled his eyes. “Tracy is driving me crazy, just between you and me. Honestly, I’m relieved she’s going to visit her sister next week. I need a break.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” Mr. Miller said, hiding his desire to smile. He stepped closer to Matt and looked him straight in the eye. “Molotov.” Matt’s face fell, a glazed look taking over. “Master.” Mr. Miller had decided not to keep Matt under his constant control. That would create for him a ton of work and even more things to cover up with Matt’s bitch wife. Instead, his infiltration of Matt’s mind could be set off by the use of “Molotov.” Like a Molotov cocktail thrown into a building, Mr. Miller had entered Matt’s life and was destroying everything from the inside out. It hadn’t been hard to do. A tension already existed between Matt and his wife. All they needed was something to push them over the edge. If all went according to plan, Matt and Tracy would be getting divorced within the year, allowing Matt to become another slave. Ruining their marriage was easy. One night Mr. Miller had invited both Matt and Tracy over for dinner. During their meal, he hypnotized them both. Nothing extreme. He simply instilled in their minds the instruction of not having sex anymore though blaming the other for the lack of fucking. Mr. Miller had already decided he was going to start fucking Matt, but he didn’t want to risk Tracy getting pozzed and starting a fiasco. Everyone would start asking questions. Instead, Tracy was left unaware of Matt’s poz status, that way there was no way for her to suspect Mr. Miller of ruining their lives. Plus, that would cut the risk of them having kids and causing their planned divorce to fall through. Matt had no memories of the fuck sessions he had with Mr. Miller. Matt didn’t even know that he was poz like Mr. Miller, carrying his strain. Sure, there were moments the following day when he wondered why his ass was so sore. When he converted, there was a bit of fear as to why he was so sick. The little details were managed by Mr. Miller, his doctor friend taking care of appointments and tests, but it was all worth it. As Mr. Miller inspected the tranced Matt standing in front of him, he smiled, happy to have had such a wonderful neighbor move in next door. “Matt,” Mr. Miller said, “when your wife leaves, you will come over to my house prepared to be fucked and to fuck. I have a surprise for you.” “Thank you, Master,” Matt said. “Have you been hiding your gym clothes from your wife like I commanded?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said. “Their smell is strong.” “Good,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m excited to smell them. For now, though, I’ll be taking your shirt.” Without hesitating, Matt removed his sweaty shirt, revealing a hairy chest beneath and a slight belly below. Matt had clearly been fit when he was Brian’s age, but now, ten years down the road, he had fallen off the wagon of working out consistently. Mr. Miller had made sure he started again, his weight already having gone down slightly. More than anything, Mr. Miller wanted the man’s sweaty clothing. He didn’t care if he lost weight. A hot fucker is a hot fucker. Mr. Miller hid Matt’s sweaty shirt behind his back and looked deep into Matt’s eyes. “Clover.” Matt’s eyes fluttered, his expression first showing confusion and then a smile. “Sorry, Andrew,” he said. “My head wondered off there. What were you saying?” “I just said congrats on your weight loss,” Mr. Miller said. “You’re looking good.” “Thanks,” Matt said, looking down and noticing he was now shirtless. “I thought I’d worn a shirt out.” “It’s too hot for a shirt,” Mr. Miller said. “Yeah, I guess it is,” Matt said, lifting an arm to wipe his forehead, revealing hairy, sweaty armpits. Mr. Miller had to stop himself from jumping his neighbor and burrowing his face deep. “Well,” Matt continued, “I’d better get back to mowing. See you soon.” Mr. Miller returned inside and shoved his face into Matt’s shirt, inhaling deep the smell of the man’s musk. While he was a top and an alpha, Mr. Miller’s love for the smell of men couldn’t be helped. It had started back when he was a kid and he’d find his dad’s workout clothes in the hamper. He used to take them and cover his face with whatever he could find and jerk off. Some things don’t change. He went to the basement and undid the locks, turning on the light. Walking down, he could see the televisions still playing. Brian was in his cage, curled up, his eyes closed. He approached the cage and looked down at his sleeping slave, admiring his smooth form. After taking in the sight, he pounded his fist down on the top, waking Brian. “It’s morning, slave,” Mr. Miller said. He undid the cage’s lock and opened the door, watching as Brian gathered himself and crawled out. A combination of sleepiness and the trance caused him to faulter slightly, but Mr. Miller found it amusing. “Put this on,” he said, throwing Matt’s shirt to Brian. “Thank you, Master,” Brian said, pulling the shirt on. Seeing his slave wearing his used jockstrap and Matt’s sweaty shirt gave Mr. Miller a raging boner. “It’s time to inspect my work,” he said. “Climb onto the bench and lie on your back.” Brian complied. “Legs up.” Brian lifted his legs, revealing the butt plug which was still firmly inside his ass. Mr. Miller took a hold of the plug and pulled it out, his slave shuddering from the pain of having it so forcefully removed. Mr. Miller slipped his fingers into Brian’s hole and pulled it open, looking inside his pussy. Remnants of his cum could be seen along with blood. He had done a number on Brian’s hole. Damage had been done. “Congrats, slave,” Mr. Miller said. “It looks like we made you bleed. Can’t say for sure, but I think I infect you with my poz cum last night. No chance of staying neg now.” “Thank you, Master,” Brian said. “But to be safe,” Mr. Miller said, “I think we should make another deposit.” He removed his clothing, revealing is rock hard cock. With the butt plug having been removed so recently, Brian’s pussy was slightly open, welcoming Mr. Miller’s cock. He lined up his dick and shoved inside, finding some resistance but nothing like the night before. “Fuck, I love your ass.” He leaned forward and pressed his face into Matt’s sweaty shirt, breathing deep, his head swimming from the smell. He pumped his hips, putting his weight on top of his slave, wrapping his arms around and holding his wrists. Fuck, I love my life, he thought, feeling Brian’s heart racing beneath him. He pulled his dick out and walked over to the trunk in which he had stored his used jockstrap and pulled out a leash. “Turn around on the bench,” he told his slave. “Chest on the bench. Straddle it. I’m fucking doggy style, as it were.” Brian did as he was commanded and turned on his chest, his eyes catching sight of one of the televisions as he did so. His focus stayed on the screen as his master hooked the leash to the collar around his neck. “I’m ready to breed you again,” Mr. Miller said, sliding his dick back inside his slave’s ass. He started his rhythm again, relishing the sound of skin hitting skin. He looked down and saw Brian’s balls resting on the bench, stretched out from his body having slipped out of the jockstrap. He wanted to stomp on them, to see his slave’s body contort from the pain, but he wouldn’t. Not yet, at least. He pulled on the leash, bringing Brian’s head back, arching his back. He wrapped the leash around his wrist, making sure it was tight as he continued fucking hard into his slave’s ass. “Who’s the best fuck you’ve ever had?” Mr. Miller asked. “You, Master.” “Who’s dick do you worship?” “Yours, Master.” “Who’s cum do you live off of?” “Your cum, Master.” “And who will you serve for the rest of your life?” “You, Master,” Brian said, eyes focused on the screen, his mind still diminishing from what he had been before. “Fucking right,” Mr. Miller said, pulling back on the leash as he unleashed a load into his slave’s ass. His body shook with each pulse, a deep growl escaping his mouth. He pulled his dick from Brian’s ass and grabbed the plug, shoving it inside. There was fresh blood on his cock, meaning there were plenty of cuts to allow his virus to take over his slave’s body. “Clean me off,” Mr. Miller said, thrusting his hips out toward his slave. Brian turned around on the bench and swallowed his master’s cock. While he would normally start to gag, deepthroating not being one of his specialties, the trance, along with removing his ability to scream, also controlled his gag reflex. He took his master’s cock down his throat, his tongue licking clean the cum from the night before, the fresh cum now swimming in his ass, and the blood which proved his life was no longer his own. “That’s enough,” Mr. Miller said, pulling his dick out of Brian’s mouth. “Time to start more training.” He went to the trunk and pulled out a chain on which there was a leather clasp attached. “Take off the jockstrap,” Mr. Miller said. Once his slave had removed the jockstrap, he wrapped the leather clasp around Brian’s scrotum as tight as he could, the young man’s testicles stretched out on the other end. “Perfect fit,” Mr. Miller said. “Wait here. I’ll be back.” Mr. Miller returned to the main floor and went to the room he had set aside as his weight room. He took four weights, all ranging in weight, and returned to the basement, waiting only a moment to stare out the window at Matt who was wandering around his yard, still shirtless. “I said I was going to stretch out your balls,” Mr. Miller said, showing Brian the weights. “With the money I’ll be getting from selling your things, I’ll be able to buy some stretchers to really get you going. Fuck, just imaging you crawling on the floor, your balls dragging behind you, so easy for me to step on, it makes me hard. Still, it’ll be a while before we get you there. For now, a little torture is possible in the meantime. On the ground.” Brian complied and crawled down onto the floor. Mr. Miller took the chain which was connected to Brian’s balls and latched it to one of the weights. He dropped it on the floor, watching as it pulled slightly on his slave’s scrotum. “Now,” Mr. Miller said, taking hold of his hardening cock and massaging life back into it, “Crawl around and don’t stop until I tell you to.” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, crawling forward only an inch before the weight pulled back on his balls, stopping him. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” Mr. Miller said. Brian moved forward, his balls pulling back toward the weight which didn’t want to move. Knowing he had to keep moving, Brian crawled forward, causing his balls to strain against the leather clasp. He couldn’t scream, but groans of pain escaped his mouth as he tried to move, but the weight’s hold on his balls wouldn’t let go. Face growing red, tears starting to form in his eyes, Brian leaned forward, mouth opening to scream a silent scream as the weight finally budged. “Keep going,” Mr. Miller said. “Faster.” Brian crawled forward again, the weight slowly moving. His balls were stretched back as much as they could go, the strain causing his scrotum to turn a reddish-purple, his testicles looking as if they would pop from the pressure forced upon them. Slowly, Brian moved three feet across the room, his arms and legs shaking from the pain. “Slave,” Mr. Miller said, his eyes watching as the young man struggled to continue forward, “For this time, I want to hear you scream.” As soon as Brian inched forward again, a painful cry of agony escaped his mouth. He cried again as he moved again, the weight still trying to remain behind as his balls pulled it forward. Mr. Miller closed his eyes and listened as Brian’s cries filled the basement. He could feel another load swelling up in his own balls, knowing that his slave’s balls were being tortured. Brian had almost reached the wall opposite the bench on which he had been fucked, his throat hoarse from screaming, when his master cried out himself. “Fuck,” Mr. Miller shouted, one hand on his dick while the other twisted his nipple. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” Several ropes of cum shot out onto the floor, splattering. He opened his eyes and looked to Brian who was staring at the fresh cum. “Eat up,” Mr. Miller said. He left the weight attached to Brian’s balls and left the basement, listening as Brian’s cries filled the space as he tried to crawl back to where he started, hoping to lick up the cum his master had left behind. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What else do you want to see? Let me know.

