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Part 4: Dominic takes Will “Take of your pants.” He said. I backed away and unbuttoned my jeans, kicking off my shoes. With my pants to the side, I ran my fingers along the waistband of my boxers, hesitating for a moment. I watched as Dominic removed his pants, revealing a jockstrap underneath. We stood almost naked taking each other in. I slipped of my boxers, revealing my cock and balls. Dominic smiled. “How big are you?” he asked. “I’m six foot,” I said. “No,” he said. “How big is your dick?” “I don’t know.” Dominic turned and moved to his desk, opening a drawer and taking out a tape measurer. “Get hard,” he said, walking to me. I reached down and started jerking my cock, though seeing Dominic in his jockstrap was doing enough on its own. With him standing so close to me, I could feel his warmth. It was intoxicating. “There,” I said, pushing out my pelvis for him to see. He kneeled down, holding the measuring tape out along my shaft. “Eight inches,” he said. “Big boy.” “Is that good?” He smiled up at me. “That’s perfect. Just think, this cock was almost wasted on an ungrateful woman. Good thing I got to you first. Still, it also means that I’m still king.” He removed his jockstrap, revealing a semi-erect cock that took my breath away. “Ten inches and thick.” “I don’t think I can take that,” I told him. Feeling once again worried about my choice. “Don’t worry,” he said, kissing me again. “We’ll go slow… at first. Here, wear this.” He handed me his jockstrap. I looked inside and found some stains. I assumed they were cum and piss stains. Normally, I would recoil, but now, taking it from Dominic, I wanted nothing more than to wear it. As I lifted a leg, he reached out and stopped me. “Smell it first,” he said. Slowly, I raised it to my nose and breathed in, my head spinning from the smell of sweat, piss, and cum. I wanted more. I breathed in deeper, pressing the fabric to my face. My tongue slipped out and ran along the fabric, tasting him. “What do you think?” he asked. All I could do was moan. “Put it on.” I hated that I wasn’t going to smell or taste him, but he wanted me to do what he said. I slipped it on, finding the pouch a bit larger than needed. He really was a big guy. Now with his jockstrap off, I could see the tattoo his towel had been hiding. It was a biohazard symbol, the type you see near fallout shelters. It meant to stay away. For me, I wanted to get closer. “Kneel down,” Dominic said. I did as I was told. He stepped closer, his cock in my face, hard as a rock. “Taste it,” he said. I opened my mouth and took in his mushroom head. I’d never tasted someone else. Not like this. Already my jaw was straining to take him in. On my tongue I could taste his precum. It was sweet. “That’s it, baby,” he said, running his hand through my hair, holding on to the back of my head. “Take in a bit more.” He pushed his cock further into my mouth, invading my throat. I started gagging. “Don’t worry,” Dominic said. “You’ll learn to fight that. You’ll have to. How’s it taste?” His cock fell out of my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin. “It tastes amazing.” He slipped his cock back into my mouth, his hand guiding me further down. I gagged again. There was no way I could take him all. I wanted to, but I knew my limits. I bobbed on his cock, trying to keep my teeth away. I knew little about blowjobs, but I knew you weren’t supposed to use your teeth. I looked up and saw Dominic’s head tilted back. “Is it alright?” I asked him. He looked down at me, a wide grin on his face. “You’re a natural,” he said. “We’ll have my whole cock down your throat in no time.” “How?” “Practice,” he said. My cock was throbbing against Dominic’s jockstrap. I reached down and started rubbing, moaning with pleasure. “A born cocksucker,” Dominic said, watching as I pleasured myself, trying to shove more of his cock into my throat. I was halfway. “Time for something new. Get on the bed.” I stood up and followed him to the bed, crawling to the middle. He went to his desk again and pulled out a tube and small vial. “These will make everything easier,” he said, turning to the bed and climbing up next to me. “Spread your legs. Let me see your hole.” I did as I was told. Several men had seen me naked at the gym when I went in to shower. That experience wasn’t new. Having someone else see my butthole was a new experience. I had yet to have a prostate exam, and other than the fooling around I had done days before, it had been an area unexplored. Dominic looked down and then at me. “You’ll need to open wide for me,” he said. “Pull your knees up to your chest. Show me.” I pulled my knees up to my chest, stretching in ways I’d never done before. “Beautiful,” he said, reaching down and running his hand over my hole. I flinched. “Sensitive,” he said. “Let me see what I can do.” He slipped off the bed and leaned down, bringing his face to my hole. “You’ll enjoy this.” My body seized and I gasped. I looked down and saw only the top of his head as his mouth was open around my hole. I could feel his tongue licking. Is this sanitary, I wondered? Do I care? I’d never felt anything like it. My body shuddered, his tongue probing even deeper. I could feel him enter me. I looked down again and saw his eyes watching me. The same ferocity was in his eyes. He was eating me, devouring me. After minutes of this passion, he moved back and took a deep breath in through his nose. “You smell good,” he said, licking his lips. “You taste even better.” “Really?” He smiled. “It’s time to open you up,” he said. “Here, open his bottle. Close your one nostril and breathe in deep. Try to hold as long as you can.” “What is it?” I asked him. “It’s called a popper.” “Is it a drug?” I asked him. “I don’t do drugs.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s an aid. It’ll help you open up.” I nodded and unscrewed the lid. I held it to my nose, held one nostril closed, and breathed in deep. I almost dropped the bottle as my head continued to spin. I felt light, a warmth rushing through me. At the same moment, I felt something push against my hole, forcing itself inside. I looked down and saw Dominic’s hand out of sight. His eyes met mine. “One finger in,” he said, starting to move in and out. He took the bottle and squirted something on his hand. “Take another hit, and we’ll try for two.” I did as I was told. “Good boy. How about three?” I was in another world. I took two more hits. “Four.” Another two hits. He smiles at me. “That’s five, baby.” His hand pumped in and out of me, my hole open. “Looks like you cut yourself,” he says. “What happened there?” “My finger,” I told him. “It… slipped.” “Sure it did,” he said. “It might open up a bit. That’s not abnormal. Trust me. Sometimes there’s blood.” “Blood?” “Don’t worry,” he says. “Don’t you trust me?” My breath caught. “Of course.” “I think you’re ready,” he said. “Wait,” I said, arresting his attention. “Do you… I mean… do you have a condom?” His face falls. “I don’t use condoms,” he says. “But, don’t you have to?” “If you’re afraid of knocking a woman up, sure,” he said. “But between men, never. There’s nothing like feeling skin against skin. That’s where the true connection exists, feeling your partner’s body, their most sensitive points and places. That’s what it’s about.” “I’m just, I’m not sure,” I told him, my legs dropping from my chest. “I don’t fuck with condoms,” he told me. “I can’t stay hard with one on. Real men don’t use condoms. If you don’t agree, you can leave. That’s up to you.” I saw him leave the bed, standing at full height, his cock curving up, fully hard. Never had I seen anything as beautiful as the man in front of me. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything. I thought of my dream and how much I had wanted it to be real. Now it was. Why would I lose this chance willingly? I grabbed my legs and pulled my knees back to my chest. He smiled. “Alright then,” he said. “Time to take your virginity.” Dominic crawled onto the bed and returned his hand to my hole, massaging it. “I’ll go slow at first,” he said, “but once I’m in, I won’t be able to stop. Understand?” I nodded. “Then here we go.” He lined up his cock to my hole. “Take another hit,” he said, nodding to the vial. As I breathed deep, I felt what must have been his entire hand pressing against my hole. “Almost in,” he said, smirking. There was a searing pain, my body willing me to move away from this unexpected intruder. “Don’t back away,” he said as if he could read my mind. “There,” he said. “The heads in.” “Just the head?” I asked. He laughed. “Let’s keep going.” The pain increased as he pushed more in. “Keep breathing,” he told me. My hands were shaking, losing the hold of my legs. Dominic grabbed my ankles and held them steady, spreading my cheeks even more. His eyes closed as he continued to surge forward. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so tight. It’s been years since I had a virgin ass to myself. Tell me, baby. Tell me your ass is mine.” “My ass is yours,” I whimpered, still trying to push through the pain. I felt like I was being torn in half. My heart was pounding. How much more of this man existed that was still outside of me? “Almost there,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “Just a bit more.” For a brief moment, I thought I was going to die. A ten-inch cock was entering my body. How was anyone able to handle anything so big? I thought of my own cock, knowing it was only two inches shorter. Would someone feel this way if I fucked them, I wondered? A new sensation met me as I felt hair press against my ass. I looked down and saw Dominic’s pelvis pressed against me, his pubic hair mixing with the hairs on my balls. “You did it,” he said, smiling. “All ten inches. You’re not a virgin anymore.” I’m no longer a virgin, I thought. There’s no going back now. “I’m going to wait and let your ass grow accustomed to my size,” Dominic said. “Alright,” I said. “Daddy,” he said. “What?” “Call me Daddy,” Dominic said. “Say it. Call me Daddy, Son.” “Daddy,” I repeated, the word hanging in the air. Dominic smiled. “What do you want your Daddy to do, Son?” “I want you to fuck me,” I said. He raised a brow. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” I corrected. He slid out of my ass and then slowly pushed himself back in, causing me to wince. “Who does your ass belong to?” “You, Daddy.” He pulled out again, pushing back in, this time with more force. “Who does your body belong to?” “You, Daddy.” Out and in. “Who does your soul belong to?” “You, Daddy.” “And who will you listen to and do whatever he tells you to do?” “You, Daddy.” “Who’s your master?” “You, Daddy.” “Who do you want to convert you?” “You, Daddy.” “That’s fucking right,” he growled, his pace quickening. I could feel his cock all the way up in my chest, reaching for my heart. With every thrust, he hit a spot in my body that I’d never felt before, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You feel that, Son? That’s your prostate I’m hitting. Only the biggest dicks can make you feel that way, obliterating the spot that makes men quake.” My hand was down to my crotch, reaching beneath the jockstrap, grabbing my cock and balls. I was the hardest I’d ever been. Precum was oozing out of my piss slit, collecting in my pubic hair in puddles. “Let me see that cock,” Dominic said. I pushed the jock’s pouch down beneath my balls, my cock springing to life. A drop of precum flew through the air and stuck to his treasure trail. Without missing a beat, he left go of my ankle and collected the precum on his finger, bringing it to his mouth. He moaned. “You taste so sweet,” he said. “So pure. So clean. Let’s see if we can change that.” His pace quickened, the bed shaking beneath us. He started grunting as I moaned, my body unable to contain the waves of ecstasy flowing over me. I took hold of my cock again and started pumping, stopping as Dominic’s hand grabbed my wrist. “Don’t jerk off,” he said. “I want to see you cum hands free.” “Can I do that?” I asked. “Only when a big cock is inside you,” he said. “You’ll see.” He pounded harder. His breathing started to quicken. “I’ve got a huge load for you,” he said. “I can feel it boiling in my balls. Tell me where you want it, Son? You don’t want me to waste it on your stomach, do you?” “No, Daddy,” I said. “You only want it in your ass, right?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Tell me that’s where you want it.” “I want your cum in my ass, Daddy.” “You want me to convert you?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to knock you up?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to make you mine forever?” “Yes, Daddy. Make me yours forever. Cum in my ass.” “You’ve got it,” he growled, pushing as far into my ass as he could, his head thrown back as he cried out. “Fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming in your ass, Son. Can you feel it?” “Yes, Daddy. I can feel it.” I could feel his cock throbbing, a warmth spreading inside of me. At that very second, my own cock came to life, shooting ropes of cum into the air, splattering down on my face, chest, and stomach. Taken over by the pleasure, I scooped up my cum and started shoveling it into my mouth, relishing the taste of my first hands free cum. “I’m still cumming,” Dominic cried, looking down at his cock. His body was shaking with each pulse. “Fuck. It’s like it won’t stop.” “Don’t stop, Daddy,” I said, still bringing my cum to my mouth.

Part 1 - I love Scorpios “Julius, your test was reactive. You are HIV positive.” My mouth gaped at the news. This couldn’t be right! I was on PrEP. Although, I guess I was pretty forgetful about taking it. But I always used protection when I bottomed. Well, except for that time with those hunky daddies in the gym shower, and that time with that big-dicked Latino while I was on a run in the park, and that time I blacked out at the club and then shat out a lot of cum the next morning, and that time with… Holy shit! I’m a fucking cumwhore, I realized. Those were just some of my raw fucks in the last month. I don’t even know any of these guys’ names, much less their statuses. I was definitely in shock after learning I was positive, but I felt a weight lifted off of me. Ever since I lost my virginity in my teens, I’d had this constant worry about catching HIV. But I was 23, and I knew it wasn’t a death sentence. If anything, it could open doors in my own personal sexual liberation and exploration. I just had to wrap my mind around it first. I was a healthy young guy with light olive skin and shiny brown hair. I was the skinny 6’2” tall kid throughout high school, but then I started going to the gym five days a week in my second year of college. You could tell! Broad shoulders, strong quads, a tight muscled ass, with a hidden six-pack that would eventually come in once I learned how to diet. I loved bottoming and throating cock. I also loved to top with my thick cut 8-inch dick. When I got home, I made dinner and then stowed away in my room to avoid having to tell my roommate about my day. I did some research on living life with HIV. I learned more about the meds I got and how to reduce risk of transmission. Then I started reading about the poz sub-culture. When I saw that scorpion tattoos indicate a guy is poz and often unmedicated, I remembered that big-dicked Latino in the park. It was early morning and still dark out, and I had just run up the hill at Dolores Park in San Francisco. I was leaning over the back of a bench to catch my breath. My running shorts were riding up, practically exposing my ass. I saw a 5’10” fit Latino guy in his 30s coming up behind me. I’ll call him Nico, because I never found out his name. Nico had probably been cruising along the tracks next to the park. He firmly grabbed my hips from behind and humped his groin against my ass. I could feel he was packing, and I was very curious. I turned around to see this man. Nico had a gorgeous chiseled jawline and a piercing on his eyebrow. I knew the cruising drill, so I got down on my knees and pulled the front of his gym shorts down to reveal a thick 10 inch uncut cock, oozing very thick precum. I lapped up his juices and worked my tongue all over his giant meat before he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down my throat. He throat-fucked me for a few minutes before I lost my composure and started gagging. While I pulled off and coughed to the side, he unzipped his jacket to reveal his stacked abs above a scorpion tattoo with a stinger directed at his massive cock. I was so turned on. I loved abs and I loved Scorpios, so, to show my appreciation, I licked his tat and up his abs until I was on my feet, turned around and bent over. Nico fondled my lightly hairy ass which was still a bit sweaty from my run. Then he tugged down the back of my shorts, grabbed my waist, and placed the head of his cock at my hole. Without any preparation, he immediately and aggressively shoved half of his thick, massive cock into my hole. Luckily, I caught myself before shrieking. Nico didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t care, because again he shoved his dick deeper until I could feel his balls slap against mine. With that, he pounded my hole, repeatedly pulling his dick out to the head and jabbing it back in. I moved my hand from the bench to my mouth to suffocate my yelps. Finally, my body began to adjust, and I could feel his cock pounding my prostate. My yelps turned to moans. I moved my hand back to the bench and exhaled, “Fuuuck. Pound my pussy.” Nico spoke up in a husky voice. “It’s my pussy.” I reached my hand beneath me to feel his cock sliding in and out of my, excuse me, his pussy. I felt owned and simultaneously wild. I looked out at the city view in front of us and almost instinctively moaned, “Breed me Daddy.” This must have turned him on, because he increased his pace. I could feel his cock swell against my prostate and his body tense up. “Seed your pussy!” I exclaimed. Nico thrust his hips forward and pulled my hips farther back, almost merging our bodies. His massive cock erupted ropes and ropes of cum into my bowels. The jerking of his cock with each squirt triggered my prostate and my own cock exploded in the front of my running shorts. The sun was beginning to peak above the East Bay hills as he slowly ejected his cock. “Mmmm no way you’re not pregnant with my babies bitch,” Nico smiled. “I haven’t cum in a week. You’re full of my boys. Don’t let them leak out.” “I won’t. I promise.” He pulled up his shorts and zipped up his sweater. As a parting goodbye, he poked his middle finger up my well-used hole to feel his boys marinating inside me. Maybe he knew they were actively infecting me with his virus. We parted ways. I ran back home with wet spots on the front and back of my running shorts. Any fag I ran by looked at me knowingly and giggled. A few even grabbed their bulges, hoping for sloppy seconds. When I got home, I put in my butt plug and kept his boys in me throughout work. I laid on my bed remembering this awesome experience that I figured was my HIV conversion. I had taken off my clothes and was stroking my cock and fingering my hole, imagining how his boys infiltrated my cells. I was so horny and it was almost midnight. I put on my running shorts and a sweater and jogged over to Dolores, hoping for a reenactment.

