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[think before following links] [think before following links] https://qburgh.com/they-will-come-for-us-next/ In his concurring opinion overturning Roe v Wade, Thomas explicitly stated that SCOTUS should revisit Griswold (the right to have access to birth control), Lawrence (the right to have sex with the person you choose - it overturned all laws against same-sex activity), and Obergefell (the right to marry the person you choose). Voting and organizing for the fall is just that much more important.

Just arrived in a new town yesterday afternoon for a long pride weekend, hopefully full of raw loads. Made the rookie mistake of a hotel that requirers a room key for elevator - but still managed to get a couple big loads from some nice cocks. First was a very sexy BBC - awkward but friendly chat in the long elevator ride and long walk down the hall, but not disappointed once we got in the room. Both stripped, and his soft cock was quickly hardening in my mouth, and soon it wouldn't fit but powering through a couple repressed gags later - he was easily down my throat and rock hard.. he laid back, i climbed on, and rode him. hit all the right spots, deeper than any in recent history and just the right THICK but comfortable, uncut. had me feeling great 🐷😈! Then he flipped me over, slid in - even deeper than before somehow, and started pounding away. I could feel him getting even thicker, and longer pushing just past comfort - but i'm no quitter :P Only a few moments of this and he stops, balls deep - and i feel every pulse as he shoots HARD deep in to me, felt at least 3 or 4 hard shots, prob more.. He starts apologizing immediately for cumming so fast (whole deal was legit prob 3-4 mins TOTOAL) - but I tell him (truthfully) that i was actually kinda relieved and thankful! Was hot as fuck and I probably couldn't have taken that beast much longer or harder, esp as the first in a long time! Told him to keep my number and stop back any time. he left, i put a plug in, and went back to watching porn. 2nd was a thick uncut latin guy - came in, played with my ass for a sec -could immediately tell I was pre-loaded. Asked how many, told him "only one so far" he asked "Are you SURE?" LOL (first guy REALLY came a lot, and opened me up). he gets rock hard from the cum in my hole, and shoved right in fast. then this mf'r wanted me in 23 different positions, lights on, in front of every mirror, on every piece of furniture - athletic as hell! 😈 totally made up for missing the gym that morning! finally he unloads w/me on my stomach, him on top, deep and hard.. lays on top of me for a min as we catch our breath, never really goes totally soft, starts rocking back and forth, gets totally hard again. we roll over on our side and he repositions me - hitting much deeper than before and starts rutting away. Between his uncut dick, and all the cum as lube - it was so silky comfortable and fuck it felt good, hitting all the right spots. after only about 2-3 mins of this he shoves deep and i feel him unloading again. fuck that feeling never gets old. 🐷 After he left, I watched some dirty cumdump porn with a plug in my ass, shot my load and passed out for the night, (momentarily) satisfied.

I’m a STRAIGHT student in my first year of Uni’ my only problem in life was I am broke, sitting in my room one evening watching porn (as any self-respecting 18 year old does) thinking about how I could make some money a pop up hit the screen showing a guy on a web cam show mmm there’s an idea, how hard could it be show off my blonde slim young body and get paid!!! at 130 lbs 5ft6 with not an ounce of fat, sporting a 8 inch uncut cock and heavy balls, I thought I was bound to be a hit, perfect plan. It was really easy to set up my account all I had to do was unload a profile picture, confirm my status, easy Virgin, sexuality very straight done, location Brighton UK. The site confirmed I would get paid for private shows. Ok time to go live with my cam’ once online I quickly got a message for a PVT show from user Brighton123 and I hit accept. Brighton123 was straight to the point with Hey Sexy strip for me. I removed my tee shirt and started playing with my showing my hairless slim toned body, tiny waist and six pack, he messaged back nice sexy so take the rest off, I removed my jeans and turned round to show my sweet little bubble butt, turning back round to show the outline of my hard throbbing meat under my briefs, come on sexy show me that sexy butt so I pulled my briefs down and cupped my butt cheeks in my hands, damn that’s might fine the message came back, I’d love to fuck your butt, I’m not gay sorry. No problem sexy just bend over and show me your ring I am the paying customer, so I bent over and exposed my ring to the cam, perfect the message came back. Now wank for me and cum over your chest so I laid down showing Brighton123 my hole, heavy balls and hard 8 inch cock, soon enough my balls started to hardened as the cum realised from my sack and worked its way up my throbbing cock exploding out of the head releasing at least 7 large shots of cum over my chest, nice now eat it, the message came so I licked up the salty cum licking my lips. Brighton123 then messaged me saying if your not gay why are you doing this? I replied I am desperate for the money, oh that a shame you’ll get jack shit on this site, look me up on BreedingZone and message me if you want to make some real money. Okay I replied and he signed out. I checked my cam account and was in credit by £3.82 damn that’s no good. Logging out of the cam I was angry all that for 3 quid that’s BS I thought, after a short while I had created a BZ account and looked up Brighton123 the picture showed a really fit guy in his forties with a massive cock and low hanging balls, the head of this cock was purple and so big, why was I getting hard? Why was I turned on? I’m straight! The next picture was of him shooting a load on the hole of a slim mixed race twink damn it was hot. Any way I decided to message him to find out about his offer, soon enough he messaged back to cut a long story short it ending up with him sending an Uber over to pick me up as I was local. I arrived as I pressed the doorbell my stomach was in knots, soon enough the door opened and this stud of a man welcomed me in introducing himself as Jay. We sat in Jays kitchen drinking a beer, then Jay said so you want to make some real money? Yes, easy reply. Jay explained that he runs a successful private gay sex business and could earn anything up to £1k depending on what I was prepared to do, he explained that a top fucking gets 30% of the take the bottom 70%. I was really confused here I was being offered good money for gay sex. Jay said no pressure just think about it, he also said he was putting on a show with a twink that night and that I was welcome to watch or take part. Jay said “look sign these agency release forms, no pressure just in case you want to take me up on my offer”. Mistake I signed without reading, Jay basically owned me as I would later find out and that I could not refuse any load and that the only release from the contract was his choice. My head was still spinning when the door opening and this sweet mixed race twink came in (the one for the BZ picture, I was sure) who’s this the sexy twink said Jay said I don’t know his name but he seems interested in being with us tonight for the show. Awesome the sexy twink said as he went straight to Jay and kissed him, then to my surprise he came over and started kissing me I was in shock but so hard at the same time he reached round and cupped my but cheeks and said damn sexy. Jay said come on stop he is cock is tenting his trackies, was I gay really!!! Jay said to Max the twinks name go get me cleaned up and I was taken into a bathroom, really strange it had chains hanging from the ceiling, Max started kissing me and before I knew it I had wrist cuffs on both arms and was attached to the chains. Max stood back and shouted to Jay that I was ready, ready for what I thought. Jay came in with a Camara on a tripod and said lets get started and spoke into the mic’ “Pigs a special night show tonight, we have a new twink a straight Virgin and he’s going to be breed tonight by both Max and I, with High Viral load unmedicated POZ cum, please welcome are new fresh cumdump, if any one wants to come round and breed him your welcome you know the fees, POZ cum only, he is getting gifted tonight Pigs” Max get his clothes off now and Max stripped me as I swore at them both, to which Jay said “Dumb fuck Uni boy read before you sign your life is mine now” Max shave the fucker, Max picked up the clippers and shaved all the hair from my head, grade zero. Jay the looked at me and said “nice, clean” he then asked me if I wanted Max to use the clipper on the rest of my body hair, to which I said NO fuck off. Great answer Piggy Jay said, Max get the hair removal cream and be sure to coat him good. Max came back and soon enough I was coated with the hair removal cream with extra on my cock, balls and hole, it was cold from the fridge but that didn’t last long for fifteen long long minutes my body was on fire and I cannot describe the pain in my nut sack it so intense. As I was screaming, Jay was looking at his Laptop and counting the number of pigs that wanted to breed me, 15 POZ fuckers so far, come on guys we need more, text your mates get them round he said into the Mic’. After 15 minutes Max turned on the shower above my head and the hair removal cream washed off leaving me as naked and hairless and smooth as the day I was born. Look at him now pigs Max said the count is 35 now, fuck your fucked, fucked, fucked Max said as he read out one of the messages into the Mic’ Aids Fucker is coming, he is full blown now and med’ resistant .😊 Max and Jay stripped off their clothes and I was greeted with the sight of Jay’s huge cock, Max’s cock looked as long, but Jay’s was so thick like a beer can. Max had a silver cock ring and ball stretcher with nipple piercings. Max get the dumb fuck set up. Okay said Max. He came over and pulled my legs apart and clamped them in chains, then got a ball stretcher and yanked down hard on my sack, I screamed whilst he attached the ball stretcher, then a thick silver cock ring was slide over and my cock and balls where extended and throbbing red, at which point he surprised by fully sucking me cock down his throat pulling my foreskin back over the engorged purple head of my cock, it felt so good my cock throbbed and throbbed as he worked his throat around my cock, I wanted to cum and my ball were busting but the ball stretcher was preventing any release. Jay said good work Max he passed on cumming for this dumb fuck, now do his nipples, Max took a needle and pieced both nipples the pain was immense as he fitted rings with a chain between then adding weights to pull at my nipples. Okay good work Max, lets get that Negative cumdump down and into the basement, chains where attached to my wrist cuffs and then to my ankle cuffs as he released me. I was walked down into this basement with all kinds of stuff hanging from the walls, slings, benches whip’s and huge dildo’s everywhere. Cameras and mirrors everywhere to capture all angles. Jay said to Max get him in the stocks I was bent over arms and head secured in the stocks, at which point I said please Sir don’t do this, Jay laughed and said it’s your fate, if you only read before you signed the contract both you and Max have that in common Cumdump. Jay pulled my legs apart and secured them in place. Jay then spoke into the Mic’s “look at that small pink hairless Virgin rosebud it will never be the same after tonight, it will bleed, be flooded with POZ cum, fucked and fisted remorselessly. We are going to take a break now, back in 30 minutes with our guests for the breeding, especially looking forward the Aids Fucker destroying his life. Part 2 the Breeding Only if you want pigs?

Chapter 3 Jake grabbed the back of his freshly defiled boy and told him to open his mouth and get to cleaning up his cock. The boy was running on basic instinct now and without conscience thought, began to comply. There was blood, cum, precum, ass juices and brown on the object of his destruction. The boy was doing a fine job and Jake was thinking he might be able to breed the boy again sooner than he imagined. Jake knew he would have to share his new hole soon but he was going to put as many miles on the fine young boy as he could. He knew he had to live up to his end of the agreement so when the boy finished up cleaning him, he left the boy on the bed and sent a text. The reply came back almost immediately and said "be there in an hour and don't ruin him yet". Damn, an hour isn't much time but time enough to get a couple of loads of his fertile seed deep into the boys new pussy.

I heard the door open and Men coming into the basement all cheering. Then I heard Jay say to the guys if you don’t want to be filmed put a mask on. Jay said right lets see how many dirty loads we can total up tonight, no time limits. Then I heard Jay say to Max put the mouth spreader the one with the teeth guard into the cumdump, which be did. Max you can fuck him first and don’t be gentle while I fuck its throat. Jay then walked up to my face and said bet you wish you hadn’t signed the contract now 😊 Jays cock was massive as he place the head at the entrance to my mouth, Pigs btw the mouth is for cleaning cock not cumming in yet. Jay shoved him huge cock straight down my throat just as I felt Max’s cock pushing at my ring and then fuck Max’s cock had broken through and in one hard thrust I felt his balls hit my back, Max started piston fucking my as my body spasmed, Max said I'm getting close, stop Jay said I’m loading it first, Max obediently pulled out and they swapped positions, Max pushed his bloody cock into my mouth he had made me bleed! Jay’s Cock was so big and hard he pushed and pushed and then my ring gave out and he was in me, Cumdump you have 3 inches of my cock in you another 7 to go as he laughed each time he thrust more went in, then I heard Jay say “Pigs I’m at his second ring now” what did he mean! Then he pulled back and slammed in and I felt my insides tare open as his cock broke through and his big balls mashed against my butt. For 15 minutes he smashed in and out of my hole and his cock was getting harder and harder, Jay then shouted “Pigs here comes his first load of Toxic POZ cum” Jays balls where no longer slapping my but they where as hard as steel, Jay then said here it cum my POZ babies are at my cock head now, just as he thrust hard one last time I felt his cock throbbing and blasting Toxic POZ cum deep in my bowels YES, YES, YES take my POZ cum you worthless cumdump, it felt like he flooded me, but why was my cock still hard and why was I loving it! Jay pulled out as the guys cheered, his cock was covered in cum and blood, as quick as a flash Max was in my hole again, while Jay pushed his blood and cummy cock down my throat. Max hammered me hard and shouted FUCK FUCK FUCK I’m cumming take my dirty load bitch as his cock throbbed and blasted his cum into me to mix with Jays. I was really conflicted why was I loving this so much! Part 3: Pigs your turn

[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.

Been wearing my cage more (ordered a cobra n and 3 rings) also been "masturbating" with my ass more so ive been insanely.horny. Browsed grnde all day and couldnt land anything. Got called out too work while wearing a cage, plug, panties and stockings. So i left em on under my work clothes. 10 hours later and i was dripping and ready for a hot.load. BBC hits me up out of the blue and he can host, it just so happened i was passing through town on my way home. I swung over too his place and 5 mins later gis cock was down my throat. Im not great at deep throat by the way. But i did my best. Hes young and hung like a horse. I went too the bathroom and remived plug. After making sure i was good too go he pushed me down and held.me down by the neck as he slid into me. *Heaven* I whimpered like a bitch in heat as he easiliy slid in and out of me. A few minutes kater he was asking if i wanted his baby batter. What do you think i said?

I am also down for this, I’ve been fucked by Parker Allen from Raw Fuck Club, Seth Scott from treasure island media, Jason Sparks, and a few others. Definitely never disappointed! But would love to get stuffed by more!

And here it is, folks, the concurring opinion of the longest-serving Supreme Court justice (who also happens to be African American, which is neither here nor there, but is interesting to note, in that race and progressiveness are totally unrelated): "The same rationale that the Supreme Court used to declare there was no right to abortion, [Clarence Thomas] said, should also be used to overturn cases establishing rights to contraception, same-sex consensual relations and same-sex marriage." Source: [think before following links] https://www.nytimes.com/2022/06/24/us/clarence-thomas-roe-griswold-lawrence-obergefell.html To understand why Thomas' opinion matters, it's important to realize that, even though Roberts still holds the title of Chief Justice, Thomas has the right to assign opinions. He is the senior member of the court's conservative majority. Source: [think before following links] https://edition.cnn.com/2021/07/21/opinions/clarence-thomas-supreme-court-power-toobin/index.html I actually like to be proved wrong in spirited, substantive debate. On this issue, I would have been relieved to be wrong. But the people who said there was nothing to worry about never offered any substantive evidence to support their position, and it is now clear that they were mistaken. Within a matter of years, your same-sex marriages will be invalidated, it will again be illegal for you to engage in gay sex, you won't be allowed to get condoms even if you want them (yes, this is a bareback enthusiast site and primarily one for people who are not physically able to have children, but the thought that access to contraceptives will once again be restricted is chilling), and who knows what other hard-won, long-fought-for rights and freedoms will be abrogated? Please, please exercise your right to vote in the 2022 midterm elections...