2 years ago I would have reacted with horror and disgust if somebody told me they were turned on by sex between father and son - but then Covid and lock-downs happened and a chain of events were set in motion in our little household that made my world spin out of control! I became a father at 24 when my fiancé at the time told me she was pregnant. The relationship didn’t last - basically because I was more into men than women - and I ended up moving to Copenhagen and she and our son stayed in Jutland. I paid child support and that was about the only connection I had with my son through the years. My ex married another man and he became the de facto father for my son. Fast forward to 2019 - my son, who was now 19, was supposed to start studies at Copenhagen university and finding a place to live in Copenhagen for a student with close to no income proved impossible. My ex contacted me and asked if I had a spare room and as I live in a rather large house in the suburbs of Copenhagen this was definitely an option. In the end my son reached out to me and everything was settled and he moved in by the end of the summer of 2019. He is a really good looking guy - muscular, strawberry blond hair, blue eyes and a very nice and friendly disposition. I myself am not too bad looking either and pride myself on staying in good shape etc. From the beginning I was very honest with him about the reason why I left his mother and why we agreed that growing up with her would probably be the best solution for all. He was fine with everything and didn’t hold any grudges so right from the onset all was fine. We settled into a daily routine - I going to work and attending to the chores around the house, he attending his studies at university, I did the shopping and if he was home for dinner we would prepare something together. He would be hanging out with his friends from university and I would hang out with my friends so we got along really well. I have to admit there were occasions where I couldn’t help noticing how incredibly sexy he looks and that would also make my trousers feel a little tight in the front! But I quickly stopped myself and reminded myself that he is my biological son for crying out load!! The Corona hid in March 2020 and Denmark basically closed down overnight and he and I were suddenly confined to the house 24/7. Again we found a good routine with regard to my work and his studies - and since both he and I had been regulars at the local gym we also started to come up with some exercises and workout routines that we could do in our home. We would normally get up around 6-6.30 and start out with our exercises, then jump in the shower, eat breakfast and be ready for work and studies around 8 o’clock. The exercises would take place in the dining room where there is a lot of open floor space and we quickly started helping each other during various repetitions and routines due to the lack of gym equipment. As we started the days with exercising right after having jumped out of bed, we would both be in our underwear and nothing else and I very soon became painfully aware of the effect his young body had on me. To sit real close to him, smelling the scent of young male coming off of his body. Seing the sweat form patches between his legs and above his ass crack, the scent from his armpits … I was completely turned on! And was horrified by the fact! And of course he noticed my discomfort - and quickly guessed the reason. And he turned out to be much more relaxed about it than me. One morning, three weeks into the lockdown, we were on the floor in the dining room in our underwear when he suggested we try a new routine. Basically either he og I should lie flat on the floor on our backs and the other would then place his knees on the shoulders on the one lying down. The one lying down should then raise his legs into upright position only using his abs and thigh muscles. And he wanted me to go first which I agreed to without really realizing what this routine would mean in terms of proximity. I got down on my back and suddenly he crouched down at my head placing his knees on my shoulders thereby placing my face right between his thighs and I could clearly feel his packages touching the top of my head. When I started lifting my legs he would raise himself slightly as if to make sure I couldn’t move my upper body off the floor. But this movement meant that his package and crotch were now placed squarely over and partly on my face - and I’m pretty sure no straight gym buddies have ever done this routine!! The scent from his crotch was intoxicating and the view and feel of his package as it graced lightly against my nose and mouth, just separated by the fabric of his underwear, was too much for me and I began getting hard. Which obviously made me panic completely. I tried to get up but he had anticipated this and in one fluid, quick move he dove down over my upperbody, slid his hands under the waistband of my underwear and pushed them down releasing my cock which sprang up and slapped back against my stomach. The next I felt was his warm mouth engulfing my cockhead and by then I was too far gone to care about anything. I pushed him sideways until we were in the 69 position and ripped off his underwear revealing his rockhard cock and tight, full balls and I just went to town. We sucked each other like madmen and soon - within seconds of each other - we shot our loads into each other’s mouths. Afterwards we lay exhausted next to each other but eventually I sat up and looked down on my beautiful son who had drops of my cum down his chin. He smiled broadly up at me and said 'You probably have a trillion things to say about how wrong this is but I have never been so turned on before in my life and by the look of things neither have you and since nobody can get pregnant why don't we just go for round two?' and with that he pulled med down on top of him and started kissing me with a fire and passion that got me going in no time. It marked the beginning of a fantastic relationship that is still ongoing. Both he and I know this is completely wrong but for now we just enjoy each other in all ways possible and then we just wait and see what lies ahead. My son has always been into older men and as we were never together when he grew up he doesn’t see me as his father but more as a mature man he can have sex with in safe surroundings and experiment with. I’ve always had a healthy appetite for sex so sharing my house with a horny young man who gets an erection if a door slams too hard is a dream.

As you know, this is fiction. It's fantasy. Obviously, consent is necessary. We all know this. Anyway... _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Brian pulled his car outside of the address Mr. Miller had given him, all his belongings in the trunk or backseat. It was nearly dark, the task of shaving all his body hair off taking considerable time. Now he was smooth. Since leaving Mr. Miller’s office, the effect over Brian’s mind had started to lessen. While he was still complying with Mr. Miller’s orders, there were moments of hesitation which reached out to the surface. As he had been shaving his chest, his hand had stopped for a brief moment as the desire to keep the hair which had made him feel like a man took hold in his mind. The interruption did not last as Mr. Miller’s control took over and he continued shaving. Even as he had taken his belongings to his car, there was a moment of sadness knowing his things were about to be sold. Still, he did as he was told. Brian left his car and walked to the front door, ringing the bell. The door opened, Mr. Miller appearing in a bathrobe which was tied tightly shut. A smile turned his lips. “Welcome, Brian. You’re later than I expected.” “Sorry,” Brian said. Mr. Miller’s eyebrow raised as he noticed the lack of the use “Master.” His control was wearing off. “Come inside,” Mr. Miller said, stepping back and allowing his student inside. “Take a seat in the living room.” Brian did as he was told. In the living room there was a large TV mounted on the wall with the couch angled directly toward it. There was a coffee table between them on which there were several books. If Brian had been able to take in his surroundings better, he would have noticed that each book was dedicated to images of the male body and sexual positions. All but one at the bottom which was titled The Human Mind and How to Control It by Andrew Miller. “Would you like a drink?” Mr. Miller asked. Normally he wouldn’t ask his slave if he wanted a drink. He wouldn’t ask him if he wanted anything. But he knew that his control was wearing off, and not wanting to shock Brian out of his trance, he needed to ease him into the next phase without scaring him off. It was a delicate task creating a sex slave. Mr. Miller had done it only twice before, the first failing to respond to the hypnosis after a few sessions and the other losing Mr. Miller’s interest after only a year. As he looked at Brian who was standing in the living room, staring at the television, he had a feeling that he wouldn’t find himself bored. He had found himself a winner. “Here,” Mr. Miller said, handing Brian a glass. “It’s Whiskey.” “I…” Brian started, a bit of his buried mind coming to the surface. “I’m not… 21.” “It’s alright,” Mr. Miller said, pushing the drink into his hand. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.” Brian slowly took the glass but did not drink it. “Sit down, Brian,” Mr. Miller said, motioning to the couch. Brian sat down while Mr. Miller pulled out his phone and opened an app. “I’ve been working on something that I’d like to show you,” Mr. Miller said, pressing a button which lit up the television screen. “Tell me what you think.” The screen started flashing like a strobe light while a strange noise filtered through the sound system. Mr. Miller watched the reflection of the screen in Brian’s eyes which were growing wide while his mouth fell slack. The drink in his hand fell to the floor, spilling the whiskey. “Looks like you like it,” Mr. Miller said. The subliminal messages within the videos he had sent to Brian before had been subtle, just enough to do the trick without turning him into a completely mindless husk. This video was stronger. He had been working on it for several months, syncing the flashes and the binaural beats. Images from porn were spliced in just for good measure. While there was no guarantee it would work, Mr. Miller had found it to be suitable when he had tried it out on his neighbor, Matt. Inviting Matt over for a football game while giving him time away from his wife was all Mr. Miller’s neighbor needed to find himself on the couch, mindless, unaware of what was happening to him. Matt had been a good fuck. His ass was a real bleeder. Perhaps I’ll introduce Brian to him someday, Mr. Miller thought. “Brian,” Mr. Miller said, stepping toward the television and looking at his student directly. “Who am I?” “My Master,” Brian said. “And who are you?” “Your slave.” “Very good,” Mr. Miller said, pulling his bathrobe open and revealing his almost naked body beneath. With the warmer weather, beads of sweat had started to collect under the bathrobe, hiding within his armpits and thick chest hair which ran down his stomach, disappearing beneath a pair of leather briefs on which a biohazard symbol was printed. While he had liked to have seen Brian react, taking in the sight of the teacher he had wanted to fuck for so long, knowing that the young man was under his control was enough to make him hard. “Brian, remove all your clothing.” Brian stood up, eyes still glued to the television, and started stripping, revealing a hairless body beneath. Mr. Miller stepped forward and ran his hands along Brian’s hairless chest and abs, loving the feeling of his smooth, warm skin. As his boxers were removed, Mr. Miller caught sight of the hair Brian had missed, those strands around his cock, hidden within the cage. No matter, he thought, running a hand down to Brian’s ass. There was a slight sweat in the young man’s crack, allowing Mr. Miller’s fingers to slide down and find his asshole. Brian had done well shaving his ass much to Mr. Miller’s surprise. He positioned his middle finger over Brian’s hole and pushed inside, pressing his other hand on Brian’s chest as his body jumped from the intruding finger. “Let me in,” Mr. Miller said. For sexual partners, he would say, “Relax,” but Brian wasn’t his partner. He was his slave. Having him tense was at times better, giving him something to struggle against. His finger was almost up to his knuckle, the tip of his finger searching inside for Brian’s prostate. Unable to fit anymore of his finger inside without fisting the young man’s ass, he angled his finger and pressed down, finding the small gland. Brian moaned, his cock jerking in the cage without being able to grow. Mr. Miller could have told him to lose his erection again, Brian being under his control, but there was still the need for what would remain of Brian’s free mind to learn. He’d have to learn not to get hard, to find pleasure in his ass when pleasure was appropriate. It was Mr. Miller’s pleasure that mattered, and Brian had to learn this. “Do you like that, slave?” Mr. Miller said, his one hand still grinding down on Brian’s prostate while his other moved down to the testicles. “Yes, Master.” “Know, Brian, that I will no longer be calling you by your name. Your name no longer matters. Your identity does not reside in what came before today. You are now what I’m making you. You are my slave and shall answer to the word. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” “Good, slave,” he said. Brian’s balls were starting to rise up toward his body, seeking release, but Mr. Miller wrapped his fist around his scrotum and squeezed, pulling down slightly. Brian’s body shook as pain warned him of his Master’s grip. If it hadn’t been for the video playing, Brian would have been pulled out of his trance. Soon he would suffer all types of pain while staying under Mr. Miller’s control, but for now, he was being eased in. “If I have my way,” Mr. Miller said, his grip on Brian’s balls growing tighter, continuing to pull down, “your balls will hang down to your knees and drag on the ground as you crawl across the floor. Do you believe it is possible?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, his voice breaking from the pain. A slight tear entered the corner of his eye. “Good, slave,” he said, releasing his balls, giving them a smack. “I think it’s time for us to begin your transformation. Follow me.” Mr. Miller led his slave down a hall and stopped at a door on which a latch was built in at the top and bottom. Neither was bolted at the time. “Welcome to your new life,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door. Inside there were two slings, a doggy cage in the corner, a bench on which to either fuck or discipline, and a cabinet in which Mr. Miller kept other items at the ready. While he desired a sex slave, there were always nights when he wanted to fuck a random stranger. While the padded cuffs and small collars were suited for random fucks, the cuffs which were known to rub skin raw along with thick, unrelenting collars would be used specifically for Brian. The whips were for anyone. The as-of-yet unwashed butt plugs were waiting for Brian’s hungry hole. “You said your darkest fantasy was to have my babies,” Mr. Miller said. “That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Tonight, I’m going to infect you with my toxic cum. Tonight, I will mark you as my own. My DNA will forever be in your body, destroying you even when I’m not here. Isn’t that what you want?” “Yes, Master.” “Good,” he said, though it no longer mattered if it was what he wanted. “Slave, get into the sling.” As Brian climbed into the sling, Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and pulled out a ball gag on which there were indentations of teeth from previous men and slaves. He brought it to Brian and fitted it into the slave’s mouth without asking him to open. He had to learn. He made it as tight as he could without causing his slave too much harm. Brian’s eyes had wandered up to the red light on the ceiling, the glow filling his eyes. In this light, Mr. Miller thought, his slave looked beautiful. “I’ll always remember this moment,” Mr. Miller said, stepping back from Brian. He removed his leather briefs, revealing a nine-inch cock, thick and veiny. “Time to own your life.” ________________________________________________________________________________________ Let me know what you want to see happen. I've got ideas but only so many. No real end in mind, so we can go almost anywhere. Obviously, full on fucking is coming up next.