PART 2 It wasn’t a long walk to his place. The sweat was dripping off me in the heat, and I was feeling a bit light headed between the heat and beers. I was relieved when we got to his place, climbing the steps to the third floor apartment in the old house. “I hope you have A/C,” I said. “I hope you like fans.” It was a small, older apartment. We walked in through the small kitchen. There was an old stove, and a table with two chairs. I noted there were some medication bottles sitting on the table. I could see part of the couch through the doorway into the living room. The air was pretty thick and stuffy. Henry went and turned on a couple fans while I just stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living rooms. Henry disappeared into the bedroom; I could hear a fan click on and some rustling. He came back out naked, his hefty cock semi-hard and swinging as he walked. “It’s a lot cooler without clothes.” I still only had my shorts on, and he got those off of me quickly. My eyes were fixed on his cock, which was getting harder by the second. I wrapped my hand beneath it, feeling the weight. It was growing longer, moderately thick at the base and tapering to a narrower head. “It’s good for working its way into tight spaces,” he grinned. I thought he would start playing with my cock, which had become totally hard on its own; instead, he reached back and ran his hand down the small of my back and between my ass cheeks. The sweat rolling down my back had slicked the route he followed down to my hole. I gasped as he pressed a finger right into my hole. It was rough and shocking, but sent this electrical jolt up into my body. “Seems college boys like their holes played with,” he grinned, then leaned in and started making out with me. His fingers kept massaging around my hole while one slipped in and out. The sweat wasn’t enough to make it slippery inside, but there was something hot about being roughly fingered — standing naked in this guy’s darkened living room. I groaned as he manhandled my ass for a couple minutes. Finally he reached up, wrapped his other hand around my head, and pushed me down toward his cock. “You have work to do before you earn my cock in that ass of yours.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, wearing only my flip flops. I love sucking dick, and I couldn’t resist getting to work on it. The shaft was already long and stiff, and it took me several attempts to ease it into the back of my throat. I gagged a bit as I tried to negotiate it deeper. Henry moaned softly. “That’s it, college boy. Deep throat that cock.” He rested on hand on the back of my head, coaxing me but not forcing. He was letting me do the work while he reaped the rewards of my cock worshipping. I was getting more turned on as I worked his cock, feeling the semi-hardon become rock solid in my mouth. It was hard to swallow the entire length, but I took a couple breaths, relaxed my throat, and slowly engulfed the whole shaft. Henry still didn’t push me.. I nuzzled my nose into his pubic hair, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk. My cock flexed with excitement. “Talented boy,” he said softly, almost reverently. He stroked my hair, still not pushing. I slowly backed off his engorged cock and looked up. There was pride on my face followed by a bit of a goofy grin as he sighed in pleasure. Without being asked, I descended onto his cock again, letting it slide past my tonsils and into my throat. Holding it there a moment, unable to do anything more. I felt saliva pooling and started to choke, so I pulled off quickly. “Get up on the couch, turn around so your ass is facing me. I want to eat that ass.” I knelt on the couch, my legs spread and chest against the back cushions. It felt hot offering up my ass that way, him kneeling behind me on the floor at the edge of the couch. I felt his hands massaging my ass; despite the heat in the apartment, his hands felt cool against my skin, and he started to gently blow on my hole. The sensation sent tingles through me again. I whimpered softly as he tantalized my hole. No one had ever played with it like this. Suddenly I felt a hot, wet sensation glazing my hole. I moaned, “ Fuck … that’s amazing….” “Like your ass eaten, do you?” He returned his tongue to my hungry hole. My body squirmed a little, the sensations coursing through me were so intense. He slapped my ass, shocking me and I yelped. “Look at this college boy!” He spread my ass apart and dove deeper into my hole with his tongue. His thumbs massaging the muscle surrounding my hole while his tongue probed me. “Oh fuck….” I whispered, overcome with the sensations. I’d never had my ass played with like this before. “Look at that…” he said as my ass convulsed, my hole naturally pulsing for him to see. “Someone’s ass is begging to be bred. Is that what it wants, college boy?” The word ‘bred’ struck me as odd on some level. I expected to hear ‘you wanna get fucked’ since my other hookups had said it. But he seemed to mean something else. A voice inside me wanted to ask about it, but it was last in intense sensations the assplay was bringing. “This ass is beautiful. Your hole is so pink. And so fucking tight, It doesn’t get used much, does it, college boy?” “No,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and inexperienced. Did he think I was bad at this? Was Jared better at bottoming. I hadn’t bottomed much, and it had usually felt very clunky. Henry was doing it very different, and my ass felt amazing. Suddenly I was afraid he would stop. I turned to try and look behind me. He was still kneeling at the edge of the couch. His cock was standing straight up, even without him touching it. Deep down I felt a primal urge — a desperate need for that cock. “I want to get bred,” I said quickly, mimicking the word he’d used earlier. His face split with an intense grin, and his cock bounced up and down, twitching with excitement. “Do you now? I’m gonna make that happen for you. But first we need to loosen up that hole. He stood up, his long cock pointing straight out toward my ass. I thought he was going to start fucking me then, which made me tense with anxiety. “Stay right there,” he said, and instead of fucking me he disappeared into the bedroom. I felt awkward and strange, kneeling on the couch with my ass sticking out. I’d been fucked on all fours a couple times, but this felt very different. Kneeling here, my ass exposed, waiting ….. I couldn’t hear much over the whirring fans in both rooms. A minute later he returned with some small objects in each hand, but I didn’t recognize them right away. “FUCK!” He growled, “That is one hot ass!” His comment made me feel even more awkward; no one had ever talked like this before …. Talking at me, rather than with me. I felt more like an object than a partner. He knelt down behind me again, setting the objects down out of my eye sight. There heard a series of quick, short squeaks, then a smooth, cool liquid was being spread on pink my hole. His other hand reached under me and began glazing my hardon with the same liquid. My head snapped backward and I moaned. “That’s it, college boy. Just enjoy it. I’m gonna make you feel sooooo good. You’re gonna give me this ass, and I’m gonna give you something special in return.” His fingers began to probe my hole again. It was different than the rough fingering before; the lube he was spreading inside me made the prowling smooth. He worked his fingers deeper into me than he’d been so far. I felt the sharp pain of my hole being stretched, and I think I grimaced. “You’re fine,” he said calmly into my ear. “Just relax. Relax those muscles, college boy. It’s time to give in to the gift.” “Yes, sir” I moaned, suddenly thinking of the line I’d heard in a few porn videos. I’d never said it before during sex, but it seemed somehow right in the moment. The intense feelings were overwhelming, and I pushed my own face into the rough fabric of the couch. I couldn’t help but groan and his fingers probed me deeper, stretching my hole, all while he massaged my cock. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I begged. “Oh, that’s a long ways off, college boy. You have to satisfy my cock before you get to cum.” His fingers left my hole and I gasped at the relief. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. The mix of the beers, muggy heat, and intense pleasure left my muscles feeling drained and weak all of a sudden. I kind of slumped over on the couch, needing to stretch my leg muscles. He grinned at me as I rolled onto my back. He pulled me forward a bit, so my ass what at the edge of the cushion. It was an awkward position because my upper body was half folded on itself, my lower back against the seat cushion, while my shoulders were pressed upright against the back of the couch. He was doing something out of sight beneath me, his eyes toward the floor. Then he looked up at my hole and pressed something cool and firm inside me. I winced, but he didn’t stop. There was a wired buzzing sound, and a vibration starting pulsing through my ass and up into my body. It was such a foreign feeling and I didn’t know what to make of it. “This’ll finish loosening you up, college boy.” He stood up, hovering over me. My body was oddly splayed on the couch, and I felt both awkward and powerless in the moment. My face was contorted with the mix of pleasure of weirdness pulsing inside me, my warms out to the sides, and my legs half holding themselves in the air. “You’re fucking hot,” he said. “I love seeing a college boy like this.” He reached down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to a standing position.My legs felt wobbly, and my balance was off. He pulled me tight against him for stability, then kissed me deeply. He looked me in the eye. “I can see how confused you are. You want this so badly, but part of you is afraid because you’ve never let go like this. And you aren’t sure what is coming next, but deep down you know what is coming next and you really, REALLY want it. You’ve been told all these years you’re not supposed to want this. You’re supposed to play safe like a good, clean college boy. But the fact is you are a dirty slut and desperately want what you’re not supposed to have.” He looked at me intensely. “Isn’t that right, college boy? You want this?” I was silent. Conflicted. Everything he’d said was true. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I should grab my clothes and go. I was afraid because this guy was going to break all the rules. That’s what Jared had tried to tell me but couldn’t — Henry broke all the rules. He’d used Jared, broken his rules, and now he was going to do the same to me. The good boy in me wanted to run, but I was powerless to because I desperately wanted this. “Let’s get you into the bedroom where we have more room.” [If you’re enjoying the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to keep inspiring the story.]

Part 11 It wasn’t even a question. I was a bit panicked, I was out with my colleagues, who had made dinner plans for Monday evening. We weren’t supposed to meet before next Saturday. I was tempted to say that I couldn’t, that it was too short of a notice. I had to get ready, I wanted to be prepared, but before I could reply anything, he sent a follow up message. -“Don’t even think about saying no, boy. I told you your ass would be mine and that we would meet more than once this week.” -“Okay. But I won’t be ready before 10pm, I need to prepare.” -“No rush, I’m on vacation this week, take as long as you need. I saved my loads for you, haven’t fucked or jerked off in a week and I plan on breeding you and you only this week!” The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. I was very distracted, and my colleagues probably noticed I wasn’t all there with them. All I could think about was that guy I had fantasized so much over the years, that guy who had planted the idea of chasing deep in my brain and was probably about to plant his dirty seed deep in me. What was I about to do? I had vowed to not do anything stupid again after my Paris scare and I had to stop myself several times from messaging him to cancel everything. But despite the anxiety, I was turned on like never before. And I thought about the fact that I was still on PrEp, despite him not knowing. Right after dinner, the jet lag started to hit me hard and I left my colleagues to go back to my room. It was also mostly an excuse to go jerk off. My cock had been hard for a good part of the day and I needed to unload. I started stroking my dick under the hot shower, thinking about that man who would be inside me in about 24 hours. I was imagining his poz dick slowly sliding inside my hole. He had promised to give me several loads and I was craving that cum like a whore. I knew I would be begging for as much cum as possible. I decided to finish myself with poppers so I turned the water off, quickly grabbed a towel and jumped onto the bed. The mirror was right in front of it and I could watch myself playing with my dick and my ass at the same time. I had been working hard at the gym after the end of the last lockdown and I was proud of the results, hoping it would please my guy and encourage him even more to take charge of me. I’m average at 5’8 and 165lbs with an athletic build inherited from years of gymnastics training as a teenager and young adult. With the poppers hitting hard, and replaying what I thought -and hoped - the guy would say as he would push his toxic loads deep inside my hole, I ended up shooting a big load onto my chest and fell asleep almost instantly, without even turning the lights off or cleaning my mess.

I have said this a few times before, but when it comes to cock and cum I am pretty insatiable. I live on the western slope of Colorado, there are a lot of people who travel through for multiple purposes. I view myself as a place for men to cum. It’s not a lack of self confidence issue or anything. I am very confident in myself. I just think my purpose here is to serve as an outlet for men to get their rocks off using my holes. Anywho, i work in a town an hour away from where i live. This town is much bigger with a little more of a gay scene. This town features a lot of business hubs and things like that. A lot of truckers come through here. Work has been super stressful lately but that doesn’t stop me from fulfilling my dump duties. I have recently decided to check out sniffies. Nothing is hotter than anon sex to me, again, i am just a place for men to cum. My sniffies profile features a shot of me taking a big cock at a local gloryhole in said town. I get a message from a blank profile that reads “need to dump, when can you be here?” I respond with “whenever you need.” Dude tells me just to head over to loves truck stop so i do. He’s hosting in his truck. We climb in the backseat and he orders me to take my pants off. I do just that. Im on my back and he’s shoving a spit covered 5 inch cock in my boi pussy. Stings a bit at first but nothing i can’t handle. He lasts a good 8 pumps before blowing his load. I clean his dick off and hop out. The parking lot is busy. Lots of truckers, families, assembly other cruisers. Im aimlessly wandering around all of the big trucks. A handsome bear type hops out of his truck and approached me. He asks which truck is mine. I admit that i was just admiring the scenery. He calls me a “lot lizard” and chuckles. I was unsure of what this meant but he advises me that he’s not complaining and asks if I want to hop in his truck. Of course I do. We hop in the back and he wastes no time shoving a fat cock in my mouth. He’s talking super dirty to me. Telling me I am a filthy slut just looking for cock. He starts fingering my hole and feels a bit of the previous guys cum leaking out. “oh you’re a fucking pig.” He tells me. I smile and reply with “mhm” he flips me over and shoves his cock in me. he only gives me a bout 6 pumps before tellling me he’s dumping inside me. i pull him in close to make sure every drop is in me. He tells me to get the fuck out so i do. I decide to check out the bathroom and see if anything is happening. lots of men stopping in to relieve themselves before continuing their trips. I luckily score the last stall. i strip down to just my jock and slowly peer in underneath to see the cock next to me. He’s standing there, just finishing up his piss with a semi. he starts slowly to sit down but notices me peaking. he drops to his knees without cleaning his dick off and slides it underneath. A few drops of piss still on his tip. I make sure to lick him clean before gargling on his cock a bit. he’s nice and hard now. I slide on to my back and position myself. He slides into my used hole with ease. He starts fucking me deep and slow. He must’ve forgot how busy this bathroom was. He very loudly exclaims “fuck bro, im gonna cum.” before he shoots his load in my slut hole. I clean him off and take the hour drive home with my boi pussy full and happy.