I'm not sure why whoever downvoted my post did so. I am not stating opinion. A sitting Supreme Court Justice explicitly stated this in an official opinion. He is announcing to any anti-gay state official that if you give SCOTUS the case to overturn these rights, he will do everything he can to make it happen under the same reasoning used to overturn Roe v Wade.

I get that chastity is a growing fetish, and I support everyone's right to their kink. But there is a clear link between frequent orgasms and decreased risk of prostate cancer. If it turns you on that someone else has the key to your cage, that's great, but for your health, you need to cum 4-5 times a week. [think before following links] https://www.nfcr.org/blog/ejaculation-prostate-cancer/

It has been about ten years since I graduated from college and I guess that's why this encounter entered my mind recently. I used to jerk off to the memory of it for awhile, but thankfully my lust for barebacking and cummy adventures has filled my brain with lots of spankable material. Still, when I think back to this occasion, I still get pretty hard. I was a Resident Assistant for two years in college and I loved it because not only am I social person, but also because I got to have my own room and bathroom. It was the perfect situation for me as at that time I was a 'straight' college student at a big southern state school - a way to get to know a bunch of people but still get my own privacy when I needed it. Of course I principally needed a private room so I could jerk off. If I needed to fuck and dump a load in a nice ass, I went online and found a bottom somewhere in the vicinity who needed to be bred and who could also host. I don't exactly know when I became a barebacker, although looking back I suppose the attraction stemmed from my first anal experience. I frequently went to an adult book store to get head through a glory hole. I had discovered the ABS in my freshman year. It was far from campus so I wasn't all that concerned about running into anyone I knew from school, and as I was usually successful in getting a blowjob, I began to visit the place regularly. In any event, on the occasion of which I'm thinking, I was in a booth at the ABS and was receiving a particularly good blowjob through the glory hole. I was approaching orgasm when the mouth pulled away. Somewhat surprised, I withdrew my cock from the hole, and crouched down, peered into the hole, whereupon I heard the guy on the other side say "unlock your door." I did and within seconds the cocksucker stepped into my cubicle with me. He was a small framed Latino. His body and ass were quite furry, which I found a major fucking turn-on. He gestured that I should take a seat in the chair, my pants and underwear around my ankles. When I was in position he sat on my raw hard cock until I was balls deep inside him as he stared into my eyes. He rode me until I felt my orgasm build and suddenly burst inside him. I plainly saw how his eyes got wide and glazed over with satisfaction and animal-like lust. I was hooked: I was a top who bred bottoms. And believe me, every bottom I encountered craved my thick raw cock, especially 'cause my cock head always swelled to generous proportions just as I shot my large load deep in the bottom's guts. I also think the curve of my cock must have played the bottom's prostate like a fiddle. I quickly discovered I had only to fuck a bottom once before he would be addicted to my thick curve and he would beg for my cock. Yeah, once I entered a guy, his ass would belong to me. One particular college night, I was especially horny and needed a good bottom in whom to unload. I went online to Craigslist and found a 40 year old bottom who was, in the words of his posting, "looking to take as much college dick and cum as I can." I sent him a pic of my cock and my stats and waited. Within a few minutes he sent me his hotel and his room number with some pics. I checked out his pics; nice lean, masculine frame, salt'n'pepper hair, moderately hairy with a relatively hairless ass with a very furry crack. He said he'd meet me naked on all fours with the door propped open and that he might find another top to join. I got ready and headed his way. I arrived at the hotel and found the door ajar. I went inside and immediately could smell the familiar scent of masculine sweat, lube, and cum. This hole had been used. "Got a cummy ass for me?" I asked as I loudly undid my belt buckle (bottoms love that part...always see them either excitedly re-position like a puppy who knows it's getting a their bodies tremble and their asshole winks. Either one gets my dick hard) "Got two loads so far...you college boys are hungry." I had finished undressing, leaving on only my backward hat with my school's logo proudly displayed, and placed my large hand on his ass. He shook with pleasure. "Suck my cock and get it ready for your cummy pussy," I ordered. He moaned and dove for my cock. The moment it passed through his lips and he began to feel the girth and the length, he let out a animal-like grunt and instinctively arched his back to raise his furry-cracked bubble ass higher. I could see the glistening wetness on his slightly-open hole in the dim light of the hotel room as he continued to feast on my cock, moaning and grunting like a good little fuck pig. This pig needed more seed. The pigs cell phone on the bed next to him began to ring. He pulled off my cock "Sorry, sir, it's the other college guy top who's going to breed me with you--if you don't mind, sir." "Answer the phone so you can get back on my cock, pig." He answered the phone and it was clear the kid was asking for directions and this guy didn't know the city. He looked at me "Can you help him find this place?" I took the phone in one hand and grabbed the back of the pigs head with my other and guided his mouth back to my cock. I spoke into the phone. "Hey, I've got this pig hungrily slurping on my cock but his cummy butt needs more cock in it. Where are you so we can get you in one of these holes and make this pig a happy cumdump?" The voice on the phone hesitated at first, but when he spoke it was clear he was horny as fuck. "I just need to figure out how to get there from where I'm at--I'm new this semester." "I've got your welcome present here--don't forget the balls, pig--if you want a big load you better worship those balls, too. Okay, so where are you?" I talked with the other top about where he was and quickly directed him to where he was going. He was only five minutes away. "The door is still ajar, come in and shut it and get undressed before you fully enter the room. I want you ready to take over this mouth the second you walk in, because I need to reward this bitch for slurping on my cock so much by driving this thick curve deep in that wet hole." "You got it, man. Sounds so hot." I hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. The pig kept slurping on my cock as he held up a bottle of poppers. I took a huge hit and let the warmth and hunger wash over me as the cumdump took a few hits and hungrily returned to slobbering on my thick cock, savoring the precum and moaning like a fucking bitch. I heard the door open and heard the new college top fumbling with his clothes. He was a bit nervous, which wasn't all that surprising. I was prepared to take charge and get him where he needed to go, and honestly, I was sure once the college top felt the cock sucker's mouth he would be hooked. At that moment the college top entered. Glancing up I realized I knew him. He had recently moved to my floor, and I had casually spoken to him a couple of times. He was a quiet kid who mostly stayed to himself. A musician, if I remembered correctly. I remember thinking when I met him, that I thought he was cute, but I hadn't obsessed over him, after all, I was outwardly straight. But here we both were, both naked, in a hotel room, both of us were completely hard (and I noticed, his cock was also quite impressive. Once he recognized me, he was also clearly completely mortified and seemed a bit bit frozen, unsure of how to handle the situation. So I took charge. "Pig, you've had enough of my cock - at least for now. If you want my cock in that ass, go show our friend here how hungry you are for cock." The cumdump immediately got off the bed where he had been on all fours sucking my cock and rushed in front of my resident. Without hesitating, he dove onto the other guy's cock, loudly moaning and slurping like a slut. I watched as the panic melted away to pleasure and I walked over to the guys and presented a bottle of poppers under my resident's nose. He took a deep hit in both nostrils and immediately I saw it in his eyes--the hungry glazed look of a barebacker. He was ready. "On the bed on all fours, cumdump," I ordered. The 40 year old man quickly complied, making sure his back was arched to make his ass and mouth more appealing to the two college tops he was pleasuring. I looked at my resident asking "You want mouth or ass?" He smiled, "I want ass. I know I'll cum if I watch you fuck him and I want to breed him, especially if he's got some loads in him already." I climbed on the bed and got comfortable and the bottom immediately got to work sucking my cock. He was so excited knowing he was about to get fucked. My resident hesitated a second "Is there lube?" "He's got two loads in his ass. Just eat him out a bit to get him wet and push it in." I watched as my resident got between the bottom's legs, spread his ass cheeks, and went to town eating that cummy hole. The excessive moaning and flourishes he used on my cock made it clear he was quite happy, and was properly thanking me for arranging double fuck session. My resident, meanwhile, unquestionably loved eating cummy ass. I took some satisfaction in thinking I would have fun with the quiet musician who lived down the hall. Yeah, I was going to have fun with this boy. "Now fuck him. I'd say the bitch has earned a few more loads." I love being able to see the face of both bottom and the top when a top first slides his cock into a cummy-holed slut. The ecstasy and hunger the resident and cumdump were experiencing was abundantly tangible, so I took a large hit of poppers and begin to face fuck the bottom. He loved every second of the spit-roasting, and from the grunts coming from the top, I suspected he would barely last five minutes, so I paused in face-fucking the bottom so he can really enjoy my cock on his terms. I'd like to think each tongue-flick and oral massage of my cock was his way of thanking me. While he was enjoying the resident's cock, he knew he belonged to me. The cumdump could tell, even before I penetrated his hole, that my cock was special. He was a true cumdump. I looked up as the resident was practically howling, knowing he was about to cum. I withdrew from the cumdump's mouth, walked around the bed so I was directly behind the resident, allowing my hard cock head to rest against his ass cheek as I leaned in close behind him and quietly ordered the resident to "Load him. Load up the cumdump. I'm going to fuck him and I want your load deep in his guts while I'm filling him up. Give him your warm, thick load." I also ordered the cumdump to "Beg for that load, bitch. Tell him that you want it." And beg he did. The 40 year old begged and pleaded for that load like a true cumdump. The resident, meanwhile, was about to go over the edge, so I took the bottom about his waist and pulled him back so that the resident was completely balls-deep. Then, at just the right moment, I grunted in the resident's ear "Shoot that load." I could feel his body spasm as he came, wave after wave of orgasm hitting him as the cumdump moaned and thanked him over and over again. When he was done cumming, the resident pulled out with a wet "plop" and collapsed on his back on the bed next to the cumdump. I immediately grabbed the cumdump by the waist with both hands and spit on my cockhead. Placing my cock at the entrance to his wet, hot, cummy hole, I slid my entire eight inch shaft deep into his guts. The noise the cumdump made was unlike any I'd heard him: it was a deep, guttural groan that seemed to escape from deep in his gut. He was truly a bitch in heat. I took my time enjoying the cummy wetness of his warm guts as I pounded his ass, using every stroke to caress and massage the hole so that it began to naturally form to the shape of my cock. As I owned his ass, the cumdump eventually coaxed the resident to scoot up on the bed so he could suck his semi-hard cock while in the daze of the poppers and the pleasure of my cock filling his cummy hole. I felt my orgasm building as I watched the resident's cock growing harder in the cumdump's mouth and watching as the cumdump hungrily started really working for a load in his mouth, sensing another load would soon be deposited in his ass. He pushed back and met each thrust while giving focused attention to the cock in his mouth. As I said, he was a true cumdump, and most definitely was earning his cummy rewards. I unloaded in his ass moments before the resident unloaded in his mouth and felt the cumdump's body shivering as he felt my cockhead swell and release a giant load into his guts. His ass was filled to the brim with cum, and as the resident began to flood his mouth the cumdump laughed around the dick as he moaned and savored each drop. As my orgasm subsided, I pulled out slowly and felt the cum following my dick. When my cockhead popped out of the cumdump's well used asshole, a splatter of cum came out and landed on the hotel bedspread. In a flash, the resident dove on the cummy hole, licking and slurping up the cum and ass juices leaking out. "Push some of it back in" the bottom begged. "Please give me the seed." Scooping up some of the cum on my cock head, I slid my dick, which was still quite hard, back into his cummy ass. The resident kept his face right there by the hole, watching and breathing on my cock as if to make sure each drop of cum remained in the cumdump's hole. The bottom, for his part, clamped down on my cock when I withdrew, ensuring the multiple loads he had taken would not be lost. The resident immediately took my cummy cock in his mouth and cleaned it off. I smiled in satisfaction as he enjoyed servicing my cock for a few moments before I withdrew from his mouth. "Come on, we've got to go. I'm sure this cumdump has more tops on the way." "Just a couple," the bottom answered. I noticed his cummy asshole seemed to wink in agreement. The resident and I quickly dressed, so we were ready to leave at the same time. Just before I opened the door to leave, I looked over my shoulder at the cumdump and said "Thanks, cumpdump, you did a good job." With that, resident and I walked out. He didn't say anything until we were in the elevator. "Will this change anything at the dorms? Cuz I'm not really out," he asked with a hesitant voice. "Hey, nothing's going to change," I replied with a reassuring smile, "except that you're going to suck a load out of my cummy dick when we get back to the dorms." From his smile, I had the feeling he had decided a little change wasn't such a bad thing. This is my first story on here. Let me know if you guys enjoyed and I should keep writing...I have PLENTY of other great stories up my sleeves (or up someone's ass)

The battle lines are now being drawn, over an age-old struggle. The forces of repression are running rampant through the US now, and we must be a part of the solution, not a part of the problem. A certain so-called Justice of the SCOTUS is attacking women's reproductive rights via a very strict "originalist" interpretation of the Constitution of the United States, justifying his repressive views with the argument that since women's reproductive rights are not specifically mentioned in the Constitution, these long-held rights laid out in Roe vs Wade, and guaranteed for 50 years now, are, in fact, unconstitutional, and thus to be thrown out. This miserable wretch is attacking the basis upon which RvW rests, namely privacy rights, upon which rests our right to gay marriage also rests, as well as a number of other rights. While this outrage is scurrilous enough on it's face, it is merely a harbinger of more attacks on our freedoms to come. No one believes for one instant that - if successful - the hatemongers will stop with repealing women's rights. Already the reputable major media are remarking about how the forces of repression will be coming for gay marriage (which, of course, is not specifically mentioned in the Constitution or it's amendments), and men who do what we do are sure to follow. I'm not a lawyer, nor do I play one on tv. So if I have made an error in the descriptive text above, my apologies. What I am, however, is politically active, I've seen a lot, and this is the time to take a stand. Get registered. Vote. Vote these hatemongers out of office. Every election - from the most local to the highest offices in the land - are absolutely crucial now. Take action. Be a part of the solution, not a part of the problem. Write to your representatives in Washington. Join organizations that support progressive causes. And, do not fail to VOTE.