Brian knocked on Mr. Miller’s office door. He checked his watch and found that he was a few minutes early. He felt a bit nervous, not knowing what Mr. Miller had planned for his final. It was Brian’s sophomore year in college, and while he did well in most classes, Brian found his psychology class was kicking his ass. Brian wasn’t a bad student. His mind just didn’t click when it came to psychology. That’s why he had been so relieved when Mr. Miller offered to help him raise his grade. Mr. Miller had given Brian videos to watch to help him memorize information, and after weeks of videos, Brian was feeling ready. “Your final will be held in my office at three,” Mr. Miller said. “Make sure to watch the review video the night before. It’ll help make sure you’re fully prepared.” The idea of being alone with Mr. Miller also excited Brian since he had a huge crush on the man. Mr. Miller was in his 40s, black hair with bits of gray starting to show through. Bits of chest hair stuck out of his shirt collar whenever Mr. Miller wore polo shirts. He was around 6 foot 3 which was a few inches taller than Brian. Brian knew that Mr. Miller used the school’s gym whenever he could, leaving him with a strong body. Brian had never been able to see Mr. Miller at the gym himself, though he had tried to on several occasions. Seeing Mr. Miller in the showers would send Brian to an early grave if it ever happened. Brian knew he didn’t stand a chance. Mr. Miller was straight from what he knew. Every female student tripped over themselves when they saw him. Brian knew many hoped they could get knocked up by him. Secretly, Brian would have wanted the same thing if he had been a woman. The idea of having a part of Mr. Miller growing inside of him gave Brian a boner as he stood outside the office door. The door opened, revealing Mr. Miller inside. “Hey, Brian. Come on in.” “Thanks, Mr. Miller” As Brian entered the office, he breathed in deep, smelling the cologne Mr. Miller always wore. It filled the space. Brian’s cock throbbed as he leaked precum into his boxers. As Mr. Miller circled around to his desk, Brian adjusted himself, hiding his growing bulge. “So, have you been diligent in watching all the videos I’ve sent you?” “Yes, Sir,” Brian said. “I found them informative. I really feel like I’m understanding psychology.” “That’s great, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “And you watched the review video last night?” “Sure did,” Brian told him. “Sounds like you’re ready,” Mr. Miller said. He turned to his computer and started typing, his eyes looking at Brian for a brief moment. “Shall we begin?” “Sure,” Brian said. “Good.” Mr. Miller pressed a button on the keyboard and a sound filled the office. Immediately, Brian’s eyes glazed over and his expression changed from nervousness to a blank stare. “You have watched the videos diligently,” Mr. Miller said, smiling. “Many students in the past have skipped several or failed to even try watching any of them. I’m glad to have someone so committed now under my control.” Mr. Miller stood up and locked his office door. He had made sure his schedule had not shown any meetings that day, making it look as if he was nowhere to be found. He circled around his desk, stopping in front of Brian who was still staring straight ahead. “Tell me, Brian, who do you belong to?” “I belong to you, Master,” Brian said, his voice holding little emotion. “And what are you, Brian?” “I am a cumdump,” Brian said. “I am an object to be used by men. I am your sex slave, dedicated to you for the rest of my life.” “And will you do whatever I tell you?” “Yes, Master. Whatever you command, I will do.” “That’s right,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out a hand and brushing his palm along the side of Brian’s face. “The best part of this, Brian, is that the part of your mind that was unaware of the subliminal messages in the videos I sent you, is still aware of what is happening to you right now. You just can’t do anything about it. Though, I doubt you’d want to do anything. I know that you’ve had a thing for me. I’ve seen you try to hide your erections in class. I also saw a post from you on Faggot Fantasies. Yes, I know it’s all done under screennames, but a friend of mine was able to hack into your computer ages ago, allowing me full access to everything on your computer. Yes, everything. I saw the post you wrote about me, wanting to take my cock up your ass. You wrote that you’d swallow my load every morning if you could. You wrote you’d even get my name tattooed on your body. I must admit, that pushed me over the edge. Did you mean that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller smiled. “Good. I’ll keep that in mind. Stand up.” Brian complied. “Remove all your clothing except for your underwear.” Brian started stripping as Mr. Miller reached back and clicked a button on his computer. The hidden cameras Mr. Miller had set up all turned on, recording Brian as he removed his clothing. “I see someone is hard,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and pressing down on Brian’s still-clothed hard-on, watching as it bounced back up, standing straight out from his body. “How often do you masturbate?” “Twice a day, Master.” “Twice a day?” Mr. Miller said. “Normally, I would tell all young men to be masturbating as much as possible. There is nothing more important than physical pleasure. However, since you are to be my slave, I will be insisting on you no longer touching your cock unless I tell you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “I see you spend some time at the gym,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and rubbing a hand along Brian’s chest and abs. “That’s good. You’ll be doing more of that from now on. I see that you’re naturally hairy. Normally, I like hairy men like myself, and I can see you one day looking like me, but, as my slave, I want you hairless. When you get home tonight, you will shave off all your hair except for what’s on your head. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Tell me, Brian, are you a virgin?” “No, Master,” Brian said. “Who took your virginity?” “My neighbor,” Brian said. “And how old is your neighbor?” “Thirty-seven.” Mr. Miller smiled. “You like older men. That’s good. Older men should always have young men available to them. Experience breeds excellence. It is the best way to learn. Do you have a boyfriend?” “No, Master.” “Good. You won’t need one. You belong to me now. My pleasure is the only thing you’ll need to care about now. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Your pleasure is all I care about.” “Brian, what is a dark fantasy of yours?” “I want to have your babies, Master,” Brian said. “If I was a woman, Master, I would want to have your babies.” “Really?” Mr. Miller said. He turned and looked directly into one of the cameras, smiling. His hand slipped down and rested on his growing bulge. “Are you on PrEP?” “No, Master.” “Good boy,” Mr. Miller said. “That’ll make it easier. You’ll be carrying my babies sooner than you know. Would you like that, Brian?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want. It is all I live for.” “That’s right, slave,” Mr. Miller said, stepping away from his desk and circling around Brian. He grabbed the young man’s shoulders and ran his hands along his arms, feeling his muscles and warm skin. Mr. Miller stepped closer, pressing himself against Brian’s back, his groin grinding against the young man’s ass. He pressed his lips against Brian’s neck and kissed him, starting off slow before making sure there were marks left on his skin. “Do you like BDSM, Brian?” “I’ve never tried it, Master.” “What have you tried?” “I’ve been fucked in the ass, Master,” Brian said. “I’ve also given blow jobs.” “Do you use condoms?” “Yes, Master.” “Wrong!” Mr. Miller shouted, slapping the back of Brian’s head. “You never use condoms. Sex is meant to be bareback. You’ll never touch a condom again. In fact, you are allergic to condoms. Touching one will cause your skin to bleed, and not the kind of bleeding we like. Understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller inserted his fingers into the waistband of Brian’s boxers and pulled them down, his erection causing some resistance. Mr. Miller moved the boxers down Brian’s legs, his lips moving along the young man’s back and ending at his ass. Mr. Miller released the boxers and then grabbed hold of Brian’s ass, one hand per cheek, and spread them apart slightly. He inserted his nose and breathed deep. “I love the smell of a young man barely broken in. Soon, your hole will be a ruined mess, full of cum and swollen from constant assault. Do you want that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller pressed his mouth into the young man’s ass and started kissing his hole, moving his tongue over the sweaty skin and hair, relishing the taste. He wanted to force himself further into Brian, invade his body completely, but not just yet. After several minutes of eating Brian’s ass, Mr. Miller backed away and looked at his work, seeing hair matted with his saliva and skin rubbed raw from his beard. It seemed Brian had sensitive skin. That would work well in Mr. Miller’s favor. “Turn around,” Mr. Miller said. Brian turned, his erection now sticking straight on toward Mr. Miller’s face. “How big is your cock, Brian?” “Six inches, Master.” “Average size,” Mr. Miller said. “The thing is, average is pointless. Only men with truly superior cocks, cocks like mine, should ever enter another man’s ass or throat. Since you will be my bottom slave, there is no point in your dick every getting hard. You’ll need to learn how to cum from using your ass. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller looked below to where low hanging testicles were waiting. “Now these are beautiful. Wearing boxers with balls that hang this low is dangerous. I think we’ll see how far we can get these to hang. How does that sound?” “Perfect, Master.” “You will gain pleasure from your hole being used and your balls being tortured. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “Good. Now, lose your erection.” No sooner had the words been said that Brian’s cock started to deflate, shrinking down considerably.” “A grower not a shower. That’ll be good for what I have in store.” Mr. Miller stood up and circled around his desk, opening a drawer in which he pulled out a cock cage. “This,” Mr. Miller said, holding up the cage, “Will make sure you don’t get hard without my permission. You will wear this everyday without fail. You will never take it off unless I allow it. There is a lock on the cage which I have the key to.” Mr. Miller came back around to Brian and fitted the cage on his cock. Even though he had shrunk, it was still a tight fit. “This lower section wraps around your balls. Now, normally, if you tried to get hard, it would pull on them, causing you pain. Unfortunately, since you’ve got low hangers, it will hardly do a thing. Still, it’s the thought that counts. Now, get dressed.” Brian started pulling his clothing back on as Mr. Miller circled back around to his computer where he clicked a button and the cameras turned off. “I’ll be giving you an A in my class. However, you will not be returning home this summer. Instead, you will be staying here with me. I’ve already written up a letter to your parents, telling them that you are to be shadowing me this summer, acting as an intern. Of course, the school knows nothing about this. What you will actually be doing is living in my house as my slave. I will be training you to serve me in every way possible. By the end of the summer, you will decide to drop out of college. I know you parents will be livid, but we’ll figure out a way to make you disappear without them having to be overly concerned. For the rest of your life, or, until I grow tired of you, you will be my slave and do nothing but think of how you will pleasure me. I will keep you under my control forever, though, there will be nothing of the old you left by the end of the summer. With each passing day, a bit of your old mind will fade until you remember nothing of your old life. There will only be me, your Master. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, clothed once more. “You will go to your dorm room, shave yourself, and then pack all your things. You will then meet me at this address. It is my home. We will be selling your things as you have no use for them. I will take the money and buy more toys which I will use on you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “You belong to me now, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “I am the only thing that matters. You will give yourself over to me completely. In return, I will fulfill your darkest fantasy. I will give you my babies. You see, Brian, I’m poz, and I’ll be knocking you up with my strain. What do you say to that?” “Thank you, Master,” Brian said. “It is all I’ve ever wanted.”

I think this is the best option for just about everyone other than (a) those who use condoms 100% of the time, bottoming or topping, or (b) those who do not take any precautions (PrEP, condoms, or whatever), or (c) those who have sex in situations where there's really no opportunity for discussion. I think discussing these things helps remove the stigma attached to HIV, as well as encouraging people to learn what options there are. There are undoubtedly men having sex with men who don't even know PrEP is an option, or that it's covered (by law) by virtually all insurance, or that U=U; discussion can help educate those people.

I have been using plugs since I was a teen. I prefer metal to silicone but that is just a preference. Of course I have graduated to larger and larger plugs throughout the years. I do sleep with one in. I also like the feeling of being filled so having one in while I go out is always fun too. I think the longest I have had one in is about 12 hours? At some point it has to come out to “freshen up” so to speak.

6 loads!

I’m sure I have. Just to turn on the top. But why? I’m 99.9% honest about everything

To elaborate a little, the "disoproxil" and "alafenamide" parts of the tenofovir component are groups of atoms attached to the tenofovir molecule that help it get absorbed from the digestive system, protect it from destruction by the liver, and get it to the target cells it is protecting from HIV infection. The targeting is more effective with the alafenamide version, so they can use 25mg per day instead of 200mg per day. This helps reduce the side effects, which is particularly of concern for people whose kidney function is sensitive to the drug.

Personally I like a gaping and hopefully cum oozing hole.

I prefer a loose well-fucked hole. I have a fuckbuddy - a total bottom - who has the most beautiful loose hole. He knows how to really turn me on: he sits in the center of his sofa with his ass slightly pushed forward for easy access and his legs pulled up and placed on the edge on either side of him. This position totally exposes his pussy and the view is phenomenal: because he takes so much cock and cum his hole is not a closed dot but more of an elongated slit a little more than an inch in length (about 3 cm). I love to lick his manpussy - feel my tongue slide inside his fuck-slit and feel it contract around my tongue before I get up and push my cock inside him. He moans and wriggles like a bitch in heat and it is soooo hot. The grand finale is me licking and tongue-fuck him after I have cum inside him while he plays with his cock until he shoot all over his abs and chest. More often than not I’ll find his pussy has already taken a load or two before I arrive and that really gets me going!! He is a true whore - just the way I like them 😉

First load of the night

ya'lls asses are eye candy to my dick 🤪 I'm vers but here's what mine looks like bending over hotel couch:

19. Steven’s door was closed again when I arrived back upstairs, and Blake wasn’t sitting at his desk. I knocked on the door, and it was quickly opened just a little bit by Blake. Seeing it was me he grinned and opened the door the rest of the way. He was mostly dressed but his shirt was unbuttoned to just above his pants. I slipped in, and was immediately grabbed by Steven. He was completely naked and hard. He kissed me deep on the mouth as Blake closed the door and locked it. Their hands ran all over my body, quickly stripping me down to my underwear. Blake pushed me forward, I felt his hands grab the fabric covering my cheeks and pull. He ripped my underwear apart exposing my ass but leaving the front. I was now in little more than a jock. Blake stripped off all of his clothes then grabbed my hips to push me forward. He quickly worked the plug out of my hole and I felt cool air wash up into my exposed guts. Steven broke our kiss and sat in a chair against the wall. “Come sit on my cock.” I practically ran over and jumped on his cock, straddling his legs and sliding down on his cock in one go. He groaned as I bottomed out, “Fuck, this pussy is adapting so quick. You feel so fucking soft and perfect.” Blake pushed me forward, forcing my chest into Steven’s. He slid forward under me, changing out angle. Blake’s cock was then at my hole next to Steven’s. I took a deep breath and relaxed. Blake groaned, his cock slowly slipping into my hole right next to our boss’s. I gasped as Blake’s pubes pressed into my ass. The fuck that followed was merciless. The two of them pounded into me together, their cocks moving like one massive tool. I felt like Jell-O. My body had gone slack. I was just a rag doll for them to use. My hole felt beautifully stretched. Blake had his hands on my shoulders pushing harder and harder into me. Steven was pushing my hips back down on their cocks, keeping me trapped. They were grunting deep and low, and I was moaning like a whore. My cunt was a gaping mess. “Fuck boy, I’m going to fill you up again,” Steven grunted. “Breed my hole! Please give me another load.” “I’m going to cum too. His hole feels too good.” “You feel so fucking tight with both of these cocks in you.” “It’s the only way I can feel tight right now.” “We’re going to ruin your cunt.” “I think I’m already ruined.” “Oh no, you’re not yet.” “Oh fuck! I’m going to,” Blake roared, and stopped fucking me. His cock pulsed against Steven’s cock and his load pumped into me again. That pushed Steven over the edge and he started to twitch and spray his load into me too. For a long moment we all stayed there. I was practically shaking. Then slowly Blake pulled out. Steven held me in place, his cock still lodged in my cunt. I heard Blake in toy drawer again and then he was back behind me. He pulled Steven’s cock from my hole and I felt the cold wetness of a big toy being pushed into my hole. It felt longer than the plug, and fatter. It certainly had almost no taper to it. It felt like he had just shoved a coke can up my ass. I was panting. Smack! Blake slapped my ass. “Fuck, Steven he just took the 3 inch egg.” “Damn, wow. Ok. On the couch boy.” On unsteady legs I unmounted Steven’s lap and moved over to the couch. The plug pushed even deeper when I sat down and I let out a little gasp. They both stood in front of me, their cocks semi hard and shining with cum and ass juice. “I didn’t expect you to be able to take that today,” Steven said. “Your pussy just wants to be wrecked,” Blake added. “I guess it does, but now I have to think of some other things to do to you. We promised to send you home at the end of work with a completely wrecked pussy.” “Oh, I’ve got some ideas,” a wicked smile flashed across Blake’s face.

Part 2: Will Accepts Dominic's Offer Two days went by before I receive an email from Dominic. During that time, I’d almost forgotten about him and the dream. I’d swung by my office after a late-day workout session at the gym and found the email waiting for me. “Hey, Pastor Ryder, thanks for emailing me back. I’m free to meet Friday after work if that works for you. I can be there around 4. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. I feel like we had a good connection on Sunday. Email me back if Friday at 4 works. Thanks, Dom.” As I read the email, I was suddenly aware of how sweaty I was. I sweat easily, and the hair on my chest and in my armpits always collected odor if I wasn’t careful. My roommate in college complained about my laundry smelling. I never took any notice. Now, however, I was suddenly very aware of my own stink. I lifted my arm and turned my head, smelling my armpit. It was a ripe smell. I started to lower my arm when, instead, I lifted it back up and moved my face closer, taking in a big whiff. Ripe had never smelled this good before. It made my head spin. Slowly, I stuck my tongue out and ran it along the sweaty-drenched hairs, tasting myself. It was salty and a bit bitter, but I liked it. It tasted strong, and I wanted more. A knock on the door pulled me from my exploration, causing me to nearly jump out of my chair. I made sure I was collected before I said, “Come in.” It was Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. Just checking in. How are you?” “I’m good.” “Have you had anymore of those dreams?” I shook my head. “Good. You look like you’ve just run a marathon. You’ll want to light a candle in here.” “I’ll do that.” I couldn’t tell, but, for a moment, I could have sworn I saw Pastor Kline inhale deep, a smile turning his mouth for a second. “Did you email that visitor?” “I did. We’re meeting tomorrow.” “That’s great news, Will. Well, I’m on my way home. My wife is making a meatloaf again. You’re free to join us if you want.” “Thanks, Mark, but I’ve got leftovers I need to take care of tonight. Some other time.” Pastor Kline left, leaving me to respond to the email. “Hey, Dominic. Friday works fine. Meet me at my office. Thanks, Pastor Will Ryder.” I went home and showered, relishing the feeling of the warm water. As I soaped up, I made sure to clean thoroughly around my balls, cock, and butt crack. As I cleaned, reaching my butthole, I found my cock shooting to life, standing at attention. I jumped, surprised by this never-before-felt feeling. I tried again, finding my cock growing and my balls pulling up to my body. Forgetting the bar of soap, I reached my hand back and ran a finger along the hole. A tingling sensation ran throughout my body, making my knees weak. I moved my finger in little circles, falling against the wall as I struggled to breathe from the waves of pleasure. I pressed against my hole, moving in rhythm, my body nearly shaking from the sensation. I increased pressure, pushing harder, until my finger slipped and entered inside. “Ah,” I gasped, removing my finger and wincing at the pain. I looked at my finger and found a small trace of blood near my nail. I must have cut myself. As the water ran down and mixed with the soap, I felt the stinging. There’s no way of putting a bandage down there, I thought, turning off the water once I was rinsed off. Even with the pain, I found my cock still hard. I considered jerking off but decided against it. I was too tired and had work to do. I was preaching Sunday and needed to be as prepared as possible. I’d lost track of time by 4 on Friday. I was nearly finished with my sermon when a knock on the door pulled my attention. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and Dominic stuck his head inside. “Pastor Ryder.” “Dominic Moore,” I said, standing up and reaching out a hand. “Good to see you again.” “You too,” he said, entering my office and shaking. “Please, just call me Dom. Everyone does.” “Alright, Dom. Call me Will.” “Will do, Will,” he said, smiling and taking a seat. He was wearing another black t-shirt, this time with a design on the chest of a skull with gems for eyes and the words “Dark Soul Tattoos” beneath. “I’ve heard of that place,” I said, pointing at his shirt. “I’ve never gone.” “I own the place,” he said. “You’re a tattoo artist.” “Nearly twenty years now,” he said. “Which I’m guessing isn’t too far off from your age.” I smiled. “I’m twenty-nine,” I told him. “Still young,” he said. For a brief moment, there was a look in his eyes which reminded me of the look I had seen in my dream. There was a ferocity, as if whatever was on his mind he wanted and was determined to get. “So, tell me about yourself,” I said. “I know you’re a tattoo artist. What else? Are you married?” “I’m not the married type,” he said. “I’ve had temporary partners, but none that last long. How about you? Are you married?” “I’m not,” I told him, holding up my left hand and showing the lack of a wedding ring. “I thought religious people were supposed to marry young so they could start fucking their brains out and popping out kids.” “Oh,” I said, taken back by his language. “Many do marry young and start families soon after. For myself, I just haven’t found the right person yet.” “I bet you’re close,” Dominic said. “Closer than you think.” I nodded. “I like to think so. So, tell me more about yourself.” "Like what?" "I don't know. Life philosophy?" Dominic laughed. “When I was younger, I tried to make good choices, but I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, destined to fall. After a while, I stopped trying. I found making bad choices felt more freeing. I liked living by my own rules, not worrying about my choices.” “And what about now?” “I’m not sure,” he said. “I think something is bringing me here.” I sat quietly, staring at him. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said. “I think you're meant to help me.” “Oh, right. Yes. Of course. I don’t doubt that for a second.” My eyes searched his arms, taking note of his different tattoos. There was a skull covered in barbed wire on his left arm along with a scorpion and a date. “Are you a Scorpio?” I asked. Dominic looked down at his left arm and smiled. “I am, funny enough.” “That date though, isn’t that in May. May birthdates aren’t Scorpios.” “No,” he said. “That date is for something else. I looked over to his right arm where there were several tattoos I couldn’t make out, except for markings along the inside of his forearm. “Are those tally marks?” He looked to his other arm and smiled, running his left hand along the tattoo. “They are.” “What are they for?” “That’s a bit complicated to explain,” he said. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.” I tried counting them. “How many are there?” “Almost fifty,” he said. “One away, actually.” “Maybe you’ll get fifty soon.” He smiled at me, the same ferocity from before filling his eyes. “Yeah. I think I will.” Sunday came, and as everyone left the sanctuary, I saw Dominic still in his seat, Pastor Kline hovering over him. I felt a concern growing and quickly jumped in. “How is everyone doing?" “Good,” Dominic said. “You’re a good speaker. Most times when I hear people speak, I get headaches after too long. That didn’t happen today.” “Will is a special man,” Pastor Kline said. “I knew that from the first moment I met him. Well, I won't take anymore of your time. I'll talk to you soon.” He shook Dominic’s hand, holding on for several seconds before letting go. Domonic waited until Pastor Kline was out of earshot to say, “Thanks for the save. He was getting a bit chummy.” “He’s a friendly guy,” I told him. “He’s like a second father.” Domonic raised a brow. “Interesting,” he said. “What is?” “Nothing,” he said. “Anyways, I wanted to thank you for speaking to me on Friday.” “It’s no problem,” I told him. “That’s what we’re here for. Anytime you need to talk. Myself, Pastor Kline, or Pastor Matthews are at your disposal.” “Good to know,” he said. “Look, I wanted to thank you for seeing me Friday. I hoped you’d take me up on coming over to my place for dinner tonight.” “Oh,” I said, surprised by the offer. “If you already have plans,” he said, “I’ll understand. I just wanted to talk some more. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll have drinks and food. Do you like steak?” “I do,” I said. “So, what do you think?” I glanced out at the lobby and saw Mrs. Peters eyeing me, Rachel standing behind her. I could tell that they weren’t happy to see me talking with someone who looked like Domonic. “That would be great. Thank you.” “Awesome,” he said. “Here, put your number into my phone, and I’ll text you the address.” I typed in my number and started to add my name when he stopped me. “Don’t worry. I’ll add that later. I’ll see you tonight.” “See you then,” I said, watching as he left the sanctuary. I was not the only one watching as he left, but I was sure I was the only one struggling to hide a boner.

