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PART 5 Henry said I’d know where to find him again. Apparently I didn’t. The first few days after he bred me I stuck close to campus. I was jumble of emotions. Anxiety had set in quickly — how did I let myself get pozzed?!?! It wasn’t even an accident. I had begged for it. How had a trip to the store turned into my being bred by a relative stranger? And how many times had Jared been there and done that? But every time I jerked off the rest of the week, I thought about Henry’s cock spewing inside me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted it again. Friday I went looking for Henry at the bar and didn’t see him. After hanging with my friends and having some beers, I snuck off and went to Henry’s apartment, but he wasn’t there. I looked again a few times on Saturday, but no luck. I told myself I’d make him but on a condom this time. I even put one in my pocket when I went out. I was so horny, I went to the newsstand two towns over where I knew they sold old porn mags with he covers cut off. I bought a pack for a few bucks, and at the last second asked to buy a bottle of poppers. I’d never bought my own before. I had them in my pocket Saturday night when I went back to the bar, but still no Henry. It was Sunday morning and I went to shower. The dorm was pretty quiet; I didn’t hear many guys moving around, yet. They’d given everyone a single for the summer, so while the rooms on the second and third floors were all being used, there was still less than half the usual number of people. Our summer dorm was the oldest on campus, so the bathrooms and showers were older. It was more of a group shower with curtains you could pull between them, which a lot of the guys did. I had them to myself this morning, so didn’t bother pulling the curtains. I was showering when I heard the door open and saw a security guard come in. He went to the line of sinks and started washing his hands. I thought about grabbing the shower curtain and pulling it closed, but I felt like that was kinda dickish to do just because someone walked in. Guys are naked in the shower room all the time. I shampooed my hair and rinsed it out. Then I noticed the guard was still in the room, seemingly washing his face. Struck me as a bit odd. This room only had two sinks and the set of showers; the bathroom was on the other side of the wall and had a whole row of sinks. No one usually came in here just to use the sinks. I conditioned my hair and started my body wash routine — feet, calves, thighs, ass, cock and balls, abs, pecs, and finally my arms. I looked over my shoulder to see if the guard was still there — I hadn’t heard the door open or close. He was still doing something at the sink, but seemed to look in the mirror. When our eyes met, he left the shower room. I finished up my shower, wrapped the towel around my waist, and headed down the hallway back to my dorm room. I liked these quiet mornings in the dorm before breakfast. I went into my room and left the door open to circulate the summer air; the entire week had been muggy, and the dorm didn’t have A/C. I was picking out underwear when I noticed the security guard go by my door. I figured he must be headed to the stairwell. But then he went by again, slower this time. I definitely caught him looking into my room as he walked by. I got a weird tingle seeing him walk past again. Was something up? Why was security lingering on the floor and checking out my room? I dropped my towel and slipped on my underwear, tucking my junk into the pouch in the front. I was reaching for the shorts I’d left hanging on a chair when I saw the guard again. This time he was just standing in my doorway. I was startled and yelped. “Sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to check in and make sure everything was okay.” “Why? Is something up?” He stepped into my room. “Just thought I’d say hey.” He walked up to me; I felt awkward standing there in just my underwear. This was weirdly exciting but odd nonetheless. “I’m thinking we have a friend in common.” “Who’s that?” “Henry,” he said conspiratorially. He looked me up and down, not being shy about it. “You’re even hotter than he described. Athletic and ginger.” “Thanks,” was all I could think to say. I was standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I started to reach for my pair of shorts again, but he put his hand on my chest to stop me. “I don’t think you need those,” he said, running his hand across my chest and down my abs. “I liked what you were wearing in the shower better.” I started breathing heavier. This surge of horniness went through me. Was this really happening?!?! One of the campus security guards was coming on to me. There was no mistaking it. “Doors open,” I said nervously, pulling away from his exploring hand. I saw my cock was getting hard in my underwear. The guard looked down at my hard bulge and grinned. He took a few steps back to the door and closed it gently. “Better now,” he said. He looked good in that uniform. Tall, strong build. He was almost a foot taller than me. He had a muscular chest beneath the tight blue uniform. His arms were nicely muscled, too. He started running his hands across my body, exploring, sizing me up. I reached out and touched his chest, feeling it through the fabric. “Like my body, ginger boy?” I nodded. “Good answer. Now get the underwear off.” I slipped the underwear down and left them on the floor. The guard didn’t waste any time reaching for my ass. He slapped it. “Nice bubble.” He slapped it again which hurt; I winced. “Now turn around. Put your hands on the desk behind you.” I turned around, facing the large window in my room that looked out of the quad. It was still quiet out there. I felt him spread my ass apart, probing at my hole. “That’s a sweet ginger hole. I’m gonna put that to good use.” He stood up and pushed the crotch of his uniform against my ass. The good boy in me panicked. “Be sure to use a condom,” I said. “There’s some there on the table.” “You put it on me when we’re ready for it,” he said. I heard him undoing his belt buckle and unzip. I leaned over and picked up the condom and put it next to me on the desk. He stepped over to the table I had pushed up next to the bunk bed as a nightstand. He picked up the lube and squirted it into one hand. I could see his cock standing straight out of his uniform pants. It was thick! He started to massage my hole using the lube, working it into my hole. “I like a tight hole,” he said. He took my hand and wrapped it around the shaft of his cock. I could feel the heat of his skin, and even smell the musk. What was happening?! Ten minutes ago I was in the shower. Alone. Now I’m about to get fucked in my dorm room! The good boy in me said we should say no and put an end to it. But he was out voted — my hole was totally turned on, and it was now in charge. I pushed my ass back against his hand. “Hungry are we?” He said. “Get up on the desk, lay back. Hang your ass over the edge.” I turned around and sat on the edge of the desk. I laid back, adjusting my ass so it was at the edge. He lifted my legs and slapped his hardon against my hole. He rested the bottle of poppers I’d bought yesterday on my chest. “Popper up.” I unscrewed the bottle and held it to one nostril, inhaling deeply. I started to feel a growing buzz as I moved the bottle to the opposite nostril. I was transfixed on the guard slathering lube onto his cock. “Lay back, legs up. Show me that ginger hole.” I leaned back onto the desk and lifted my legs, my ass hanging off the end of the desk. He pressed his hands behind my knees, forcing my legs wider and really exposing my ass. The poppers washed over me. My heart started racing and there was a moment where the room seemed to go darker. That craving for cock came with it again, and I started flexing my hole for him. “That’s it,” he growled. “That’s what I wanna see.” He started teasing my hold with the head of his thick cock. He picked up the lube and dribbled more onto my hole, then spread it with his cock. I could feel the heat coming off the bare head. Something about a condom crossed the back of my head. The voice was a distant whisper that was overwhelmed by the craving I was feeling. “Fuck me,” I said quietly. “What was that, ginger boy?” “Fuck me,” I said more firmly. The guard pushed his cock against my hole, prying it open with the force. I felt the muscles give way and his thickness started to fill me. I winced and then gasped with the thickness stretching my hold. The opened condom went ignored on the desk beside me. “Fuuuuck…. That’s a tight ginger hole. “Gonna have to stretch you out to really enjoy this.” My mind was swirling. I was in my dorm room, naked on the desk, with someone whose name I don’t even know burying his cock inside me. If anyone in the rooms across the quad from mine looked out their windows, they’d be able to see me getting fucked. “People can see in the windows,” I gasped. “Good. Maybe they’ll want some of this, too.” He thrust all the way in til his balls were pressed against my ass. I groaned with the intense penetration. “College guys can’t get enough of this cock.” He started pounding away at my ass. I was moaning, probably louder than I should have in the dorm.People would be waking up and hear me, but I couldn’t control it. I felt totally drunk on his cock. I felt amazing! He could see it in my face. “You love this cock, don’t you, ginger boy?” “Fuck yeah!” He grinned a wicked grin. “Oops. Someone forgot to put the condom on me. Guess I know what you really want this morning.” The fucking was relentless. He took my ass in an aggressive series of thrusts. I groaned as he pummeled me. It was a wild mix of pleasure and pain. I fumbled for the poppers and awkwardly took another hit, hoping it would soften the roughness of the fuck. “Don’t worry. I’m almost there…..” he said. Those words sent a thrill through me. I grabbed my own cock and began jacking it. The guard had a wicked look on his face. “Fuck yeah. You want this gift. I knew you did. Knew it as soon as I saw you showing off in the shower. Knew you’d want to get pozzed again. Fucking slut.” He spat on me. I was totally fixated on him, on the relentless fucking I was taking. He was going to breed me. The good boy voice in the back of my head screamed again, but the rest of me wanted it. “Fuck yeah!” He said loudly. “Fuck yeah! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!!” A part of me knew everyone had just heard that. Some strange guy’s voice was coming from my room declaring his dominance over me. He came with a rush, his body shaking as his cock pulsed. He unleashed his load inside me, electrifying me. Instead of burying his load deep, he just kept pumping it into me. There was nothing I could do except take it from him. My own cock burst, spewing jizz across my chest and even hitting my face. My body spasmed. The guard pulled out, letting my legs just dangle off the desk. They didn’t quite fall to the floor — my muscles were too worked up and activated to relax. Instead I just held myself there, body spasming from the exertion, covered in my own jizz. He came over and pushed his cock into my face. “Clean it off,” he commanded. I didn’t have a choice as he roughly pushed his cum slicked cock into my mouth. “Taste your ginger ass on there, boy. Taste some of the cum I left inside you. Clean it off real good so I can go back to work.” When he was satisfied, he put himself together again, tucking his cock inside his pants. He’d never undressed, just pulled out his cock. The uniform clearly didn’t interfere with his fucking the hell oughta me. “You’re gonna need another shower,” he said, lightly slapping my tight abs. He ran his hands over my smooth torso. “Hot body. I’m gonna enjoy using it.” He walked to the door, leaving me laying on my desk. “Have a good one, bud.” And walked out, leaving the door open as he walked down the hallway. [What is going to become of our newest cumdump college boy, Justin? I suspect there’s more ahead for him! If you enjoyed this chapter, let me know. A blue heart (or a 🐷) is always appreciated — a simple form of feedback inspires me. Thanks!]

I needed to go to town for some shopping and went online to see if I could line up some fun while I was over there. I found a hot looking guy who had several pics of him in a jockstrap. He had a nice body, thick cock, and looked like fun so I reached out to him. He responded and we discussed what we liked to do and found that we had lots of mutual interests. He’s more of a top, I’m a bottom but we both loved rimming and getting rimmed, plus lots of ass play and toys. He said he had a good selection of toys that we could use on each other. We switched over to texting rather than the app where we found each other and exchanged a few more pictures. I noticed that he was in a sling in a few shots and he confirmed that he had a sling set up in his house. I love being in a sling since it really opens my hole for whatever the guy wants to do. It’s also lots of fun to rim a guy or shove toys in his ass when he is in the sling. We made plans to meet up the next weekend and discussed what we wanted to do. Luckily, we both liked long sessions and he said that he could fuck and cum multiple times in a session. There would definitely be some rimming and toy play too. He mentioned the possibility of finding another guy to play with us and I was up for that. Max met me in the parking lot so that he could lead me to his place. I forgot to bring a jockstrap and had asked him if I could wear one of his and he agreed. He asked what color I wanted and I said red. When we got inside, he showed me 2 red jockstraps: one a traditional design and the other smaller and skimpier. I decided on that one so I stripped down and put on the red jockstrap. It fit pretty snugly and managed to hide my cock while framing my ass nicely. Max undressed and he was wearing an orange jockstrap. He asked if I wanted to parTy and we went into another room where there was another guy, named Joey, wearing a green jockstrap. We smoked and talked for a little bit before getting down to business. Like I said, Max is a top, I’m a bottom, and Joey is versatile so this should work out well. We started out by making out, fondling cocks and asses, then I started mouthing Max’s cock through his jock. I also worked over his balls and he started to feel up my ass. Joey hung aside, watching and stroking his own cock. I pulled Max’s cock out of his jock and sucked it into my mouth. I could feel him growing harder and that’s always a great feeling. He sniffed some poppers and I started to deep throat him. He was thrusting into my mouth and I was sucking him deep and working his balls and down towards his hole. Eventually, I got my mouth working down over his balls and flipped him over to work on his hole. He had sent me a pic of his hairy hole and hairy is a favorite of mine. I licked and rimmed him for a while then took a hit of poppers and I started to really probe him with my tongue. His moans confirmed that he was liking what was happening. Max moved away and started playing with my ass. He worked it with his fingers and then asked me to sit on his face. I love having my ass eaten this way so I was happy to oblige. He was a good ass eater, working around my hole and into it. He got it nice and wet with his spit. I moved off of him and we laid down next to each other. Max spun around so that his head was at my feet, got some lube, and started playing with my hole. Before I knew it, he had his whole fist inside me. He has pretty small hands so it slipped in easily but still gave me a wonderful feeling of fullness. He worked my ass from the inside for a little bit with occasional poppers hits for both of us and then we decided to set up the sling and get into some solid ass work. While setting up the sling, I told Max that he was the first guy ever to fist me. He was surprised since he said his hand slid in without much resistance. I just knew that I wanted more. Once the sling was up, we got out some toys. There was a dildo with 5 bumps on it that felt great going in and out of my hole. Another dildo was like a cock on steroids, thicker and longer than most guys. There was also a fist dildo. We worked the one with the bumps in my ass and then switched over to the cock shaped one. Even with the size, it slid right in to my ass since it had been opened up by Max and the first dildo. That one went deep and felt great inside me. Max took out the dildo and I saw that Joey had lubed up his hand. He started working that around my hole and worked it inside me. It took some effort since his hand was bigger, but he got it in and let it rest there for a bit. Then he started some smaller hand movements and a little bit of in and out. He didn’t take his fist all the way out yet but was giving me a good stretch when his knuckles got near my opening. Eventually, he did pull out and Max pushed his cock in. No matter how good toys or fists feel, there’s nothing like a good hard cock in my ass. We fucked for a while with poppers making a few appearances. Max shot his first load inside me and he sat back on a stool to take a break. I got out of the sling and we smoked some more during the break. I started to get itchy for something in my ass so Max lubed up his hand and I got back in the sling. This time, it went right in. With his smaller hand, he was able to really fuck me with his hand and we were both enjoying the ride. We switched over to the fist dildo, which took some more effort to get in. Joey had been on his phone while he was watching us and said that another buddy was interested in coming over and asked if I was OK with that. I sure was, so they told him to join us. When Matt walked in, Joey had his fist in my ass again and I was sucking Max. Matt quickly stripped down. He was fully naked but the rest of us were still wearing jocks. When Joey pulled out, I took off my jock and tossed it on a nearby table. Matt knelt down in front of my ass and dove in. He spread my ass wide open, which was easier since I was in the sling and had been worked over pretty well, so he was able to get in there deep. Matt stood up and shoved his lubed up cock in my ass. He was another excellent fucker and we played around with a lot of different angles and speeds. That’s one of the reasons a sling is so amazing. With one, you can move up or down or twist around a little bit and get a whole new set of sensations. We took another break after I got out of the sling. We all went into the bedroom and laid on the bed and talked for a bit. As you’d expect, there was fondling and making out happening. We smoked a little more and things got a bit more heated. Matt was eating Max’s ass while Joey