This story was told to me by a work colleague and it’s basically what he dictated. He invited me to watch a shared hotwife play session, and I can verify that the pussy in question is indeed ruined. There’s some cum-eating. If this isn’t your thing, bow out now. _____ I’ve always had a thing for stretched out pussy. I don’t want to slip my dick into a tight pink clam, I want it loose, wet, and open. I’m lucky to have a great wife, Michele, who has had a blast on this shared wife journey. She’s as into it as I am, if not more. And we really don’t care if you approve. Michele is petit and curvy. She hadn’t had a lot of sexual experience before we started dating, and to be honest, neither had I. We watched adult videos together and learned a lot. I guess that’s why fantasies came easy to us, so did talking about them. She brought up that she fantasized about me about sharing her with another guy. So, we looked into that and it turns out it’s totally a thing. There’s not a lot of mainstream porn out there made for straight couples who enjoy sharing their wives with other men, especially with a goal in mind of stretching out her pussy. Some dudes get into humiliation, but that’s never done it for us. It’s more about a confident couple enjoying something a little wild from time to time. From the start, we decided to only play with other guys together, and we agreed to get every guy tested for STIs before we meet up. We usually only play when she’s in her safe time of her cycle, so disease and unwanted pregnancy isn’t part of our jam, neither are condoms, but we’re smart about it. Now, we’ve played with a lot of guys and never had a scare or broken our rules. From the start of our relationship, I’ve always loved sliding into Michele’s pussy when it’s nice and juicy. I love lazy weekend afternoons because we can have a nice long fuck session together. I’ll cum first then lap at her creamy pussy until she cums on my face, and then I’ll fuck her again. That second fuck is our favorite because it just feels amazing for us both. Two loads squelching around in her pre-fucked cunt sounds and tastes delicious. I asked her if she thought about other men while I railed her cummy pussy and she whispered that she was at that moment pretending I was sliding around in another guy’s seed. That made me cum inside her immediately, filling her pussy with a second thick load to ooze out of her. I fingered her to a cummy final orgasm before cuddling with Michele in sticky afterglow. After one pussy-drenching session, Michele asked if she was loosening up down there. She’d looked at her pussy in a mirror for the first time when she was at the mall, of all places. Michele had been trying on a swimsuit over her underwear and managed to grab her panties to the side as she changed. She looked at her pussy in the changing room mirror and then really stared at it in detail soon after she got home. It's not a secret that I have a respectable six inch cock. Michele was happy with my size but worried that she wasn’t as tight as she was years ago. She joked that my six inches must have been enough to permanently stretch her out. I told her that she was even more beautiful now than the day we married. I did acknowledge that her cunt was more opened up than it had been, but that that turned me on. Shortly afterwards, I came in her pussy and she squatted over my face. I gasped at how gorgeous Michele’s freshly-bred pussy looked with fresh loads pouring out. I’ve never been squeamish, so I lapped up those pearls of seed, and moaned as I ate her opened-up pussy. Michele asked me if I’d be more turned on by her pussy being even more stretched-out. I nearly came just thinking about it. That night, we went online and bought some training toys, starting with realistic rubber dildos a bit bigger than me going all the way up to 12”. I spent several weeks playing with her pussy with my tongue, cock, and that 7” dildo. After getting used to it, and her pussy taking even longer to tighten up a bit after a session, she asked if I could find a man with a seven-inch dick to share her with. I made an ad, and this handsome guy, Tim, replied with some face, body, and dick pics. He was close by, and Michele liked his looks, so we invited him over pending a battery of tests down at the free clinic. Two days later he got results back, and I confirmed that it was a safe time for Michele. That night, we met Tim. Tim came over and we had a kind of date night at our house. We all knew what we were here for, and it wasn’t long before Tim and I took turns making out with Michele. I stood behind her chair and leaned forward to kiss her as I played with her nipples. I leaned forward and hiked up her skirt to reveal her furry pantyless crotch. Tim dove in and ate her to her first orgasm. We moved to the bedroom and stripped. We got in the bed and took turns with Michele in various positions. We put her doggy style and alternated taking turns sliding balls deep. Michele was squirting and making her pussy as wet and juicy as I’d ever seen it. I could feel her cunt lips relaxing as she took two cocks, one a solid inch longer than the other. Tim came first, balls deep, and shot his load deeper into my wife’s pussy than I’d ever be able to. Good thing it was her ‘safe time.’ Tim really did plant some seed. He pulled out and a trickle of fresh cum poured out. I smeared it around with my dick before plunging right into Michele’s freshly-fucked and just-bred slack juicy cunt. Feeling her pussy honestly more open than I’d ever seen it was so good. It was almost like my balls were slapping at the red walls of her opening rather than her puffy labia. I pistoned my hips and shot my cum as deep inside her as it would go, mixing with Tim’s cum inside Michele’s sodden pussy. Michele had another orgasm and I waited for her to catch her breath before I slowly pulled out. Tim and I took turns fingering the sticky mess that oozed out of her. Tim even ate some of our mingled cum out right out of her twat. Tim got dressed we shook hands very politely before leaving. We even joked that he should at least get a hug, what with his seed dripping down my wife’s thighs. Tim was a nice guy, but we knew this was a one-time thing with him. We knew we’d be sharing her with a few different men, practical strangers, and we didn’t want to get attached. That very night, after Tim had gone, Michele asked me to get the new 8” dildo. She was ready for another level of training that would eventually mean inviting another hung man to fuck and cum inside her. As you can guess, we invited six STI-tested men to our bed to breed my wife with me during her safe time. Each man was a solid inch bigger than the last. With every guy’s bigger dick, Michele was opened up more and more. Her cunt did tighten back somewhat but it got more and more stretched. Fucking her by myself was looser and looser every time and it felt amazing. Once, after the ten-inch-dicked man came in my wife, I had my hand around the base of my balls and my entire scrotum actually slipped inside her pussy. When I knew what had happened, I stopped and told her. Michele immediately came on my cock and balls. Even stretched out, her convulsions felt so good. I poured my cum into her, as her pussy actually squeezed the load out of my balls. By the time the last guy’s twelve-inch dick came inside her, Michele’s pussy was remade. Her labia have now stretched into a silky meaty hood. Her pussy is more gorgeous that ever and I love Michele more than ever. Since sharing her with six hung men, Michele and I are closer than ever. She brought up the idea of inviting them all over for some group fun. I brought the idea up to Tim and he said he’d join, but only if he can go second to last, allowing the bigger guys to go first and really open her up. We’re thinking of getting some fisting toys online to try those inside her as well. I think they’re made for guys to play with in butts, but Michele really prefers me stretching out her pussy. So far, her ass is virginal. She says one stretched out ruined hole is enough for now.

So I had a whole week free which included a trip to Orlando (I live in Miami) and I decided to use it to be the nastiest piggiest cumdump I could! First stop was Club Orlando - I only had a few hours so I undressed down to my jock and went right to the dark room in the back. I basically grabbed the first cock and put it in my mouth - I find that this is usualy the best way to ensure a load later on. Sure enough, before long the guy flipped and pushed me down on the big table in the middle of the room. I felt hick cock enter me and I just begged for the first load of the day right away. Soon he was unloading in me. I love the feeling of that first load, since it also means I wont need any more lube! I walked around some more, but ultimately kept coming back to the dark room for action. At oen point, one guy in here climed on top of the table with me and fucked me hard - then suddenly after he came I realize someone else had their cock in me. The realization that this was some new man, was so hot - he too pumped me full of cum in a minute or so. In the end I left with 5 loads - which was about par for my previous record. But I was not done! A c ouple of days later, I was in south FL and headed over to Club Fort Lauderdale. This club unfortunately has a lot of posing and not that much action for anyone of average looks (I'm 39 and in ok shape, but no twink stud) - however, I got lucky and someone shared some party favors which got me to plan a whole night of fun, I went o Slammers first, where I got piggy with anohter bottom in the dark room, licking his cummy cunt and talking about all the loads we were gonna take. I only got one in the dark room, but a few more in the group area on the back. I could just start sucking off guys who approached and soon enough each one flipped me and stuck their cock in me. This always gets me very verbal and they cant help but cum. As that was widing down (it was a wednesday) I went to the local club Ramrod, and got fucked in full view of everyone on their pool table. Lastly I went to clubhouse and cruised until I could a guy willing to give me a load in his room. Total count - 7 or 8 loads! New record! But then the real fun was to come Friday, at Slammers again, and it was PACKED. I got in early, and walked from one fucking are to another looking for cocks. No luck in the dark room, but in two other room my blowjobs led to fucking, and then other guys seeming me be such a slut and moaning and begging for loads would join in. I could feel my hole getting wetter and wetter, loads dripping down my legs and soaking my jock - and loved pushing out cum to use as lube for every new guy. I was just loving being a total pig! By 3 am I estimate about 20 cocks and 12 loads in my hungry slut hole! New record yet again, and total of over 25 for the week! Hottest time I had in ages, and next I really wanna do the hotel cumdump thing to get even more hot cum inside me.

This is my Cum Hole, leaking two loads I procured on his drive home one day after work. I use this pic on sniffies when I load him out anon.

Gorsuch, Kavanaugh, and Coney-Barrett who were all nominated by the last President were all asked under oath by the Senate their position on Roe v Wade. They all stated unequivocally that it was settled law and not up for reconsideration. There was nothing new in the case that was just decided that warranted overturning a 50-year-old precedent. They simply lied under oath, and are guilty of perjury.

This is one of the best threads!! lol, here is one of my favourites.

If HIV is a gun, then PrEP is a bulletproof vest. And the guy who wants to stay neg, but takes loads from complete strangers without asking their status, yet doesn't take PrEP would be like someone who wanders onto an active shooting range. Where HIV isn't like a gun is that it's less likely to kill. And PrEP is far more effective than a bulletproof vest - so that analogy isn't perfect either. When you have the ability to protect yourself and you refuse to use the protection while simultaneously putting yourself at significant risk - IMHO, the only person who is at fault is the neg guy. Simply put - in scenarios like that YOU are the only one who is responsible for your health. Since PrEP offers very close to 100% protection, I fail to see how the toxic poz guy could be "unethical" for blowing his load up neg asses. He won't actually infect anyone unless they're actively or passively bug chasing. Now, if he's specifically targeting say closeted 18 year olds who are still living at home with parents watching their every move (and hence don't really have access to PrEP) - yeah - that's unethical. But cases like that aren't typical. But if he has some random, anonymous hookup in a park with the same kid - then I don't see that as unethical either. There are now three different types of PrEP, so there isn't even the argument of "well, the neg guy couldn't tolerate Truvada". If you want to stay neg and you're taking loads from strangers / people you don't know all that well - then you need to be on PrEP. If you opt not to take PrEP and you get pozzed - it's because of your action/inaction, not the action of the poz guy. All of that is a little off-topic - except to say I don't see it as unethical to stay off meds and be sexually active. But just like the neg guy should be responsible for his health - the poz guy should be responsible for his health and go on meds when it's time (CD4 <= 500, if not sooner).

I was walking down the street one night when an acquaintance took my hand and dragged me into a sex club - it was my first time; I knew he was positive but that was neither here nor there. Like the OP there was lots of cruising but eventually I ended up in the dark room and someone was bent over a bench (or a ledge - it was dark and I've never seen the room lit), I was very horny by then and when my head grazed against a guy's lubed arse, he pushed back and I thought, "what the hell?" And so I fucked and came in him; happy customer 🙂

Got 3 loads from 3 different guys last night. First guy was a regular partner of mine who takes ages to cum but when he does it’s a torrent. He fucked his load into me in the spoon position. Next guy was older late 50’s who I have seen before but he’s not a regular. He fingered my hole and smeared it with some of the last guys cum then bent me over the kitchen worktop and pounded me until shot his spunk up my ass. I had never met the 3rd guy and I was disappointed to see such a small cock when he took it out. But one it got hard it was adequate and when he shot his spunk in me I could feel it so I knew it was an enormous load. When he pulled out I could feel some cum leak out of me and run down my leg. I love being a dirty cumdump and I loved the feeling of my ass being so full of spunk. This was the first time I’d ever taken more than 2 loads

I wrote an illustrated blog post on just this: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/making-devils-dick.html

So I start off this story with a hot Asian mixed 28yo messaging me on sniffles asking me if he can wear a condom. I said fuck year bring your own. He then adds that he has a buddy that lives near me and they will be at my place soon. Both are 27-28, 6’ 165lb, fit hot s as Ms aggressive fuckers. It was worth having them fuck me even if they wore condoms. Both were about 7 and 7 1/2 and I could hear them making out kissing as they took turns using my hole. Slapping and spreading my ass checks forcing my face down. The neighbors definitely heard my ass being slap. Then they asked me to flip on my back and started piston fucking my hole… I was in heaven. One of them started calling out, “fuck that fuck hole, breed that cunt..” making his buddy verge on coming. He pulls off the condom and starts Cumming on my hole. His buddy pulls off his condom and starts coming too. All this hot spunk on my daddy pussy was amazing and was a lot! I start playing with the cum and fingering it into my hole… I tasted it and it was like fresh man honey. Although I was going to call it a night, a bbc ask to fuck me and he lasted 30 mins… fucking me with his long bbc that had an amazing foreskin. He slid in with all the fresh cum in me and soon had it absorbed into me, he had to use more lube. He fucked me in several positions and kept asking if I was ok… I told him I most like an Asian bitch in heat, he can fuck me harder. After coming in me he needed to catch his breath, said I had amazing endurance. We chatted and hope to fuck again. The last fuck was 3am. He loved the fact I had s few loads in my pussy. 22 yo white boy, was fat and… a bit disgusting, not really hung but he owned my pussy and pushed his weight and dick all the way in. He didn’t have juice in him but enjoyed wrecking and smashing my hole and pressing my skinning Asian body to the bed with his weight. I felt violated and used… not in my usual power bottom control. He kept saying how loose my faggot cumdump hole was and demanded I squeeze so I felt tighter on his nasty dirty dick he was using. The fucker is only 22 and loves breaking, beating and using Asian cumdumps…. Especially those filled with cum, I bet his dick is nasty ….. he didn’t cum but it was hot being used last night. He wasn’t hung but A+ for verbsl command. I’m trying to get the 28yo to do me raw the next time.

This is so often overlooked by more "casual" voters. The downballot candidates are the ones CheetoHead is trying to use to corrupt the voting system. These local or State-level candidates are particularly important, and it may take some investigative work to determine which deserve our vote and which don't. Local school board members make very important decisions on educational materials. Secretaries of States can pervert the electoral results. YES, onlyraw: EVERY election is crucial. The ravening wolves are running loose, and only an informed and committed electorate can push them back into their dens of shame, misery and hatefulness. You can volunteer to do poll watching on election day. It turns out that across the South, many of the election-day poll workers are/were old Af/Am ladies who are afraid to do it now. Go to your local Registrar's office and volunteer. I would encourage all of you guys to do something. It's in your own best interest to give a little dough, give your time/talents, give whatever you can to hold back the tide of hatred that's forming juuuuust offshore. The first wave of it broke over us yesterday, and there are more destructive waves heading our way, just offshore. Take action, while there's still action to be taken - before it's too late.

What annoys me the most in porn, is when the actors aren't really into have sex. When they're looking bored or constantly looking behind the camera for cues. I also don't like fake-cum. You always can see the difference with the real deal. And I don't understand why the bottom always have to be clean after a top dumps his load all over him and the next top is about to cum.