It was unexpected – I’ll admit that right up front. In fact, I wasn’t even planning or looking to get laid that day. I was 20 years old and taking a summer class, so I stayed at my college for the first part of the summer. The college was located in a small town, mostly bars and mom-and-pop stores with homes built in the mid 1990s. When the college emptied out for the summer, so did the town. In fact, several of the bars closed for the season due to lack of business. It was a weekday afternoon. I was done with my class and decided to walk the mile and a half to the convenience store to grab a few things for my dorm room. It was an unusually warm day, so I pealed off my shirt, walking in just my shorts and flip flops. The sun felt awesome and, to be honest, I was feeling kinda sexy. I wasn’t thinking rationally — I know gingers are supposed to avoid the direct sun, but I didn’t care. I didn’t usually strut around shirtless in public, but the heat demanded it, and it felt good to do so. I wanted to feel free and sexy. Not that there were many people around to see. I was walking past the row of college bars. Things were pretty dead this afternoon. I saw one of the staples of Bar Row was open, The Pit. I’d been in there just a few times. It was more of a Townie bar, though the college students would certainly go in on weekends. The front of the bar was open to the street, and most of the seating was at the bar itself. I saw a few people sitting there drinking. One guy caught my attention. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with sneaker; his clothes had some paint stains on them. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair under a baseball cap. I think his name was Henry, and I’d met him a few months earlier through a friend of mine. Henry was a Townie, and he’d fucked my friend Jared during the school year. He saw me on the sidewalk and waved, then motioned me to come up to the bar. I hesitated. He motioned again, and I took a few tentative steps, not sure about going into the bar. Did I need to put on my shirt? What if they wanted ID? “How’s it going?” He asked as I got closer. “Good. Just walking down to the store.” “You’re Jeremy, right?” “Yeah. You’re Henry, right?” He grinned. “So you remembered me? I didn’t expect that.” He motioned to the bartender. “He needs a beer.” I froze, figuring this was where I got tossed out. “What are you drinking?” I answered and an icy bottle appeared in front of me. Henry pushed the little pile of dollar bills closer to the edge of the bar, and the bartender took some out of it. Seems any paying customer is welcome on a slow day. Henry and I made some idle chat while sharing a beer. Then he ordered us a pitcher. Henry wasn’t a great conversationalist. He was a local painter, never been to college, and had lived most of his life in this area. He didn’t travel much, except down to Key West a couple of times to “check things out.” He did talk about some resorts he went to that “were really hot and a lot of fun.” He was giving off subtle signs he was interested. Hr brought up my friend Jared, who had introduced us. “Jared’s a lot of fun once he relaxes,” Henry said grinning. “You two ever play together?” The question caught me off guard. I didn’t even talk about what I do sexually with someone else. I felt awkward and exposed by the question. I probably blushed. “We’ve played around a bit.” Henry grinned. “Probably not the way I’ve played with him. I think Jared learned a few new things.” That sent a thrill though me. Jared and I had had sex several times, usually after being out on the weekend. But we’d also shared a couple intentional nights where we explored together. He’d been the first person to fuck me. Only a couple guys had done it since. There was something about Henry that Jared had tried to tell me about. I knew they’d had sex a few times while I was dating someone briefly. Something about it had surprised Jared, and kind of bothered him, but he wouldn’t say what it was. “Did Jared tell you I am poz?” I froze for a moment. “No. He didn’t.” “Ah. I thought he might have. It spooked him at first, even left my apartment the first time I told him. But he came back. Once you get past all the stories about it, you realize you can still have a lot of fun.” I didn’t answer, unsure what to say. I’d always been told to avoid it, not to hook up with someone who was poz, that condoms were essential for sex, even when giving a blow job. I’d tried using them for a blow job, and it was totally awful — I decided it was worth the risks to suck a bare cock. At one point Henry slid off his stool to go the restroom, running his hand across my abs as he did so. I didn’t pull away. He was probably twice my age, but something about this was alluring. I’d never been in this situation before, and there was something about it that made me tingle. I also had to pee, so I took the opportunity to follow him toward the restroom. It was a dingy, smelly trough in the basement. Henry was standing there finishing up, shaking his dick vigorously. He looked over at me and grinned. He shook it again, letting me see the head. I was definitely feeling the beers and just stared at his cock as I stood at the trough and pulled out my own. “You like what you see?” He asked. I hesitated. What do I say? This isn’t how I’ve met guys in the past. Sure I’d snuck peeks at guys dicks at the urinal before, but never so obviously, and no one had ever asked me that question in the bathroom. “It’s okay, college boy. You should like it.” Henry stepped closer, and my hand automatically reached out to feel his dick. It was semi hard. A thrill went right through my body. The door creaked and Henry stepped away immediately. Another guy walked in, loudly proclaiming his need to pee. Henry zipped up and walked out as I struggled to hide my hardon. It took me a minute before I could pee with it. When I went back to the bar, he was back having his beer. “Finish your beer and then we’ll move on?” He suggested. “I have some beers at my place.” My heard starting racing. He wanted to take me back to his place. I wasn’t naïve or stupid. I knew what this was. My cock was hard again. I hadn’t had sex in weeks and was feeling super horny. Henry had fucked Jared a bunch of times — he must be good if Jared kept going back. And now I wondered how soon Jared had known Henry was poz. It made be nervous knowing that, and I should probably say “no thanks.” But I couldn’t muster those words. Standing there in just my shorts and flip flops, shirt tucked into my shorts, I wanted to see what would happen. His hands reached up under the leg of my shorts and started caressing the inside of my thigh. I got super nervous that the bartender would notice, but no one was watching us. “Did Jared tell you I have a thing for gingers? I’d asked him about you a few times.” I didn’t know either of those things. “Let’s get going, college boy. I have something I’ve been wanting to give you for awhile.” [If you’re enjoying the start of the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to inspire the story.]

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Some of the comments here are just demeaning and entitled. You don't have a right to another man's dick. Even if you are fucking him. Don't like it? Move on without judgement or kink shaming. I'm a bottom. I love BDSM and M/s play. It's also INCREDIBLY difficult for other guys to get me off. As if it's an over stimulation that doesn't quite hurt, but certainly overloads my body's nerves and shuts things down. I don't hate having guys play with my dick, but it gets to be too much or exhauting fast. Good thing I love being fucked. But I do have a huge libido. And I do jerk off 3+ times a day, every day, and have since I was 9. So what chastity does for me is builds that anticipation and pressure. All while focusing my thoughts on my master or whoever holds the key. Both psychologically and physically it's like having their hand wrapped around my cock and controlling it. Delaying my orgasm and keeping me horny and in anticipation to be used by them. It's a total mindfuck. Especially if you go long term. I don't see myself as "unmanned" or any sexist bull like that. It's an obedience and training method no different than a collar or hood in pup play or sports gear or chains and rope. The dom gets off on the power trip. And I get off on surrendering and being used. Like any good sex, we EACH get to share in what we want. I don't want a guy messing with my dick unless it's BDSM because it's just too much for me. So chastity works wonders as a happy middle ground where I can have constant, low level stimulation in the background. And he gets a mindfucked fucktoy to use whenever he drops his pants. Don't judge other's kinks unless you understand, and have experienced them, first.

Word had been spreading about me in my town but thankfully my identity had been kept secret. I had started secretly giving blowjobs and getting fucked through the hidden gloryhole in our bathroom at the local mall. It first started with one or two times but it grew into more. Being 18 and a freshman in college I felt out of place among all the upperclassmen. I also felt out of place among the other freshmen as well. Growing up my red hair and smallish frame got me picked on so i didn't make friends easily so i mostly kept to myself. Knowing I was gay and saw how the world looked ay the gay community just made me stay to myself even more but it didn't stop me from wanting to glance at the older guys in the gym showers and in the locker room. A few times I got caught looking but it was passed on just by a young guy wanting to see what an older guy looks like. From what I learned from what I saw in porn I have been using anything I can to re-create everything I had been seeing. I started using my hairbrush handle and when I felt I was ready for more I started looking for bigger things to put up my ass. I found a porn shop that had been far enough away from my college so I wouldn’t be noticed and found a few sizes that would do great things to my ass and make me ready for real cocks. When I felt I was ready, that's when I started leaving notes in parts of the school that only guys would see and told them that there is a time and place if they wanted to have a private release during the day. I had two free periods during the school day that were meant for studying but since I already had as much work as I could do I used those periods waiting in the bathroom stall for anyone who saw my notes and wanted to have some fun. The stall next to me opened up and I waited hoping this was the first of many to show up. Sure enough there were two soft knocks on the wall like I asked so it wouldn't be heard and I was excited for this. I lifted the panel keeping the hole hidden and as soon as I did there was an enormous cock with a thick head at the end. I had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches thick with a thick bush of black pubes. I licked my lips in wanting but then i saw written on the tip ass only no suck. I was upset that i couldn't taste it but i was more than happy to spread my cheeks and set myself on what was offered to me. I could hear the softest groan coming from the stall and knew this was going to be fun. The rhythm picked up as I got more and more used to his length and girth making it much harder to stay quiet for the both of us. The guy I guess heard me whimper louder and louder with him going faster making his balls slap loudly on my ass. We had to stop when we heard someone walk into the stall on the other side of mine. In fear I could feel the guy starting to pull out of me without filling my ass with his cum until we both heard the double knock on the wall and I began to feel him push back in. I lifted the second panel and there was a cock that wasn't as long as the one that was pumping into my poop chute but was thicker. Thankfully on the tip of this new member was written suck and swallow. I opened my mouth as much as i could and took as much down my throat. With all my practice at home with various objects I was able to take the whole thing without any issue thanks to not having a gag reflex. Whoever had their cock in my throat was loving it because he moaned loudly when I took the whole thing on my first try. I sat there as this guy fucked my throat without any mercy as the did the guy fucking my ass. Being pounded at both ends felt more amazing than everything I have ever experienced in my life. I couldn't think of any better way to lose my virginity than having two guys at once taking it on each side for the first time. I could feel it when both of these hung stallions were getting close to filling me up with their mature seed. I pushed back to make sure that the guy fucking me was as far inside of my ass to unload everything into it without wasting a drop as well as the guy i was sucking so i could swallow everything offered to me. The school bell rang signaling the first of my free periods were over and They slammed into me at the same time making me moan so much it brought them both overboard. I felt both cocks expand so much and unload everything into my body. I kept up my swallowing so I didn't lose any of the cum being poured into my throat. When both guys were finished and pulled out I set the toilet paper panel back down so neither of them had a chance to look in and see me. The guy who fucked me was the first to leave and shortly after that the guy i was sucking left too leaving me in my sex haze and i took the time to finger out the cum leaking from my un virgined and leaking hole to taste it. Once I ate all the cum from my hole I was hungry for more and felt empty without another cock inside of me. Once the warning bell went on signaling that everyone was supposed to be in class that's when i heard the double knocking coming from the stall that the guy who fucked me had just vacated so i was excited to know what was coming up next.

I was traveling for work and was in a hotel on my own. As soon as I checked in, I noticed the elevator didn't need a keycard and I was in the middle of the gay district. My cock immediately started to grow. My meetings weren't until 3:00 PM, so I pretended my flight was delayed so I could have the morning/mid afternoon to myself. Logging on to Grindr, I located a guy in my hotel - 32 feet away. He looked good from his pics, mid-30s, top, fit, Spanish tall (like me), and hung thick uncut. So I thought 'Okay, let's do this'. I asked him if he was into raw. His reply was "Only," so it was on, giving him my room number. Pulling on my red 'Nasty Pig' jock, I left the door ajar, positioned myself ass-up and awaited his arrival. When I heard the door open, I turned and immediately noticed his height. Now, I'm 6"4' so usually everyone is shorter than me, so I don't really notice height unless the guy is exceptionally tall. In this case, however, he was so tall I immediately thought 'Damn, he's tall as fuck'. I also noticed he was even better than his photographs had suggested. My nine inch cock got rock hard and was now sticking straight of the jock strap. I heard the hot sound of his belt unbuckling, and his jeans hitting the floor. He immediately started eating my ass, the scruff from his beard burying into my cheeks while his tongue borrowed into my hot pink hole. Although my hole is always quite tight, he readily opened me up. While I was nervous about taking his thick piece, he had left my ass wet and slick, so when he him pull off and start to tease my ass with his big purple head, I begged him to slide in. The only thing on my mind was that big mushroom squirting its load in my guts. He entered me slowly - I told him I wanted to feel every inch. I could even feel his head slip out of its hood straight into my hole. His precum and spit was all the lube we needed. He fucked me so hard and deep I could have cum without touching myself. He made me pull apart my cheeks so he could get even deeper. Every thrust hit my g-spot and I was in ecstasy. I was doing all I could not to cum, and he was milking my prostate so much that I was leaking precum like I never had before. At one point the bed was so wet from my precum he actually thought I had cum. Several times he made me lick my own precum and share it with him in a kiss. We fucked for probably 30 minutes in all different positions. My raw ass was his and he could have it any way he wanted. He would now and then pull out and feed me his cock so I could taste all the ass juices and his precum, and then tell him to kiss him with it. After a while, his beard was glistening with all the saliva, ass juice, and precum from both him and me. Finally, I could feel him getting close. He started in that ryhthm which tells the bottom he would soon feel ropes of cum blow into his guts. This guy, however, was definitely in charge, and demanded I beg for his load, demanding I tell him how much I wanted to be knocked up, have his babies in my ass. Finally I pulled my ass cheeks apart so he could breed me deep, he shook slightly, at which point I felt a river of sperm spurt into my insides. His load was feverishly hot, and I could feel every spurt. I was going wild, thrusting and pushing back to suck up every drop. As he came down from his orgasm he lay on top of me, shaking, as my ass continued milking his cock to the last drop. He pulled out and I could feel a solid trail of sperm dribble down my leg. He slapped my ass, commenting it had been an amazing fuck, and moved to dress. Getting up, I thanked him, and learning we would both be at the hotel another day, I gave him my extra key card, telling him I wanted every drop of cum his balls could produce. Smiling, he accepted the key card and stepped into the hallway, shutting the door behind himself - but not all the way.... ?

Really? One of the first things legal analysts look at, in close decisions of the Court, are the concurrences and dissents. Lots of people will be focused on the actual decision, but concurrences and dissents, especially when several justices join in them, can be extremely helpful in predicting the direction the Court will be moving. Back when the liberals plus Anthony Kennedy could make up a majority (especially on LGBT issues), the foaming at the mouth dissents from Justices Alito, Thomas, and Scalia were predictable rants about how the founders (or the people who wrote the Civil Rights Act of 1964, for that matter) could not possibly have meant to protect anything related to LGBT people, and thus any "right" to same-sex anything was constitutionally invalid. Thomas is still very up front about that position. He noted in his concurrence in Dobbs that the Court should re-examine not only Roe, but Obergefell (same-sex marriage), Lawrence (consensual private sodomy), and even Griswold (contraception). How is it "fearmongering" or "paranoia" when the senior-most Justice on the Court has written in plain English that he would vote to overrule those cases if given the opportunity? After all, for right-wing Christianists, "marriage" is a sacrament instituted by God, not a legal arrangement between two adults. Thomas would vote to overturn Obergefell in a heartbeat - he's made clear his judicial philosophy is that if a prior decision of the Court is wrong, the Court has the duty to overturn it, no matter how much it may upend life for ordinary Americans. Alito has a similar view. Kavanaugh and Barrett haven't gone THAT far, yet, but they've also made it clear they're not opposed to overturning precedent even when it's well established, and Gorsuch may or may not be willing to join them. At this point, Chief Justice Roberts is almost an afterthought; he's in favor of precedent but there are (as we saw this month in Dobbs) five votes to ignore precedent entirely if they care enough about the issue. When Hillary Clinton said, point blank, in 2016 that voting for her was the only thing that could save Roe, she was right. Some of your misogynistic twits are apparently perfectly okay with the result; all I can say is, wait till it's your turn.

Oh, definitely for me as well. Started out with condoms, squeaky clean holes, and smooth fit bodies to evolving to being a nearly totally uninhibited, raw, BB nasTy dirTy enhanced sex Pig. Much prefer it this way!