sucked Matt. I enjoyed the show for a while, but my ass had different ideas. I went back to the room with the sling, put on the orange jock that Max had been wearing and grabbed the bumpy dildo, lubed it up, shoved a good size shard in my hole, and shoved that toy in my ass. I took a deep hit of poppers and started to really work my hole. My eyes were shut and my head was thrown back while I was moving the last bump in and out of my ass when I felt another hand on mine. I looked up to see Matt standing there, hard and ready to take over. Joey and Max came back in to watch the show and Matt and I were happy to have them watching us. Matt really liked shoving the dildo in past the last bump, which got it pretty deep in my ass. Eventually, he took out the dildo and started playing with my hole with his lubed hands. He worked a few fingers in, then more, and more, and he really wanted to fist me. He has big hands so it was a challenge, but we had all the time we needed. He would push in until I told him to hold back and that took a while but, after a big hit of poppers on my side, his hand popped into my ass. I’m sure the look of surprise and pleasure on his face was mirrored on mine. He has big hands, covered in a nice bit of hair. His forearms are also pretty hairy. Matt let me get used to his hand in me, just letting it sit there while we talked for a little bit about how good it felt. He enjoyed it as much as I did so we were a good pair. Matt started to twist his hand just a little bit which sent great sensations through my ass and body. He seemed to really know what he was doing. Then, he put some lube on his forearm and started working on depth. With the size of his hand, we already had width covered! He eventually got about halfway up to his elbow. There were a few pauses along the way and then he’d move forward another step. It felt amazing and we shared our poppers to enhance the sensations. Once he was as deep as he was going to get, he started rubbing his hard cock around my hole. Of course, his arm was still in there. He moved it around, poking a bit with his cock. It turns out that he was looking for the best place to add his cock into the mix. He lubed it up again and, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, slid it into my ass next to his arm. It felt amazing when he moved his cock in and out, stretching my hole and rubbing up against his hairy arm. He didn’t want to cum yet, so he took his cock out and started moving his arm back and forth with small movements. It was astounding to me how many different feelings I was experiencing as he rocked his arm back and forth in my ass. Matt pulled out to the point where his hand was just inside my hole. He suggested that I take some poppers for when he withdrew it. I did and he pulled his hand out of my ass. It felt good going in and it felt great going out. Except, now, my ass was empty and had been really well stimulated and opened. Matt sat back and Max came over with the bumpy dildo, which he shoved easily Into my ass along with another shard. He fucked me with that, then pulled it out and shoved in his cock. We fucked for a while and he shot another load in me. By now, Matt was ready again, so he used my well lubricated, and now cum filled, ass as his playground. He shoved in his cock and added a few fingers. I reached down to feel his cock working my ass and slid in one or two of my own fingers. Eventually, I could tell that Matt was getting close. His breathing had increased, as had his thrusts into my ass. We both took another hit of poppers and he really went for it. He bred me deep and stayed in my ass for a while after that, laying his chest down on mine in the sling. He pulled out, I got out of the sling, and we went and laid down on the bed again. After a break to recover, Matt and I both got dressed to leave. For me, taking fists from 3 guys in my ass, including one that had a cock added to it, was astounding, Until that day, I had never been fisted but was obviously ready for it. When we walked out to the parking lot, Matt told me that I was only the second guy he had ever fisted. We both were amazed at how natural and easy it was. After more than 8 hours of play, 3 loads, and 4 fists, I headed home, a very happy man. You know that I will be back.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is another one that's been sitting around a while. There's only one part. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. ----- I'm one of those guys that's always horny and doesn't really care who he fucks. There were usually only bottoms out looking on the apps and sites near me, anyway. Most would take any half hard dick if it would just show up. I had chatted with plenty of bottoms over the years that listed "neg only" on their profiles that with very little arm twisting would gladly take my very toxic load. Most assumed when I said I was poz, that meant I was undetectable. It was always an awkward conversation to have when you're horny, but in the end they were more interested in getting fucked than anything else. One night I was looking over a few sites and I saw a guy that had a party ad for the next night at 6pm. His profile said he was a bottom on PrEP, mid thirties, kind of average size-wise and liked anonymous hookups. The party ad said that he was looking for 800 loads or something ridiculous and no loads refused so I sent him a message along with a party request. "Hey, like ur profile. Want me to load u up b4 the party?" I sent. The next day I got a message. "Thanks. sounds hot. is that 8 porn or real inches? u undetectable?" I'd seen these replies before and figured he'd wimp out pretty quick, but I sent him back "It could be really hot. Real inches. Not undetectable but ur on prep so it doesnt matter." "What about other guys at party? they might not be" he replied. "u said no loads refused nevermind" I replied and cancelled my request. Most guys like this were more interested in getting dick in them and I was surprised he cared about the other tops that had signed up. The site said that 22 were already approved but I knew that if five showed up he'd be doing good. A minute later I got back a reply "any load is good hope u can make it Sunset Inn #203 ready after 5pm" I waited a few hours and sent back "have another offer. might make it at 5 or 6." I knew at this point he'd rather take a toxic load than worry about the other guys fucking him. My goal was to bathe their dick's in a viral sea of cum. I didn't have any other offers, I just wanted him to be desperate for any dick he could get. At five forty the next day, I showed up at his motel room. The door was held open by the extended deadbolt. I walked in and gently closed the door, just like I found it. Only one dim light was on in the corner, enough to see where the bottom was but not bright enough to get any video evidence. Exactly how I like these hookups. I heard a little noise, but by the time I got past the bathroom, he was blindfolded and on all fours on the bed. I walked closer and felt his bare ass, running my fingers along the crack. His hole was lubed and a sniff told me it wasn't from cum. My cock got harder by the second and I quickly pushed my jeans off. Two spits on his hole and I shoved half of my eight inches into him. Some guys would scream out, but not this one. There was a little pain in his groan, but not a lot. A second thrust got three quarters and a third had him rooted. Each stroke after that was long and purposeful. I kept plowing him for about fifteen minutes until I heard more guys enter the room. I waited until four guys were there and then started to pound him. I heard grunts, groans and the occasional "thank you sir" as I glanced around the room. The guys were all stroking their dicks, waiting for their turn. I had been there long enough that my eyes had adjusted to the dim light and I could see the decent mix of guys pretty clearly. Everything from a nervous, plain, early 20's guy that looked like he just walked off a construction site to a late sixties otter. One guy I recognized from several of these types of parties. Sometimes he'd bottom, sometimes he'd top. My seed had gone into him at least three times and I'd watched his profile change from 'neg' to 'ask me'. A few hard thrusts and my cock was planted deep as it began to spew my toxic seed into his prep'd guts. When the last spurt shot out, I looked around the room wondering who were the protected ones and who weren't, Each one looked eager to sink their dick into the potent soup I'd just dumped into the cumslut. I marked his back with the marker on the bed, hoping he'd get at least a dozen more loads throughout the night, but figured that the five of us would probably be it. When I pulled out the construction guy took my place. I stood around and watched the next few guys fuck the host. With no new attendees, I pulled my jeans back on and headed out of the room. A guy was standing in the hall, nervously waiting and trying to get up the guts to go in. I could see a nice bulge in his gray sweatpants that he was trying to hide. "He's a good fuck and there's only a few guys in there. Have some fun" I whispered as slowly walked by him. A glance back as I made it a few rooms down saw him disappear into the party room. When I got home I sent a message to the bottom telling him "thx. nice ass. hope the other guys liked my lube."