First, glad to see you're back, my friend. Hopefully you were on vaca somewhere nice and summery !!! A gay nude beach with plenty of seaside bushes somewhere comes to mind ... Now. I thought it would take longer than just under 2 months (since the original post), but it hasn't. These hatemongers are on the march, there are millions of them, and the SCOTUS has just proven how determined these so-called "conservatives" are to preserve, protect, and defend the depravities they are so consumed by. Mr. Thomas, with his swollen false pride completely overtaking his twisted foul mind, has directly referenced US now. Do these "conservatives" think people will stop fucking? Who will raise all the babies forced into this maelstrom of the DisUnited States? Who will feed them? Who will care for them, when the rich, pale and powerful care only for their own miseries? These so-called conservatives are interested in conserving one thing, and one thing only: their institutionalized hatreds of 'the other', and history is littered with their despicable acts. These conservatives are all about increasing the Caucasian population, and diminishing every other group's presence in the United States. They think that this will eventually keep them (and their U.T.'s)* in power, and thus preserve and deepen their hatreds of anyone who doesn't measure down to their cultural depths. They will stop at nothing to accomplish this, and today was their first salvo in the coming struggles. They claim to value human life (which begins, they say, at the moment the breeding takes place), but the value only their positions of privilege. They couldn't care less how many "lesser" folks get mown down by weapons of war. They pervert the second amendment into an enabling artifice to kill those of us that don't live in their ivory towers. These people have also perverted the Universal Message of the one they claim to follow. Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, house the homeless, heal the sick. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Period. The rest is cultural garbage and inserted into ancient texts to support the advent of "New Covenant", subsequently rearranged to support the political agenda of the day. Do the research for yourself. Picking one shred of a quote out of the history of the ancient Hebrew people is all they need to grasp at**, and feel justified in our destruction. These are not people of intellect, these are people dedicated to perpetuating cultural hatreds. This is the historical curse of mankind since we crawled out of the caves. The odds are against us, but it is not impossible that we can defeat these dark forces. Take a stand, take action, join progressive groups, resist the tide of hatred. If not for others, then for yourself. We are under serious threat, and if we pull the ostrich routine, our heads will be under the sands of time when the last chance to save our Nation has already passed. Get involved. Take action. Keep fighting. Never give up. Now is the time to join hands with decent people, and do what we can to beat back these hatemongering cretins. NOW. *I can't bring myself to actually type it, but some of you will figure it out. ** the same, tired old phrase sourced in Leviticus

I started meds the same day as I tested poz. Went back about 4 weeks later and tested Undetectable. Have been that for 2 and half years now..

As a preference, I always try to taste a guy's cum, which means usually only the head is in my mouth when he cums. I have taken the full cock in my mouth on some occasions, especially if its a throat fuck. Like a few fellas, I love the taste, so swallow what I get! I enjoy the taste of piss in my mouth as I find it can blend with cum and leave a great taste. Ass to mouth and feltchin cum is also high on my enjoyment list!

met my polite trucker FB. He got me in his cab, and signaled for me to wait. HE came back 5 minutes later with his buddy (who has fucked me before) and signalled that he wanted a three-way. They got me on all fours and took turns spit roasting me. I was in hog heaven. They were so ENTHUSIASTIC. The all of a sudden, the buddy pulls out a bandana and wants to blindfold me. Went along with it. In short order he had me riding his cock He stopped and I could feel Mr. Polite trying to push his cock in as well. That was awfully advanced for him, but what the hell. What really surprised me was that I could hear them kissing. I really enjoyed it but what turned me most on as they were really into it . Seems liked that was their way of having sex together. They kept fucking me until they came and didn't pull out until they both went soft. Mr. Polite looked a bit sheepish and said "Thank you" as usual Kind of sweet, them showing their love for each other by using me as their cum dump

[This is Part Two of the story, "The Out-of-Towner." If you have not yet read it, start there before continuing.] Moderator's Note: I merged the two threads to keep the two parts together. Nearly a month had passed and I found myself checking the apps multiple times each day, searching for the anonymous out-of-town stranger who bred me with his poz cum. I had taken several OraQuick tests but all had - so far - come back negative. I found myself thinking more and more about that beautiful poz cock, how it split me open and pounded my hole and left me a soggy mess. That's not to say I had been celibate for the past month. Even the prospect of being poz gave me a new-found freedom and I found myself behaving like the wanton slut I've always wanted to be. Instead of going home and searching for cock on the apps, I would go to the local adult theater or to one of the several bookstores in my area. I had taken more cock in one month than I had in the entire previous year. But still, I continued to check the apps searching for that one specific profile. I ached to be filled the way my out-of-towner had filled me. It happened on a Wednesday. I was in one of the more popular bookstores, bent over the back of a couch in their public area. My lips were wrapped around a big black cock that stood in front of me while a twentysomething guy pounded me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips so hard I could feel his nails digging into me through the fog of poppers and pleasure. At last the twentysomething gasped and unloaded deep inside me. "My turn," said the big black cock in my mouth. He stepped around the couch and in one fluid motion slid balls deep inside me. He had obviously enjoyed my mouth because after just a few thrusts, I heard a grunt and the telltale pulse of his cock as he, too, unloaded deep in my guts. After cleaning his cock with my mouth - I found the taste of cum and ass intoxicating - I pulled up my pants and took my phone from my pocket. The bookstore was pretty quiet, with just a few other guys milling around looking for a cock to suck. I opened the apps and there it was - the message I had been waiting for. "Back in town," it read. "Come get some more poz cum." Without a moment's hesitation I responded. My hands trembled with excitement as I typed, "At the bookstore now. Same hotel? Room?" "Which bookstore?" was the reply. I gave him the name and address. "Stay there," he wrote. "I'll be there in 15 minutes. I'll let you know when I arrive and you're to bend over and be ready." "OK," I replied. I hadn't expected him to be mobile, but I'm big on public displays so I waited and watched the app. At last, he messaged that he'd arrived. "I'm in the public room," I responded. "Bend over the couch," he ordered. Quickly, I stood behind the couch and dropped my pants. The TV on the opposite wall showed two guys spit-roasting a third. There wasn't a condom in sight. I took a couple of hits from my brown bottle as I heard the turnstile at the entrance. Not once, not twice, but three times. Was that him? Did he bring others? I was tempted to look but forced myself to concentrate on the video that was playing. It didn't take long before I felt a hand on my ass. "See, what did I tell you?" said a voice. His voice. I heard a few grunts of agreement and more hands on my ass. Then, a finger slipped inside me. "He's pre-loaded," my out-of-towner told his friends. "This is gonna be fun." Then, to me he asked, "You test positive yet, slut?" "No not yet," I replied. The finger in my hole became two, then three. My hole twitched with pleasure, squeezing them as they slid in and out. "I brought some friends," he said. "They're here to make sure you get knocked up tonight if you aren't already." My breath caught in my throat as I heard those words. I took a few more hits from my brown bottle and as I did so, became vaguely aware that some of the other guys who had been milling around the bookstore were now standing around and watching. I felt a mild pressure on my hole and then once again the sharp sting of a toothbrush inside me. The sensation lasted only a few moments before it was withdrawn. "We're pozzing this slut tonight," my out-of-towner announced to the audience. "After tonight, his hole will be toxic." A few guys turned and left the public room at this, but the others - I counted four or five - leaned in a little more to watch. At last the fingers withdrew. One of the friends stepped behind me and I felt the tip of his cock press on my hole. The click of a lube bottle, then a cool stream of liquid ran down my crack. He massaged my hole with his cock, spreading the lube around. Then I felt the head slip inside. A steady pressure and soon he was buried to the hilt, his thighs pressing against my ass as he dug in as deep as he could. His cock hit my prostate and the precum started to flow, dripping from my cock not only onto the floor but also my pants, which I had simply dropped around my ankles. The first guy pounded hard, ramming that cock into me over and over. The precum flowed freely as I steadied myself against this assault. I tried to stay quiet since we were in a public place, but I wasn't able to fully stifle the moans of pleasure escaping my lips. That only spurred him on more. His grasp on my hips tightened and his thrusts took on a frantic pace, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass reverberating around the room. Then his thrusts stopped, his cock buried deep inside me. I heard him gasp and, as I clenched my hole around his shaft, I felt him pulse over and over as he emptied his balls. At last his grasp relaxed, and after a few more orgasmic pulses he slid out of my hole. Immediately I felt a wetness running down my legs. He shifted around to the side and grabbed my head, forcing his half-stiff cock into my mouth for the customary cleaning. The taste of blood mixing with that of the other juices was heavenly! Then I noticed the biohazard tattoo just to the left of his cock, and I felt a huge drop of my own precum drip from my cock onto the floor below me. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Amazing." "Told you," I heard my out-of-towner reply. "OK, you're up." The next guy took his place behind me, pushing into my ass in one motion as the previous guy had done. This cock was a bit bigger, though not as large as the out-of-towner's. His pace was more measured, taking his time to enjoy my hole with now three loads inside. His hips swayed from side to side as he worked his shaft in and out of my hole, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. With one hand flat on my back, he grabbed my left hip with the other and increased the speed and force with which he fucked me, once again hitting my prostate just right and sending even more of my precum onto the floor below. It was even harder to keep quiet with his cock in my ass, and I finally decided that I didn't care. I let the moans flow as freely as the precum. It didn't take long before he, too, picked up his pace. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he announced to the room. "This guy has a viral load over a million," said the out-of-towner. "He's gonna get you good and pregnant." "Gaaaaaah," exclaimed the top in my hole as he began to pump his load into me. "Fuuuuuuuuuck!" He collapsed onto my back for a moment, his rapid breathing warming my skin. He was soaked in sweat, as was I. After a moment he stood up and like the first guy, stepped around the couch to feed me his cock. No sooner had he vacated the spot behind me than the out-of-towner stepped in. Before the second guy's cock was even in my mouth he was balls-deep inside me, stirring the toxic brew his friends had already deposited in my hole. I took a couple of hits from my brown bottle, but by then I was stretched so wide that he slid in with relative ease. The second guy's now-softening cock entered my mouth and the flavor of ass and blood and four different loads of cum momentarily took my focus away from how good the cock in my ass was feeling. I had the presence of mind to check for a tattoo but did not see one near his groin. As I looked up, though, I spied the biohazard symbol tattooed around his left nipple. HOT! The second cock was removed from my mouth and once again all my attention turned to the huge cock in my ass. Just like last time he was pounding me, so hard that the couch slid forward several inches and I had to shift my feet to keep from falling over. He followed me in stride, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusts as he worked to plant yet another toxic load in my well-used hole. "Fuck yeah, take that poz cock!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "You're never gonna know whose baby you're carrying, slut." The dirty talk once again struck just the right chord, and before long I was shooting a huge load of cum all over the back of the couch and onto the floor. My ass clenched and unclenched around his cock as my load shot out, which must have been just the thing he needed. "Here it comes! Get ready for this poz load!" He rammed his cock deep and for the fifth time tonight, I felt his cock jump inside me as he shot his load into my guts. It took a while for the pulses to subside, but at last he was spent. He slid out of my hole and, like the others, offered me his cock to clean off. The toxic brew on his cock looked more red than the others had and I gobbled it down greedily, taking him in my throat all the way to the root to make sure I cleaned off every last drop. As I slowly regained my senses and became aware of the room around me, I saw that his two friends had already dressed and had joined the other guys who had watched the entire time. As the out-of-towner stepped back, one of the guys in the audience moved forward. "Not so fast," the out-of-towner growled. Once again, I felt the pressure of a plug against my hole and once again, it opened eagerly to accept the plug and then clenched around the base to ensure none of the poz loads inside me leaked out. "But I wanted a taste," the audience member protested. "Too bad, those loads are all for him," replied the out-of-towner. With that, the small group dispersed. The out-of-towner's friends waited for him to pull up his pants and straighten his shirt, then they too turned toward the exit. The out-of-towner paused for a moment and slapped me on my still-bare ass. "Not sure if I'll ever get back this way again, but if I do, you'll hear from me." With that, he turned and walked over to the exit where his friends were waiting. The door beside the turnstile opened, and they were gone into the night. This time, I held off on testing myself for three and a half months. I didn't want to know which of the three had knocked me up, or whether it happened my first time with the out-of-towner or when the three of them bred me at the bookstore. Finally, one day on my way home from work I stopped and picked up an OraQuick test. After waiting the 20 minutes as instructed I looked - and there, in all its glory, was the second line. I was knocked up. I went to the gay and lesbian health clinic a few days later and they confirmed the good news. I don't know if I'll see the out-of-towner again, but even if I don't, now I have something to remember him by.