Here is the sixth part of my story. The next chapter, part 7, will most likely be the final one of this series. Don't worry, I've already started planning a new one, which I'm sure you will enjoy just as much, maybe even more. Stay tuned! ____________________________________ Part Six – Special Treatment I spent a lot of time, couldn’t even tell you nearly how much, in and out of consciousness after passing out. I can recall feeling very hot, and cold, and hot again. My head was always spinning, my body on fire, and there was always something in my ass fucking me or filling me with fluids. I had completely lost myself to the splashing and squishing sounds and feelings of the rubber, piss, sweat and cum I was bathing in, getting thrown around, pinned down and violated blissfully. My nerves were so fired up my brain was overloading with pleasure, and I wasn’t me anymore, I could only picture myself as a white fiery ball of ecstasy, and my ass hole was the at its center. I don’t know how much time had passed before I could come out of my trance just enough to realise that Daddy was standing beside me while I was still getting fucked, laying on my back and coming out of yet another black out. I looked up and saw a black rubber figure standing over me and pounding me. There was someone else than Daddy having their way with me, and I was slightly drawn back to reality. I was still feverish, but also high as fuck, in the same black rubber room, but now I could see several people around me, all dressed in rubber fetish gear, with a few leather-clad silhouettes here and there. Apparently, Daddy had called a party down there while I was passed out at some point earlier, and I was the center of attention. The man pounding my ass was completely covered in rubber and I couldn’t see his face. As I focused on him, I noticed there was a biohazard symbol, black matte against the black shiny suit, on his chest. I looked down and could see he was fucking me bareback, and I felt relief. I heard Daddy speak. “Looks like my boy is coming out of it. You ok, boy?” I could hear some light chatter and a few laughs around me. “Huh, huh...” was all I could muster. Daddy could see I had a puzzled look on my face. He smiled. “I thought I shouldn’t be too selfish, a new fuck toy with the fuck flu is such a rare occurrence that I couldn’t keep you all to myself. I brought the party down here and called a few more friends to show you off a little. My buddies here will take turns warming up their dicks with your flaming hot hole and fill you with a few more strains. Everyone here is poz, so don’t worry, not a single one of these fucks will be wasted. I also have my dear friend doctor Turner here...” Daddy turned around and pointed to a man dressed in a white latex medical uniform designed like it came right out of the 1950’s and made him look like some crazy evil scientist and gestured him to come nearer. “Dr. Turner is going to assist me in monitoring you so that we can get you as high as you possibly can be without risking any permanent damage. You are quite sick young man, and we’re going to make sure you get the right treatment.” He winked at me. “I got the best team together to take care of you. You’ll see.” He laughed for a few seconds. “Dr. Turner is a virologist and will take the opportunity to study your seroconversion and document everything. He will perform various tests and procedures on you with some special equipment. He is one of the top specialists on HIV, and of course, he is himself poz”. While Daddy was introducing me to Dr. Turner, the black figure pounding my ass was still going at it. Dr. Turner got closer to me and seemed to examine me, poking my body in various places with latex gloved hands like a doctor would do with his patient. “I’m very pleased to meet you, young man. Rick here told me a lot about you, it seems like he finally hit the jackpot. If only you knew how many times he told me about his special project of turning a young straight man like you into extreme gay sex. I could never hear the end of it! But now here you are. Rick told me you took to all of it very quickly, less than 24 hours to turn you around. That’s most impressive. You sure you’re straight?” Dr. Turner was teasing me and laughing, gazing upon my sweaty body being fucked mercilessly by a faceless rubber stud while actively seroconverting. “I don’t think I am anymore...” was all I could faintly manage to say. And it was true. As confused, high and tired as I was, I knew I hadn’t thought about women since that first time I saw Rick with his poz buddy, right before my life got turned upside down forever. Everything Rick did to me, the drugs, the sex, the brainwashing, it all made me forget about pussy entirely. Now all I wanted was cocks. Lots and lots of poz, toxic, big, veiny, hard and glistening cocks. My former identity was quickly becoming a distant memory. I was struggling to think about my past. I’m not sure how much time had passed since all this began, but I felt like my life had always been like that. And it was only the beginning. As I was pondering all of this, the rubber man fucking me tensed up and filled my guts with his toxic cum, shooting rope after rope of sweet thick poz juice deep inside me. Dr Turner gently grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away. “Enough for now, we must prepare our patient for the rest of his seroconversion session.” The Doctor snapped his fingers and almost instantly a half dozen guys started moving stuff around. I could barely pay attention as my head was still spinning and I was quite confused because of the fever and the drugs, but soon I saw a medical chair with stirrups being brought near me, and several carts with drawers and all kinds of medical items were pushed all around the chair. A couple of pair of arms lifted me from my rubber bed and before I knew it, I was all lubed up and slipped into a rubber catsuit covering me from head to toe. It was extremely tight and hugging me all over and truly felt like a second skin without any crease or loose part. Rick must have had it made to measure for me. I could feel my body temperature rise quickly as the rubber kept the heat inside, but after a few seconds I could feel air being blown on me by some invisible fan, regulating my temperature and providing relief. I was then installed on the medical chair, legs up in the stirs, ankles and thighs strapped, then my wrists, and finally my torso. In just a few seconds, I was secured and couldn’t move much more than a few millimeters. The air flow was redirected right at me so I could stay cool. The clash between my internal heat against the air-cooled rubber was very intense and unusual, but I loved it. Dr Turner got closer. “We have fitted you with a specially made rubber suit with a few features you might enjoy.” He grabbed something that looked like a needleless syringe at the end of a long tube. “There are several hypodermic ports on your suit that will let us hook you up on an IV so we can feed you nutrients, medicine and, of course, delicious drugs that will keep you awake, high and horny for the duration of this session.” He connected the tube to some metallic button that was on my arm, I could barely see it. I felt a little prick and a cold sensation. “There,” the doctor said, “we’ll fill you up with nutrients since you haven’t been eating anything in a while and likely won't eat solid food any time soon. You should start feeling better very quick. You’ll be a little more aware of what’s happening. On the other hand, I won’t do anything to lower your fever, merely stabilize it. We don’t want you to keep all your senses, after all, don’t we? Ha, ha, ha!” Dr Turner then took a black anesthetic rubber mask and raised it so I could see it well. There was a large rubber tube coming out of it and going to a machine with several gas tanks, meters and what looked like an accordion thingy. I wondered what that was for and what the doctor was going to do with this. He slowly started to lower the mask on my face. His speed was deliberate so that I could take a good look at it. The sight was intimidating, a dark rubber triangle with a hole in the middle, exhaling some unknown gas. I was getting turned on by my own fear and the weirdness of the situation. The mask was finally pressed firmly against my face, forming a tight seal. I tried to breathe but there was no air. I was surprised and started to gasp and struggle. “Calm down, young man, you are very, very sick. That’s why I must assume control of your body functions. Even your breathing will be controlled by me, starting right now.” As he said that, Dr Turner pushed on a lever, and I could hear a loud hiss coming from the machine he was standing next to. The accordion bag quickly inflated and deflated, pushing a rush of air into the mask stuck on my face, forcing me to breathe in. Once my lungs were full, the machine went into reverse and sucked all air from my lungs, just to do it all over again. If I tried to breathe myself, it wasn’t working. I was at the mercy of the machine and couldn’t do anything but let it breathe for me. I felt a rush of heat coursing all over my body against the rubber suit covering me and felt very helpless trying to pull against my bonds holding me firmly in place. While I was trying to get used to the rhythmic forced breathing I was being subjected to, Dr Turner got out of my field of view. Daddy came closer to me and started caressing and squeezing my body tenderly. I was starting to wonder where he was and felt relief seeing him near me. “You look wonderful my boy, hooked to this machine. You enjoy it, don’t you, that complete loss of control, right? Are you starting to understand what it truly means to be my slave? To be owned by me? Aren’t you glad you surrendered your life, body and mind to me? I’m so proud of you boy, so happy I found you. You’re so happy I found you too. With these bonds, with these machines, with my virus, my friends, within your slavery and submission I finally set you free. This is what you’ve been looking for your whole life. You just didn’t know where to look.” Daddy was right. Before I met him, I always knew there was something missing from my life, something I wanted but never knew what it was. I was without purpose and aimlessly going through life, completely lost and desperate. I was finally at my place. I had found my purpose and I didn’t want to change it for anything. Being reminded of this was comforting and Daddy knew it. He would use this in the future to further control me and increase my already complete submission to him. Being his slave, being owned by him, stripped of my freedom, infected with his virus, bound to him by this disease, used as an object with no way out or back to my old life was turning me on like crazy. It was a never-ending source of pleasure and ecstasy. Daddy grabbed my cock and I realized I was extremely hard, which was starting to feel unusual since all the chemicals I was taking prevented erections. The focus was pretty much always on my ass since the beginning and made me kind of forget about my cock. He started slowly jerking me off and precum started oozing out of it. He stopped. Dr Turner came back in my view, holding a clear plastic tube with a latex membrane inside it in front of my eyes to show me. “I think you are familiar with this device, as your Daddy told me. We are going to use it to further our control over your body and extract samples of your sperm throughout your conversion. Will be interesting to measure any changes it will go through. You’re going to enjoy this. No matter what we pump into your system, you will be forced to stay hard”. With that said he got the tube close to my cock, and as it barely touched the tip my cock was swallowed almost violently by the strong suction of the device. It felt amazing and I tried letting out a cry in my breathing machine, but without any control over my lungs I couldn’t manage to make a sound. The base of the tube reached my groin, my cock completely buried in the tube. The tube pulled so strongly I was afraid it would rip my cock off, but just a second later it let go of it, just to swallow it again. And just like that, I was being slowly milked like a cow. So now I was tied up, rubbered up, my breathing machine controlled, and my cock slowly milked, feeling very hot and dizzy due to the fever, at the center of a huge orgy, my legs held wide apart and my gaping and oozing hole in full view and accessible to anyone, feeling totally vulnerable. I tried to take a look around and saw several men having sex in various ways. I saw a black rubber guy fucking some dude in chaps, another pissing in a dude’s mouth. There was someone being fisted on a sling. And that was only in front of me, I could hear a whole lot more coming from the sides and behind me, but I couldn’t move my head to see. The moans and sounds fed my arousal, and I couldn’t wait to get to the next part of my “treatment”. Daddy was standing once again in front of me. He grabbed my thighs and squeezed them hard all over, smiling and moaning. “I sometimes find it a bit paradoxical how much I enjoy a rubbered boy, and how much I hate condoms and safe sex. I wish I could keep you permanently locked into a rubber suit, make you my rubber gimp. You look so sexy, all tight, slick and shiny like that. Maybe at some point I’ll permanently rubberize you. Further erase your identity and truly mold you to my will. We’ll see. But don’t worry, that latex is never getting on my dick, or any dick that will fuck you in the future.” As he was speaking, and as I was picturing myself being locked forever in this latex outfit, I could feel something changing in my breathing. Dr Turner, next to me, was pushing some buttons and my next inhale was different. Poppers! I was fed a massive dose of pure amyl once, twice, and again, and again. Ten massive hits before regular air came back. By the last hit I was seeing stars and flying high. I could feel my hope gaping more than ever and my cock somehow getting even bigger in the milking tube. The rubber on my skin felt electric and I was starting to get desperate to get fucked. I didn’t have to wait long before Daddy buried his cock deep in my ass and started slowly fucking me. “Oh god, my boy, you ass is exquisite.” He didn’t last long before emptying his balls inside me. Being fucked while hooked up to this breathing machine felt very strange and uncomfortable to say the least, as I couldn’t regulate my breathing to match what I was feeling, the pleasure and pain from having a huge dick ramming my hole and stretching my ass muscles and nerves. I just had to let it happen, but it wasn’t easy at all. Daddy got out and Dr Turner took his place. He unbuttoned his rubber trousers and got his massive cock out. I was impressed, he was just as big and large as Daddy. “Time to see what Rick was raving about. You ready?” I tried to reply but was quickly reminded that it was impossible to talk or move so I just let him enter me. His poz cock got in like it was nothing, my ass being already well prepared, stretched out and lubed with lots of poz cum and silicone oil. In under a second the doctor was completely buried inside, and he let out a loud moan. “Woah, your Daddy wasn’t kidding. Your hole is one-of-a-kind warm tight thing. I may have to schedule frequent follow-up appointments for my new patient, young boy. This is a true delicacy.” Dr Turner started picking up the pace but eventually matched the rhythm of the breathing machine so he would go in and out twice with every breath. I could see Daddy behind him fiddling on the machines. A new sequence of popper hits was administered, and I was once again flying with the doctor’s dick pleasuring my hole. I suddenly felt the urge to beg for his poz toxic cum but since I still couldn't talk, there was only a weird guttural moan coming from my throat, ripped out by the breathing machine extracting air from my lungs against my will. “You enjoy your treatment so far, boy?” Dr Turner asked with a grin. “We’re just getting started. I have brought several of my “patients” here with me. Of the top of my head, I’d say we have at least 6 or 7 different HIV strains which will be administered to you, all anally, over the next few hours. I’ll be monitoring your viral load in the coming hours, days and weeks and see what stuck. You’ll become so toxic we’ll have to contain you here forever before you become a public health hazard, boy!” He started laughing while still fucking me. I could tell he was really enjoying this scenario, which was all too real, even if it looked like he was joking. I was enjoying it just as he was. The thought of becoming so toxic I had to be contained was strangely appealing to me and turning me on even more. Daddy was hearing it all and enjoying it just as much. He got close to my ear and started whispering. “That’s right boy, you’re getting exactly what you wished for. We’re turning you into something barely human anymore. A mere object of pleasure, a rubber toxic gimp, a danger to society, a bioweapon I can use to inflict pleasure and pain. The blood and cum I’ll extract from you will be so toxic and dangerous it will attract all the bug chasers and HIV perverts all over the world. You will become a legend. How does it feel, boy? How does it feel to become what everyone normal fears but all the twisted perverts like you and me crave so badly? You are the vessel to all perversion, pregnant with the promised gift soon available to all the sick fucks who want it, either knowingly or not.” All this talk from Daddy and the pounding from Dr Turner got me so turned on that I could feel my dick starting to twitch inside the milking tube as my orgasm was exploding. The machine kept pumping rhythmically like nothing was happening, completely oblivious to my spasms and the cum I was feeding it. It never slowed down, nor picked up speed. It remained steady and pumping, mindlessly ready to collect as many loads as necessary, no matter how I felt about it. As my orgasm subsided, the pounding and the pumping kept going like nothing happened. I quickly got uncomfortable and wanted it to stop, and my Daddy knew it. He got back the machine once again and I soon felt something cold in my arm. Suddenly the breathing machine disengaged, and I could breathe on my own, just in time for a violent cough to hit my lungs, the now familiar sensation of being slammed taking me to yet another high of horniness. “Your fever has gone down a little bit in the last hour, we can try some stronger medicine for your treatment without risk. Enjoy the ride boy, you have a very long session ahead of you.” As my senses were coming back following the slam, Dr Turner picked up the pace and was now going really fast in my ass. I could feel his dick getting larger as he was nearing an orgasm, right before he exploded with a scream and shot rope after rope of poz cum deep inside my guts. As I was getting used to breathe on my own once again, Dr Turner pulled out with a satisfied look on his face, stepped back to the machine, pulled a lever and the breathing machine reengaged, once again controlling my breathing. I realized I really enjoyed the feeling of having no control over my most basic bodily functions and relaxed, letting the machine do its thing. My mind gradually disconnected from what was going on around me. I could hear Daddy and Dr Turner yelling something about forming a line and taking turns, as another rubber man with a bright red biohazard symbol on his chest was taking place in front of me and filled my ass with a new poz cock, satisfying my growing animalistic hunger fed by the slam and another round of popper breathes. Behind the shiny black and red rubber figure I could see at least a dozen guys waiting for their turn, some holding their cock, some jacking off or blowing their neighbor. My pleasure kept growing more and more until I lost track of my thoughts and sensations, riding the very long wave which seemed to have no end.

Fuck yea SIR

I've enjoyed giving and receiving a brutal deep throat fuck. When I do this, I or my cocksucker wears an open mouth gag. That way the feeder has wide open access to the cocksucker's throat. The last time I did this I was on my back on the bed with my head hanging off the edge. My fuck bud strapped the pen mouth gag on me and shoved his cock deep down my throat until his ballls were pressed hard on my nose. He held my head tight and started to fuck my throat. Yeah I was choking and gagging but he kept going and finally he nutted deep in my throat. Man I struggled to breathe especially when he was feeding me his load but it was worth it to see the look of total lust in his face and feel his balls slamming into my nose. Best way to orally milk a man.

That ^ may be somewhat accurate, and it may not, depending on the tightness of the Hole. Most of us know what a toilet "plunger" is, which depends on suction to deal with less-than-pleasant situations. Since that dependability is not available in circumstances like these, the "suction" function should be replaced with displacing certain substances with water under mild pressure, which is then easily dismissed. There may be other variables in play (physiology, etc) - but it's worth being sure, rather than "just enough". Nothing is more off-putting than discovering - midway into the fuck - than evidence that an incomplete prep job failed to achieve the intended result. Shallow prepping may not be appropriate 🙄

Guy literally just left, he put a hot wet cum lode in my hole. In and out, I usually prefer more than that, but whatever, will take it how I can get it

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kjGJdwwpMi4a I'd love this porn star, would love to take his load!