Pic of the last guy in me.

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.]

Part 1. Billy was and average kid. He didn't perform that well in school and didn't have any college prospects. He had just turned 18 and his mother told him he would have to go work for his jerk of a stepdad. His stepdad was a racist, a typical jock and aggressive. Billy's mother turned cold after his real father passed away and forgot almost that he and his sister existed. His older brother Tom, who was 32 cut ties with their mother as soon as she got remarried and they didn't hear anything from him. Billy was athletically built and he ran track. He had short blonde hair and grey blue eyes. He had a bubble butt on him and an 8 inch cut cock. He had a few girlfriends in high school but he always felt that he wasn't that much attracted to them. Bill started to notice the muscular bodies a of his class mates and their bulges. He got a phone in his senior year and he started to search for bisexual porn and then gay porn. He used to jerk of many nights. The one night his mother was out of town to some bible conference. His stepdad was getting pissed at the local bar. He took advantage of this and he went into the main living room. Using his phone and the smart tv he put on some gay porn. It was a twink getting bred by 2 older daddy types. He was stroking his cock and he was so close to cumming when he heard his stepdad's voice. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?! Faggot. Watching this filthy shit in my house. Take your stuff and get out!" That night Billy was kicked out with nothing but the clothes on his back. He slept on a park bench. None of his friends were able to help him and his sister told some of them he was a fag. He felt lost. The next day he decided that he was going to use the last money he had and buy a bus ticket and try and find his brother. When he came to the counter he found out that he didn't have enough money. He only needed a few dollars more and he asked people by the bus stop for money. By nightfall he still hadn't scraped enough money together. When he went for a piss by the urinal in the bathroom an older guy stood next to him. He unzipped and took out the longest cock Billy had ever seen. "Hey buddy. I heard you needed some money. I'm willing to help you out if you do me a favor" That night Billy sucked his first cock and he got 20 bucks for it. He felt dirty, but also kind of horned up by this. He took a bus to Chicago that same night. The bus arrived in Chicago the next morning. Billy spent most of the day asking around bars if people new his brother. The last Billy heard his brother worked at a bar. By the end of the day his feet were tired. He looked for a place to rest his head. He found a spot in an alley underneath a box behind a trash skip. He slept for a few hours untill he heard voices. Two guys were discussing a drug deal. The one guy almost looked like Post Malone and the other guy was a young guy, not a bit older than him. "Adrian I've told you before. I don't give out anything for free. Pay up or I cut you off". "Please Tyler I need to get wired to work. It helps take the edge off". "You can suck me for half a gram" Tyler took his cock out of his baggy jeans. It was a 9 inch cut cock. The twink proceeded to suck the guys cock. It was the hottest thing Billy had ever seen. He didn't know why this turned him on so much. He felt disappointed in himself. Tyler gave a soft groan and he came in the twinks mouth. The twink stood up and left. Tyler was standing in the alley and he took out a long pipe with a bulb on the end. He put some rocks into it. Next he took out lighter and put the flame under the bulb. Smoke started to form in the bulb and he took a long drag and blew out. He had this satisfied look on his face. Tyler was tall, had the body of a body builder. He was tattooed on his arms, in his neck and on his face. He was bald and had hazel eyes. He had a smile that made him look like a naughty school boy. He couldn't be much older than 24. Billy was mesmerized. "You're not a snitch are you? Didn't think I didn't see you there. First thought you were a hobo. But you're much too clean looking. What's your name and what are you doing here in the alley?" Billy introduced himself and told his story. "Do you want to crash at my place? Promise you don't have to do anything you don't want to. 20 minutes later Billy arrived at Tyler's place. It was a rooftop apartment in a brownstone apartment building. Tyler told him that he lived with his dad. The place had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, open plan kitchen and a balcony looking out on a park with many trees. In Tyler's room there was a big bed, covered with black pvc. There was a sling. Two screens connected to a laptop. Lots of cameras mounted on stands, mirrors all around and a coffee table with different drugs on it, syringes, pipes, a waterbong, different butt plugs and toys were scattered on the floor, on his ceiling there was a huge pentagram. Billy asked what the cameras was for. Tyler explained that he had an onlyfans site on Twitter. "You can put your stuff there in the corner and come sit on the bed. We can listen to some music and chat before sleeping. Make yourself comfortable" Billy took his shoes and his jacket off and sat on the bed. Tyler put on some music and sat next to him. "So Tyler is your dad cool with me staying over? He must be pretty open minded with all these sex toys and drugs laying around?". "Yeah, he is okay with it. This is a tough neighborhood and you learn how to manage. My dad went to jail for robbing a convenience store when I was 14 and I stayed with my cousins. I bought this apartment and when my dad came out of jail he came to live with me. I hope this is too much for you. " Billy didn't want to offend Tyler. His own mom and stepdad weren't perfect and the basically rejected him. He also didn't want to be on the street." No it's cool. So what were you smoking earlier. I've smoked weed before but never that. What does it do?". "It gives you lots of energy, makes you feel very good and also a bit horny. I like smoking after getting a blowjob. Feels amazing. I've got some if you want to try? Don't worry you don't need to pay. Newbies don't pay. I will show you how to smoke it" Tyler took the same long pipe out. There was still some T left in the bulb. He put the flame under the bulb. When smoke started to form he slowly turned the pipe and took a long drag. He kept it in for a moment and then blew out. "You're turn". Billy knew he probably shouldn't be doing hard drugs but he argued that his old life was over. He didn't find his brother. He could just let go. Nobody knew him here. Tyler held the stem of the pipe to his lips. He put some more crystals into the bulb. He lit the lighter. Billy saw the crystals melt. Tyler showed with his hand for him to wait. After a nice puddle formed Tyler gave him a thumbs up. Tyler touched his hand to guide him to turn the stem with their fingers touching. Billy inhaled the smoke and he tried to get a lot of it into his lungs. He wanted to blow as