I left home once I’d done my A-Levels, six weeks after my 18th birthday in 1978. I couldn’t wait to get out of the village I grew up in where everyone knew you and what you got up to. I knew I was gay, but in late 70s England that wasn’t something you advertised in a rural community. I’d got a job at the holiday camp just outside the nearest city. It was on the south coast and I was going to the university there in October. I arrived with just the left overs from my school uniform to wear – black polyester trousers, a little too tight, light blue shirts and black jumpers, coupled with a home-cut ‘pudding-bowl’ hair, and a somewhat gangly frame. I started sucking cock the day I arrived. My chalet mate knew I was gay as soon as he set eyes on me, and within three weeks I was on my knees for a lot of the staff, and even some camp guests. But now that was over. University was starting and I resolved to put the summer behind me and get on with my life. Adrian was gone – I hoped I never saw him again. My parents dropped me at the Halls of Residence Sunday afternoon and I was so relieved when they left. I had a solo room since they were topping up my grant (my dad owns an engineering factory.) Then it was a week of paperwork and signing up for courses and getting IDs. The second week, Wednesday, I went to the GaySoc. There was a postgrad who gave us a lecture about the law and being discreet and safe, and ‘gay-bashers’ and the pressures on campus YAWN YAWN Some of us went to the Student Union after for drinks, and for some reason I told them about my summer of cocksucking. I blame the beer. The guy next to me, Keith, leaned over and asked, “Did anyone suck your cock?” I looked at him a bit shocked, “Er, no.” “We’d better fix that, then.” he smiled. About half an hour later, we closed the door on his shared room in halls. He was the floor under mine, and said his room mate wouldn’t be back before the bar closed. He waved at a chair and I sat as he knelt in front of me and rubbed my thighs. Soon he had opened my fly and pulled my cock and balls out. I lay back and enjoyed him licking and sucking me until I started panting and sat up. He looked me straight in the eyes and choked me down before pulling up and sucking hard. I pumped and pumped until my spunk was dripping out of his nose and he was forced to swallow. Then he pulled off and came up to kiss me, sharing my load with me. I saw, then felt, he’d been wanking and lifted him higher to get his cock in my mouth and descended on him. He was similar to me – about 6” uncut, and fairly slim. I took him straight into my throat and when he started cumming I pulled away a little to take his cum in my mouth, then away so he sprayed my face. We eventually fell on the bed kissing and sharing his cum. Next day, I was in the library sorting out my ID when a guy came up close behind me. I turned, it was Adrian. A cannon ball sank in my belly. “Well, hello fuck boy,” he whispered in my ear, then stood away when the librarian looked up and handed me my ID. I made a hasty exit and leant against the wall outside catching my breath. A few minutes later, he came past and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me to the stairs. He hauled me into the basement toilets and pushed me to the floor then pushed down his tracksuit bottoms and flopped out his cock. “Suck.” I made to leave, but he slapped me down. “Do your thing, cocksucker.” I leant forward and took him in my mouth. I wanted this to be over quickly so worked hard on his shaft, and in only five minutes he pulsed in my throat and I held him close so I didn’t have to taste his cum. Soon, he pulled away, put himself away and left. I sat there for several minutes before heading back to the halls. I don’t know how long I’d been sitting in the common room staring into space before Keith sat across from me. There must have been a ‘look’ on my face, since when I looked up he said “Fuck, Adam, what’s up?” All I could do was shake my head. “Come on, do you want to talk about it?” I knew if I tried to speak I’d burst into tears, so I just sort of coughed and nodded. “Look, my room mate is in, but we can go to yours if you like.” I croaked out an “OK.” and we went up to my room. “A single, eh?” He said, looking around. “Yeah, my dad tops up my grant.” I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. Keith sat next to me with his arm round my shoulders and I finally started to cry. Through sniffles, I told him about Adrian forcing himself on me, and then confronting me in the toilets. “He raped you, man. You’ve gotta report him.” “How can I? They’d just blame me too. You know what it’s like.” He hugged me tight. “It hurt so much, and when I thought I’d done with it there he is – HERE – I can’t escape from him. What am I gonna do?” He let go and wiped the tears off my cheeks. “Look, I know some guys who might be able to help. At least warn him off…” I looked at him for a while, and when I didn’t say anything he said, “Well, just come with me to the club I go to sometimes. At least we can have a night out, and you definitely won’t see him there. So it was that Friday night we walked down to the Old Town and had a drink in an almost deserted tourist pub before Keith led me down a back alley to a door at the bottom of some stone steps. He rang a buzzer and the door was opened by a large, rough looking guy you really wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. “OK, boys?” he asked. “Hi,” said Keith, “I’ve been before.” He showed some kind of membership card. “This is my guest, Adam.” The doorman stood aside and let us in. I had to sign and get a card, then he opened an inner door and we went in to the bar. It was quite dark, and there were about a dozen guys there. Keith got us drinks and led me to a booth in the corner. There were three guys sat there – a skinhead, a punk and a guy in a tracksuit. The punk looked up as we approached and Keith said “Hi, Loz, this is my friend Adam.” Loz shuffled along the bench and Keith ushered me to sit down, sliding in after me. “Adam, this is Loz, Boots,” he nodded at the skinhead, “and Rat.” A nod at tracksuit guy. “This is Adam. He’s had a run in with a guy he used to work with.” I was gobsmacked – he just came straight out with it. I stumbled through the story – telling them about all the cocksucking and Adrian. “I suppose it was my fault, really. I led him on all summer.” Rat slapped the table so hard our glasses jumped. “NO! He roughed you up and forced you.” “Yeah,” I sighed and nodded. “Does it always hurt like that, though.” Boots sniggered and Loz kicked him under the table. “Sorry.” Rat leant forward, “Doesn’t have to. You didn’t get any warm up or preparation, and you don’t know how to relax for it. This one,” he elbowed Boots, “quite likes it like that sometimes, but it’s different when you want it like that. Me? I like to take it slow and easy.” “Most of the time.” Loz smirked. “Look, you’re new to all this. It takes practice and a good teacher to show you the ropes.” Rat raised his arm like he was in school, “I volunteer!” And we all laughed. I was feeling relaxed in a way I wouldn’t have expected. Not with these guys I’d usually avoid in the street. Loz, a 6’ plus punk with a 6” black mohican on his head, and black jeans and shirt covered in zips, chains and studs. Boots, about my 5”11’, skinhead in polo shirt, bleachers and braces with what my mum would call ‘Bovver Boots’. He has sharp defined features and piercing ice-blue eyes. Looking at him, I felt a bit dizzy for a second and had an urge to slide under the table and suck him off right there. Rat was older, 30s probably, and short but muscular. He seemed a bit out of place in track suit and trainers. The conversation turned to other things, and we were on our third pints when Keith decided to leave. “See you at GaySoc?” He leant down and kissed me, waved at the other, and left. I was feeling really comfortable with these guys, and asked what Rat had meant about warm up and preparation. “Well, first there’s douching, to make sure you’re clean. And then you gotta get your arse relaxed. Best way is getting rimmed.” “What?” “Getting your arse licked and sucked. Rat’s a master at eating arse.” Boots was grinning. “I’ll teach you, if you want. No pressure or expectations.” Rat said. “Well, I, er…” I reflexively licked my lips. “You want to suck Boots’ cock.” Loz winked at me. I nodded, a little sheepishly. Boots grinned at me and downed the rest of his pint, “C’mon then.” We all shuffled out of the booth, Loz went to talk to the bar staff, Boots and Rat led me to a private door and up to the top floor of the building. As we got to each floor, Rat said, “The shops are off this landing… Me and Boots’ bedrooms… That’s Loz’s room, and here’s the den.” We went into a large room with a door at the far end. Pointing, rat said, “Kitchen and bathroom.” There was old furniture spread around – sideboards and shelves along the walls and a threadbare rug in the centre with a sofa on each side and a padded turned wood armchair at each end. Boots had sat in the chair furthest from the entrance and started unlacing his boots while Rat disappeared to kitchen. I sat on one of the sofas close to Boots, and Rat returned with more bottles of beer. He kicked off his trainers and stripped to a pair of saggy Y-fronts before sitting opposite me. I looked at him open-mouthed. He was tightly muscled with almost no body hair, and his veins stood out on his arms and legs. “Don’t worry about him,” Loz said as he came in, “he’d go everywhere like that if he could.” He sat in the other chair and started unbuckling his boots. Rat had lit a spliff, and passed it to me. I took it but almost literally coughed my lungs up – I’d not even smoked a cigarette before so had no idea what I was doing. Actually, there was a lot of that tonight. Boots took the joint and sucked hard on it, then leaned over and kissed me, starting to breathe out into my mouth. Rat told me to breathe in, and when I did I didn’t cough. When I breathed out, my head was spinning a little. Boots went back to his laces and Rat came over, tapping me on the shoulder. “Lets get you douched.” He nodded to the door and I followed him through the kitchen to the bathroom.

Part 3: What Will Wants I checked the text message from Dominic to the apartment building I was parked outside of. It was a match. It was a nice building, proving that Dominic’s business must have been doing well if it allowed him to afford a place here. I rung his apartment number, waiting for a response. “Hello?” came a voice. “Hi,” I said, sounding like a kid trying to sell cookies. “It’s Pasto… I mean, It’s Will Ryder.” “Hey, Will. Right on time. I’ll buzz you up.” As I entered the elevator, I found myself feeling nervous. Was it my dream returning to mind? Was it the thought of beling alone with this man, this stranger? I tried to shake off my nerves. I knocked on Dominic’s door and waited, stepping back as it opened, and a nearly naked Dominic stood in front of me. His chest was bare with only a towel covering his lower half. I could now see all his tattoos and his hairy chest. I flashed back to the dream I had had, seeing him on top of me, feeling him inside of me, and I could instantly feel my cock starting to grow. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “I just got out of the shower when I buzzed you up. I haven’t been able to get dressed yet.” “That’s no problem,” I said, trying to collect myself. “I go to the gym. It’s not like anything I haven’t already seen.” “Glad to hear it,” he said, stepping aside and welcoming me in. “I’m about to start the steaks. There’s beer in the fridge. If you’d like some wine, I have some in the chiller beneath.” “I don’t drink,” I told him. “Really? Not at all?” I shook my head. “Well, there’s always water.” He told me, but I almost missed it as my eyes wandered down to his treasure trail where a tattoo was just hidden by his towel. “Is water okay?” he asked. “Yeah,” I told him. “Thanks.” “I’ll go and change and be right back,” he said, disappearing down a hall. I wandered around his apartment, noticing drawings on the walls of what I assumed were tattoo ideas. They were detailed and showed a lot of skill. “Do you like them?” Dominic asked, entering back into the apartment fully clothed. “They’re great,” I told him. “You’re really talented.” “Thanks. Do you have any tattoos?” I shook my head. “I almost did when I was in college, but I chickened out.” “Not a fan of needles?” “I just wasn’t sure about doing something that would be so permanent,” I told him. “Plus, what would I get that I know I’d want for the rest of my life?” “There’s always something,” he said. “You just haven’t found it yet.” I turned to him and found him smiling at me. He tilted his head and looked me over, waiting several seconds before saying, “I’ll get the steaks going. How you like your meat cooked?” “Well done.” I told him. He snickered. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “I’m just on the opposite end. I like it raw.” “Not too raw,” I told him. “That’s unhealthy.” “A bit,” he said, opening the fridge where he removed a packet of steaks and a bottle of beer. “It’s still better.” I’d never had a better steak in my life. We sat at his table talking, comparing our time at college. “I left after freshman year,” Dominic said. “School just wasn’t for me.” “College isn’t for everyone,” I told him. “Did you always want to be a pastor?” he asked. I waited a few seconds before saying, “Yeah. I did.” “That didn’t sound convincing,” I shrugged. “My dad is a pastor, so I always knew what I was going to do.” “But did you really want to be a pastor?” “I… I don’t know. I think so. I mean, I don’t have anything else I’m good at.” “I’m sure that’s not true,” he said. “Maybe there’s something you’re good at that you haven’t tried yet.” “Like what?” I asked. He took a sip of his beer, finishing the bottle. “I’m going to get another one. Are you sure you don’t want one?” “I’ve never had a beer,” I told him. “Well, now’s the time,” he said, taking out two beers. He took them to the counter and opened them. “Do you want a glass or just from the bottle?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Whatever you think, I guess.” He came back with two bottles and handed me one. I smelled it and cringed. “It’s like vinegar.” “You get used to the taste,” he said. I took a sip and cringed. “That’s really strong.” Dominic smiled. “Keep going. You’ll grow to like it.” I took another sip, finding it easier to drink but still bitter. “Are you dating anyone?” Dominic asked, taking another sip of his beer. I shook my head. “Not since college.” “Why not?” I took another drink of the beer, finding the taste growing on me. “It ended so badly that I didn’t want to get hurt again.” “That’s reasonable,” Dominic said. “What happened?” “She cheated on me,” I said. Dominic whistled. “That’s how it goes, isn’t it? They’re fucking someone else while they’re fucking you.” “Not exactly,” I said, drinking more beer. “What do you mean?” “We never…” I said, trailing off. “Never?” Dominic said. “Have you… have you ever fucked someone?” I shook my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. “How has someone that looks like you not fucked anyone?” “I’m waiting until marriage,” I told him. Dominic started laughing. “Are people still doing that?” “I want my first time to be with someone that I love,” I told him. “It’s special.” “Sex is sex,” he said. “It only carries weight if you want it to. I fucked a guy last night, and it didn’t mean anything.” I stopped drinking the beer, nearing the bottom. “You’re gay?” “I thought you knew that.” I shook my head. “Does it matter?” “No,” I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable having walked in on him as he stood in a towel. Now we were having dinner together. “Did you think this was a date?” I asked him. “No,” he said. He waited a moment before asking, “would it be awful if I had?” “I’m not gay,” I told him. “Not even bi?” “No,” I told him. “I’m straight.” “You could have fooled me,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. I was starting to feel the beer as my head swam. “I saw the way you looked at me when I opened the door.” “You were in a towel,” I reminded him. “You surprised me, that’s all.” “And all the other times you looked me over?” he asked. I sat quietly, looking down at my beer. How did he know? I’d never had a gay thought about anyone before, and the first time I do, he somehow knows about it? “I’m not judging you,” Dominic said. “I’m flattered. A hot guy like you staring at me is an honor.” “You think I’m hot?” Dominic nodded. “If it wasn’t for the whole, waiting until you’re married thing, I’d try to have you right here, right now. But, like you said, you’re not gay.” I sat quietly, thinking about my dream and everything Dominic had said about me. I’d never wondered if I was gay before. It never occurred to me that I could be. Not until I saw Dominic did I start to have these feelings, feelings I wasn’t able to understand fully. Maybe Dominic understood more than I knew. Maybe he could understand what I was feeling and why. My head swam as I tried to figure things out. I finished my beer. “How would I know?” I asked. “How would you know what?” “If I was gay,” I told him. “How would I know?” “It’s not that complicated,” he told me. “Have you ever thought about a guy in a sexual way? That’s a basic clue.” I stared at him for several moments until nodding. “Really?” he said. “Who?” I tried to take another drink of my beer, remembering that it was finished. “You,” I finally said. “Me?” Dominic said, the word hanging between us. “You thought about me?” “I had a dream,” I told him. “When was this?” “A week ago,” I said. “Tonight.” He smiled. “And what were we doing?” he asked, standing up and taking my empty bottle. He went to the fridge and grabbed more. “Do I really have to say it?” I asked him. “You know it was sexual.” “There’s a ton of things we could have been doing,” he said, handing me a bottle. “For my own gratification, I want to narrow it down.” “I shouldn’t be talking about this,” I told him. “This is wrong.” “And yet,” he said, nodding down to my crotch. I looked down and could see my pants starting to tent. I moved to cover myself, but I knew it was too late. Just thinking about telling him was making me hard. I could feel my heart starting to race, my skin feeling flushed. It was getting hot in the apartment. “We were having sex,” I told him. “What kind?” “I don’t know.” “You’ve got to have seen some porn,” he said. “Come on. What position were we in?” I racked my brain for the name. “Missionary.” “Missionary for the pastor,” Dominic said. “That’s fitting. Who was on top?” “What?” “You really don’t know anything, do you?” he said. “Who had a dick in their ass? Me or you?” I drank more of my beer, feeling hotter every second. “I did.” Dominic smiled. “You dreamt of me fucking you,” he said. “The day we met. You dreamt of me fucking your hole.” “Can you please stop saying that?” “How did it feel?” he asked. “It didn’t actually happen,” I reminded him. “But how do you remember thinking it felt? Did you think it felt good? Did you like it?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “I woke up before anything really happened.” His smile faded a bit. “What happened? Why did you wake up?” “I had a wet dream,” I said. “Sounds like your subconscious is trying to tell you something,” he said, standing up from his chair. “Sounds like, even on our first day of meeting, you knew you wanted me. That’s hot. You’re a man who knows what he wants.” “I don’t, though,” I stressed. “I don’t know what I want.” “Your dick says otherwise.” “It doesn’t mean anything,” I told him. “But it could,” he said. He came around the table and stood in front of me. With his crotch nearly eye level, I could see a bulge forming in his pants. Without realizing, I licked my lips. “I know how to know for sure whether or not you’re gay.” “And how’s that?” I asked. I must have been fuming as my body continued to feel as if I was overheating. “Kiss me,” he said. “What?” “Kiss me,” he repeated. “Kiss me, and if you don’t feel something, you can go home right now and forget all about me. I won’t see you again. I promise. But, if you do feel something, you have to see where it takes you. Deal?” My anger was rising, leading to a hasty decision. Whatever reasoning I normally had was gone. I stood up and faced him, Dominic puffing out his chest slightly. He wrapped a hand around me, pressing his palm to the small of my back. He pushed me toward him, his other hand reaching up to my face, feeling my stubble. Our eyes met, and all my anger subsided. He brought my face toward his, his mouth opening to receive mine. My eyes closed slightly, but my other senses were heightened as I felt his tongue enter my mouth, tasting me and me him. Our bodies were pressed against each other, our growing bulges rubbing. As we kissed, my dream was awoken, playing again in my mind. Now I could feel him against me for real. I could smell his skin. It was intoxicating. He leaned back and looked me in the eye. “So?” he said. “What did you think?” Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. I wanted to explore every part of him. I needed him closer to me. I needed him to bridge whatever gap existed between us. I needed him… inside me. “Fuck me,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “What did you say?” Dominic asked. “I said, fuck me,” I told him. “But we aren’t married,” he joked. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I stopped and thought about it, really considering what it was that I was asking him. A week ago, I would have thought I was crazy saying that I wanted this man, a near stranger, to fuck me. Now, it’s all I wanted. “Yes,” I told him. “I want you to fuck me.” Dominic smiled. “Alright,” he said. “But, if we do this, you have to listen to everything I say. Do you understand. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it. No matter what it is. That’s the deal. If you want me to fuck you, I’m in charge. Understand?” “I…” I started, finding a moment of uncertainty. “If you want this, there’s no going back,” he said. “You have to be sure.” I shook my head, a rush filling my mind. “Will,” Dominic said. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” I told him, wanting my clothes off that instant. “Then follow me,” he said, grabbing my arm and guiding me away from the table and down the hall. We passed a door on the right which was closed and then stopped at the room at the end where I could see his unmade bed. He led me inside and turned to me. “Last chance to leave,” he said. I shook my head and started to unbutton my shirt. Dominic smiled and then did the same, pulling off his shirt and revealing his hairy chest and sexy tattoos. With my shirt off, Dominic reached out and pulled me close to him, running his hands through my chest hair and pinching my nipples. I gasped, never feeling something this erotic in my entire life. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded. “I’ve just never…” “I keep forgetting you’re a virgin,” he said, smiling. He kissed my neck and then moved down to my chest, stopping at my nipple which he bit. “What are you—” “I said you need to do what I want you to do,” Dominic said. “This is a part of that. We’re going to do things tonight that will push you, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be converted. Is that what you want?” I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating. His chest hair curled over my fingers, as if his body was pulling me into him. “I want you,” I said. “I want it. I want everything.” He took my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. “You’ll get it,” he said. I smiled.