As soon as we got to his room, Boots threw me face down on the bed and plunged in hard, Loz and Rat’s cum squelching between us and soaking his Y-fronts. “Arhg, Boots!” I sighed as we bounced on the mattress. “You like it, eh, Rabbit?” “Fuck yes!” He sped up, and soon pumped more cum into me. When he pulled out, I span round to clean him but he palmed me away, pulling his Y-fronts off and wiping his cock with them. “Damn, how do you stay hard like that?” “Just do. Can cum at least three times before I go down. But tonight I’m just gonna sleep in you and fuck again in the morning.” With that he hauled the blankets up, slid in behind me and eased in as we fell asleep. True to his word, I was woken when he started plunging into me. I just whimpered, clamping and wriggling on his shaft. It wasn’t long before I was taking my fifth load of spunk since last night. He got up, wiped his cock on yesterday’s Y-fronts and tossed them to me, “Souvenir,” he smiled, and quickly dressed. I sniffed the pants then pulled them to head upstairs for breakfast. “Great wankpants, there, Rabbit!” Rat grinned, and groped me as I went past. “Hmmm, still wet.” He licked his smiling lips and headed out. Once we’d eaten, Boots let me out by the shop, giving me a hard deep kiss on the way, “See you later, Rabbit!” he called after me and I practically floated back to halls. As soon as I got in my room, I stripped to my new pants and pulled my aching balls and rigid cock through the Y like they’d showed me. It took only a minute or so for me to soak them with my own load. Needless to say, I didn’t get much work done, but there were no assignments due. I wore my wankpants for the rest of the weekend, only showering on Monday morning before lectures. At GaySoc on Tuesday, Russell droned on about something about age of consent and legal shit, but I wasn’t paying attention – I could smell Keith’s sweat and just wanted to get in his pits and on his cock. When we got to the bar, I couldn’t help openly sniffing him. He looked at me a bit awry but I just smiled at him. As we finished our second pint, I leaned closer and said, loud enough for the rest of the group to hear, “Let’s go to my room so you can fuck me.” His face went beetroot, but I saw his bulge twitch and nudged him when I stood up, “Well, you cumming or not?” He scrambled after me and five minutes later we were on my bed, my face in his pits and his cock in my arse. Luckily, I’d managed to use the shower to douche earlier, but it had been awkward. There was a letter from my mum in my pigeon hole the next morning – they were visiting at the weekend and we were going for dinner for her birthday. I’d planned to go to the club Friday, but figured it’d be a bad idea. Turned out, the visit gave me a chance to get some new clothes. I told them I needed jeans, T-shirts and boots for the machine shop classes starting after reading week and they were only too happy to buy them. When they left I had two pairs of jeans (one black, one blue,) two polo shirts (black with yellow detail, and dark blue with white,) and a respectable pair of work boots. When the next Friday came round, it was the start of reading week. I had quite a bit of catching up to do, so planned to go to the club then work the rest of the week. I got myself ready – douche but no shower – and pulled on the wankpants (now significantly more cum-stained,) blue jeans and polo and the new boots. I’d been wearing them all week to get used to them and make them look less perfect but they’d given me blisters and my feet ached. I hoped Boots could help me break them in. It was chilly, so I threw on my green canvas snorkel-parka and headed to Boots’ shop. “Just a minute!” he called from the back. “It’s Rabbit!” I called back, and he practically ran to let me through to where he was working on a nasty looking pair of high heels. He sniggered, “Yeah… But that’s the job and these aren’t the worst things girls put on their feet.” He bundled be up in a hug even before I could get my parka off. He got back to work and I sat chatting while he finished off. “I got my parents to buy me jeans, shirts and boots.” “Yeah?” he was intent on his work, but still listening. He looked up when I took off my parka and hopped off the stool so he could see me full length. “Oh, nice. How are the boots?” “Uncomfortable. I’ve got two blisters on each foot.” “You’re wearing them wrong, or they’re not quite the right size. We can do something about that. I’ve got some of those boots and they’re good. You’ll have to learn to care for them, too, ‘cos I ain’t doing all the polishing.” He stabbed me with his eyes wearing a twisted grin, then went back to the shoe. I sat silently watching him work. I realised the odd tangy smell he had under his sweat was glue and shoe-leather. A few minutes later, he tied a tag on them and I followed him through to the shop where he slid them into a rack with a load of other women’s shoes. A second rack had men’s shoes and boots. When he turned to look at me, there was a concerned look on his face, “There’s just one problem…” he said as he came towards me, then he scruffed my hair and laughed. “You look so worried. Gotta do something with this.” “Whoh…” I realised I’d been holding my breath at least since he’d said ‘problem.’ “I wanted to shave, but I’d make a mess of it.” “Come on…” he turned on his heel and left the shop. When I went out, he was standing outside the barber’s next door. We went in and he called out, “Oi! Blades! Got space for a shave?” The two barbers looked round – a plump skinhead, and slim punk with black spiked hair, both a bit shorter than me. “Yeah, take a seat. This the lad you been harping on about, then?” Boots smiled at me, “Rabbit, this is Clipper and Blades.” He indicated the punk and skin in turn, each nodding to me. Blade was snipping away at a guy in his 50s and Clipper was working on a punk with dye and bleach and who knows what. The guy already waiting got seen next for a quick trim, then I sat up in the chair. Blades quickly clippered off my hair then wrapped hot damp towels round my face and head, patting them down. I watched him deftly hone and stop a straight razor, then work up a bowl of lather with his brush. Removing my face towel, he lathered me up and swiftly got rid of my stubble, all the while stroking my cheeks and neck. It was intensely erotic and I was getting uncomfortably hard in my jeans. He slapped a very cold towel on me, then standing behind, lightly slapped my cheeks a few times. He repeated the same on my head, until I was completely shorn. He whipped off the bib and set about cleaning his kit while I looked at myself in the mirror. Then he did the mirror round the back of my head, thing and said, laughingly, “Can I get you anything for the weekend, sir?” and winked at me in the mirror. “Er… No, that’ll be all, thanks. How much…?” he waved the question away and I hopped down to let the next customer in. Outside, I stroked my scalp and felt the breeze over the smooth skin. I was grinning like mad when I went back in to Boots shop. When he finished the brogues he was re-soling, he took me through to the back stairs and stroked my head and face before giving me a long deep kiss. “It’s a while before the shop shuts so go up to the den and get some tea going.” He kisses me again and I headed off upstairs. “Oh,” he called after me, “go see Rat next door, he’ll sort you out with bleachers, then get your boots and socks off and put some salt and vinegar on your blisters. It’ll hurt, but they’ll dry up nice and fast.” I ducked through the back door to the clothes shop and Rat nearly fell of his stool behind the counter, “Rabbit?!” “Hi, Rat. Boots said to come get sorted with bleachers.” Once we’d found a pair that fitted, and a pair of light blue braces, I went up to the den with instructions to wash the jeans in the bath. When I came out of the bathroom, Loz was making tea and getting dinner. He looked me up and down and smiled, “Well, well, ain’t you the fast worker.” He grabbed a shallow enamelled gazunder, dumped some salt and vinegar in it and poured water from the kettle in, “Get your feet in that, Boots’ll deal with the rest.” I took the gazunder, and a mug of tea, into the den and bathed my blisters in the stinging water. Rat came in while later with a skinhead I didn’t know. He was a couple of inches shorter even than Rat, and a bit podgy, “Oi! Rabbit, this is John. How are the jeans?” “Hanging over the bath to dry.” Rat was already stripping to his wankpants as the new bloke sat down. “Let’s go see.” I followed him to the bathroom and he had me strip and put the wet jeans on, then sat me on the hearth in front of the fire in the den to dry faster, “We need to get bleach on these tonight if you’re going to wear them Sunday night.” “What’s Sunday?” I asked, turning to warm the back of my legs. “Special night at the club. Skins, punks, rudies, all sorts really. It’s ska, reggae, twotone, northern soul and stuff.” “All gay?” “Nah. But all friendly. The NF fake skins and their mates wouldn’t dare come.” Just then, Boots came in carrying a bundle of boots by the laces and some socks. “How’s the feet?” “Bit better.” He dropped the boots by the fireside chair and the socks at my feet, “Put the thin ones on then the heavy ones over the top and over your jeans, and try your boots on. Won’t be a mo.” He went off to the kitchen, returning with tea and a cloth drawstring bag. As he sat in the fireside chair, he nodded at my boots, now laced up on my feet, “Better?” “Much, but don’t think I want to be wearing them much for a few days.” “Don’t worry about that,” he laughed, “we gotta get them polished up yet. Might as well get them off. You need a pair of rough boots.” We spent about half an hour trying on the boots he’d brought in until I’d chosen a comfortable pair I liked the look of – these had cleats up the sleeve instead of eyelets, which I thought looked the business. “Grub up!” Loz called from the kitchen, and we all piled in for a bowl of stew. After food, Loz, Rat and John headed down to the club, “Take it you two will be bust up here tonight,” Loz smiled at us. “Yeah,” Boots nodded, “boots to shine and jeans to bleach.” “OK. I’ll buzz if we need you,” and he left. We sat by the fire that evening, Boots showing me how to polish my boots. Warming the old polish over a candle to wipe it off, melting in new polish, brushing and buffing, then just a thin layer, brush and buff. I’d gone over the rough boots and my new ones twice each an hour or so later when Rat came in. “Those jeans dry yet?” he said, stripping. “Yeah, pretty much,” I told him. The three of us headed to the bathroom and Rat showed me how to wet areas of the denim and put bleach crystals on to make a pattern. I went for a wide white streak over the bum seam, with drips going down the back of the legs, and random patches on the front and lower down the back. It tok another hour before they were hanging over the bath drying off. Rat disappeared again and Boots and I went back to polishing, drinking beer, having a spliff and listening to music until the others came up at the end of the evening.

Part 4 I had just finished cleaning up Jake's cock. I did a better job this time not clanking his PA on my teeth. While the taste wasn't terrible, it did leave a funky taste in my mouth. Jake brought me another beer to kill the taste of my ass (my count Jake called it) but it had a weird taste all its own. I gulped it down quickly and Jake said good boy. My mind was a disorganized mess. I knew I should be upset at what had happened but yet I didn't refuse. I didn't consider myself gay but I did enjoy parts of it. His cock did feel good inside of me and that messed with my head. What the hell is wrong with me? He kept calling me "boy" which kinda made me laugh because although he never asked me for my name, which is Boyd, my nickname was boy growing up. While I was trying to think about this, the room seemed to spin again and I also got sleepy again. Must be the warmth of the fireplace. Jake kept himself busy for a bit, texting, trying to get ready for something? but I really couldn't concentrate. Jake seemed to notice I was fading a bit and said "time to get busy boy". I was still on the big bed and Jake just plunged one of his thick calloused fingers back into my backside. I yelped a bit and Jake covered my mouth with his again and said shhhh boy. Let daddy work his magic again. What I felt again was that burning in my ass which was really sore from his first go at me. I got really warm after that and the burning stopped. Jake said my count has really closed up but it was sucking his finger in. He hit that spot inside which made me quiver again. He added his second finger after applying more of that burning lube inside me. Seems like the more lube he added, the more I liked his fingers invading me. Once again I was pushing back on his fingers to get more inside me. Jake's fingernails seemed a bit sharp and felt like they would scrape and cut into me once in awhile. That definitely didn't feel so good. Jake said I was opening up good but this time he had me roll on my back. He he kissed me passionately and his scruffy face was turning me on against my smooth face. In a way, Jake was the man I always wanted to be. He was handsome, scruffy, confident, hairy, and he definitely had a big thick dick. He pulled another two syringes out of his side table and said he wanted us both to feel good. I objected as I said that I couldn't do drugs as I got tested being on the college wrestling team but he said not to worry about that because it was vitamin T, just a natural endorphin. I really didn't know what vitamin T was and he quickly tied off my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and he drew out a bit of blood. He looked down at me and smiled again and said "ready to blast off kid? I was about to answer when he emptied the contents of it into me and pulled off the tie. Immediately I started coughing and felt short of breath. My heart rate shot up and I felt flushed. I managed to catch my breath but then I felt incredibly euphoric and horny. Jake repeated the process on himself and coughed a little bit too. His eyes looked so dark. He lifted up my legs onto his broad shoulders and shimmied up close between my legs. He spit on my ass but he had put a fresh dip of Copenhagen in his lip and fuck did that burn! Jake said dipspit makes the best lube and I was gonna find out. He teased my hole with the head of his dick. Putting pressure on it but not really penetrating. It was driving me crazy. I knew I shouldn't want him to be inside but my cunt as Jake called it was wanting it bad. He spread my legs apart and kept a steady pressure on and he skin rolled back and his head gained entry. It didn't hurt as bad as the first time. He was using short little thrusts and sinking more into me each time. Wasn't long before I felt his wooly bush up against my ass. He just stayed there a few minutes and I felt him flexing inside of me. He changed the angle a bit and was brushing against something inside of me that made me quiver each time. I loved that feeling and started meeting his thrusts to make that quiver stronger. He let my legs drop down and I felt his hairy chest on my smooth on and his tongue invaded my mouth like his cock was invading my ass. I was in sensory overload. I was moaning in his mouth. His sweat was falling on me and I was also aware of his personal scent. It was masculine like him. It just turned me on more. He started picking up the pace and really jackhammering into me. My cock stayed semi hard but I was leaking clear precum which I had never really done before. He said " boy you have a real good cunt on you and if you are lucky I will have you pregnant by morning". I thought that was an odd comment as guys can't get guys pregnant. The sensations he was giving me was very intense and I started tingling inside. I felt an impending orgasm and just as I started it, my ass clamped tight around his cock and I started shaking. He got close to my face as I was orgasming and yelled down at me "Boy do you want my seed to make you pregnant tonight". I yelled back at him Yessir make me pregnant with your seed and he went through his own convulsing on top of me and inside of me. It took a bit for us to calm down after that, we were glued together by our sweat and my cum. His seed was deep inside me. I didn't hear anything but by the door, I heard a voice I recognized saying "Looks like I got here at the right time".

A patient of mine suggested I should share my stories more widely, so I thought I'd try. This is what happened to me recently. I have more stories, if you like this. Hungry Cocksucker Carlo messages me pretty regularly, and luckily, about once every fortnight or so, we're able to meet up. He's an exceptional cocksucker, although he's not much for guys cumming in his mouth. Tonight, he messaged me at about 21:45, just as I was relaxing, and enjoying a toke or two of a joint. He asked if he could come over, and of course I said yes. About fifteen minutes later, he was at my door, announcing his hunger in his WhatsApp message. "I here. Pls fast I need suck." I'm not sure if I actually understand anything he tells me, either over text or in person. He's from South America, then spent time in Italy. English is his third language, and it shows. I went down and got him. Within thirty seconds of closing the door to my flat, he was on his knees, struggling to get my fly open. I'm not sure I've ever seen him this needy, and I pushed down my jeans and underwear, letting my cock free. I leaned back and let him go to work. As always, it felt amazing. His warm mouth nursed my dick and his tongue flicked across my slit, teasing me to stiffness. He took his time sucking me, pausing every few minutes to smoke a little bit of crystal from his pipe. Carlo isn't one of my clients; he's just a guy I play with on a regular basis. Still, he reminds me of many of the men I do work with with how much of his life revolves around his cock hunger and drug use. I'm not sure if he's ever serviced me sober, and of course, I've helped him get high many times. Tonight, he needed no urging from me to suck my dick or hit the pipe, and soon we were both enjoying a great blow job. I was in my favorite chair, and he was kneeling in front of me, bobbing up and down on my dick. Occasionally, we'd pause, long enough for him to smoke some, and for me to enjoy another toke. Then we'd both do some poppers, and he'd return to servicing me. We lasted a little under an hour, but then he needed to head home. As always, I was disappointed that I couldn't cum in his mouth. But it was still an amazing blow job. He put away his pipe, quickly got ready, and headed out. I jerked my dick for a while longer, before blowing my load.