big a cloud as Tyler. After a few seconds he stopped inhaling. Again Tyler showed him to wait. He waited for a long time. It felt as if his lunga were going to burst. At last Tyler gave him a thumbs up again. He blew a big cloud out, almost as big as Tyler's. Billy and Tyler continued to take a few more hits. Tyler went to his laptop and turned it on. He put on some porn. It was a sketchysex video. Some twink was getting raw dogged by a lot of guys. "So Billy did you enjoy seeing my show in the alley" "I have to admit is was kind of hot seeing the guy have to suck you off for drugs. Reminded me of the guy I had to suck off too afford a bus ticket to get to Chicago. I felt disgusted but also turned on." "Look Billy nobody can judge you. We all do what we can to get by. I had to earn my keep when I lived with my cousins. I didn't intend to become a dealer. But the money is good and I get access to a lot of things other people don't. I also can't judge me father for what he did after jail. He did what he had to, to get out". Billy was curious to know what Tyler's dad did but he also didn't want to ask and insult him. Tyler took his shirt off and his jeans. He was laying there in his jockstrap. Billy decided that he also wanted to get more comfortable and took his t-shirt and shorts. He had boxers on. Not as sexy as the jockstrap Tyler was wearing. Tyler was busy changing the porn. He could see Tyler on the screen in the same room they were in. He was completely naked. The same street hustler that sucked Tyler off was on the bed with him. Tyler was showing him how to smoke the pipe just like he showed Billy. A few scenes later the hustler was sucking Tyler's cock and blowing clouds on it. Billy was liking what he was seeing and his cock was rock hard. He was stroking himself through his boxers. He looked over at Tyler. Tyler was completely naked and stroking his own cock. It seemed to look alot bigger in person. Tyler was smoking from the pipe again and it seemed as if his cock got harder and bigger with each pull of the pipe. Billy looked his body up and down. He had a six pack and treasure trail from his chest to below his navel. His cock and balls were clean shaven. Billy had almost no hair on his body but he had a thick bush and his hole also had hair. "You like what you see? You can touch if you want to. Billy didn't hesitate and touched from Tyler's pierced nipples down to his hard cock. Tyler also proceeded to feel Billy's body. He rubbed Billy's chest and stomach. Stroked gently with his fingers over Billy's cock taking it in his palm. Tyler surprised Billy by kissing him on the lips. Billy kissed him back. They made out for a few minutes. Tyler's embraced him and Billy felt as if he would melt. "How do you feel Billy? You okay?". " I feel amazing. Feels as if my body is tingling all over. I am so horny now and you are so hot. Doesn't feel as if I can compare or deserve it." I wouldn't be smoking and making out with you if I wasn't attracted to you. You just need someone to guide you and to help you feel awesome. I can be that person if that is okay with you? But you will have to listen to me and do everything I instruct you to do". " Yeah I want that. Show me. Please teach me." "Look in my closet. You will see there is an electric shaver, a black leather jockstrap. Hanging in the cupboard there is a leather harness. Also take it out. Then follow me and lets go to the bathroom." Spun Billy followed Tyler into the bathroom. Tyler shaved his cock with the shaver and then with water and a razor. He told Billy to squat over the bath. Tyler shaved Billy's hole. He then washed the of his freshly shaved cock, balls and hole. Billy felt so high and free. Tyler then told Billy to get into the shower. He told Billy how to use the douche attachment and to clean out until it was clear. Billy enjoyed this part. He liked the feel of the lukewarm water in his hole. Tyler stood not far away and smiled at Billy's ecstatic face. When done cleaning the went back into the bedroom. "Billy I want you to rest your back against this cushion" Billy lay down with his back against the cushion. His head was rested so that he could still see the screens. Tyler took out straps from behind the bed and put Billy's legs into it. This spread him so that his legs were back and his hole was lifted a bit higher and exposed. Tyler went to his laptop and turned on the cameras and few lights. On the one screen porn was playing. On the other Billy could see himself spread eagled. His now freshly shaved balls, cock n ass. His cock pumped blood when he saw himself. "Do you see. You are much hotter than you think. Look at your sexy boy hole and cock. Bet you didn't think you could look like a porn star. The next step in your path to superstardom is me putting something in your boy hole. But don't worry I will start off small" Tyler gave an evil grin. He reached for a baggie full of T on the table. He selected a sizable rock. He kneeled by Billy's hole and put the rock somewhere nearby. Tyler started to lick the outer rim of Billy's hole. He worked his tongue in and ate Billy's ass like a pro. This drove Billy wild and he was moaning like a bitch in heat. After a few minutes Tyler took a bottle full of jlube of the tabe and fingered Billy with first one finger and then 2 fingers. Billy could feel every stroke on his nerve endings and he felt immense pleasures. Little did he know that Tyler planned to rev up the ecstasy. Tyler wiped his fingers on a cloth. Billy's hole was wet enough to accommodate what was coming next without to much discomfort. Tyler reached for the shard, put it between two fingers and pushed the shard into Billy's virgin hole. Billy could feel a slight burning sensation. He hissed like a snake. Tyler kept one finger in and gently rotated it. The burning sensation turned into a pleasant warmth accompanied with a tingle. He could feel his ass muscles clench the finger and release. Clench and release. If he had to describe it. His hole was HUNGRY! Tyler fingered Billy a bit more. He fingered him until he had about 4 fingers in Billy's boy hole. He hoped this would help Billy take his raw cock. When fully erect Tyler's cock was 8 inches long and bear can thick. Tyler took a poppers bottle and told Billy how to take hits from the bottle. Billy in that moment felt as if his head was swimming when inhaling the poppers. He loved Tyler playing with his ass and he felt the happiest he had ever been. When looking at himself on the screen he could see Tyler in between his legs and the lips of his ass hole around his fingers. It made his cock throb. A little bit of precum was dribbling from his cock head. Billy looked at his face. It was pure lust. He was grinning from ear to ear and moaning. He was in a semi trance state. He saw Tyler withdraw his hand. He felt a sense of loss. He could see the he despair on his face. Tyler stood up and his hips were level with Billy's hole that was opening and closing in a twitching movement. Tyler reached for a camera stand that was behind him. He brought the camera closer. It was now angled to point at Billy's hole. Tyler