Mr. Miller strapped Brian’s hands and legs in the harness, caressing his slave’s skin as he went. Some masters tattooed their slaves. Others even branded him. Both ideas made his cock throb. A biohazard tattoo was surely going to happen, but Mr. Miller didn’t know just how far he wanted to go. He would use Brian beyond merely fucking him; he would have him go out and buy him things, run errands, all the things that wasted his valuable time, so he couldn’t send him out with tattoos all over his face, attracting attention. Still, something permanent, something other than his strain, would get his blood flowing each time he saw it. It would take some planning on his part. Once Brian was restrained, Mr. Miller lined his cock up with his hole, a glob of precum oozing out. “I hope for your sake, you’ve been a bottom slut with an open pussy to any and all men, opening you up, because other than my precum, there will be no lube.” He shoved forward, the head of his cock sliding past Brian’s initial ring and causing his slave to arch his back in pain. The trance kept Brian under Mr. Miller’s control, but it didn’t stop him from feeling pain and reacting to it. It just stopped him from running away from what he secretly wanted. Mr. Miller could have told his slave to let him inside, to relax his muscles, but the resistance caused the nerves of his cock to scream out in pleasure. The young man had said that he wasn’t a virgin, but he clearly wasn’t fucking as much as other college students. Years ago, Mr. Miller had been fucking one of his students every day for half a semester; that was before he was poz or had been able to create videos hypnotizing his prey. The last he heard, that student had moved to California, stared in a few pornos, and then vanished. He had been a good fuck, but his need to be equally pleasured had been such a hassle. Perhaps that is why Mr. Miller had set out to find a way to make fucking all about himself. After years of cycling through men, he learned that he only cared about his own dick. Brian’s hole slowly opened up to Mr. Miller’s thick cock, but the way his legs and arms shook with every inch forced inside, it was clearly painful. Veins started showing along his body from the strain. There were poppers in the cabinet, but Mr. Miller rarely used them on slaves. There were times when he wanted them spun out, but this wasn’t the time. He wanted his slave to feel everything. Being numb was not allowed in sex. Mr. Miller stopped forcing himself in once his cock was halfway inside Brian’s hole. The slave’s body was covered in sweat, glistening under the red light. The trance kept its hold, but a look of pain and pleasure still spread across Brian’s face. Without the television in front of him, the pain would bring to the surface a bit of Brian’s uncontrolled mind. Not enough for him to fight back, but enough to cry out in ecstasy when the time was right. Even with the gag, he would cry. “Have you ever had a dick this big before, slave?” Mr. Miller asked, slowly pulling his dick out. Brian shook his head. “And does my dick live up to what you always imagined?” He nodded. “Do you want my poz cum?” He nodded again, vigorously. “Good,” Mr. Miller said, knowing his slave would get it regardless of his answer. Even under the red light, he could see streaks of blood already covering his dick. Brian’s sensitive skin was making his job all too easy. He’d be a toxic slut in no time. If the plan hadn’t been for Brian to drop out of college, having him on campus for all the young men to fuck and contract Mr. Miller’s strain would have been a great idea. Perhaps, he thought, we can still make that happen. He shoved his dick back into his slave’s hole, moving beyond where he had stopped before. Brian’s body shook, his back trying to lift out of the harness as his legs and arms tried hard to escape their restraint. What remained of Brian was trying to fight back. Clearly, under normal circumstances, Brian would have run for the hills if Mr. Miller had tried fucking him this way without putting him in a trance. There were few men who could take his dick, and even fewer who could do so without lube. Luckily, his bottoms made their own lube one way or another. “Time to bottom out,” Mr. Miller said, shoving the rest of his dick into Brian’s ass. As his balls slapped against his slave’s ass, Brian’s eyes rolled back into his head. There was no scream, even with the ball gag in place. The trance removed his ability to scream unless requested. And while Mr. Miller loved to hear his slaves and any man scream when he fucked them, the room they were in wasn’t soundproofed. The basement, on the other hand, where Brian would be living, was a different story. He could do whatever he wanted to his slave there without anyone hearing a thing. Mr. Miller reached a hand out and wrapped his fingers around Brian’s throat. “I won’t choke you yet,” he told his slave, holding on as he slowly slipped his dick out of the young man’s hole and shoved it back inside. Brian’s body shuddered with each forceful entry, a groan escaping. “You like having that gag in your mouth?” Mr. Miller asked. Unable to speak, his slave nodded. “Would you like your own balls in your mouth?” He nodded again. “Maybe we’ll get them long enough so you can manage to get them in your mouth. Haven’t seen that done before. I know several men who would pay big bucks to see a video of you trying.” The video from his office had already been sent to several men who Mr. Miller knew, all of whom were Masters themselves. Mr. Miller created hypnosis videos for them for the right price, though everything truly special he kept for himself. Already since that afternoon, Mr. Miller had received messages congratulating him on his new slave. Everyone was impressed. Mr. Miller’s thrusts were no longer being met with the same resistance as before. A combination of his precum and Brian’s blood allowed for a persistent rhythm to be created. It had been almost two weeks since Mr. Miller had fucked someone (his neighbor Matt), and several days since he had jerked off. He had been saving up his load so he could fill Brian’s hole with as much toxic cum as possible. Normally, he was a huge shooter, but after days of buildup, he’d be a fucking geyser. It would take some time before he’d know if his slave was pozzed, but there was little doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t manage the task that night. His track record proved this. Many a one-night stand contacted him, telling him that he had pozzed them. A few had been angry, most worshiped at his feet, no trance required. “Your pussy feels so fucking good,” Mr. Miller said, the hand not around Brian’s throat now taking hold of his slave’s balls. “Understand, slave, that you no longer have an asshole. You have a pussy. It’s made to be fucked.” Brian tried to say something, but the gag kept him muffled. “What was that?” Mr. Miller taunted. “Did you try to say, ‘My pussy is made to be fucked by your enormous cock, Master,’?” Brian nodded. “That’s right. Your whole body was made for me,” Mr. Miller said. “Your mind, no one gives a shit about. It’s worthless. Just look at the grade you deserved in my class. Pathetic. Your body, however, is the only thing that matters, and it’s mine.” His hand could feel how hard his slave was trying to catch his breath. His Adam’s Apple kept moving along his palm. Mr. Miller squeezed a bit tighter. “You know, a man’s neck was made to be used as a hold,” he told his slave. “A top needs something thick to hold onto.” He looked down at Brian’s cock which was swelling within the cock cage, bits of flesh sneaking out as his dick cried to be released. “So is a man’s dick when you have them in a sling. You grab on and use it to fuck harder.” He squeezed Brian’s balls again, another wave of pain coursing through his slave’s body. “The balls, on the other hand, are simply fun to torture.” As he continued fucking his slave, Mr. Miller noticed something which made his dick even harder. Each time he bottomed out, there was a slight movement in his slave’s abdomen. His dick was so long and Brian’s body so skinny, that he could see his dick moving inside his slave’s gut. It almost looked as if an alien was trying to get out. Mr. Miller released Brian’s throat and instead focused his attention on his slave’s balls. As before, he gripped around the scrotum and made them tight, the two egg-like balls veiny and visible. “Have you ever wondered why our testicles, the most delicate part of the male anatomy, hangs outside the body?” Brian shook his head. “So I can do this.” Mr. Miller slapped Brian’s balls, watching as his slave jumped in the sling, his pulling causing more pain as his master’s hold remained firm. “You’ll learn to love that feeling. You’ll get off on it. You’ll feel honored when I torture your balls. You’ll want me to stand on them, crushing them like grapes. It’ll get you off.” Brian’s body continued to shake as Mr. Miller fucked him. He could tell that he was about to cum. He dropped Brian’s balls and grabbed hold of his neck again, this time using both hands. His grip was stronger this time, the veins along his slave’s neck jutting out. “I’m going to give you my toxic load, slave,” Mr. Miller said, thrusting harder, trying to make as much damage inside as possible. “You’re going to take my poz cum and make it into a depraved creation, taking over your body.” His grip tightened as his balls rose up, waves of pleasure spreading from his groin and reaching every part of his body. “Fuck. I’m going to cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming! I’m CUMMING!” He burrowed himself deep into his slave’s ass and held still, feeling himself shoot ten shots of cum into Brian’s bloodied ass. His hands released his slave’s neck and grabbed hold of his nipples, twisting them. A shudder rushed over Brian as a tiny bit of cum leaked out of his caged cock, pooling and then running down his side onto the floor. “What a pathetic last neg load,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m going to pull out of your pussy. Don’t let any of my cum escape.” He pulled out his dick and felt his slave’s hole close tight, not a single drop leaking out. He went to the cabinet and removed two items: a butt plug and a toothbrush. “Let’s make sure we fulfill your fantasy,” Mr. Miller said, holding the toothbrush out for Brian to see, knowing there would be no reaction. He shoved the bristled end into his slave’s ass and started scraping inside as hard as he could. Brian’s body shuddered, but he didn’t fight. This toothbrush was lucky, having been used on several men, all of whom converted. If it ain’t broke, Mr. Miller thought. After almost three minutes of constant brushing, Mr. Miller removed the brush and examined the bristles. Even under the red light, he could see blood. “Perfect,” he said, placing the toothbrush on Brian’s stomach and shoving the butt plug inside his pussy. Just as with Mr. Miller’s dick, his slave put up a bit of a resistant fight. “This will keep my gift where it needs to be,” he said. “My cum is the most precious substance to you. It’s more precious than water or food to you. You crave my cum. Understand?” His slave nodded. “What you experienced tonight was loving,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ll see my brutality soon enough, so treasure these moments when you can. However, you’ll learn to love everything I do to you because all you crave is my attention.” He removed the gag from his slave’s mouth and threw it to the floor. “Open,” he said, grabbing Brian’s chin with one hand and the toothbrush in the other. Mr. Miller inserted the bristles into his slave’s mouth and started brushing his teeth. “What you’re tasting is the delicious delicacy of my poz cum and your blood. Enjoy it. You’ll be craving this flavor soon enough.” Mr. Miller undid the restraints and helped his slave out of the sling. Brian was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he managed to stay upright as Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and retrieved a collar. It wasn’t one of the ones which was made of rough material, certified to make a slave bleed, but it was made of leather and was one of Mr. Miller’s favorites. He put it around Brian’s neck and pulled tight, watching as it pressed into the skin. His slave could still breathe, but it would cause him some discomfort. “On all fours,” Mr. Miller commanded. His slave complied, slowly moving down onto his hands and knees, the butt plug sticking out of his pussy. “Follow me,” Mr. Miller said, turning and leaving the room. Brian followed as quickly as he could, crawling on his hands and knees a new experience. He followed his Master down the hall to a door on which more locks were seen. “This is where you will live from now on,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door to reveal wooden stairs leading down to the basement. “Since I’m a kind Master, I’ll allow you to walk down rather than crawl.” Brian stood up and followed Mr. Miller downstairs where there was a room containing more slings, more benches, a mattress covered in stains, a crate, chains on the walls, and several television screens mounted in each corner. The air was cold, causing Brian’s nipples to harden and his cock to shrink. “This is where you sleep,” Mr. Miller said, pointing to the crate. It was big enough to fit a person, but it would be a tight fit. “And to make sure that we keep you under my control,” he went to the televisions and turned them on, the same strobe effect and noise from the living room appearing on each screen. “Even while you’re asleep, the messages within the videos will enter your mind, changing it, poisoning it. There is no escaping my purpose. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” the slave said, his voice raspy. Mr. Miller went to a chest in which he kept several items of apparel. The one he wanted was at the top since he had thrown it there only the day before. It was the jock strap he had worn every day to the gym for the past month. It was stained with sweat, piss, and cum. It reeked, but the odor made his cock hard. “You will wear this,” he said, handing his slave the jock strap. “Anything I give you to wear will contain my scent. You will get high off of my stench. You will crave me more than life itself. Is this what you want, slave?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want.” The slave took the jock strap and put it on, the pouch looking a bit odd with the cock cage inside. “Get inside,” Mr. Miller said, opening the cage door. Brian crawled back onto his hands and knees and entered the cage, his Master locking it behind him. Mr. Miller left the basement, the lights turned off with the television screen still playing the video. Brian curled up on the floor of the cage, his eyes focused on the television screen, his body not only soaking in the subliminal messages from Mr. Miller but also his Master’s toxic cum.

Trevor's need-filled guttural moans and pantings filled the room as he straddled Daddy Mason's thighs and lowered his red puffy still-hungry pig hole inch by thick black inch downward, now just a couple inches from having the black rod balls-deep in his cum and piss flooded boihole. The parTyed up hole he had finally readily surrendered to Daddy Mason (along with his mind and soul) willing to do whatever he had to so that he could belong to his Black Master and feel his dick and cum inside him every damn day from now on. Knowingly, hungrily, almost hellishly now realizing THIS is what he'd always wanted and needed even though it was buried too deep in his mind for him to know. But he knew now and he was about to take his first known unmedicated POZ load of cum inside his torn stretched abused sub pig bottom boihole. He had multiple loads in his boicunt already from Leather Daddy and me since Friday night, but he still didn't know about us. As far as his meth-filled mind knew he was going to take his first ever dirty load of cum when he'd feel Daddy Mason's massive explosion of thick unmedicated chemfilled POZ cum shooting deep and thick into his greedy guts. And his constant moans and beggings made it excitingly obvious that he couldn't wait. He had totally surrendered and let go of all resistance. A loud moan of demonic pleasure came from Daddy Mason and Trevor at the same time as they both felt Trevor's wet sloppy hole take the last 2 inches of the huge fat black pole he now belonged to. “Fuck yeah my fucking dirty little white pig whore! You got all of Daddy Mason's long raw cock up inside your guts. Is it what you want boy?”, Daddy Mason asked. As Trevor began already moving upward on the shaft he was impaled on to fuck himself with it, he looked into Daddy Mason's sweat soaked dark eyed face and answered, “It's part of what I want SIR. But you know there's something more I want too.” Daddy Mason ran his hands up Trevor's hairy sweat drenched abs and pecs and asked in a hoarse seductive voice, “Yeah, slut? What else is it you're wanting?” Trevor arched his back and leaned his head back a bit as his black god twisted his nips. “I want my Daddy Sir's POZ cum shooting into his pig boi's raw unprotected hole. I need my Black Master to bury your dark hellish POZ babies as deep as you can Sir and make me pregnant with your unholy seed. Please SIR! Corrupt me with your life changing dna and make me fucking POZ like my Black Daddy is!!” “Fuck yeah bitch!”, Daddy Mason growled. “That's what you're gonna get the rest of the day boy from your Master.” He paused and glanced over at me and Leather Daddy on the couch next to him as I was deepthroating Leather Daddy while he was fingering more t into my own hungry hole. “And”, Daddy Mason continued looking into Trevor's soulless eyes, “if you want even more POZ cum dumped inside you, I'm sure your Leather Daddy and pig bro will be glad to add theirs to what your Daddy gives you”, he finished with a dick hardening evil grin on his handsome face. It took Trevor a moment to say anything or even look at us as he continued fucking himself up and down on the black rod inside him. Then he turned to look at us making eye contact for a moment before an undeniably decadent twis ted grin covered his face. He looked back at Daddy Mason, a new excitement obviously beginning to build in him. “You mean they...they're like you Sir? They're POZ too?” Before Daddy Mason could answer Leather Daddy did. “That's fucking right slut. We're both POZ and unmedicated just like Daddy Mason. Our foul seed is already part of you since I first fucked your virgin ass Friday night.” “Oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah!” Trevor cried out. “Oh damn dudes that is so wickedly wrong and fucked up and fucking hot as hell!” He began bouncing up and down faster on Daddy Mason's throbbing meat. “I'm gonna be filled up with who knows how much cum from all three of you today! Hell fucking YEAH!! Give me your first nasty load Daddy Mason! Please! Mix yours with theirs and let's keep going!” Daddy Mason laughed lustily and slapped Trevor's hairy asscheek. “That's the fucking plan pig. My special fuck pig boy.” And with that he started fucking up into Trevor's welcoming ass. “Just one thing baby”, Leather Daddy said loud enough to be heard over the noise of skin slapping against skin. “It's not just us three. There's still more fun to cum.” Just then the doorbell rang and Leather Daddy smiled as he got up and said to all of us, “And I think it's just now arrived.” (more to come)

So I am a whore for any kind of facial hair. Like I said its a weakness. And if it actually came to it I hope I would tell Junior to fuck off. I don't disagree with you, if you scrutinize his facial hair it does look like he glued the sweepings off the barbershop floor onto his face. Does my beard pass muster? No one ever sees it due to quarantine and mask wearing.