Play it by ear and be flexible. You’re into a lot so it shouldn’t be a problem. Every venue has slow nights, but if it’s a place known for having glory holes, you should be able to get some loads. It’s not hard to figure out who are the pig sluts in places like that. No secret codes required.

I suppose it's all relative: I've been sexually active for decades, but what has certainly increased is a thirst for ever-deeper depravities. Years ago, I didn't love to eat loads out of Holes anywhere near as much as I do now. I didn't love an audience as much as I do now. Sure, I'll still do 1-1's at home, but much prefer weekends at the fuckjoints. I like other men to watch me rut/Breed, watch them get hard, take out their Cocks, start jacking, waiting for their turn. I like when other guys start sucking Cocks, rutting in each other, waiting their turns. It's like I've become fairly good at acting out onlookers fantasies, thus enabling, enticing other guys to join in the bacchanal. Inhibitions may be appropriate in some situations, but I can't think of any just now .... tomorrow's Friday - finally. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

Sure did. That's what we're supposed to do, right? <grin> I was in Chicago for Pride, and popped into the bathhouse after I'd missed the last bus back to home. It was more to have four walls around me and not be wandering the city streets alone at night than anything else. I got my locker, and did a little prowling. Met a guy, we fucked in his room, but the lateness of the hour was starting to wear on me. So he let me have his room to rest while he went in search of other adventure. I drifted in and out of sleep on that thin mattress on cement, and the guy came back just before sunrise. He was ready to check out, which meant I had to go also. He took me to breakfast at the Golden Nugget, then down to the beach on Lake Michigan. Cold and windy. I was barely functional. He dropped me off at the train station. I declined to take his phone number, which was probably meaner than I meant it. We parted and that was that. The sex was unmemorable. At least I got a free breakfast and parking out of it.

Have you considered that you're getting older each year... And maybe there's a tendency for older guys to be more bottom? In other words, maybe what's changing is you. Just a theory.

Two experiences come to mind. When i lost my virginity i didn’t really think to use any. I had met a guy in grindr from about an hour away. He had rented a hotel for the night and invited me over, i went. He just flipped me over and fucked me bareback and came inside. The second was a gloryhole experience. Prior to this i had taken raw cocks and loads but didn’t really consider myself a cum slut yet but I credit this moment. This guy followed me from a cruising park all the way to the local abs. He wanted to fuck me and i wanted to fuck him. I switched booths a few times and each time he made sure to take the one next to me. Finally i settled into and he poked his huge cock through. I started sucking him and quickly he pulled away and placed a condom on his cock. i stood up and bent over and wiggled his fat dick in my hole. He gets maybe a solid a pump in and snap! the condom audibly breaks. He knows. I know. Thoughts race through my head. “Should i get off?” “we should stop” yet i stay put. He starts bucking in my hole. His raw cock feels better. His cock felt great but now it feels like ecstasy. Pure, raw ecstasy. He gives me a few more bucks and then audibly cums. I feel his cock twitch and soon mine follows. This was the moment i decided i couldn’t go back to condoms.

Thanks, Close2myBro. No wonder that commentary stirred up (yet another) hornet's nest. Her loose language doesn't really help, other than maybe fire up the base. Still, I've liked her through the years, shooting from the lip. Still, she has definitely "walked-the-walk", along with so many others. As far as I'm concerned, the more citizens that get fired up to VOTE in their primaries and the General in November, the better. In the M.W. vein though, I've voted at two polling places here, and both were staffed mostly by elderly Af/Am ladies. There have been reports in the media that a lot of them are afraid of the hatemongers running amok these days, and have quit their jobs working the polling places. So, I went downtown to the Registrar's office and volunteered to work on primary & election day. They were delighted to accept my offer, and I am awaiting notification of where the training will take place. While I am experienced in local political work, it wasn't here in FL, so I know the various minutia of the rules will be a bit different. I know I can do it, and I encourage any/all of our members to do the same. Remember: the mischief-makers know they're in the wrong, no matter how much bluster they put up. It's not that tough to stand up to blathering idiots.

I can honestly say my experience has been different. My first man was 50/50 versatile and we both enjoyed topping and bottoming, along with kissing. Actually, it led to a 3 month fling, culminating on my 18th birthday and we flip fucked before he told me it was time to try my wings and at his suggestion, I went to the baths. Not to offend others, but when I'm into a man, I'm into the man himself, not his cock or ass and that makes it easy for me to go with the flow. Still, there are times when I need to fuck and times when I need to get fucked. That's me in a nutshell.

Imagine that you hook up with a guy and he insists on playing with your nose because it turns him on and he thinks the nose makes the man. For you, however, having your nose fiddled with is annoying as hell, takes you completely out of your groove and ruins the mood. Can you understand why you might deny him access to your nose?

If you are not going to be civil enough to define the terms of your own argument, then you can hardly be surprised when we dismiss them as irrelevant.

Actually, the largest Protestant denomination in the U.S. is the Southern Baptist Convention, which split from "mainline" Baptists in 1845 over the issue of White Supremacy (the Southern Baptists being entirely in favor of it). They did not acknowledge their role in maintaining slavery and White Supremacy until 2017. So this is not a problem limited to fringe religious groups. In fact, it's important to remember the history of segregation in US public schools and the response to the Court's decision in Brown v. Board of Education. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of private "segregation academies" sprung up across the southern U.S., mostly affiliated with conservative Protestant churches, in order to perpetuate whites-only education. The death knell for most of these schools came when the federal government ruled that a segregated or whites-only educational institution was not entitled to tax-exempt status, and thus all those private schools became taxable entities (and contributions to them could not be deducted by the parents). It was against that backdrop that right-wingers decided to make abortion a central issue for evangelicals. When Roe came out, in fact, most major Protestant churches endorsed it or were at worst neutral on the subject; abortion was seen as an issue that essentially only Catholics cared about. But several politically astute right-wing (and White Supremacist) operatives realized that since evangelicals could no longer use segregation as a rallying cry, abortion would work well as an "issue" to gin up support for conservative Republican candidates. That's how we got Ronald Reagan.

Please tell us what you mean by CRT, because it’s not actually CRT, but in your head, what hobgoblins have you named CRT?

An old HS friend was up here from Florida for pride which his bf from Florida and we had a little get together Friday night. Few people lots of drinks loud music, over all great time. Around 4 am people had left and his bf was passed out from throwing up in the bathroom so it was just my friend and me. I asked him if he had told his bf that we used to fuck back in HS? He said no . I asked why not? He said he’s get jealous. He reminded me of a few of our hookups and the sexual tension was definitely growing in the air. He grabbed my hand and placed it ontop of his dick. I groped it and he moaned out. He pulled me up and I straddled him and we started to grind and make out. I took off his shirt and he took of mine. I asked him what about your bf? He said he’s passed out and we’re just catching up. I pulled out his dick and began to suck him. He turned me around and pulled my dick out and we began to 69. After a few minutes we were both boned and solid. I got on my back and told him to fuck me. He pushed his raw dick inside me and began to fuck me deep and hard, full length thrusts. He was moaining and so was I. I pushed him back and began riding his dick. We heard some shuffling in the bathroom so we froze for a minute but slowly began to fuck again. I pulled hi dick out of me and got his legs on my shoulders and pushed inside his cheating hole. He moaned out how fucking big I felt and so good. He told me to fuck him hard like he fucked me. I fucked his ass and groped his body. He flipped me over and rammed his dick inside me. He wrapped his arm around my throat and told me to beg for his cum in my slutty ass. I moaned for it and begged him to cum inside me while his bf was passed out in the bathroom. Soon I felt his dick start to throb and shoot inside of me. Shortly after he pulled out got up on the couch bent over the back rest and said to return the favor. I got up behind him and slammed my dick in his guts until I flooded his hole. We collapsed on the couch and chilled there. He said he’s gonna go take his bf to bed. Told him I’m crashing on the couch. They went into the bedroom but 30 min later he came back for round 2. So we fucked again.

Totally agree MuscledHorse a well used gaping gash of a mancunt in one to be proud of. Tight and virginal in most definitely not for me.

[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.

It's against Society's rules, yes. It is, however, difficult to come up with any moral argument that holds water as to why it should be wrong.

def. the things i fantasied about when I was in hs or just starting out that figured i would never have the balls to do, or try or be as submissive as I am now. knowing how hard it was too give in and give the first dude head to being a sub dump wit few limits...wow lol

After months of playing purely as a top I almost forgot how how good it feels to be fucked. Got chatting to a guy late last night and arranged a early morning meet. Was in his bed for 7am and riding his cock by 7:15 went to work well stretched and dripping his load. Must not leave it so long next time

I like swallowing, but a facial is really hot too. It depends on how slutty I’m feeling and the vibe I’m getting from the other guy.

Raising his eyebrow in a sly manner, MJ said, "Since we have total privacy in our backyards, there's no need for swimsuits! Besides, it'll give TJ and I a chance to get a closer look at the 2 hot cocks we've only seen on cam before today! There's sunscreen and towels outside, so let's strip off in here! Last one in the pool's a rotten egg!" He was already pulling his wifebeater over his head as the others followed suit. In less than a minute, they were naked and running outside into the pool. TJ stood between his dad and Uncle Matt. He reached his hands down, giving each of their cocks a playful squeeze. "Even this feel was worth the wait!" He said, triumphantly. Just think, later tonight these cocks will be taking our cherries!" Meanwhile, MJ walked around looking at Uncle Ty's firm round butt with a line of hairs in the crack, then at his dad's fur covered ass. "Dad, Uncle Ty, will we be getting a chance to fuck you? Your butts look tasty and fuckable. Thanks to TJ, I love eating ass!" "I know my boyfriend better than anyone and I can speak for both of us when I say it's a sure thing!" TJ said, emphatically. "Your dad's ass tastes as good as it fucks and he says the same about mine!" Taking a serious tone, Matt said, "With all this talk about fucking and taking cherries, we're avoiding or ignoring a serious matter. I'm sure you must've seen our tats and heard the things we say to each other. Surely, you guys have to know what HIV is." "Of course, we do!" MJ replied. "TJ and I discussed it thoroughly and honestly and to be honest, getting the virus from you excites us. You guys are living with it and you're happy, so why not pass it onto us? We've looked in your medicine cabinets and we know you don't take meds. As far as your tats go, those scorpions are fuckin sexy and we can't wait to get our own. Dammit, we're family and we're supposed to share and not just your HIV, but parTying too! Seeing you smoke and shoot up is hot, but what it does to you is way hotter. Again, it's something we need to share with you!" With a hearty laugh, Ty said, "I think our sons might be more like we are than ourselves at their age. Strappingly handsome and sexy to be sure, but more confident and self aware. As far as chems are concerned, I think the 4 of us need to experience every moment of what happens tonight without enhancements." "A wise decision." Matt intoned. "Tonight will be lifechanging for the 4 of us and it requires a clear head. Not to worry, young men, chems are not off the menu and I'm actually looking forward to introducing them to you." "Dad, Uncle Matt, you're totally right" TJ admitted. "Turning 18 makes us men, but we still have much to learn. Having 2 sexy, nasty studs as our teachers is a fringe benefit not many QUEERS have!" Chiming in, MJ said, "Right now, I've never loved the 3 of you more and I'm beginning to see the man I'm meant to be, TJ's boyfriend and lover and at the risk of overstepping, Ty has the potential to be my second father. Hope that's okay dad" "Perfectly okay!" Matt said, hugging his son and his boyfriend tightly. "Ty is my boyfriend, my lover and if you feel the same way for him as you do for me, nothing will make me happier!" TJ shouted, "I want in on this too! Matt, you've always treated me like a son and now, I realize I love you like a dad and since you're MJ's dad loving you means that much more to me!" In an effort to prevent the conversation from becoming fraught with emotion, Matt said, "This morning has been a revelation and an evolution. While unexpected, in the most pleasant way, the 4 of us have become a loving family. I think now is a good time to get out of the pool and absorb it." To be continued

Maybe it's time for that latex body suit...

Sounds like me when I’m on company trips. I always pick the hotel without a key card on the elevator or main floor 😈