turned the camera on.. He reached for a remote, pressed a few buttons. The screen now changed. It was split so that Billy could see his twitching hole up close, himself from top, from the side and a view from the back where he could see Tyler's ass, hole balls and long shaft dangling. On the side of the screen he saw a vertical bar with names and messages. All of a sudden he felt something wet and warm pressing against his boy button. He stopped reading the dirty messages and looked at the split screens. In the up close screen he could see Tyler's cock head press against his sphincter. "Look me in the eyes Billy" Billy looked into Tyler's eyes and it seemed like he could see into his soul. He felt a chill in other parts of his body but where Tyler's cock was trying to gain entry he could feel awat radiating. "Billy it isn't just coincidence that you happened to end up here in my apartment. He planned it. He wants you to offer up your most prized possession. One you didn't even know existed. He can give you so much power. You just have to accept the gift that he wants to give you. " Billy gasped. He heard a pop sound and all of his a sudden he felt his sphincter stretch wider than it had ever been. Tyler told him that he was as thick as a bear can, however the mushroom head felt and looked more like the thick end of a 1 litre Pepsi bottle. Billy's eyes were tearing and he heif felt as if his ass mucles and lips would tear. "It's okay Billy take a few deep hits of poppers. Those tears will soon be tear tears of joy" Billy inhaled the poppers deeply a few times. He felt his hole start to relax. The uncomfortable feeling soon became enjoyable. "So Billy you never asked me what my father did. Well I am going to tell you. In jail he loaned money from a very sick twisted guy. He gave me up as collateral. He couldn't pay so in the end they came to collect. They abducted me and whored me out to any guy they could get a buck out of. For 4 months I was used as a cumdump and urinal. I became very sick during my stay in their cell. I contracted AIDS from my abuse. When they dropped my frail body at this very apartment I vowed that I would become more powerful and make the best of my predicament. I vowed to give my soul to Sarah Palin and do His bidding. I have initiated many brothers and tonight I am going to help you become as powerful as I am. I see you’re cock is gushing precum. You are just as perverted as I am. I saw the darkness and greatness in you. Tonight you will be my blonde boy that I sacrifice to the Devil. Do you accept your fate? My toxic aids cum? Do you want me to breed and infect you?” Billy felt the mushroom cock head in him pulse. He could only assume it was precum. Tyler’s highly toxic precum was dripping into his virgin boy hole. He thought about what Tyler said. He never was religious or anything but he could feel there was evil in the air. He felt scared and in awe. He didn’t have a family anymore. He would at least have a bond with someone even if it was a demon. He also had a desire to be fucked. He was horned out of his mind. He opened his mouth “Yes Tyler I want you to infect me with your toxic cum and give myself to Sarah Palin” Tyler looked like a proud father looking down on his son. “Okay look up and repeat after me. I hereby denounce Jesus Christ as my savior. I give my soul to Lucifer the only true god. I accept the gift that his servant wants to bestow on me.” “Seems like I showed up just in time. A guy who looked alroom.as if he could be a double for Freddie Mercury , he was what was best described as a an otter. On his chest was tattooed99. Below his navel was a Biohazard tattoo. His nipples and cock were pierced. He had a 10 inch shaved cock. Not as thick as Tyler’s but also girthy, but with a huge ballsack. “Hi I am Fred, Tyler’s dad. My son can be a bit of a drama queen. He bet he didn’t tell you how he got me back when he was returned to me. He beat the shit out of me. He dragged me to a park, tied me to a tree and he forced that thick cock of his into my arse. He forced himself into me. That night I was violated by at least 40 men. My hole still can’t close properly. I will bestow some kindness onto you to ease your transition.” Fred took three points out of his pocket, two were clear and the other was filled with blood and a little bit of water. Fred took is belt out he. He sat next to Billy on the bed, he used the belt to tie Billy’s arm off. He rested Billy’s arm on his lap and felt for a vein. He found one pretty easily as Billy had almost no body fat and his veins popped easlily. “So son what I have hear in my hand is a syringe filled with my own toxic blood, 0.5 meth and a little bit of water. Once I inject this into your bloodstream you will most definitely have our virus. You will also feel as if Sarah Palin himself is in the room” Fred put the needle with expert precision into Billy’s vein. He withdraw the plunger. The syringe filled with more blood of a different color. Fred let the blood mix. He slowly inserted the mixture into Billy’s bloodstream. He took the belt off and lifted Billy’s arm. Billy took a sharp breath. He had a coughing fit. His felt the most intense rush he ever felt before. He felt so happy and horny. He started to gyrate his hips on Tyler’s cock. “Tyler please breed me. I want your Aids. Fuck Christ!” Tyler reached for on of the clear points. “He quickly found a vein on his muscular arms and slammed himself. You could see his whole body react to the slam. He gave an evil laugh and pushed as hard and fast as he could into Billy’s boy hole. Billy gave something between a gasp and a moan. Tyler was now balls deep in the boy’s hole. Billy now had his first raw cock filling him up. He could feel Tyler’s heart beating in him. His cock felt so warm. He heard a cough behind him. Fred just finished his slam. He put the poppers bottle underneath Billy’s mouth. He closed Billy’s nostrils with his hand and Billy breathed the poppers in through his mouth. Fred released his hand from his nose. He felt something slick drip on his lips. Fred was bringing his cock close to Billy’s mouth. His cock was leaking lots of precum. Billy could smell his cock. It smelled of piss and had an intoxicating smell. He opened his mouth and started to suck the 10 inch cock. Billy liked sucking this cock. Tyler withdrew his cock completely. Billy felt a void where the immense throbbing heat was just earlier. Then Tyler began to fuck his cock in and out of Billy’s neg boy hole. He loved the feeling of the skin on skin and his ass prostate being rubbed. This rhythmic fucking went on for at least an hour. Billy was so enthralled in pleasure that he didn’t notice Fred went to sit at the laptop as soon as he came in Billy’s mouth. A dribble of cum was on the boy’s lips. Fred was on a site placing an ad. The site was called bbrt. Billy’s attention was agin brought back to his hole being pounded when Tyler picked up the pace. His breathing was louder and he was fucking deeper into Billy. “I’m going to cum you fuckn slut! Take my poz cum!” Tyler emptied his load into Billy and gave a hard moan. “Fuck yeah!”