The thumping music was doing nothing to settle my mood. I nodded across the table at my colleagues giving all the non verbals to show I was still engaged in the non-existent conversation. Why had I agreed to come out? A works do for someone moving departments seemed so unnecessary. They weren't leaving; for fuck's sake we'd all see each other tomorrow albeit in passing. I had initially resisted the invitation being as I was nearly 20 years older than a few of the team but they had cajoled that I was, after all, their supervisor and I relented. It didn't help that I would often joke that being 40 wasn't at all passed it. That was always going to come back at me. So here I was. Feeling the effects of the few drinks I had quickly downed believing it would make me more sociable. Instead my head was thrumming from the music being blasted through the pub. OK it wasn't all bad. I did actually like my team and I would miss working alongside Sean, but he definitely deserved the promotion. It was a shame that such a hottie was leaving my section; not that I would ever mix work and play. Still I had plenty of eyecandy to let my eyes wander over as the drinks continued flowing. A packed bar on a Friday night is always good to get the imagination going, even if there's no intention of following through on anything. The positions around the table changed as more drinks flowed. Conversations, such as they were, merged into one another. TV, sport, politics (yawn), work (inevitable), gardening (where did that come from?), bitching about work. Laughing at those returning from the bar as they tried to pick up the threads they thought were still ongoing. Maybe I was actually enjoying myself. I end up sitting next to Sean and just chatting. Because of the volume we would frequently lean in to make ourselves heard and I, more than once, was very glad the lighting was also low so no-one would notice the flush to my face each time he would lean in to say something in my ear. Or maybe they would think it was the drink? Fuck I could feel my cock rise in my jeans just from being this close. No way was I standing up until this goes down. Why did he have to be so god-damn hot? All things move on and the music lowered and the glasses emptied and finally from the bar the call of, "Time!" We all say our goodbyes, some wander off in search of late-night food, some climb into taxis. I start to walk away. "James!" I look back and see Sean waving as he jogs to catch up. "Walking?" I try not to state the obvious and smile slightly drunkenly. "Yeah, just going to walk off some of the booze. Get some air." "Good idea," Sean grins as he matches step with me, "I was heading this way anyway." Heading away from the bar through the city centre we chat a meaningless ramble that is completely fuelled by our drinking, but it's easy and pleasant and all too soon we reach the divide to our paths. "It's been good." Sean starts and I reach out to shake his hand. He clasps my hand but then, to my surprise, pulls me into a hug. As he grips me I feel my body start to respond with the blood I desperately need for thought flowing straight to my dick. I break the hug hoping that nothing has been noticed but Sean is grinning massively as he steps away, and waves as he starts heading off. Embarrassed but undeniably horny I continue my own journey along the opposite road. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I think to myself as I walk. He clearly felt my hardon and it must have been obvious as to the cause. And then? He just walks off, why hug me? Dammit I need to sober up more and deal with anything tomorrow. No. Or. Fuck it, I'm still drunk enough to be stupid and horny enough to need to be. I begin to alter my route and head through one of the city center parks that just happens to be, more or less, on my way home. I know these paths very well having walked them numerous times before and always with the same purpose in mind. Before too long I am heading along a darkened pathway with bushes all along one side that separate the city from the green expanse of the park that stretches away into the night. Following this path leads to a small rise given over to a small wooded area. Benches line the walkway to give daytime lunch-goers a brief natural respite from the many surrounding office buildings. At night however this area has an altogether different reputation. As I get closer small clusters of trees dot the approach to the woods and I can already see shadows of people among the trees. One or two sat on benches watching with interest. A few moans drift through the night and, if you were to listen intently, you can make out the soft slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh. These sounds alone would have me desperate to make noises of my own, but half-cut and half-hard as I was when entered the park I feel my horniness ramp up to 11. I absentmindedly rub my cock through my jeans as I reach the treeline and step into to natural darkroom the local council so thoughtfully provided. After a few moments to allow me to get my bearings I carefully pick my way through the darkened grove toward what I know to be the popular hollows. I pass one couple already engaged and watch for a few moments as one kneels and hungrily devours the cock of the man in front of him, smiling to myself I move on recognising that they are quite content in each other's company. Not too much further on I see a guy leaning back against a tree, cock in hand, stroking slowly but firmly. I guess him to be mid-twenties, slim and wearing a tracksuit the bottoms of which are pushed to mid thigh. Definitely a good start. I approach and as he looks at me he shakes his cock a little as an invitation I cannot refuse. Now right in front of him I reach out and take hold of his cock at which point his hands fall to his sides happy to let me take over for him. I start by slowly feeling him all over. A good, solid seven inches. Nice foreskin to slide back and forth teasing that cockhead making a dewdrop of precum bead on his piss-slit. I lick my lips and drop to my knees. At this my new acquaintance rests his hand on my shoulders as I lean in and begin to lick and kiss his shaft. Working my lips up to the tip where I lap at the precum and slide the head between my lips as I slide him deep into my mouth. I run my tongue around him as I push myself all the way down onto his dick wanting him to recognise the need in me. He grunts appreciatively and rocks his hips while his hands grip my shoulders a little more firmly. Working together, me bobbing my head whilst he begins a slow fucking motion, it isn't long before that dick is nice and slick with my spit and I am moaning in cocksucker joy. After a few minutes of lovingly sucking this sweet dick I slide my mouth off and, while sliding my hand up and down him to keep him on the boil, gasp up at him. "You want to fuck?" There really is no need for small talk in a place like this. He looks down and shakes his head. "Nah man, I don't fuck. You want me to cum in your mouth that's fine but I'm not after anything else." I can't pretend I'm not a little disappointed but I simply say, "Shame." Then I slide him back into my mouth and go to work bringing him off with every trick I know. I squeeze and release the base of his shaft as I suck and lap around his cockhead. Flicking my tongue over his pisshole then deep-throating him again. I reach around and massage his tight arse cheeks and run my hands over his, admittedly very nice, body. All of this has him moaning and I can feel the slow rocking motion he started with pick up pace. Now as I suck and wank his soaking dick he is fucking my face. His fingers clenching and unclenching as he starts to lose control. "Unh Fuck!" He groans as he throws his head back. His cock pulses and I slide my lips down to the very tip wanting to catch this load all across my tongue. I time it well and receive a hot mouthful on the first spurt, then two smaller bursts of sperm splash into me. I slide him back deep into my mouth coating his cock with his load and then sucking hard I lick that cum back from him and make a show of swallowing it all down as I look up at him. "Damn!" He is panting and pulling up his trakkie bottoms. "That was fucking awesome!" He smiles and steps away. I stay on my knees as he disappears into the darkness. I can feel my own cock throbbing in my jeans. Fuck I definitely need more. Savouring the flavour of the load still coating the inside of my mouth I stand and begin the search for another cock. I still have a decent buzz from the earlier drinks and that is definitely tamping down any inhibitions I might otherwise have. I decide to take my direction from the guy who's spunk I can still detect a lingering taste of. I find a corner and lower my jeans; I very often go commando and tonight is no exception. I pause at my knees and then think, "Fuck it!" I push them all the way down. I grip my cock and start a long slow stroke as I do I put my other hand out in front of me and grab onto a low branch of the tree I am next to. This makes me lean forward and push my backside out as an open invitation to, well, anyone that catches me in this position. For a minute I am caught up in the pleasure I'm bringing myself and I stop concentrating on my surroundings, long enough for me to not notice as someone steps up. The first thing I know for sure is the strange hand exploring my arse. I gasp at the surprise and let go of my now very hard dick reaching to place both hands on the tree leaving myself completely vulnerable. Somehow I manage not to look around telling myself this is exactly what I wanted to happen. "Nice." The whisper behind me gives nothing away other than its a man. I have no picture in my head of his age. All I know is that I offered myself up and he has stepped up to the table. I feel slightly roughened hands run over both my cheeks. They knead and rub and spread me wide. Then I feel hot breath on my hole and I moan in absolute pleasure. Also I say a silent thank you to my sober self for showering very thoroughly earlier clearly knowing what drunk me is like. The first press of his tongue on my hole is like electricity. I cannot help but groan aloud and press myself backwards onto the searching tongue. Firm hands grip my arse and spread me wide and a voice from behind tells me to, "Push down. Open that hole for me." Like an instinct I just follow the command and I push. Heat and pressure have me grunting in the darkness. This man who I still have no idea about is alternating between shoving his tongue up me and then sucking hard at my hole. I can feel myself opening wider by degrees and the pure joy at the feelings is intense. Before too much time has passed I am panting as though riding the edge of an orgasm I just cannot achieve. My cock is leaking and my body is quivering, but despite the intensity of the feeling I am never allowed to crest. Clearly the man behind me is a maestro and I am more than happy to be his instrument of choice. I cannot even verbalise how good I am feeling. I am simply holding on to the tree and letting my body become his. He tongues me, and laps at me, and sucks hard at my opening. Then I feel fingers slide into me, probing and spreading me more. A slow and constant fuck motion that is pressing my buttons even more than the rim job I had just been subjected to. "Not bad boy. Three fingers all the way in first go." I manage to find my voice and stammer between my gasps, "Unh...it..its ahhh....definitely not, ohmygod!...Not my...fuuuuck...First time." "Good boy. Breaking in newbies always takes too much time. Guess there's no need to hold back then." I shudder at the implication there but I still hold position. I hear him rise and then feel a blunt pressure against my slick and open arsehole. He takes hold of my waist, shoves forward and I grit my teeth and hiss expecting at least the burn of first penetration. Instead my breath becomes a very drawn out and laboured moan as my hole, so expertly opened, becomes his cunt to use. A brief thought crosses my mind about protection, but drunk me is in charge now and he is basically doing a little dance with his fingers in his ears going, "lalalalala I can't hear you...just enjoy it slut!" My eyes roll back and I push hard onto the strange cock that has just been given free reign to do whatever it wants to me. He starts a slow and steady pumping rhythm. Holding my waist tight, fingers digging into my sides to let me know he has control. I am open but he is thick and I feel every thrust. Because of the angle his cock is pressing harder against my front inner walls and he is grinding it with every shove as he fucks me. And this is a fuck. This is all about cock and hole. Shoving inside and taking pleasure. He is making breathy noises as he slaps his hips to mine, driving that thick fuck tool in and out of me and I, in turn, am panting as I hold on and try to take it like a true slut. Apart from a few moaned fuck yeahs and take its the sex is all soundtracked by the sound of his flesh hitting mine and my wet hole accepting his cock in a quickening pace. After the amazing rimming I had received this sudden fucking again has me closing in on a climax I so desperately need but can't quite reach. I meet his thrusts and we speed up together. Moving just enough to keep his cock in me but fast enough that we are slamming against each other. I can just imagine how far away we can be heard in the night air and that thought makes my cock lurch and my arsehole clench around his invading dick. Squeezing my hole down on him like that makes him dig his fingers into my sides very hard. He is definitely leaving his mark on me. He grunts and almost collapses over my back and I feel him shaking and moaning, his hot breath raking my ear as his orgasm consumes him. I feel his body tense and relax, his cock following suit inside me and I know his cum is flowing into me. I relax my grip on the tree, and swallow a few deep breaths. Fuck that felt so good. It takes a good few seconds to compose ourselves. He slides his wilting cock from my now dripping cunt and softly pats my arsecheek. "Damn good fuck boy." I start to stand but his hand presses more firmly. "You stay where you are. Don't you move 'till I'm gone." I don't know why but I just nod and mumble, "yessir." "I knew you'd be a good boy." A single affectionate pat on my naked skin is all I feel to let me know he is leaving. I hear his footfalls get quieter and yet I remain. Half naked and cum soaking into me, waiting for whatever the night will bring. After only a few moments I decide to relieve some of my horniness and I slide to my knees on the cool earth. With my legs wide apart I take hold of my dick and start to wank. Enjoying the night air I throw caution to the wind and undo my shirt allowing it to slip from my shoulders and onto the floor behind me. Now, to all intents and purposes, naked I start to masturbate freely. As my hand massages my swollen cock I slide my other hand between my legs and begin to finger my cum slicked hole, occasionally reaching up to suck the recently deposited sperm into my eager mouth. I feel like such a slut, knowing that it's a massive risk but not caring at all. I want to be found, naked and panting as I wank and finger fuck my soaking fuckhole. "You dirty cunt!" Although startled by the voice I am too far gone and cannot stop pumping my fingers up my arse while wanking hard. As the owner of the voice steps in front of me it's too much and my cum shoots from the tip of my cock, over my fingers and onto the ground. Looking up at the guy whose appearance just caused my balls to unload and I see a young guy. Cute face and decent build wearing jeans and a t-shirt and very clearly rubbing his growing bulge as he looks down on me. Still in a lust driven trance I raise my hand and lick up the cum that spilled across my hand never breaking eye-contact. I don't know what's happening to me. Maybe it's the location, maybe it's the earlier drinks, or maybe I'm letting out my inner slut in a way I never have. Usually once I cum I get self conscious and need to withdraw by myself. Now, I remain kneeling and sucking my fingers to relish the spermy flavour. My cock remains half hard as it becomes obvious that I need so much more than just a single release. The guy in front of me tugs at his jeans and pulls out his own hard cock and pulls the foreskin back showing off the flared tip. I lick my lips and lean in to take this delicious looking tool in my oh so hungry mouth but he pulls back and chuckles. "Uh-uh! Not so fast faggot. You have to earn this cock." I stared dumbly up at him, I must look completely fucking desperate. Kneeling before him stripped with my cock still dripping from my recent ejaculation. My mouth wordlessly opening and closing as I try to process this. "What do I do?" It's the only thing I can ask, and right now I'm prepared to do anything for this rigid dick pointing at my face. "Yeah, you really want this cock don't you faggot?" "P..please.." Fuck! I am desperate. "You'll do anything to get it right?" I just nod up at him "That's what I thought." As he says this I can see him tense. He grunts a little then his cock jumps and the hot spray hits me square in the face soaking me. He directs his cock hosing me down with his powerful stream of piss. Showering me from my head down my chest and back up. "Open wide faggot." I follow his instruction without thinking and my mouth is flooded with the hot cascade. "Drink it down you dirty cunt." I let my mouth fill and swallow closing my lips to do so. This causes the jet to splash all over my face. The taste isn't strong, kind of sweet and salty at the same time. Not like I imagined and I gulp what I can down before his tanks empty. Partly I want to show this guy how willing I am, but also because I have just discovered a new thing I like. He quickly shakes his cock and the last drops of piss splash across my cheek and he just laughs. "Fair play faggot. That was hot. Now. Turn around and push that pussy my way." I do as he tells me and, on my hands and knees, I push my arse out for his use. There is no build up, no ceremony to this coupling. He quickly kneels behind me, lines his cock up and shoves all the way in. "Fuuuuck yessss!" I moan into the night air. Balls deep and hitting all the right spots, he grinds inside then slides all the way out. I feel the cool air brush my hole for a second before he slams right back inside making my whole body lurch forward. I tense my arms and push back knowing he is intending to give me a workout. I am not wrong. He slam fucks me hard and fast. Long dicking my cunt for all he is worth. I push back hard, tensing myself to take the pounding of a lifetime. There is simply no way I can keep quiet and I am soon shouting out in pleasure as his cock forces my body to convulse. I am literally shaking all over as he relentlessly fucks me. I have completely forgotten how public we are and I am begging him for his cum while he takes total possession of me. I have no idea how long this lasted. It could have been five minutes or thirty. My mind was gone. Just gone. My face is in the dirt as I try to push my arse up for him. With a gutteral shout he shoves deep. Once. Twice. Then holds himself all the way in me as his body shudders in climax. "Fucking hell." I couldn't agree more but I am in no state to respond. I sigh a little as he withdraws and my efforts to push myself up only result in me rolling onto my back under the trees. I watch him as he makes himself decent and starts to walk away. He pauses and looks back. "Nice one faggot." And he's gone. After a few panting minutes I attempt to recover myself. At least the air has mostly dried me now, although I still unmistakably smell of piss and spunk. As I rise to my knees and begin to pull on my shirt a voice comes out of the dark. "That was quite a fucking show. I wish I'd headed this way earlier." Fuck. I know that voice. It's Sean.