Hey Guys.. sorry for the wait but I wanted to make sure this ended as I wanted. Yes... this is the end of the story... Thanks for all the reactions and messages. Hope you enjoy. Whore 14 – A Continuation All the while that Daddy led me forward, cock was the only thing in running through my drug-addled mind... My cunt throbbed with every movement of my pumped-up body down the hallway. The dose of chems rushing through my veins increased the heightened awareness that I was nothing but an orifice for cock. Reaching the dungeon door, Daddy looked down at me. “Fucking spun-out chemwhore...” He laughed, opening the door and pulling me in by my septum. Immediately, the smell of sex hit me and brought me back to first time I was brought in as a piece of property. Daddy continued to pull on my leash and I moved forward into the dimly lit dungeon, my face unable to look about the room as my leash pulled me forward. In the darkness, I recognized the deep growls of lust coming from puppy from what must have been an equally large slam. I paused... “Get the fuck in here!” Daddy yelled, practically ripping the ring through my septum I lurched forward, trying to ease the pain until I felt the leash slacken. “Heel,” I heard Daddy order. I stopped, fell to my haunches in one quick swoop... Dropping to my side on his knees, Daddy held me by my neck and around my waist before moving to my cunt. “Good bitch... Fucking bitch for your alpha.” And with those words, the red hue of the dungeon lights illuminated the room and two figures emerged from the corner, one standing and leading the other on all fours. “Goddamn,” I let out, seeing the muscled grey-haired man before me leading puppy forward. The solidly muscular handsome man tightened on puppy’s leash, clicked his tongue and puppy stood at attention on all fours. “Whore, this is Doc Ian...” Daddy informed me. My chemmed up cunt pulsed... Doc stood in wide stance, his thick veined legs apart. His right hand held a leash leading down to the beast at his feet. With a lustful gaze, my eyes moved from puppy’s collar up the leash held by Doc’s powerful hand to the well-muscled left arm surrounded by a white leather armband. A white leather Master’s harness framed his pecs. His ringed pink tits stood out from thick growth of grey hair on his thick pecs that trailed down past his abs and into the full white leather jockstrap with a solid red cross prominently placed on the pouch containing his cock. I began to moan... wanting to bury my face into his groin. My gaze moved down his solid thighs to marvel at his huge calves filling a pair of white leather boots until I heard Doc speak in a deep voice to Daddy. “So, this is whore? Beautiful... Let’s talk about improvements...” I trembled, looking into Doc’s piercing blue eyes until I heard puppy growl. He remained at attention on all fours kitted out in full pup mode staring at me with a tilted head that was enveloped in a black neoprene puppy hood accented with red to match his gear. His eyes appeared completely black, like a demonic dog guarding the gates of Hell. His front paws, encased in padded leather mitts with red paw prints prominently showing, began to aggressively scratch the floor. I began to moan, knowing that he was in full chem-mode. His harnessed pecs heaved as he raised his snout and took in the scent of my cunt... I was in heat. “Grrrrr,” puppy snarled as his back arched and hips shook the 10” red silicone tail nestled in his cunt. “Steady boy... I know... I know. You’re healed and ready to knot.” Doc chuckled. My own lust took over and I looked up to Daddy with pleading dilated eyes. “Fucking bitch whore...” Daddy chuckled, releasing my leash. “Go on...” The moment I was free, I scurried to puppy. Staying in position, puppy continued to growl as I lowered myself under him. Making my way over his pits, my tongue reached out and took in the salty sweat before moving on past the rib cage. I traced the deep hollows of his muscled abs with the tip of my tongue until I slipped between the musk filled crevice where his thighs met his crotch. My tongue immediately went to his ball sac now dangling loosely from the movement of his hips and began slathering them before I took one of the now golf ball-sized orbs into my mouthcunt. Not satisfied, I let it go and lapped at the wet sac before taking it in again. I moved to take the other one in... causing puppy to howl as the warm juices of my mouthcunt enveloped the pair. I remained there, relishing the taste of the smooth skin of his crotch. Now eyeing the object of my desire, I released the orbs and greedily lapped at the smooth skin as I moved up to the now permanently modified shaft. My wet tongue slid over the thickened base and moved up the sheath to taste the sticky clear fluids leaking from the dark-red head now emerging from it. My cunt ached, studying every inch of his beautifully transformed cock until I needed to taste it... My mouthcunt expanded and I lowered myself over the leaking head as my lips latched onto his sheath. Tasting the stream of pre-cum now escaping his cock, I grabbed hold of his now stretched-out sac and fondled his cum swollen nuts within. I couldn’t contain myself and I began to devour the cock... my sweat and spit splashing against puppy’s strong thighs. But yet, he continued in position with only grunting sounds emanating from his snout and the thickening knot indicating the pleasure he was experiencing. He stared directly into Daddy’s eyes waiting to be given the signal... “Sik!” And with that, puppy pounced... grabbing my head with his paws, he pushed me down and moved into position behind me. Signaling my submission to puppy, I arched my hips and lowered my head as he sniffed my ass and began to chew on my swollen cunt lips before digging into the wet folds of my cunt. “Goddamn, puppy!” I moaned, shoving my cunt against puppy’s snout until he was ready to take me. With a grunt, puppy raised himself onto my back... his dripping cock head now sliding down my ass crack in search of my hungry cunt. Once he felt the fullness of my cunt lips, he began to hump until he was fully in me. “SHIT YES!” I grunted, feeling the fullness of his cock invade me and begin to pulse. Quickly, puppy began to rock back and forth in quick sharp thrusts. “Fucking beautiful breeding stock...” Daddy growled to doc... Over and over, puppy’s assault continued as his knot thickened and I began to moan from each thrust. Recognizing it, I consciously prepared myself while puppy held me tighter and his thrusts grew shorter. I felt his knot swell against my prostate and lock into me... “Shit yeah!” We were now knotted and I wasn’t going anywhere... “FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the contractions in the shaft begin depositing the weeks of contained cum deep within my throbbing cunt. Falling on my sweaty back, puppy began to chew on my neck as the final drops of cum seeped out of his piss slit deep into my bowels. Without thinking, puppy pulled out... “No!” I yelled, feeling my cunt lips stretch and I reached back and pulled him back into me. That’s when an idea came to me... Holding onto puppy’s hips, I raised myself up and leaned back forcing puppy onto his back. Still knotted, I swung my legs over his torso and straddled him. “It’s gonna be a while,” I grunted and settled onto his hips, reminding puppy on his first knotting. “Might as well make the most of it, whore,” Doc Ian growled moving forward, ripping off the cod piece.... his ringed cock now standing at attention. Doc grabbed me by the chin and lifted it up... our eyes locked as he shoved the cock in my mouthcunt, I managed to let out a muffled growl and began working my tongue around the thick shaft. “That’s it, whore... use your mouthcunt to service my cock. You’re nothing but a cunt aren’t ya?” “Uhh Huuh..” I mumbled, my mouthcunt now greedily slobbering to take in the leaking cock. “Fucking cunt whore...” Daddy laughed, “Pay Doc for his services...” “Grrrr...” I heard puppy growl underneath me, watching as Doc slowly began to throat fuck me. “Motherfucker... take it all the way down.” Doc ordered, pushing down even harder causing me to begin gagging. “NO... NOOO!... NOOOOOO!!,” he roared pulling my face to his crotch and holding me tight. Tears welled up in my eyes but I knew this was what I lived for... cock. Remembering my training, I began to breathe through my nose while the pre-cum slick ring of his cock slid down my throat. Holding my head with both hands, he gradually increased his pace... faster and harder until the muffled sounds of my moans filled the air as he invaded my gullet. He continued fucking my mouthcunt with abandon... until his pace shortened and I felt his cock pulse and release volleys of cum down my throat. I heard him cry out... “SHIT YES! FUCKING CUNT WHORE!” I began to milk every last drop out. I remained there for a bit... my mouthcunt savoring Doc’s cock until I felt puppy’s knot begin to contract and slip out of me, releasing part of his load over my cunt lips. Before I could clamp down, I felt puppy’s wet tongue lapping at my cunt and feeding on his own cum. “Fucking feed...” I grunted, enjoying the tongue action against my swollen cum-slick cunt lips. Backing off my cunt, he crawled to face me and stared at me with those black still dilated eyes before crawling to Daddy. “Good boy,” Daddy chuckled, crouching down and petting puppy’s sweat slicked body. “Go on.” With a slap to his ass, puppy moved to Doc’s cock and began lapping at the slick shaft until a torrent of piss escaped. Quickly, puppy latched onto it and took the contents of Doc’s bladder in its entirety. Once he took in the last drops, he was off and settled on the floor next to the bed. “He hasn’t broken character from the moment he was slammed. What do ya think about having a chemmed up pup around all the time, whore?” Daddy chuckled. “You got a good stable here...” Doc said, his cock firmly back in place within his jock, and holding his white leather medical bag. “Let me know when I can be of service again...” Motioning to me, “Throw that one in as part of the deal and we can discuss discounted fees.” “MMMM,” I moaned at the thought as Doc exited. “Yep,” he said, hitting the intercom. “Get in here, now.” In a matter of seconds, the door opened and in walked boy holding a leash that made its way into the hallway. “Present...” Daddy loudly said. The tightly held leash began to slacken as a heavily tattooed body made its way into the dungeon. “HOLY FUCK!” I cried out at the sight of a transformed cunt. “I had some work done on this one too,” Daddy laughed, seeing my reaction. After not seeing cunt for weeks, I gazed at his transformed body. His smooth muscled body was now covered in swirls of black ink covering his body from the neck down. “Wait a minute.” I thought.... “Those tatts...” and I turned to Daddy with a questioning look. “That’s right whore... the same design... the same tattoo artist.” I remained on all fours, transfixed. “Go on, whore.... check him out.” I stood getting my bearings and walked to cunt. He stood there smiling... his leash now attached to a thick silver septum ring that matched mine. Walking up to him, I place my hands on his pecs... “Fuck yeah,” I growled, feeling the increased muscle mass as my fingers moved to the thick rings now firmly in place within his eraser-sized tits. “You’re not the only one cycling,” cunt grinned, checking me out. “Shit, cunt...” I babbled, my hands exploring his taught skin and feeling the hard muscles of his beautiful body. I was always in awe of it, but now... I had to admit...all I wanted to do was worship it... Making my way down, I grabbed hold of the stretched-out bulge of his jock pouch and fondled the overflowing sac. I took hold of the waistband and pulled it down over his strong thighs and dropped to my knees in front of him. “Yes!” I growled, seeing the tatts covering the obscenely engorged sac and impotent cock just sitting there. I couldn’t help it... I began kissing the sac now prominently resting on his thickened thighs. I then took the soft cock flesh in my cuntmouth and sucked at it. I needed cock and I didn’t care... it was cock. “Fuck!” cunt cried out, feeling the warmth of my mouthcunt. I continued on... knowing that I would never feel the hardened shaft of cunt’s cock but he still could provide me with something I craved.... and he did. Warm piss streamed into me as my throat muscles moved with the gulping action and I held onto his hips to steady myself. Finally, the river of tart chem piss began to slow from his cock and I relaxed until the last drops fell on my tongue. I released his flaccid cock and sat back on my haunches with a smile. “Turn around,” I said, half ordering, half begging. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight against my pecs, smiling at the tatts seemingly flowing from my body onto his. I took his now ringed pig tits in my hands and worked them, causing cunt to moan before I moved down to his bulge and held it with both hands. “Fucking love it!” I moaned, kissing cunt’s neck and tracing the tatts with my tongue. My own caged cock and sac rested above his ass cheeks... He began to teasingly move up and down against it. A primeval memory emerged within my brain for a split second before I backed off... and, at the moment, I knew it was the last time I would ever feel that desire to fuck. I smiled and let out a sigh of relief. I ran my hands down his back, lightly tracing every muscle on my way to his ass. I trembled as I held both tatted cheeks in my hands and felt their thickness. Laughing, cunt bent over and spread his ass cheeks... exposing his beautifully erupted cunt lips covered in the swirling design as mine leading into his cunt. I couldn’t resist and traced the black lines into the slick folds of his cunt with my tongue. “God yes!” I heard cunt moan as he arched his back and presented me with his rosebud. I began to feed on the slick cunt juices leaking out of that beautiful cunt. I was drawn to it... to the thick cunt lips permanently erupting from the smooth tatted skin. I felt the thickened flesh sliding against my face and depositing the thick viscous cunt juices on me. “Fucking feeding my whore...” cunt growled, depositing more of himself on me. With every drop of those savory cunt juices, I grew more insistent until I grabbed his hips and pulled his cunt to my face... His cunt lips were now covering my face as if it were a mask providing the essentials of life to me. I kept on as if, with the sheer force of will, I could crawl inside him. “Enough,” Daddy said, pulling on cunt and forcing him from me. Catching my breath, I sat back as I wiped the remnants of the cunt juices from my face with my hand and calmly lapped it up while waiting for Daddy’s command. Keeping an eye on me, he grabbed cunt’s leash. “Come.” Without another word, cunt obediently followed Daddy as he neared me. “Up...” Instantly, I rose and stood before Daddy... my head bowed in subservience. He reached up with the clip of my leash, attached it to my septum and led us both across the floor to the mirrored wall. “See yourselves as you are...” Daddy barked. Obediently, cunt and I looked up and saw ourselves together in mirror for the first time.... I began to tremble, realizing what I was seeing... we were two versions of the same object... we were cunts. Our useless cocks and sacs now purely ornamental without function. As I continued taking in the sight of us in the mirror, I saw boy and puppy behind Daddy smiling. The emotions of the moment overtook me... I looked directly into Daddy’s eyes in the mirror and said it... “Yes... cunt...” Nodding, Daddy put out his hand as boy handed him a silver tag and walked behind me. He briskly wrapped his arms around my neck, removed the silver tag attached to my collar and threw it to the floor. He raised the new tag up to my eyes and I saw the inscription... cunt whore. “I’m a cunt whore...” I repeated as he attached it to my collar. “Secure the cunts...” Daddy ordered boy. “Yes Sir...” boy growled, quickly walking both of us across the dungeon floor to a pair of slings hanging from the rafters. Settling in, we both looked up to ceiling mirror and smiled as boy secured us while Daddy stood between us... one hand slathered in chem-laced lubed at each of our cunts. Before I knew it, boy wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep and held a rig to my vein. Seeing the register pulled, I moaned as the contents of the syringe turned a pinkish hue. “Fucking cunt whore...” boy grinned, slamming into me the largest dose I had ever had and then releasing the strap. “CUNT!” I cried out, staring up at my doppelganger in the mirror now being slammed with an equal dose. “SHIT YES!!! CUNTS!” he hollered. “MY CUNTS” Daddy growled before shoving his fists deep into our hungry cunts. The End

Part 6 I asked him if he could feel it and he mumbled yes. I told him only the nastiest worthless fag sluts let piss go in their asses and drink it I pulled my cock away and asked him if he was a true dirty little whore now and he said YES. I asked him if we wanted more. He said Yes again, I told him I wasn’t sure if he really wanted if and he started pleading for more, he was on fire and never been this horny. Between the Drugs and his needs all barriers and inhibitions were gone, there were a couple more to tests before he would truly be lost to the way of life permanently. While he was hanging there I had a thought, I asked my friend if he had a razor. He smiled and said yes. The only hair the kid had on his body other than his head was his pubes. He got the razor and made quick order of removing that. The kid was asking why, this wasn’t part of what he wanted. I told him to bad, with this gone he would pass for a teenager and would be getting plugged by dozens of guys. With the kid saved smooth we let him down. He was a bit dizzy and I held him up. Helped him to the bathroom and showed him how to deflate the plug. Told him to empty and if he needed to, clean up again. While he was in there me and my friend got the next part ready. He said he needed to cum and I said very soon. It was then that I wanted to ask him about the toxic side. I thought he was on prep and he said that he was off for a while because of a couple issues he had. I said OK, get ready to put a notch on your belt. The kid came back and I saw him standing there, except for his cock, he really did look half his age with the hair removed. I patted the bench and he went back on it. We secured him to it and I took some water based lube and started massaging his hole. He gasped and moaned when I did this. I asked him if it hurt and he said no, it felt really good. I asked him if he wanted more abuse and he immediately said yes. I reached in and tapped his prostate and asked him if he wanted to get a Toxic load in his ass. He yelped and said “ please do it “. I reached other and grabbed a towel that was covering his next prize. I wiped his lower back and ass cheeks to dry them off. Grabbed a permanent marker and got ready to mark this pig. I had used this marker before and while it will come off it will take 2 or 3 weeks. Above his ass I wrote PIG SLUT. Under that I wrote LOADS. On one cheek I wrote POZ, on the other one I wrote NEG. I then put a mark under the NEG cheek for the load gave him. The kid didn’t know when I was doing and said it tickled. My friend was Videoing it. I spread his cheeks and we zoomed in on his open hole. My friend went to the front and put his cock up to the kids mouth and he opened his mouth to suck it in. My friend pulled back a couple times to tease the kid. I was teasing his hole and nuts when this was happening to get the kid even more wound up. Finally, my friend asked him what he wanted and the said he wanted to suck that cock. Mt friend told him it was toxic with all sorts of nasty stuff. The kid said he didn’t care as long as he got it in his mouth. My friend shoved it in. What the kid didn’t know was that he was being videoed all the time. Couple minutes later he pulled out and walked over to his PC. He touched up the Vid and then uploaded it to a couple web sites he knew inviting any breeders to stop by and help with the number for this virgin. While he was doing that I got the Dildo out again, hung it in front of the Kid and asked him if he wanted it again until we could find a real cock. He was almost pleading for it. I lubed his hole and the toy with my spit and worked it back up the kid. He inhaled when it popped in but then was purring with the feeling. I pulled it out and grabbed one of the items I brought, I saw this on a video and wanted to see if it really did what it showed. It was called Cruel Condom. I rolled it over the toy. It had appointed silver tip on it. I tickled the Kids hole with it and he was leading for more. Who am I to deny someone a request. I put some KY on it and worked it in. the kid seemed to be enjoying the action. I pumped it in and out slowly. He said “ Please more “. I pulled it out and it was wet, some pink KY was showing. I knew it was doing what I thought it would. Getting him ready for all his presents.

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

The tongue flickered deliciously in and out of my dirty arsehole, and I forgot my embarrassment as I pushed it back into the old guys's face. Meanwhile, I was forced to suck the other man's warty cock and felt myself losing control and sinking into depravity. They sensed it too. "Oh yeah...he wants it now. Fuck the little bitch!" He held my shoulders down and rubbed his cock over my mouth as I felt the greasy haired guy get to his feet, steady my bare bottom, and begin to slide his stubby cock into my spit-lubed rectum. He started to fuck me roughly, as the other man leant over me and kissed him. I was just a hole for them to fuck and not long after the greasy haired man's thrusts became more urgent then he said "oh fuck!" and pushed hard into me as he spurted his dirty cum up me. " I needed that!" He gasped, pulling his cock out and leaving a drool of cum dripping from my hole. The thin man ruffled my hair . " Turn round like a good little pig." I was sobbing with a mixture of lust, shame and fear, but I did what I was told and turned to present my rump to him. He slid his cock into my dirty hole, and I groaned as I imagined the warts rubbing my insides as he began to thrust into me. "Same time tomorrow?" Said the greasy haired man to the other, whilst forcing my lips open and making me clean his dirty cock. " Y..yeah..oh nice..hang on and I'll cum." With that, he jerked and spurted in me. After a few moments he pulled out and the other man offered him a cum stained handkerchief to clean his cock. "Thanks." He said. They ignored me, zipping up and leaving the toilet as I stood there, naked from the waist down and dripping their cum onto the dirty floor.