Was driving back home to Vegas from Long Beach, CA and stopped for gas at a Chevron station in Victorville. Didn't think much of it, pulled up to the pump, popped my gas door open and got out of the car. I put my credit card into the machine, chose my grade of gas and put the nozzle in. Wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings and grabbed my phone to check for messages. Out of the blue I heard someone say "Hay boy, haven't I pumped you before?". I recognized the voice and looked up and it was an old neighbor of mine i had known since 2007. Big burly latino guy, mid 50's now with a scruffy beard. I met him on grindr years ago when I first moved back to Long Beach andt his profile was completely blank except for the word "Top". We chatted on and off for a few weeks before he trusted me enough to tell me where he lived and we discovered we were in the same apartment complex on the same floor and he was six doors down from me. He had a partner he cheated on and and thus maintained the blank profile. He was seldom free to hook up because his partner was always around but when he was free we made the best of it. He would text me day or night anytime he had some free time and if I was home he'd run over and pound the fuck out of my throat and ass, blast his load down my throrat or up my ass and then run home and clean up before his parther could suspect anything. I actually got to know his partner just from seeing them out here and there and passing in the hallways, but his partner never knew he was fucking me. That went on for about two years before they moved to another complex a few blocks away, and we lost touch. I looked over at him and said "oh yeah man, I remember, we were neighbors, you pumped me quite a few times thinking back" and he said "yeah i knew it was you when i saw you, i never forget a fuck, even the bad ones" and he asked me what brought me there and I told him that I had moved and was in SoCal for the weekend but now I was heading back to Vegas. He told me he had just left Vegas, was in town for a wedding and was heading back to Long Beach. I told him what a coincidence to run into each other after all this time and I asked him if he was still with his partner and he said yes, he was, but like he told me before his partner is more of a lover than a good fuckslut which is what he really wants and needs, so he still cheats on the side to get that rough nasty sex that he loves so much. I told him I was glad to see nothing had changed and he laughed. He asked me if I had a partner and I told him I was still single and he said that was probably a good thing. We made a little more small talk catching up on the last few years and then his pump clicked off and he pulled it out of the tank and put it away. He looked over at me and said "Are you in a hurry? how bout you let me pump you up and fill your tank again like old times?" Remembering he was an awesome fuck I didn't hesitate to say yes, but asked where he had in mind. He told me there were some abandoned building about a mile down the road and we could pull up behind one and fuck there and i said ok. I finished filling up and then followed him down the road to the abandoned buildings and we circled around back and there was no one there and no one around except for a trailer park about a half a mile away so it was a great place to fuck. I hopped into the back seats of his 4-door Silverado pickup and he followed me in and closed the door. He sat down and said "You know how this works bitch so get to it" and I instantly remembered he has this role play fantasy where I have to be the one to take his dick out of his pants and I also have to be the one to back up on him or sit on him because he gets a rush from a guy wanting his dick. So I took all of my clothes off and quickly jumped into action and frantically unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down like i was really desperate to taste his dick. Once I got his zipper undone I reached in and pulled dick thru the fly of his boxers and started to suck it and as I did it started to grow harder and bigger in my mouth. It was just like I remembered, a little shy of 7" uncut but fat and wide like a football, a real jaw and ass stretcher. He started talking dirty to me and said "what a fucking whore, can't wait to get at my dick can you...suck it bitch, suck my fuckin dick.." I kept sucking away like nobody's business and he put his hand on my head and started slamming my face down on his dick saying "suck it cockwhore, suck my fuckin dick" and I kept sucking away and after a bit he started to stand up and pulled his pants and boxers off and sat back down and slammed my throat down on his dick again, this time using both his hands to force my throat up and down on his dick. The whole time he kept talking dirty and saying 'suck it bitch, suck my fuckin dick".. a few minutes later he started pulling my head off his dick and he would ask me "you like that bitch?" and I'd have to say "yeah" and then he'd slam my throat bat down on his dick some more for a bit and and pull it off again and then ask me again if i liked it and I'd say yeah that went on for a few more minutes and then he let go of my head and said "show me how you suck you fuckin cocksucker, suck my dick like you suck your old man... I'm your daddy now cocksucker" and he let me work him over for a few more minutes while he told me what a good cocksucker i was ..he reached over and started slapping my ass hard which told me he was getting ready to fuck me and i kept sucking him for a bit more and while i was doing that he reached under the seat and pulled out a small bottle of lube he had hidden away and picked up one of my hands and put the bottle in my hand.. i sucked him a little longer and then stopped and opened the bottle to lube up his dick. By now he was laid back on the seat legs spread wide with his eyes closed. I lubed up his dick an then lubed up my hole and maneuvered myself around to sit down on his cock. As soon as my hole touched his dick he said "what are you doing whore, don't tell me you're a fuckwhore too.." and i said "yes" and he responded "you want dick up your ass fag, you want some dick up your ass" and i said yes and sat down hard on his dick and his dick spread my ass open. No sooner was I balls deep when he told me 'you want dick fag I'm gonna give you some dick.. show daddy how you ride, fuckwhore..." and i started to ride his dick and he reached around and put his hands on my hips and started to bounce me slowly up and and down on his dick and he was saying 'fuck your hole makes daddy's dick feel so good" and he kept bouncing me up and down on his dick and moaning with pleasure and soon he was picking up the pace and bouncing me harder and harder on his dick and telling me how he was gonna fuck my hole up and we bounced some more and he started slapping my ass hard and calling me a bitch and a fuckhole and then he pulled me down hard on his dick so i was balls deep n then started to get up and we maneuvered ourselves so I was doggy style on the seat and he was kind of half kneeling and he started pounding my ass doggy style and talking dirty again, this time telling me I'm a nasty fuckhole and telling me how daddy likes to spread his seed to those in need and how fuckholes like me are the best fucks. He started pounding my ass harder and harder trying to go as deep as he could with each stroke and kept slapping my ass hard and talking dirty at the same time. I could tell he was getting close and he asked me "you want daddy's spunk bitch, you want daddy to knock you up?" and I said "fuck yea daddy knock me up" and he kept pounding my ass out and then suddenly he started to moan out "you fuckin bitch, you're gonna make me nutt..." and then I suddenly felt him blast my insides with his hot sperm while he was gasping for breath and calling me a fucking whore and tell me I i was a fucking bitch and he was going to knock me up good. After he was done he stayed inside me for a few more seconds catching his breath and then he pulled out cleaned his dick off with his t-shirt and then told me to get dressed and get out, so i quickly threw myself together and we stepped out of the truck and he was walking around to the driver's side and i started to head to my car and just as I got there I heard him say 'wait up bitch" and i stopped and turned around and he started to walk toward me and when he got to me he said "aren't you gonna say 'thank you daddy'?" and so i said "Thank you daddy" and he said that's better and walked over to his truck, got in and drove off. I figured that was the last I'd see or hear from him but about an hour later I got a text message that said "Is this fuck bitch"? I had still had him in my contact list as "neighbor" so I realized it was him. I responded back "yeah daddy" and he messaged back "thought i stll had ur # i get to vegas sometimes for business, I'll put you back in rotation - like old times, don't hit me up, I'll hit you up when I'm free, k?" I responded "Yes Sir" and that was it. Hoping to hear from him again soon.

Dad is right; the more I get fuck, the more I want his toxic load in me. I'm torn between the Slam or the booty bump, and both have different effects. By the end of the week, Dad is just using his toxic spit P.A. as lube as his P.A. is tearing up on hole so his poisonous seed can enter my bloodstream faster. My brother has told me how the fuck flu will affect me, and he will take care of me as he shows me the date on the inside of his arm, the date he tested Poz from Dad's breeding. As Ganpa Pozzed, Dad and Dad Pozzed, my brother Dad will Poz me. As I never knew my Dad, and I'm so happy he is showing such interest in me and helping me find what I dreamed about when I watch the porno movies on the cell phone he sent me. Before, it was someone else getting fuck with a raw dick, and now it is me begging to become Poz by my father. Yes, the pain was unbearable the first time, but I knew I had to accept as every Gay male does. It took about four days before it went from heavy pain to discomfort until I could relax and enjoy getting fuck as I started to ejaculate hands-free from having Dad's dick working my hole. Seeing the rage in his face with me on my back, legs over my shoulders so he could drive his toxic dick in me as far as he could. The sweet sweat dripped off Dad as he pounded me as hard as he could for as long as he could until he collapsed on top of me. I know my brother is not happy being locked in chastity as it's only Dad's dick going into me and knocking me up. It's Dad's right to Poz me as Grandpa Poz Dad as Dad Pozzed my brother one day. I'm also getting a good education on drugs as Tina is used a lot; others have different effects like coke, special K, and GHB. I liked GHB and the impact of high and a low dose. Also, how to sneak into someone without them knowing it. For the last 14 days, Dad has been fucking me giving me drugs, and this morning, as Dad came in, the sheets on the bed were soaking wet. I had a rash, and I felt like crap.