So I have one, maybe the last, update on this story. He told me that since he met me, he was cheerful again and that he felt like a teenager (is this a good or a bad thing I wonder). He felt naughty and in love at the same time. But he said that this won't turn well. He has a wife and two sons and that this is not the right thing to do. He also said that I'm a very talented young man and I should find someone at my age who can love me to the fullest. Oh he also said that this is the best for us and he does it because he's also thinking of me, not only himself. Pretty much he dumped me.. which has made me very sad. And now it's all clear for me, I am in love with that guy.

When I’m horny I spread my legs and hole for any hard cock that comes along - and to be honest when I spread my legs for a not-so-hot-guy it actually makes me more hard and slutty than when I’m with somebody hot and sexy. Two weeks ago I got fucked raw by a really ugly truckdriver - he was overweight, bad haircut, slightly dirty and smelly but he had a huge thick cock. He fucked me in his bunkbed behind the drivers seat and his bedsheets smelled of old cum and sweat … and I was so turned on that I came without even touching my dick halfway through the fuck. That made him even hornier and he fucked me hard and raw for 10 more minutes before he unloaded inside me while he told me how much cum he was going to pump inside my horny pussy. I think it is about being able to let completely go of all control and not feeling you have to look attractive or sexy because the guy you are with can not exactly be picky. So go for it guys - get bare-fucked by the ugly ones 😉

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.

“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.

Part 2 Tom looked like shit which was rare for him. "Look, I'm not going to live like this. You have a few options" I said. I had rehearsed this because I really didn't want to leave him. I came up with a few good options and one crazy one, which I told him calmly while he softly sobbed. In hindsight, it was one good option, one bad option, one selfish option and one crazy one. "One, we can walk away and give up on almost seven great years. Two, we can close our relationship back up. Or at least you can, since I like hooking up with other guys and haven't had any issues other than a few mediocre fucks. Three, you can go on PrEP so you can let anyone fuck you and not have to worry about getting infected with HIV. I think we can deal with the other curable ones and they come with having lots of partners. Or four, you can go get yourself pozzed up, go on meds and not have to worry about catching it again, like Dennis" I said. I took one more sip of the crappy Malbec and stood up, adding "Let me know what you decide" before I walked back to my hotel. "You told him what?!?!" Dennis exclaimed when I talked to him the next day. "Well, I could only come up with the one good idea and I don't like to give ultimatums. I don't want to leave him and only allowing me to play on the side is a selfish choice since I'm not going to give it up and he's proven he can't do it well. So... I basically told him to get on PrEP or we were done" I told Dennis. "Uh... you gave him a choice and based on how scared he is of losing you, he might take the easy way out. You told him it was ok, too, since it was one of the options you told him. I do know a couple guys that would pay good money to charge up a hot neg guy like him" Dennis said. The chuckle he made after his comment was a little disconcerting. "Nah, he wouldn't do that. But, you're doin ok, right?" I asked, just in case Tom did something crazy and chose my fourth option. "I'm fine. It's fun collecting as much toxic seed as I can and then have a neg guy stuff his dick in it. Uh... want to meet up Saturday at the Watering Hole?" he asked. "Yeah, sure. Nine ok?" I asked and he replied "Sounds good." A few of Dennis' comments had rattled me and I was thinking about them all night. -- "Got a minute" came the text the next afternoon. He called when I said "ok" and his attitude was very different. Tom was calm and serious. "I've been thinking about our meeting and your options. I think I can rule out number one, since I want to make this work. All of my freakouts have been because I'm scared of losing you. This past week has made it painfully clear that I need you in my life" Tom said. "I want to make it work too, but I'm not interested in the emotional rollercoaster we've been on" I replied. "Can I be honest with you? I mean, brutally honest?" Tom asked. "Of course" I replied. "I'm kind of turned on taking poz loads. The undetectable ones like Patrick and Dennis have don't do it for me any more. The thought of taking unmedicated ones with high viral loads just turns me on so much. I'm just afraid that if I get pozzed, you'll dump me" Tom said. "So you'd rather become a psycho bitch every couple months and make me dump you for that?" I asked. "I don't want to lose you for any reason" Tom told me. "Well, think about this. If you go through with it, it's a life long commitment. You shouldn't do it just for a wild fuck or ten, or just to make a hookup seem hotter. Talk to Patrick and find out what its really like, long term. PrEP is a much more sensible option" I said. Tom's bombshell wasn't nearly as much of a shock after the discussion I'd had with Dennis. Looking back, it kind of made sense, which meant he wasn't just making shit up to get back together or to shock me. A few hours later I was on my way over to Dennis' place. I needed to talk this whole thing out with him but I was also horny as fuck. When I got there, two guys were just leaving. I had seen both of them at the gym over the past few years. The black guy was thick and muscled and the Latino was about fifty pounds lighter with big arms, a classic vee leading down to an eight-pack. Both reeked of pot and giggled as they walked by, winking at me. Dennis was inside the doorway, wearing only a huge grin. The skunky aroma barely covered up the smell of fresh cum. He handed me a pipe and lighter and I took a hit of some really strong weed. The second hit was even longer and was exactly what I needed. The third I shotgunned into Dennis' mouth after letting my lungs soak up as much as they could. We ended up on the couch and I told him what Tom had said. I wasn't sure if he was just letting me talk through it or if he was too stoned to even hear my words. A ding came from his phone and he glanced at it to read the notification. He looked back at me, smiling, and said "I got a couple ideas, but first you're gonna have to give me what's trying to escape your jeans. That bulge is fuckin huge."

It Happened in the Bush - Part 2 by Hozzel June 2022 Ricky landed on Dean with a loud smack. He grabbed Dean's stiff prick and gobbled it straight into his eager mouth, making happy sounds like, "Nom, nom, nom." With white hot sexual energy he wriggled and writhed, moaned and groaned, sucked and licked and twisted and rubbed almost all at once. Surprised, Dean jerked and gasped at the sudden sparkling sensations shooting through his electrified nerves from his sensitive cockhead and stem and mauled balls. Well, Dean thought, forget foreplay and getting to know you. Damn the torpedoes, just fuck on! Which suited his erotic mood brilliantly. A great get-away afternoon had turned from awesome to fantabulous. "Woa, there, mate! Don't forget me!" Jim hauled his muscular body over Dean's, grabbed Ricky's super-stiff prong and began to pump fast. "Mmmm... Mmmm..." Dean felt Ricky's lips and tongue swirl and caress his exposed knob, a sensual gesture backed with eager lust. He felt his warm balls massaged then Ricky's middle finger snake beneath to his tight hole. His pleased body quivered at the quick, sudden invasion, not from pain but anticipation. Dean cringed as Ricky sucked hard and rapidly slipped his finger in and out of the hot, tight hole. He moaned, "Oh, yeah. That's..." Ricky pulled his dark-haired head up, gripped Dean's penis and began to wank furiously while also finger-fucking. "Come on," he hissed. "Get this fucker hard! I've waited too long for this!" Dean knew that urgent feeling all too well. For Ricky, being fucked was just as erotic, hot and satisfying sexually as jabbing his own cock into a welcome tight hole. The act of fucking itself had considerable emotional meaning to the young enthusastic man. Dean liked switching between being a keen huffing bottom and a pushy bucking top. From personal experience he could appreciate Ricky's huge sexual cravings. "Here," Jim said, climbing around on top of Dean's gasping chest, "Let me help, too." His shaved head descended and the two friends took turns with Dean out in the summer bush. They alternately licked and sucked while Jim continued to please Ricky at the same time. Erotic sensations almost overwhelmed. Two sets of lips, two teasing tongues, two sets of fingers explored his ripped stomach, sensitive penis and thick thighs. Little involuntary tremors shook through his thrilled body. Head spinning, he reached and brushed Jim's muscle-hard thigh then Ricky's fuzzy head. It all felt marvelous and his obedient cock began to feel heavy again. Pleased with their accomplishment, the men chuckled as it inflated in their hands and mouths. Dean felt that wonderful sexual power surge through his entire stimulated body. A seriously hard cock was one of the greatest feelings in the world, one he tried to maintain often. It could infuse his entire body with humming sexual strength. In Ricky's mouth that instrument swelled and stretched until the granite-solid erection screamed and swollen balls silently shouted. He grunted and thrust his hips up, driving the newly re-bloated head as far back as he could. Jim rolled away, laughing. "Think he's there, mate." Ricky leapt up then dropped onto his hands and knees next to Dean. "Come on! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" If his smile grew any wider, Dean thought, it would break his lovely face. He had never before seen such rampant enthusiasm. He heaved up, scooted behind the young man and placed his spread palms on the small fleshy globes of Ricky's tight ass cheeks, hot from the high summer sun. His penis felt huge and heavy now, ready to go for another scorching load. Could short, muscley Ricky Delgado take it? Dean abhorred pain and hurting Ricky was the last thing he wished to do. He ran his finger down the crack and nuzzled in until he touched the hot, damp tiny gateway. His finger slipped inside easily. Ricky hummed and pushed back, forcing Dean's finger deeper. He wriggled and could feel that walnut-sized center-of-immense-pleasure was swollen solid and sensitive-ready. When Dean pulled his finger out, Ricky complained, "Come on! Stick it in me!" "Got any lube?" Jim jumped up. "Hang on." He scrambled over to his clothes and fished out a small plastic tube. "Pays to be always prepared." "Hurry!" Ricky yelled. "I need it!" He was already rocking back and forth. Dean glanced down at Jim's shiny face as the man slicked his cock. Jim nodded, still grinning. Dean thought he seemed to enjoy watching his fuckbud getting it on with someone else. Jim said, "Dude, you're awfully hard. You could do someone serious damage with this weapon. My tingling ass still remembers!" Jim guided the swollen rod of blood-engorged muscle between Ricky's tightening cheeks and placed it against the puckered entrance. Dean took a shuddering breath. His heart fluttered. He grasped Ricky's swaying buttocks. Before he could push, Ricky lunged back. Dean's cock popped right in. He sank deep into ass-clutching heaven. His balls swung against Ricky's. His knob and length throbbed inside the hot snugness. Ricky literally sighed. "Fuck me loud, you feel even better than I dreamed!" "Thanks," Jim said sarcastically. "You're just as good, too." Jim rose next to Dean. He began to kiss the stunned man. Jim's thick lips felt divine as he fondled Dean's balls. Dean wrapped an arm around Jim and held him close while they tongue lashed each other. Kissing was always good. "Come on!" the young bottom insisted. He impatiently twerked then began to jerk forward and back causing Dean's hard pole to slip out and in. Dean released the dark man then slammed into Ricky hard several times. "There!" He placed his palms on the tops of Ricky's buttocks, pulled back then sawed more gently. "Wow," Ricky uttered. "Feels good. Faster." Ricky started driving back like a mad jackrabbit. Power flowed from the young man's strong frame and clenching anus into Dean's sensitive cock and through his quivering body. His heavy balls slapped Ricky's with every sharp jab. Jim crawled beneath and pleasured Ricky's penis with his mouth and fingers causing the young man to moan. "Fuck, this kid's fast!" Dean blurted. "I like to get right into it. And who're you callin' a kid?" Ricky spat. "I'm twenty." "Sorry. You're a great slut! Worth every second." And, thought Dean, deserving a lot of respect. He would use that word as it was meant to be used, in a good way to describe a great person. "Too right I am a slut! And proud of it! Oh... Ooh... I'm going... going to... Oh... Fuuuuuck I'm cumming!" Triggered by excitement and swift stimulation, a burst of shocking pleasure exploded like a cracker inside Ricky causing his entire body to cringe tight. He cried out and gulped precious air. Sweat broke out like a thousand tiny orange spots across Ricky's back and shoulders. He shook and firmly rammed himself back onto Dean's rod over and over, almost as if he was driving the fuck. Beneath his tense stomach, inside Jim's sucking mouth, his tight cock bobbed and pulsed, veins visible as the power muscle squeezed. He yelled something Dean couldn't make out and smashed back driving the penetrating cock as far into his ass as possible. As Dean continued to slam into his partner he started yelling further encouragement. "Fuck, I'm gunna jizz you! Fuck, I'm gunna so fill your cunt! Uh... uh... uh... Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Dean vaguely heard from Jim beneath, "That's it, boy, smash it into him. Feel it! Feel it big! Make him come again so I can taste it, and then fill him full of your boiling cum. Make him yours!" Dean punched his incredibly stiff cock into Ricky hard. His fingers clawed Ricky's butt and clenched hard. Wham! Wham! Wham! The sex crazed man powered deep and rough, sawing in and out for his own pleasure, now unheeding anything else. His entire body tingled, and the tingling built into a mighty heaving mass of potent fuck-meat driven by toned strong muscle. He smashed deep. He leaned and wrapped his arms around Ricky's body and squeezed. On and on he hammered the young man, feeling his potent cock savage in and out. Almost gasping for enough air, powerful sensations raced through his singing nerves, spanking his body into jerking spasms. Hot jizz boiled from his tight balls up the throbbing stem and burst out the tip of his swollen sensitive pulsing glans buried deep inside the tight clasping tunnel in which he was firmly embedded. He fired and shrieked loud and pushed while his cock blasted gallons of thick sizzling spermy goo. Pulse after jabbing pulse, shot after powerful shot, pumped deep into Ricky's guts, filling, overflowing. Dean's body shook in a shattering orgasm, stronger than before, strong, sharp, fierce. Ricky's ass spasmed again at that moment, tripling the height of their paired orgasms. Together, the fucking pair cascaded convulsing feelings over and over as Dean squirted every drop into the small huffing muscular ball of sexual energy. Ricky yelled again and his cock shot as well. Quick blasts made Jim splutter, gooey strings lined his cheeks. He quickly sucked the spasming prong of its remaining fuel. Panting heavily, Dean relaxed and fucked a few more strokes while he pushed out the last of his cum, then fell away onto his back, gasping huge thankful lungfuls. He felt so great he started laughing. His knees bent, legs kicked and his curled hands shook. Ricky and Jim fell and rolled, too, laughing with him. "That was ... fucking ... awesome!" Ricky proclaimed. He rolled onto his back. Gulping more air and finally calming, Dean's hand flopped onto Ricky's chest, then he reached down and touched Ricky's wet cock. Still hard, dripping, throbbing, it felt wonderful in Dean's gently sliding fingertips. Ricky flinched from sensitivity but did not pull away. "You okay?" said Dean. "Great! Bareback is the only way to fly!" "I mean, how do you feel? Both of you? Are we all good?" Dean looked at Jim and they both chuckled. Jim gestured. Dean rolled up and over, took Ricky's cock into his thankful mouth and began to lick him clean. "Thank you. This has been more than a dream come true. I'm really sorry I didn't pick up your signals at the gym," he said. "I have been wanting to dick you really bad for weeks now." "Me, too," Ricky sighed. "I got hard for you in the shower! I thought that might have been a big message." "Yeah, almost did, but I can be too cautious. Next time, I promise I'll fuck you for sure." Dean raised his head and chuckled. He stared down at Ricky's slowly softening pole then over at Jim. "That okay? I'm not intruding if Ricky and I ..." Jim chortled. "Hey, we fuck whoever we want. Remember, I fucked you first." "I don't want to spoil your special weekend." "You've added to it, mate." "Ricky, I love your enthusiasm." "Can't get fucked enough," Ricky said. He reached over and slid his fingertips lovingly along Jim's cheek. "That's nothin'," Jim commented. He sucked Ricky's finger for a moment then stood up. His long penis hung invitingly between muscular thighs. Dean reached up and slid his fingers along the length, trying to send Jim a warm signal. Jim said, "His brother is a major rootrat. Look, the Sun's getting low. How about we head back and get some tucker?" "Good with me." Dean stood and reached for his clothes. "Hey!" Ricky said. His prong had finally started to wilt. "How about the three of us sleep together?" "You're as bad as your bro," Jim said. "I was hoping to have your warm little bod curled next to mine tonight so I can root you whenever I get hard, and I plan on doing that a lot. I'll be ready again soon." Dean made a decision, shrugged and rolled up the blanket. "My small tent might be a bit too cozy for the three of us. Where's your camp?" "East campsite." "Damn. I'm at the west site. Not close." Jim and Ricky, hand in hand, headed back along the trail followed by a pondering Dean. Half way down they came to a fork where the trail branched to the separate campsites. Ricky said hopefully, "Maybe we can come around in the morning?" "That'd be a great breakky," Dean replied. "Jim, you right with that?" He nodded. "Sounds like a plan. A morning threeway after a night of carnal sin." He patted Ricky's bum. "Although my man, here, might be a tad bit worn out." "No fuckin' way!" "See you then, maybe," said Dean. This was their special weekend and he did not want to offend Jim, who he realized could become a great occasional fuckbuddy, too. He smiled, nodded at Jim who shook his head but grinned. He understood young Ricky Delgado's exuberant needs all too well. ### A/N: What happens next? Stay tuned for part 3, cumming soon. Did this little story do anything for you? To you? Don't hesitate to write me.