Long time ago, first time at a bathhouse in LA, can't remember which one. It was fucking amazing! Sucked off this 19-20 year old surfer dude guy. Blond pony tail, little patch of chest hair and still one of the biggest cocks I've ever experienced. Later in evening I fucked this 30ish Hispanic guy with a really furry ass in every position imaginable. I was almost overwhelmed by how fucking horned up he was. I was one hell of an experience for a first time - almost made later bathhouse experiences a let down:)

I’ve not been to the San Francisco event yet, but it was indeed smaller than I expected. I did end up pissing all over a guy in a portapotty though.

A cummy hole gets my dick harder. It's not so much the wet hole itself but more that the btm is admitting to being a cumdump.

I was at IML last month hosting ass-up in my hotel room. I was fucked 54 times over the course of my stay. I had one Top volunteer to work the door for me one night, and on another a MtF trannie brought men in to fuck and video me, telling them to “fuck him harder, make him bleed - he’s a cumdump, that’s how they’re used.” So I guess, yeah, “cumslut” applied to me. On the last night, a Top came in an jammed himself roughly into my ass and started to rough-fuck me. “You fucking faggot,” he said. “I have zero respect for you. You’re nothing but a worthless cumdump faggot, aren’t you? Say it.” That’s one aspect of the psychology of some Tops that I still can’t wrap my head around - why they choose to fuck men they have so little regard for, whom they see as in some way subhuman. Yet they enjoy it, it excites them, titillates them, gives them gratification when they inseminate the bottom. This guy came a hard, balls-deep, gasping orgasm. Whatever his opinion of cumsluts, he evidently gets off on them in a serious way. Possibly he doesn’t actually believe what he says and it just enhances his fantasy to pretend; or perhaps he does. I take people’s words at face value. I’m not worthless, but I said what he told me to say because my duty is to fulfill the need of the Top fucking me. My saying it for him didn’t make it true. I suppose it may have reinforced the idea in his mind, but if I had refused, would it have changed his view? I doubt it. He probably would have just doubled down on his abuse because the way he sees cumsluts is already solidified in his mind. I felt strangely unaffected by his verbal abuse. Maybe I’ve just gotten used to it from having heard such things said to me many times before, or maybe my own sense of self-worth isn’t dependent on the utterances of others. I know that there are some people who are going to judge me a certain way because I give my body away. They are going to misjudge me, and that’s something I simply decide to accept because I am doing what my heart and reason tell me is right to do.

Here's an update. First time in 7 years.

I must be living right because yesterday I had a guy come out to seal my driveway. It was hot and he took off his shirt which was a nice treat but when he took off his I saw a biohazard tattoo around his navel and a scorpion tat on his peck. My cock about literally burst out of my shorts. When he finished his help went to the truck to eat lunch and I invited my new shirtless Mexican friend inside to square up the invoice. As soon as he came In I told him I liked his tattoos and asked if he was gay in a really polite way. Then I took a huge risk and flat out asked if I could suck his cock. He eagerly responded “hell yes” so I dropped down right there and got his cock out and started to wake it up. His cock was uncut, really hairy, and had an amazing sweaty musty smell that really turned me on. It was very dark skinned and probably like 5” but it was pretty fat. I started working his dick hard. We moved into the bathroom so we could smoke and we both got nude. I sucked hime for another minute while we both smoked. He started fingering my asshole so it was obvious he wanted more so I laid on my belly, he lubed up and he mounted me from behind. He pounded me hard for a couple minutes before he popped. He pumped in me like half a dozen time and when he pulled out he was still pumping and I could feel his seed hit my lower back and my ass crack. I sat up and asked if he was poz and he of course said yes. I asked if he was on medication and he said yes but he doesn’t take it all the time because of side effects. He said it was probably 6-8 weeks ago that he last was on his medication. He seemed really upset like he did something wrong but I assured him it was fine. He air dropped the pics he took and took my money and left. Probably in all about 20 minutes of play.

only takes bare cock, the natural way

As my first post, I'll start with a humble introduction to my boypussy. Hello 👋🏻🐷

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?