Exactly! It sounds so weird and bizarre but there is definitely a change both physically and mentally. You either turn into the cum dump you were meant to be or becoming addicted to breeding as many holes as you can. I almost lost my job because I now am a slave to my cock and my need to knock up as many hot holes as I can!

Chapter 1 - Prologue I never meant this to happen. I really didn't. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up a bit. My name is Stephen. I won’t bore you with too many details but I’m a 31 year old gay man. I am also a very sexual person. In college and beyond, I lived for my next sexual encounter. I was a regular in the local gay bars, cruised on the internet two or three times a week, and let's just say that if there were frequent flyer miles for bathhouses, I would be a diamond member. I sucked and sat on every dick I could find... condoms always optional. There is something about the thrill of anonymous sex that just really gets my juices flowing. I've got a nice (if I do so so myself) six incher, cut, but I'm an almost total bottom and getting fucked is "real sex" to me. Everything else is just foreplay or a distraction. Then three years ago, at the ripe old age of 28, I met an amazing guy and settled down.. A year later we were married in Massachusetts and I vowed I would never have sex with anyone else again. I considered myself lucky to make it through my slutty “phase” still HIV negative… despite having lost track of how many loads I had taken. Thomas, my husband, is the sweetest person I've ever met, I adore him, and would ever do anything to hurt him. Or so I thought. Thomas's cock is, to be honest, somewhat smaller than average. When he fucks me, there is always that nagging part of me that isn't really satisfied. Despite this, he is a "total top”. Even worse is that he doesn't have a very strong sex drive. For him, fucking once every couple of months is more than enough and even then he always wears a condom. He likes to cuddle, occasionally he will let me jack him a bit. That is the extent of our sex life. Meanwhile I'm so horny I'm basically climbing the walls (and giving myself carpal tunnel or whatever it's called from jacking myself off four or five times a day). I'm not trying to justify what happened. Really, I'm not. I'm just telling you.... Ok? Anyway. It was a couple months ago and I was having a crap day at work. I couldn't focus on anything but the guys walking by on the street a couple levels below. Playing the "I wonder how big his dick is" game over and over in my head with each cute guy who walked beneath my window. It was the noise from the renovation crew working on the offices one floor above me that finally interrupted my daydreams. When they started drilling right above my desk, it gave me a great excuse to get out of my office and go to the men's room to rub one out. I told my assistant Calvin that I would be back once the upstairs crew moved on and it was less noisy. He muttered a distracted "Ok Stephen" without looking up from the spreadsheet he was working on. I had found a men's room a few days earlier that, due to the staff moving around for the renovations, was always empty. So I headed there. There was an outer door and and inner door which allowed for a bit of warning if anyone did show up. I was clearly in my own little world because as I turned down the last hallway I almost walked into a guy talking on a cell phone and I hadn't even heard him. Maybe it was just because I was so horned up, but there was something about him that caught my eye. Blonde hair slightly too long and slightly unkempt. Blue eyes. About 3 inches taller than me so about 6' 1” and close to my age. The work pants and sweatshirt marked him as clearly part of the renovation team but more like a supervisor or foreman as his clothes were clean except for just a hint of sawdust or something on one sleeve. I'm no gym bunny but I try to keep fit. He was something different. I could see his arms, chest, and legs were firmly muscular without being bulky. His toned body, however, was the result of work not just working out. He was handsome not beautiful... but all the more perfect for it. But what really caught my attention though was something less tangible and harder to describe. He had a certain aura of quiet confidence and masculinity that was incredibly sexy. All of this took a second, maybe two, before I realised I was staring. He noticed me and glanced my way for half a second. In that half a second, I felt I had been weighed and measured, like he knew my thoughts, and what had exactly what had brought me to this empty part of the building. And then he turned away and back to his phone call. Even his deep voice was calm and exuded the same sense of being in control as the rest of him. I blushed and hurried into the men’s room. My dick was hard as a rock and i was breathing heavily. I don't think any guy has ever effected me like that before. I was even hornier than I had been before. I stepped to a urinal and fished out my dick and started stroking. I closed my eyes and pictured the man in the hallway outside. I could already feel my balls start to tighten, aching for release. And then I heard the outer door to the bathroom open. My eyes snapped open and I stopped stroking but my dick was hard, red, and ready to shoot. I turned my body to try and hide it while watching the door. The stranger walked in, his blue eyes meeting mine for another half second. Yet again I felt him measuring me up and assessing the situation. He knew exactly what I was doing before he entered and wasn't at all surprised.

John was face-down, and ass-up as Tony grabbed his hips, simultaneously pounding John's hole and holding John tight against his crotch. Meanwhile new faces arrived. Seeing John and Tony playing, the four new guests immediately stripped, awaiting the opportunity to join in the fun. The first guy to insinuate himself was a tall white buff stud, early 30s with a very thick seven inch cock. He stood over John's head allowing his thick dick to slap John's cheeks, while he leaned forward to spread John's ass wide-open for Tony's pleasure, asking "Hows that ass?" Tony smiled and replied "Best fucking ass ever!" "Lemme see, pull it out." Tony pulled out, his long dick covered with and pink and white spooge. The white guy, who went by the tag name 'Bigdog', leaned-down and started sucking and cleaning Tony's dick. Tony put his hands behind Bigdog's head, moaned, and started violently fucking Bigdog's mouth, which raised some appreciative grunts from the onlookers. Meanwhile, even as he was busy blowing Tony, Bigdog pushed three fat digits into John's ass, which made John's head pop up from the pillow he was gnawing. Upon seeing Bigdog's dick, John was sufficiently enticed to swallow Bigdog's cock. About then Bigdog stopped sucking Tony, and instead directed Tony's now clean cock back into John's ass. As Tony bottomed in John's ass, Bigdog withdrew his cock from John's mouth, and as John looked-up pleadingly, Bigdog spat all the juices he'd sucked off of Tony's cock on John's face and in his mouth. Naturally John gasped, shocked, and he might have been even more shocked when Bigdog shoved the three fingers that he had just used to feel John's insides down John's throat. John began to gag. Bigdog clearly knew how to handle a bottom boy, 'cause he slapped John's gaping face saying "No gagging boy. Take it all!" as he continued to finger-fuck John's throat which made choking and swallowing noises, only stopping to spit down John's open throat. Finally Bigdog removed his three fingers from John's throat and reinserted his thick cock into John's cock-sucking lips, steadying John's head with two hands, and began an assault I'd only ever seen done to an ass. He began to slam fuck John's open mouth, out of which drool started to pour, coating John's chin, cheeks, and chest. While bigdog fucked and fucked his throat relentlessly, John's muscular arms flew everywhere but Tony had him at the waist, and didn't allow any escape route. I walked over to Tony, who was definitely in hog heaven, and, as he rhythmically fucked John's ass, I pressed my fingers into Tony's hole. When he looked-up at me, no doubt appreciating the pressure I was applying to his prostate, I gave him a deep, wet kiss. With that Tony clearly lost it, and jizzed straight into Johns' hole. After a few seconds in which Tony caught his breath and withdrew from John, Bigdog stopped fucking John's throat, turned him around and made him clean off Tony's dick, as Bigdog's thick dick was quickly accommodated by John's now gaping hole. I was pleased to see John understood his role, because he began thrusting himself back onto Bigdog's cock. I grabbed Tony's arm and led him away to where his clothing was scattered, and asked "What do you think is gonna happen next?" "Well," said Tony, "this is for the kid." With that he handed me two 20s. Now, in all honesty, we had never even discussed a rate, and I honestly didn't care about money. I took the money, but said "I was actually thinking of John's statement that he loved his boyfriend, and that he had never been with any other guy." Tony wasn't hearing any of it, noting "Well, now he's been with four other guys, you included, and it seems like the only thing he loves is cock." I was about to counter Tony's comments, when in the background I heard cheering and the sound of John gasping and moaning as he (presumably) got fucked harder and harder. "You don't get it, Johns a good g----" "Cum dump. He's a fine piece of ass - one of the best muscle studs I've seen in a while and he loves getting fucked. That's why he came here tonight to get turned into the cum dump that he is." The fucking got louder in the background. I thought to myself Bigdog must be close to cumming as Tony continued saying "and you loved turning him into it, didn't you?" "Yeah." "Good. Now, I'm gonna the fuck out - unless maybe I decide to fuck him again." Tony's eyes glazed-over as he remembered that he had fucked John's ass twice, the ass that had been forbidden to him and now he could say he'd bred it good and deep. His cock began to swell, but the cheering in the background and sounds of Bigdog heavily growling as he shot string after string of cum into John's hole, as well as the sound of John's shout "OH FUCK YES!" woke him up. Tony walked out with his pants on and left his shirt off, no doubt wanting to drive home with the smell of John all over his person. I walked back into the room and saw John spread-eagle on the floor while a slim white/Latin looking guy who was positioning John's legs on his shoulders, lining-up to drop his raw cock into John's ass. John's arms were being held above his head by Bigdog who coached the Latin guy to fuck him harder. The Latin guy, (who's tag name I could not remember), didn't last long, but I will say he fucked like his life depended on it. Every thrust was hard and rough as he slammed up against John's pelvis. I noted John's toes curl were clenched tightly, a clear sign of agony/ecstasy. As the Latin guy shot his load into John, John's eyes widened and he looked at the guy breeding him. I knew he was feeling the surge and pulsation of the guy's dick, knowing his ass was being bred. They both relaxed and the Latin guy slipped out. Before another guy could take his place slipped I slipped in between John's legs and slid two fingers into his much-abused hole, all the while he looked at me inquisitively. I was the second person to finger-fuck him. I felt the loads of cum in his hole and quickly got hard. I aligned my dick and pressed into him, and, not surprisingly, slipped in with ease, as all the cum acted like lube that would never dry. Bigdog released John's legs, and I was pleased when John wrapped his legs around me. He grabbed my shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes as I pounded his hole into the ground. "You like this, baby boy?" I asked. "I love it." He mouthed all the while looking into my eyes, which would widen when I pounded in, and relax when I withdrew. His hands began to feel-up my body playing with my tits and pits. "Fuck me" he mouthed "own me" he begged. The cheers of the onlookers were lost on me as I picked up speed and strength, fucking harder and harder. John let out a prolonged, loud moan, Ahhhhhhhhh. As my tempo increased and he began to get louder as well. His legs were clenched wrapped around my waist tighter. I could feel the inside of his ass beginning to shake and convulse and his hips actually began to vibrate. "FUCK ME!" he screamed, his back arching as he tensed-up. I could feel his internal orgasm spreading over his body the walls of the inside of his hole shivering with pleasure of being fucked beyond belief. He wrapped his hands behind my neck and looked me in the eye his whole body shaking inside out, his ass milking my cock expertly. I slammed my cock in and began to unload strings of cum into him and at the same time his cock shot. He let out a deep guttural moan and his dick shot spurt after spurt of thick cum onto to my chest, my abs, his chest, and finally his face. I kept thrusting into his hole, noting with satisfaction that his dick looked like a garden hose as the cum shot above his head and all over between us. Finally his hands dropped and he his body relaxed as he looked at me, dripping with his cum. For the first time he room went silent - in awe of the amazing fuck session we just enjoyed. "Fuck" was the first word to break the silence and it was from John. He began to rub his load all over himself tasting it jacking off his still hard cock with it and even began fingering his own hole right as I pulled out. He was lost in the feeling of being completely used. "You ready for more?" I asked. He turned his head to look at the six other cocks that were still waiting to have a go at his well fucked hole. He climbed onto the couch in a crouching position, pushed his ass out, and lowered his head, as he grunted "Go for it." More to cum

I slipped my dick out of John's mouth and pushed the poppers under his nose, suggesting "Here, have some more." He took them, half awake-half gone, spent by the craziness the night. A knock at the door caught my attention. I opened the door to find two guys, the first a Latin twink who, as I remembered from his e-mail, went by the name 'Anthony'. He was about 22, 5'7 about 145 pounds, slim, swimmer's build, cute face and an nice, uncut eight inch dick. I had half a mind to drag him in and fuck his brains out on the bed, right next to John, but I thought I would probably be able to do that later. Coming up few yards behind him was the second guest, Rick, a 35 year old bear, well-built, 5'6 about 185 pounds, with wide shoulders and thick with muscles all over. We had played some time before, so I knew he sported a nine incher, that was somewhat thicker than mine. In fact, we had actually done a three-way, and I remembered he was a beast in the sheets. I wished he had shown-up close to last, but it looked like John was going to get a good stretcher early in. They saw me naked at the door and immediately began taking off their clothing, even before I closed the door. Anthony was so excited he damn near ran into the room. "Tony?" John gasped and suddenly looked more confused as Anthony (Tony) leaned over John and began kissing him hard all over his neck and lips. John moaned and shook as Tony moved south, sucked on John's nipples, and his cock starting to nudge John's asshole. At this point it apparently dawned on John what I had in mind, because he blurted out suddenly "Tony, what are you uhhhhh!" From this exchange I understood Tony and John knew each other. By way of an answer, ever so slowly, Tony began sliding his cock into John's hole till it reached full-hilt. Tony gasped and looked at John saying "I've been wanting to do this to you for a year!" John squirmed as Tony picked up speed, pounding John's hole, his balls slapping John's ass, my fresh cum coating Tony's cock. John was gone in all this. It seems as if watching his friend fuck him made him more comfortable 'cause he readily accommodated Tony in as the fuck got increasingly loud and the pounding harder. About this point John reached for his dick. I went to stop him, but Rick was faster - he grabbed John's arms and watched Tony who, in seems, had until then forgotten about Rick and me. Rick gave Tony a look which translated to 'My turn bitch'. Tony looked at me and I motioned my head for him to pull-out and to give Rick have a turn. Tony slid-in, all the way, and then leaned forward to give John a hard kiss. Then, still fully erect, Tony pulled-out, and Rick, seemingly effortlessly, flipped John over onto his stomach. John looked at me, then Tony, and then felt Rick climb on top of him. "Wait..." he began, but Rick's dick was already in position, and using his whole weight, Rick rammed his cock into John. Poor John screamed and clawed the couch, trying to move away, but Rick pinned him and began to fuck him. Naturally John screamed as the biggest dick he'd ever experienced had began to plow his open hole. "Go help your friend" I suggested to Tony, who immediately walked over to John, but didn't know what I had in mind. The thing I know about Rick is he starts off strong and crazy but after a few minutes runs out of breath. "REVERSE COWGIRL!" I called. Rick, his dick still inside John, pulled John into a position where John was facing away from Rick, which allowed John to straddle his monster cock while he sat on the couch holding John's hips. John looks at Tony who walked up to him and began kissing him. Again John moaned, but after a few slaps from Rick, began to ride the thick cock. Tony started kissing John's body as John's arms moved above his head. About then Rick pulled John back to lay on him as John's hips begin to milk Rick's cock. At this point both Tony and Rick began feeling-up John's hard body, so four hands were finding all his pleasure sports. I took satisfaction in seeing that John was so lost in the ecstasy of the experiences. His moans changed to a continuous chant of "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me." Upon Rick's instigation, John shifted around, Rick's cock still inside, which made him wince, but the pain was short term, and the two guys began kissing. "Oh fuck yeah boy" Rick growled and the fucking got rougher. John was bouncing like Pogo stick and I could see a wave of ecstasy pass over both John and Rick as Rick fired his load into John's pussy, Tony also loosing it, and shooting his load all over John's back. John climbed off the Rick and bent over, revealing his open winking hole to Tony. John looks at me and says, "Put it in me, Tony." Tony climbed over John and began wiping his cum off John's back and pushing the cum into John's hole to join the other two loads. All the while John groaned. Amazingly, Tony didn't loose his erection, and to my sadistic pleasure, the two went on fucking. Rick began to pack up, "Fuck," he said, "If I didn't have my boy back home waiting, I''d stay a little longer, but I think I'm spent." "All good" I replied, adding "There's plenty more coming for him." I could hear John's mantra "Fuck me fuck me oh my god" over and over as Tony and he fucked doggy style. Rick excused himself and handed me a fifty dollar bill, and as I upon opening the door for him, I found four more guests ready. More to cum