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

I've whored out at Sansom many many times. Can't wait to go back there soon.

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

I was at the gym late and there were a few other people there. About half way through my workout when I noticed a slim and lean Latino guy approaching from the other side of the gym. He was wearing a gray tank top and black sweatpants. He had a nice muscle definition and his dick print was perfectly outlined. His sweats were wrapping around it basically so watching him walk over I couldn’t help but stare. I love a hot print on a sexy guy. We made brief eye contact once he got closer but no words were exchanged. He began doing curls a couple feet away from me so I got to check him out in the mirror. Watching his muscles flex and getting to enjoy that print. After a few min he dropped his weights and walked over and asked me why my deal is cause I’ve been staring at his dick since he came in. I told him like bro you literally advertising that dick can’t blame me. He asked me if I can keep my mouth shut about it? Told him I won’t tell no one. We went to the tanning room and locked the door. He took off his shirt exposing his lean and muscular body. I pulled down his sweats to finally see that sexy dick. I immediately grabbed it and started to jerk it and suck it as he leaned back against the tanning bed. I felt his dick get bigger and harder. A couple gulps later and his dick was a solid 8.5 and completely covered in my saliva. He told me to lay down on the floor and spread my legs. I covered the floor with our clothes and I did as instructed. He got between my legs and pressed his dick against my hole. Leaned over and pushed his dick head inside me and slowly slid deeper inch by inch inside me. I started feeling up his abs as he began to pump my ass with his dick . He started fucking me faster and harder. He pulled out and told me to flip on my stomach. He pushed back in me and began to pound my ass even harder. Pulled my hips up and pushed my head down and began giving me deep hard back shots. He told me to get up and ride him. I got up straddled him and began to ride him taking that rock hard dick balls deep every time. When he told me he was gonna cum I grabbed his shoulders and began riding him faster pushing down as hard as I could. I felt his dick start to throb inside me and his abs flexing as he moaned out that he was cumming inside me. I rode his dick for a few minutes to make sure I take even the last drop of his cum before I slowly pulled off his dick. He said damn I definitely will be needing that ass again soon. Told him he can breed me anytime. He got dressed and walked out. I soon followed and left the gym.

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When people ask "How old was the oldest person you've ever had sex with" I usually win the prize when I say "82." Yeah, I let an 82 year old man fuck his load into me, and I was 28 at the time. This was several years back-- back in the day before manhunt and bbrt, etc. This was when everything was done by AOL chat rooms. Well, I was chatting in a local gay chatroom, and started talking with a guy who lived a couple miles from me. He had terrible spelling and syntax, but I forgave that because he talked very dirty about things he wanted to do. He didn't have any pics to share, but said he had tons of porn on VHS and that he liked to fuck boys raw with his thick, 8.5" uncut cock. He said I wouldn't be disappointed and that I should cum over. Well, the man had me at uncut and 8.5, but this was back when safe sex was a real focus, so I wasn't so sure about the raw part. But I agreed to head over to his place, regardless. With no picture-- AND I'd forgotten to ask about his age and other physical stats. Well, needless to say I was a bit shocked when he answered the door. Standing in front of me was a thin, slightly stooped, white haired old man with liver spots, standing in boxers and a t-shirt. Instantly I wondered if I had the wrong house by accident, but I didn't. He invited me in. I thought about turning around and saying no, but I didn't. I stepped inside, thinking I could be nice for a few minutes then back out. Boy am I glad I decided to go in! The house was a time capsule-- shag carpet and panelling, knickknacks and pictures everywhere, pictures of his kids... and grand kids. And, as it turns out, his late wife. He saw me studying all the photos while I was stalling for time. "Yup, this is my family. I was married for 51 years, but the whole time I knew I liked men. I played around a bit when I was in the Navy, back in the day, but getting married and having a family was just something that you did," he explained. He also told me his computer was a gift from his eldest son, and that he had some younger friends show him how to use it and find chat rooms, etc. "Boy, it's really been a godsend. It has helped me get laid without having to drive anywhere!" I asked him then how old he was. "I'm 81, actually. Is that a problem?" He looked concerned. "Because it has been for some guys, but trust me, everything still functions like I was 18." I was in the spider's parlor; how could I say no at this point? Then he led me to the family room, where the tv was playing raunchy, hardcore bareback porn. We're talking twink boys getting fisted and gang banged. Definitely a shocker. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable," he suggested. "You want anything to drink?" I told him I was fine, and sat down on the scratchy, plaid furniture. He sat down in a chair, and pulled out his cock through the fly of his boxers. Sure enough, he'd told the truth about his cock. It was meaty, and thick, with foreskin that spilled completely over his head. I found myself getting aroused in spite of myself. He starts stroking his cock and it slowly started getting hard. "You like what you see, boy? Maybe you should come over here and suck it for me." I do love me some foreskin, so I obliged by sucking his thick meat and playing with all that luscious foreskin, chewing and nibbling it, running my tongue between it and the head of his cock. He moaned in appreciation while his gnarled fingers gripped the back of my head. In no time he was hard and oozing a bit of precum. And FUCK it was a nice cock-- it really was at least 8, with a big purple helmet. "You ready to have that ass fucked, boy? I haven't cum in two weeks and I need to empty my balls inside a hole!" He'd obviously been watching a LOT of porn, or just always had a filthy mouth from his sailor days. I told him to go easy on my ass with his big ol' cock, but I did want his load in my ass. I stripped, lubed up my ass with his KY and assumed the position on all fours in front of the porn. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I asked. "Heck, boy... what you think I got? I was married for 51 years... and celibate for about 40 of 'em! I'm looking to fuck you like the boy on the video." The twink on the video (maybe he was 18... but he looked MUCH younger) was getting spit roasted by two, mustachioed, hairy daddy types. I had to admit it was pretty damn hot. Unfortunately, this was back in the day before I knew about poppers. Which was extra unfortunate because Gramps evidently still thought assholes were as easy to fuck as pussies. He positioned his shiny, purple head at my hole... and shoved inside. I'm pretty sure I screamed. He didn't seem to care much. "C'mon, boy-- your pussy-hole can take my cock. I'm already inside, so just relax. And don't worry-- It won't take me long to cum, either." Then he fucked me. Thank GOD he was uncut, because all that skin helped with the sliding action in and out of my butthole. I never could relax enough to where it felt good, but I sure as hell felt FULL. He had one of the biggest cocks I'd taken at that time in my life, and I was just amazed that it was inside me... and without a condom! I'd only ever allowed boyfriends fuck me uncovered before. His bony hands clawed at my hips as he pounded and thrust into my ass. He probably kept this up for a solid ten minutes, then he sped up and his thrusts got real short. "Here I cum, boy! Aaaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" he yelled. I knew if the windows had been open his neighbors would have heard him blow his load in my ass. I must admit I was fairly turned on by the thought that this granddad was pumping me full of his sperm. I could feel his thick cock jerking in my guts and I knew I was getting quite a two-week supply. He collapsed, panting and wheezing onto my back, while his thick meat still shuddered deep in my butt. Eventually he pulled slowly out of my still clenched asshole. "Thanks for helping an old man out, I really needed that!" He then asked if I would cum for him. He sat in his chair and had me stand up and jack off in front of his face. When I got close, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue toward my dick... so I let him have it. My first shot hit is forehead and dripped down his nose, the rest went into his mouth and on his tongue. He swallowed it all. I ended up going back to his place several more times. The last time we fucked was to celebrate his 82nd birthday. I moved away shortly after that and never saw him again, but to this day, he's still the oldest guy to breed my hole.

Thank You very much.

Once the paramedic's show up they see I'm in bad shape and put me in the ambulance and off to the emergency room. Once they there they examine me, the doctor ask me questions. Do you take drugs and what kind? Yes, Meth, GHB, How do you take Meth? With needles in my arms as he look at them, also Meth in my ass. Do I have unprotected sex with men and how many? Yes, I really don't have any idea, then he tells me to turn over and wants to look at my ass hole. The doctor says it looks like you have been raped as your hole has been really abused so I'm wording a full STD run on you. The nurse comes and does a general check up. Tempture 103 Body weight 90 LBS Hight 5ft 7. Body shows signs of abuse and malnutrition. They give me some meds but not the kind I really want as they are to help with the fever. When the Doctor comes back, you are a very sick boy as to have HIV with a VL of 90,000 along with gonorrhea, syphilis. We can treat the gonorrhea & syphilis but not the HIV as you will be POZ the rest of your life, but you can become undetectable in time with meds. I'm at the hospital for a week as the fever has broke and I'm feeling better as they send me to a clinic to be treated for the HIV. I need a place to live and a job and the clinic helps me find a room that I will share with 3 others and a job washing dishes at a restaurant near by. The 3 men I'm sharing the room with are over 30 and are on meds like I am now. I go to the restaurant and the owner shoes me what I'm going to be doing. After a month I see I don't have much money left to do anything but work, eat sleep and pay taxes. Washing dishes is a dirty job and when I get home all the hot water is gone, so I take a clod shower which I hate doing. Then one day I see a post that says there is a bathhouse near by, so I go over and when I enter I see it's $10 to enter. I can't afford this so as I turn around the attendant calls me over and ask how old am I and I say 18. This bathhouse is free for those under 25, so here is your towel some lube and this way to the showers. I look on the wall and the rules say NO CONDOMS ALLOWED clean up after your self and HAVE FUN. I put my clothes in a locker take my towel and enter the shower area, in the corner is a man on his knees drink another mans piss as the warm water runs over my body as my dick is getting hard. I say to my self I came here for a warm shower but maybe I should walk around?