That’s not a decent beard. That’s the only photo of him I’ve ever seen in which his beard doesn’t look like it’s out of place on his face and desperately, desperately trying to make a sales pitch. A man’s beard has to reflect the inner man in order to work, and this beard never has. He would be better off with seedy, pencil-thin moustaches and a goatee, if he insists on facial hair.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 12 While Ian was thinking devious thoughts over Sunday brunch, Zak and I showered and were discussing plans for lunch when my phone rang. “Hi mom.” “Oh, Isaac, you’re home.” “Actually, I am home…..remember this is a cell phone so I can be anywhere and get the phone call?” “I was going to leave a message on your answering machine, but I’m glad you’re home.” “Mom…..” I was going to try to explain again that my phone is portable, but I decided it was a losing battle. “Yes, Isaac?” “Nothing….How are you mom?” “I’m fine…..Your father is fine too. Anything new Isaac?” (Thinking to myself) Let’s see…..I have gono. I just had the fuck flu after taking my boyfriend’s poz seed repeatedly. I have a new biohazard tattoo. I have a hot poz boyfriend that I just infected with gono. I just tested poz at the free clinic. I’m fucking Betty’s son’s boyfriend to poz him so he can poz Betty’s son. I was just a total slut at the baths and got fucked by Zak’s daddy. I have a waiter friend that Zak and I are trying to gift. I’m doing every taboo thing except fucking the dog across the street from me. “Nope, nothing much, mom….Enjoying my weekend.” “If you’re not doing anything, we haven’t seen you for dinner in a few weeks. Why don’t you come over tonight. Your father would love to see you.” “I have company this weekend, mom.” “Oh, anyone I should know about?” “Just my boyfriend, that’s all.” Zak gave me a funny grin and whispered, “JUST your boyfriend.” I chuckled and motioned to Zak, “Shhhh.” (Here it comes……) “Oh, Brian is there with you? I knew you two would be good together.” “No, mom, Brian is not my boyfriend. I told you I already have a boyfriend.” “Oh, well, boy you switch boyfriends fast. What happened to Brian?” “Mom, Brian was never my boyfriend.” “Well why did you let me set you up on a date with him if you already have a boyfriend?” I wanted to scream…… “Like I had a choice in the matter, and I did tell you I have a boyfriend.” “Well, what was so wrong with Brian?” “Nothing was wrong with Brian. He’s a nice guy.” “So you went on a date with him?” “Kind of…..we had drinks and caught up…..” “Well, I hope your boyfriend doesn’t find out you snuck around on a date with someone else.” “Mom!!..... You need to stop playing matchmaker….that’s all.” “Why?” “Because, now you set me up on a date when I already have a boyfriend, and you set me up with a guy who already has a boyfriend too.” Sounding depressed, “Well, I just want you to be happy, Isaac.” “Mom, I told you…… I am happy. I’m happy with Zak.” “Who is Zak?” “Zak is my boyfriend.” “Oh, so Zak is there now? Well, why don’t you bring him to dinner tonight? Your father would love to meet him.” I whispered to Zak, “Mom wants us to come over for dinner tonight.” Zak glanced at his tattoos, rubbed his long beard, smirked and quickly nodded and mouthed, “YES.” With an uncertain quirky look toward Zak, I replied, “Ok, mom…..he’d love to meet you both.” With excitement in her voice, “Oh that’s great, Isaac!! Now don’t be late, you know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” (Thinking to myself) Am I ever late for dinner, mom? “Don’t worry we’ll be there on time, mom.” Ian took another bite of Amaretto French toast and thought to himself…..Why do I find chasing poz cum so hot? My ass is loaded with charged seed, and all I can think about is taking more. I can’t get enough of it. I want to poz so badly. This is so fucking erotic….. it feels so right being a cum pig. (He uncrossed his legs and shifted in his chair before crossing his legs once again. The sensations in his cum filled hole made his cunt pucker around the butt plug and caused his cock to twitch several times in his pants). Brian took another sip of his Mimosa and interrupted, “Earth to Ian…..” Ian’s glazed-over look vanished, and he reached for another sip of his bloody mary. “You were miles away. Are you alright?” He smiled and sighed, “Yeah, couldn’t be better.” Brian chowed down his Smoked Salmon Benedict, “MMMM, this is so good…… So, last night was pretty wild, huh?” Thinking he may have somehow been caught cheating Ian asked, “What do you mean?” “Well, all those tattooed, leather men at Kruz.” “Oh….. that, yeah….. some awesome eye candy.” “And I hear before I got there they had a flogging demo…..bet that was interesting.” “I’m sure it was…..uh….. quite stimulating.” (Ian’s cock again stiffened a bit more). “Did you get there in time to see it?” “I was quite close to the action, yes.” “So, is that something you could get into?” Ian was a little surprised at his question. “Oh, I think I’d shock you.” “Oooh,” Brian teased, “I’ll take that as a yes.” “You seem excited by that.” “Well, maybe I would shock you a bit myself.” “Oooh, frisky…….Bring it on, but be careful…..you may get a whole lot more than you bargained for.” “I can’t wait to find out.” Ian thought to himself…..Maybe Brian’s a bit more of a pig than I originally thought….this could be fun. Zak and I pulled up in front of my parent’s house. This would be interesting. Not only was this my first time bringing a guy home, but also a guy with a long beard and full of tattoos. “So this is it, huh, babe? The place where you grew up.” “Yeah, this is it…..nothing special, but it was home. Just remember, take my mom with a grain of salt. She can be opinionated and kind of set in her ways.” “I know. She’s a character. I’ll go easy on her. It’ll be fine, babe.” I put my arm around Zak and walked toward the front door. He wore jeans and a cut off t-shirt. We stopped on the front porch, and while kissing Zak the door opened. Startled, I said, “Oh……Hi mom…… Mom, this is Zak.” Zak was on his best behavior. “Hi, Mrs. Alberts.” “Call me Edith.” “Ok, Edith.” “Well, don’t just stand there on the porch…..come on in. Dinner is ready.” Zak walked into the house and was immediately greeted by my dad. As I walked past my mom, she whispered, “You didn’t tell me he was like that.” “Like what, mom? Gay? That’s why I was kissing him.” My mom hit me on the shoulder with the dish towel in her hand and followed me into the house. Zak sat across from me at the dinner table. My mom emerged from kitchen with mashed potatoes and gravy and set them on the table. She turned to go back into the kitchen and stopped in her tracks. She stood behind Zak and reluctantly placed her hands on his shoulders and said, “So, Zak, um…..” I looked at my mom corner-eyed and thought to myself here we go….. She continued, “You may want to tuck your beard away……it may dangle in your gravy.” She pulled Zak’s beard over his shoulder. “There you go,” and she disappeared into the kitchen only to reappear with a dead bird on a serving platter. Zak looked surprised, but just sat and grinned at me. My dad added, “You know, I remember Winky Schmalling had a beard like yours back in ‘58 or ‘59. He got it caught in some farm equipment. Then he had one eye. His name was Joe, but we always called him Winky after that.” Zak chuckled a little, “Well, I hear farm equipment is more beard-friendly these days, but I’m not a farmer.” My mom chimed in, “So, do you have a job, Zak?” “Mom!! Of course he has a job.” My mom finished adding, “....I only asked because I hear old Mr. Harper down at the garage is looking for help tinkering with those cars like he does. He hires your kind down there,” pointing to his beard and tattoos. “Oh….. I don’t mean the gay thing. I don’t think the guys down there would go for that.” “What’s that supposed to mean, mom?” “Nothing….I’m just making conversation, Isaac.” “It’s ok, Zeek. No, Edith, I’m not looking for a job.” Sitting down at the table my mom tucked her napkin neatly onto her lap. “So, what DO you do, Zak?” “I’m a tattoo artist.” “Oh, you’re not at that shop on Forest Home are you? You know the one on the news that had the dirty needles?” My dad butted in, “Edith, that shop closed down over 6 years ago.” My mom said, “It’s just like those dirty Chinese restaurants. They get shut down and then the same people reopen the restaurant three blocks away and change the name from Ching’s to Chang’s.” “Mom that’s ridiculous, and you know it!!! And stop sounding so prejudiced.” “No, I have my own shop in Chicago, Edith, and it’s very clean.” “Zak did all my tattoos,” I said. (Thinking to myself) Including my biohazard tattoo. My dad added, “Oh, so you did Isaac’s tattoos. Nice work.” My mom said, “Nice work? It looks like the inside of a demon’s church.” Looking at Zak, she added, “No offense, I’m just not crazy about the desecration of your temple thing.” “Well, thanks anyway, Walter,” Zak replied. “I think Isaac’s sleeve turned out quite nice.” My mom said, “I don’t understand people wanting to mutilate their bodies that way.” “That’s your perspective, mom. Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t make it wrong.” Zak said, “Tattoos can be very therapeutic, Edith.” “So can taking a stiff shot of Brandy, but you don’t see me doing that,” she replied. “Edith, I give some people tattoos that have meaning behind them. It could be in memory of someone or resolution to a tragic event in their life or something, and it’s very healing.” “That’s sweet, but just because I love something doesn’t mean I want it on my flesh or my temple so it were.” My dad added, “Well, you love our mailman, Herb. Maybe he’ll pose for you.” “Yeah, I bet you would like to wake up seeing his face next to you every morning.” “Well, you do have a point there,” my dad mumbled. “Edith, see this tattoo.” Zak was pointing to a tattoo on his arm of a girl with a halo. “This is a tattoo for my sister who died in a car accident when she was 7.” “How sweet,” my mom said. “Please pass the chicken, Isaac.” My dad interjected, “Oh, Zak, do you have other brothers and sisters?” “I have a brother.” “Oh, is he normal,” my mom inquired? “Mom!! You mean we’re abnormal?” “You know what I mean, Issac. Is he regular?” “So now we’re irregular?” “No, you know what I mean.” “It’s gay or straight, mom. Not normal or abnormal and regular or irregular.” “Yes, I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean anything by that.” “Mom, the more you say, the worse it gets.” “Well, anyway, your dinner is good, Edith. And my brother is straight. He’s married with kids.” “Thank you, Zak. And there’s nothing wrong with being gay. You just miss out on having children is all.” “Well, gay people can still have children, Edith.” “And some of us don’t want to have children….whether straight or gay, mom.” “I know, Isaac. I just wish I would have some grandkids……that’s all.” My mom sipped her coffee then continued eating her chicken dinner. As we were getting ready to leave my dad shook Zak’s hand and pulled him into a hug. He whispered something to Zak then said, “I’m glad we met the man in my son’s life.” He then hugged me as well. Zak said, “Edith, thank you again for dinner. Zeek, I’ll be outside by the car.” My mom turned to me and gave me a hug. “Well, that went pretty well, huh?” “Pretty well? After that I’ll be lucky to still have a boyfriend tomorrow. Thanks, mom.” “Oh don’t be ridiculous. He loved my chicken.” We left my parent’s home in silence. After a few blocks driving I said, “I’m sorry for all that, Zak. Now you know my mother. She can be a little much.” “Don’t worry about it. I have thick skin, babe.” “So what did my dad say to you when he gave you a hug?” “Oh…..just that your mom has some quirky ideas at times, and that her bark is worse than her bite.” “Well, she does mean well, but her mouth is going to get her in trouble one of these days. She comes across as prejudice, but I know she isn’t. Her thinking is a bit……. old fashioned at times.” “I actually kind of like her, babe. She is set in her ways, but she just wants what’s best for you.” He chuckled and added, “Like my poz cock shoved deep in your ass.” I laughed as I glanced over at Zak and rubbed my hand on his thigh. He locked his hand into mine and held on. While we “enjoyed” our dinner with my parents, Ian was ready to find out a little bit more about Brian’s pig side. They arrived at Ian’s apartment. Ian led Brian to his bedroom. Brian was always into safe sex when they played, but that was about to change. Ian decided he wasn’t going to give Brian a choice. It was time to push the boundaries a bit. Ian was always more on the submissive side, but his new found taste for poz cum fueled his desire to dominate Brian. He pulled his shirt off over his head. His cock throbbed rock hard while his ass puckered tightly around the butt plug holding the toxic babies in his cunt. Ian made out with Brian and rubbed Brian’s throbbing cock through his jeans. He pulled his tongue from Brian’s mouth. “Time to see just how far you’re willing to go.” Ian stripped Brian of his shirt, and dropped Brian’s jeans to the floor. The head of Brian’s hard cock protruded from the edge of his jockstrap. “I see last night’s event inspired you. Nice jock, pig. Now kneel on the edge of the bed.” Ian fumbled around in his walk-in closet and returned with lube and his favorite suit tie. He approached Brian from behind and secured the tie around his head to blindfold him. Ian then unzipped his own jeans, dropped them to his ankles, and kicked them aside. He pushed Brian onto his hands and knees on the bed and lubed up his cunt with a squirt of J-lube. Ian worked his fingers into Brian’s hole, scraping the edges of Brian’s cunt, priming him for the impending assault. Brian groaned and his cock throbbed. He thrust his ass onto Ian’s fingers, and helped work them inside. “Are you ready to open that hole up?” “Fuck, yes,” Brian replied. Ian reached behind and pulled the butt plug from his cum filled ass. Poisonous seed dripped from his cunt and the cum-slick toy. He slipped two fingers into his sloppy cunt and removed them drenched in poz semen. He first smeared the virus-laced slime on Brian’s hole. He then worked the head of the wet plug into Brian’s cunt, sharing some of the toxic seed he carried in him all afternoon. He shoved the plug deeper into Brian, pushing the DNA into his hole as it opened him up. His cunt engulfed the plug and puckered around the base. The sight made Ian’s cock stiffen and throb. His boyfriend just got a small taste of the virus he longed to infect him with. Ian repeatedly pulled the toy from Brian’s cunt and shoved it back in, smearing the poz cum across his tightly stretched cunt lips. With the butt plug removed from Brian’s gaping hole, Ian squat down behind Brian and buried his tongue into Brian’s cunt. He cupped his hand below his own hole and squirt more poz seed into it. He grabbed the lube bottle, and instead of lube, dripped poz seed onto Brian’s open cunt, then worked it in with his fingers and pushed the plug back in. Brian’s cunt sealed tightly around the plug, unknowingly working the toxic seed into his gut. Ian reached under Brian and stroked Brian’s cock with his cum-slick fingers. Brian’s cock throbbed against Ian’s grip. “You like that, don’t you, pig,” Ian asked? “Fuck, yes. That feels so good.” Brian worked his hips, feeling the sensations of the plug buried in his ass. Ian bit Brian’s ass lightly, then cracked him on the ass with a cupped hand. “Time to fuck you, pig, and you’re going to take it all.” “Fuck, yes….I want your cock in me.” Ian reached for a condom and tore the package open so Brian would hear. He then dropped the condom to the bedroom floor. He pulled the toy from Brian’s cunt. “Ready for my cock, pig?” “Fuck I want to feel you inside me.” “Are you sure?” Brian buried his face into the bed, “Yes, please fuck me.” Ian rubbed the head of his shaft across Brian’s slick cunt lips then applied pressure. The head of his cock opened Brian’s used hole and quickly slid in. With one quick thrust of his hips Ian plowed all the way into Brian’s hole. Brian gasped in agony as Ian tore across his intestinal walls. Ian pictured the virus working into the lining of Brian’s intestines with each plunge of his cock inside. Brian began to meet Ian’s thrusts as the pain turned to pure pleasure. “You like that dick buried in your cunt, don’t you, pig?” “Feels so fucking good.” Ian already felt a stir in his balls. “Fuck, I’m getting close. You like that bare cock in your hole?” Brian was shocked, “Bare cock?” Ian gave him no chance to back out. “Take my cum, pig.” He slammed his cock deep into Brian’s gut and fired off his seed, hoping he was already poz himself. Brian’s cock reacted to those words as a huge load of semen shot from his shaft onto the bed. Ian pulled his cock from Brian’s cunt and slammed the butt plug back inside. “Keep that seed in your hole all night, pig.” Ian pulled Brian to his feet, keeping him blindfolded, and led him to the bathroom. He shoved him onto the toilet. “I’m not finished with you yet, pig.” Ian stood a few feet from Brian and pissed all over his face before drenching his body in urine. Brian licked his lips as piss dripped from his face….tasting Ian’s urine. Ian lapped up the piss from Brian’s chin and slid his tongue up to Brian’s lips then buried it in Brian’s throat. After a long, passionate kiss he lined up his meat to Brian’s face. “Open your mouth and clean off my cock.” Brian obliged and sucked Ian’s dick clean before Ian removed Brian’s blindfold. Brian said, “Holy Fuck….what got into you?” “You wanted to see my pig side. You got a taste of it.” (Thinking to himself) And a bit of toxic seed in the mix. “Damn, that was hot. So you like fucking raw?” “I love it….the only way to play for me.” “Ok, I want more of that,” Brian added. “Oh, you’ll get more…..believe me, you will.” Zak returned home to Chicago, and I started my antibiotics. He waited until later in the week to start his meds after he experienced symptoms of his gono for a few days. Work kept me busy in an otherwise uneventful week until Thursday. My test results were in. My HIV viral load was 500,000 and my CD4 count was in the middle 400 range. My gonorrhea test results were not in yet, but we already pretty much knew I had it, and the antibiotics seemed to be doing the trick. Then Thursday evening I received an interesting text………