My life he is getting needles in my arm with that warm rush of Tina going through me, getting fuck in the ass and mouth. I like the taste of cum and at first when I saw pink cum after a load was deposit in my ass I was scared but that does not happen any more. I feel on a dick going in and out is so pleasurable and the moans of the one fucking me excites me, but with this chastity cage I can't touch my dick. The only food they give me is a chicken broth as they say it keeps me clean but I can see I'm lousing weight. There are no clocks no windows so I don't know anything of what is going on. I get the chicken broth after a time I'm taken out of this 8ft X 6ft room to this shower a hose is stuck up my ass and the water is running out. They take me to another room then someone comes gives me a slam and some shitty tasting juice. Someone comes in the room I suck there dick they fuck me always raw give me a load then I clean there dick with my mouth.This is how it is most of the time and some times it's a group of men using my body for their pleasure. I'm always tired but they give me pills that wake me back up. To this day I have never see a dick as big as Tommy or someone looking so sick who is still alive. I'm taken to a room with many lights and I see 2 men with cameras. They give me a big slam and as I coughing my brains out gasping for air Tommy enters the room and everyone is laughing but me. Tommy has many tattoos with scorpions, bio hazard, the words DEATH STICK on the shaft on his dick, he is so sick looking and all skin and bones. Tommy Prince Albert is scary looking as he comes over to me and gives me a kiss and says into my ear let's have some fun. He pushes me down to my knees as his dick is right by my mouth so I know I'm to such as the camera are rolling. Between to P.A. tearing up the inside of my mouth and the size of his dick is spreading my jaw apart as he face fuck me. When he pulls out I spit and see blood as Tommy turns me around puts face in my ass and is licking my hole and this is really turning me on till he pulls away. I feel the P.A. on my sore hole as my hole gets fuck non stop since I arrived here. Then in one push Tommy shoves his monster dick into my hole, with the pain being unbearable as I'm screaming into the camera as Tommy pulls all the way out and drives back is then starts to piston fuck me for the next 30 minutes. Every so often he moves me around to my stomach, on my knees, with my knees over my head, me on top fucking my self until Tommy explodes in my wrecked hole. I'm push off to see Tommy bloody dick and told to clean it as the camera men are taking film os my bloody ass and me sucking Tommy dick. I taken to another room given some juice a slam and 4 of the most sick looking men you have ever seen, with tattoos body piercing as they all take turns fucking my wreck holes. I taken to my room and given a pill that knocks me out. When I wake they have me in a van with only sandals shorts a tee shirt and I feel a butt plug in my ass. I can see it's dark out side as they take me out of the van and bring me into the run down bus terminal and tell me to sit here until someone gets me. I'm half awake I see people dress in winter coats and its cold. With me being in a foggy state of mind I realize that I'm in trouble as I'm freezing cold my body is aching all over with pain as the plug actual feels good. As more people come into the station more and more people are looking at me like a freak show. When 2 policemen come over they are asking me if I'm all right, as one says just another junkie as he picks up my arm and shows the other office the many needle tracks on my arms. The other officer says this boy is very sick and is running a high temperature, so let's call an ambulance. More to come and if you have any suggestions on how it should go please post. Thank You

After cleaning off the cum and my virgin blood off his cock I see the lust in his eyes and smile to him as he picks me up puts me on the bed. He takes the white powder puts some on the head of his dick and shoves in my sore hole. Soon my hole has that nice warm feeling as he piston fucks my hole. When he is finished he says to me that was a nice hole to break in and hope you enjoy your life here. I'm exhausted as I lay there and hearing sounds from the other rooms, some of people screaming in pain and others moans of pleasure. I'm wondering what kind of a place my Uncle is running here.Jess comes into the room and gives me a pill to take. I'm taken to a room with 4 men sitting on four sofas in a circle. Jess says he he is now go have some fun. These men are all over 40 with 8 inch plus dicks, I see a pipe as they hand it to me and say to me baby put your lips around the pipe and inhale the white smoke. I do and it hits me like a train and as I exhale I feel my pulse beating harder as I felt so exhausted from having my anal cheery broken, to now feeling so alive. I wish this chastity device was not on my dick as I'm so horny. The look on their faces is that of lust as one drags me over as I start to suck he cock. Someone has their face in my ass licking my hole and says what beautiful hole with a load in it already as he makes my ass really hard. I'm push off his cock and in the middle as they hand me a syringe and tell me to slam my self. Now what Jess was showing me before with the saline, but what is in this syringe? They hand be a belt to tie off my arm I find a vain , I see the flash of blood then push the plunger in. What happen next was a rush and thought I was going to die from coughing as I could not catch my breath. They are laughing as they grab and start to fuck me and use my body for their pleasure. What I can remember is they were having fun and my holes were really used, as later they gave me another slam as they were fucking me. When I work up later my hole was hurting but felt so full as it had a butt plug in it. In the door was was this very sick looking person with some tattoos and the biggest dick I have ever seen so far with a ring through the head of his dick with spikes. He said his name is Tommy and he takes care of all the chasers, I ask what a chaser is as he is laughing then says you will learn.

Dad’s Basement Part Eighteen After Dad had showed me around the resort, I knew the first place I wanted to stop was the dark room. Anon sex really got me going. “Daddy will you take me into the dark room?” I asked “Please Daddy please. I will be a goooood boy” “Fuck, you keep take kind of talk up and I will fuck you right here” “Daddy, please take me to the dark room” I pleaded in a little boy voice. “Fuck, okay come on” We went back into the building, Dad leading the way. His furry as cheeks bouncing as he walked. I kept thinking about having my tongue deep in his hole eating the cum out of it the first night in the basement. I wanted to slide my cock inside and breed him. As we got to the door, I grabbed Dad’s arm, keeping him from entering. “Change your mind Son?” he asked “Nope, just want to ask when can I fuck your hole Daddy and breed you” “Not until you are a full member of the club boy” With that he entered the dark room, with me still holding on to his arm. Inside it was hot, very hot. I could hear fucking and sucking going on around me. The room smelled of cum, sweat and poppers. Hands reached out and touched me, pinching my nipples, grabbing my cock and balls, and rubbing my ass. I was so turned on, it was the fact that I didn't know who was touching me. I felt someone step up behind me, his cock poked at my ass cheeks, as he reached around and put a bottle under my nose. I inhaled deeply, feeling the rush instantly. He kept the bottle there and I kept inhaling. I let go of Dad’s arm and pushed back against the man’s cock. He took his bottle away and I felt this cock head invade my crack, searching for my hole. At the same time I could feel someone in front of me and I thought it was Dad. The man was slowly stroking me. I could feel his breathe close my lips. I put his free hand on my should, pulling me forward. I bent at my hips and pushed back my ass more against the cock behind me. Once fully bent, the cock in front of me found my lips and began to push in, I wrapped my lips around the hard cock and allowed it to slowly invade my mouth, pushing further in, until I was pressed against his smooth crotch. The man behind me, slowly slide his cock into my hole, pushing deeper and deeper. I was open still from the double fuck that I got. The brown bottle was placed under my nose again and I inhaled, sending another rush through my body, fogging my brain. The two men began fucking my holes, I moaned more and more, losing myself. I had forgotten about Dad, never wondering what he was doing or who. The cocks in me felt so good. I reached out into the darkness, just to feel anything. My hand made contact with a body. I began to explore it, rubbing my hand over the stomach, going lower until I made contact with the base of a hard thick cock. I could barely get my hand around it. My mind was loving the unknown. I pushed back on the cock in my hole, fucking myself on the hard toxic fuck stick. I wanted more cum in me. I was still sucking on the cock in front of me and stroking the cock in my hand. The man behind me started to speed up, slamming into me harder and harder as his cock thicken, I knew I was going to get a load soon and I was right, He slammed into me hard, shooting his toxic load into me. I gave him time to milk out his load, then pulled off. I want that beer can cock up my ass. With the cock still in my mouth I moved my ass towards the beer can cock. He took the bait and slide in my hole as soon as it was close enough. I could feel his cock stretching my hole open, and it felt fucking good. The man in my mouth pulled out and moved on. Hands were exploring my naked body. I was moaning loud as Mr. Beer Can fucked my ass. My cock jump with every push in of his cock. I was loving it. I was missing having a cock in my mouth, but soon an ass was back up to my face. It was a furry as, one that I knew. It was Dad. I spread open his cheeks and stuffed my tongue into his hole. I tasted the cum in there. I licked and sucked like I did in the basement, yet it didn’t give me the same amount of cum but I go some. He turned and kissed me on the lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth. “Once you get the load out of the cock in you, let’s head out to the trails” he whispered. “Okay Daddy” I replied. Mr. Beer Can was pumping away at my boy pussy, slamming his cock in more and more. I was loving the thickness of his fuck stick. He was growling and moaning as he fucked me. “Ready for my load buddy” he asked “Give it to me, please” I pleaded “Here it is” he shouted as he slammed his cock into me. His cum shot into me with great force that I could feel it hit the walls of my ass. It was a huge load. I squeezed my hole muscles the best I could as I pulled off of him. “thanks” I said, as Dad pulled me out of the dark room. We stopped out side the door to allow our eyes to adjust to the light. Dad pulled me into him and hugged me. “Drew, I didn’t know you were coming this week” a voice from behind me said. I didn’t see this man exit the dark room, but I recognized him immediately when I saw his cock, it was Mr. Beer Can. Even soft that fucking cock was thick. DAMN! “Max, you fucking pig, good to see you” Dad said. “Who’s this fine boy with you” Max asked. “My son, all grown up and pozzed up” “I think I just added my strain to his hole.” Max said to which I nodded, “and a fucking hot hole it is boy” “Thank you Sir. I hope your get more loads in me before we leave” I said “You can count on that boy” “We are heading out to the trails,” Dad said “Have fun” Max replied We moved down the hall passed the bathroom to the door and out, The air felt cool compared to the hot dark room. We moved across the small yard to a very worn trail leading off into the woods. Dad’s cock was pointing the way and I was following that furry ass I wanted in so bad.

Dad’s Basement Part Seventeen After about eight hours on the road, not adding in the time it took for us to get fucked and bred at the rest stop, we exited the interstate and heading down a road that look like it had not been repaired since it was installed. There was nothing for mile, just empty fields. We drove for what seemed like hours, until Dad turned the truck onto a dirt road. “Have you been here before Dad?” I asked, “you act like you know where you are going” “Yes Son, I have, three times” We entered a wooded area, very dense growth. I looked around to see if I could see any of the resort, but nothing shown. About a mile in the woods began to clear, opening up to a big area, we drove through a gate to a house and parked. There were a lot of cars in the area. “Okay Son, we are here, get the bag and let’s go” Dad said, pushing his shorts off and putting them on the seat between us. We made our way to the house, and entered. A bell went off as we entered a lobby. “Drew you hot fucker, about time you get here” a man said as he entered from another room. The man was naked, his very skinny, which made his cock look huge. It flopped back and forth as he walked across the lobby to give Dad a hug. I could not stop staring at him. The way his skin hung on his body made it look as if he was skin and bone, almost a walking skeleton. I watched their cocks mash against one another as they embraced. “Damn Drew, is this your boy? The one from the pictures you should us?” “The one and the same, only he’s eighteen now and newly poz. You should have been there when I took his cherry.” “Fuck I hope I get to be the first full blown A.I.D.S load he gets” he said, “I’m Rick” “Matt” I put my hand out to shake his, but he pushed it away and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight. “Too late on the first full blown, one of the club members already did that” Dad said as we hugged. “Bet it was that fucking slut Garrett” Rick said laughing. “Yeah, he fucked me, bred me, then told me” I said. “Awesome” Rick said, “you are going to be popular with the men here, but I want that ass first” “I’m game” I replied “Drew, I saved you, your regular cabin, you go settle in while I take your son for a little ride” Rick said, “I will bring him to you” “Sounds good to me” Dad went out a door opposite of the one we entered, as Rick led me to the room he was in before we entered. “Matt, meet my partner in crime Jack” Rick said, “We both are full blown” I watched as Jack kicked back the sheet on the bed, exposing his hard cock that was resting on his furry belly. He spread his legs and motioned for me to get in between them. I jumped on the bed, positioning my head just inches from his cock. He lifted it up, stroking it in front of me. Rick climbed on top of me, his cock resting on my crack and his head by mine. “We have been waiting for this day Matt, ever since your Dad showed us your picture. You were much younger and was only in your underwear” Rick said. Jack offered me a bottle of poppers, which I uncapped and inhaled deeply. I handed them to Rick you did the same. I started to lick Jack’s hard cock, making him moan and spread his legs wider. Rick was slowly moving his cock up and down my crack, leaving a trail of toxic fuck juice. I took Jack’s cock into my mouth and started to suck. The poppers were placed under my nose again. I held the cock about half way in my mouth and inhaled. The rush was amazing. “Put your cock in his boy hole Rick, just like we used to fantasize about.” I felt Rick lift up off me, pushing his cock into my crack. He moved it up and down a little making contact with my hole. Once lined up he pushed in, slowly sliding in. I moaned in my throat, and pushed my ass up, sliding more of his cock into my hole. “He’s got a load in him already. Is it your Dad’s?” I took Jack’s cock out of my mouth, holding it at the base with my hand. “Nope it’s a trucker that fucked me in a rest stop bathroom” Rick’s cock was completely in as I took Jack’s cock back into my mouth. I could feel Rick lower his body on me, holding me down under him. He slowly began to rise and lower his ass, as I was sucking Jack’s cock deeper and deeper. “FYI boy,” Jack said, “we have cameras in each corner of this room and our fucking is being broadcast not only on every television in the resort, but also on our private pay website.” Jack said, “let’s give the men a good show” He moved up to a kneeling position in front of me, grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. His cock moved in and out of my mouth, balls bouncing off my chin. Rick’s ass was rising and dropping faster and faster. Rick moved up to a kneeling position behind me as he pulled up my hips until I was on all fours. I had one dick face fucking me while another fucked my ass. I was hoping that Dad was watching me take these two A.I.D.S cocks. Jack suddenly pulled out of my mouth and sat back down, leaning against the head board. He pulled me forward causing Rick’s cock to pop out of my hole. “Sit on me, facing me boy” I positioned my hole over his cock and dropped down, taking him balls deep. He put the little brown bottle under my nose. I inhaled three times in each nostril. Rick moved up behind me and pushed me forward. I could feel his cock at my hole, pushing in, sliding next to Jack’s. Jack grabbed my nipples, pulling me down more, until I was kissing him. He kept pinching and twisting my nipples as Rick’s cock popped into my hole with his partners. I felt my hole stretch more and more, until I felt like I was ripping into two. He continued until most of his cock was in with Jack’s. Then they start to trust in and out. I moaned loud, as they double fucked my hole. Their cock rubbing together, balls slapping balls. The pleasure was intense. They both moaned and growled. I only hope everyone was not only seeing this but hearing it as well. Sweat was forming on all three of us. I could feel it running down my back and into my crack. They continued to double fuck my hole. Jack put the brown bottle between our lips and blew into it, as I inhaled through my mouth, then I did the same for him, We did this three times, then offered the bottle to Rick who inhaled as well. Rick wrapped his arms around me and pushed his cock in deeper, stretching my hole more. I could feel the pulses of his cock as he shot his death load into me, Jack then bucked his hips upwards, and shot his load too. Their breathing was heavy. I was in ecstasy getting two full blown A.I.D.S loads. I don’t want to cum. They pulled out and I stood next to the bed. They sat next to each other and i bent over taking turns cleaning their cocks. “That was a fucking hot show,” Dad said from the doorway. Rick and Jack just laughed. “Can I have my son now?” I walked over and we left. Dad showed me where our cabin was. Not much in it, just a bed, with a little bathroom behind it. We left and Dad took me about the resort. Our first stop was the pool area. It was a large pool, there were about eight guys swimming around the pool and about ten sunning their naked bodies in chairs around the pool Cocks were hard, sticking up in the air for all to see. Near the back of the pool was an older man laying flat on his back while a younger guy, fucked himself with the man’s cock. We then went to a building that was next to the pool, it was a small dining area, but it was what was behind it, that Dad wanted to show me. It was a completely dark room. “It has no walls, just a big open space” Dad said. I listen closely and I could hear fucking and sucking going on in the room. My cock started to grow. I wanted to go in there right now, but Dad pulled me along to show me more. We went down a hall, passing a bathroom, then out a door. “See that trail there, you can go down there and find men cruising for dick and ass, it leads to a pond where you can swim.” I tried to see if I could make out men fucking but the growth was pretty thick. “You saw the other cabins, but behind them are the bunk house, a group sleep area. Plus there is an area where guys can pitch tents and camp out” “Dad did you having any fun while I was getting bred by Rick and Jack” “Son, everyone was watching you on the big screen tv near the pool, including me. Dicks were hard and everyone was saying they wanted you” “Really Dad” “Yeah and I said that’s my boy” “Damn” “Where do you want to go first”