Part 4 I took 4 hits off the poppers, holding my breath between each hit. I felt the intense rush even before I exhaled the last time. My head began to swim and I pressed my ass back toward Henry’s body, greedily trying to find his cock again. I was already breathing heavy when he pushed his long pole up into me. He went right to work with long, deep thrusts that instantly had me moaning again. “You’re just like your boyfriend. You love being a fuckhole, don’t you, college boy?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Yes I do.” I could picture Jared being here in my place. His dark hair matted in sweat, Henry’s cock buried deep inside that tight ass. How many times had he been here in this bed? How many loads had he taken from this guy? “Yes you do what?” I searched for the words I’d never said before. “Yes I love being a fuckhole.” Saying it clicked something inside me. I’d had sex before — fun sex that I enjoyed. But this was completely different. I could see myself in a mirror across the room. My body was stretched out across the bed, on my side, one leg bent in the air. I could see Henry’s cock slipping in and out of my ass, his big balls nuzzling up against me as he pumped. My face was flush and I was drenched in sweat as he used me like I’d never been used before. No one had ever drained away my control and made me crave their cock so badly. My eyes locked on his balls and I realized that’s where it was — his load. Right now his balls were heavy with cum, but I knew it would be working its way up through his cock and he’d seed me with it. “Please!” I gasped. “Seed me!” Henry almost purred. “That’s it, fuckhole. Beg for it. You all beg for it. Tell me what you really want and you might get it.” “I want you to poz me!” “Yeah? You wanna be like your boyfriend. He begged for it to. How bad do you want it?” “I gotta have it! I need it!” Henry rolled me flat on my stomach, driving my legs apart with his body weight. His full weight was on top of me, pushing my breath out. I struggled to breath under the pressure, only able to manage short gasps of air between grunts when he thrust inside me. In the mirror I could sorta see us, or at least him on top of me. His ass was pistoning up and down on top of me, drilling that cock down into my unprotected hole. He grabbed my wrists, ending what tiny amount of control I might have had. I knew what was coming. If I was honest with myself, I’d admit that I’d known what was coming from the moment I walked up to his house. I could feel it in his energy. Henry had planned for this moment from the minute he saw me outside the bar. There was this crazy sense of anticipation in me – anxiety and desire wrestled inside me while his cock furiously plugged away at my ass. All I could hear was his skin slapping against mine and the creak of the bed has he pounded into me. Some voice inside me said I needed to stop him. That was a poz load he was going to put inside me! But I knew I couldn’t stop this. We’d come too far. I knew when the moment came. I could sense total determination and power in how his body moved. He didn’t say anything or even warn me. There was no “where do you want me to cum?” where I could have given an answer. He simply decided for both of us. I knew his cum was flooding my ass; I could feel the change in his muscles, the spasming of his cock inside me. There was a moment of silence that hung in the air; he held his breath as his body moved inside mine. I could feel the intensity of the moment. And then he exhaled sharply, his body shaking with the release. He plunged his cock deep and held it there; I felt his body quivering. Then a determined thrust of his cock into me. Then a third thrust as he panted. I could feel it — his cum spewing inside me. My body convulsed as he spread his poz seed inside me. It was like an electric bolt going through my body and I gasped. I could feel it still surging through me as Henry collapsed on top of me. His breath was hot against my should and neck. We were both drenched in sweat. My heart was racing and I was trying to take a deep breath but couldn’t. I was totally overwhelmed. What had just happened? I’d never experienced anything like that before in sex. I’d been horny plenty of times, but I’d never felt such a primal craving for something. Henry slid out of my ass and rolled to the side. I still couldn’t move. Every once of energy in me was depleted. He slapped my ass and then massaged it. “That is one impressive piece of ass,” he said gripping it. He pushed two fingers inside me again. I grunted as he moved his fingers around. “I can feel my load in there. You like that load up there, college boy?” I had a hard time making words. I wasn’t sure what I felt — the whole thing felt totally surreal still. “No one’s ever done that to me before,” I finally said. “Oh no? Then you were long overdue. That ass was made for breeding.” My ass was starting to feel sore again, but I didn’t want him to stop playing with it. He took my hand and guided it down to my hole. “Feel that cum inside you,” he said. My fingers explored and I could feel his cum spread across and inside my hole; confirming he’d bred me sent another thrill through me. “We‘ll have to make sure you get more of that.” “Yes, sir,” I said softly, not knowing why I said it or where those words came from. Something had changed for me. I could feel it. [Our boy Jeremy has taken his first poz load — but I’m sure he’s not done. Should we see where his story goes? Let me know if I should keep going …. Just click the blue heart or leave a message.]

CHAPTER ONE I cursed silently as I heard the front door open and shut. It’s not that I was ashamed of what was happening, and certainly wasn't that Jessie would disapprove... but the old closet case with his face between my cheeks had jumped out of his skin at the noise, scraping my hole with his short beard. Bubble butts chafe enough, I didn’t need the help from a sandpaper-faced dad imagining his wife walking though the door. "Who is it?” He asked in a stage whisper. “Do you have a roommate? A partner?" I laughed and jiggled my ass in his face. “No, just my roommate. She’s cool, I just didn’t expect her home this early. I’m sorry.” He relaxed a bit. “Oh okay, cool… so like a girl-girl or like you?” The million-dollar question with Jessie. I called her a she, and she looked like one a lot of the time… but she definitely wasn’t trans, she was whoever she wanted to be on any given day. Most days that happened to be a bleach blonde faggy little bottom boy who wore booty shorts and makeup to the club… but that was why we got along. We were the same height and same tiny build, though Jessie had thicker, more girly legs. She was white, I was black, but give her too much time tanning and me too many dark nights smoking and we might have been cousins. Tiny, gay little cousins. “Like me for sure.” I responded, rolling over on my back and pointing at the wall of polaroids next to my bed. “She’s the blonde in half the pictures.” Half the pics on the wall were us at the club dancing and wearing practically nothing. He was into it, you could tell, and that suited me just fine. The more turned on he was the quicker he’d finish in me. I wasn’t big on fucking, if I’m being honest. Put a gun to my head and I’d say I preferred topping, but the closeted white men who supported my business usually wanted to top, and the ones who wanted to bottom weren’t my type. On any given day I’d rather put the TV on, light up my pipe, and just lose as many hours as I can. I liked company and liked touching, but sex just wasn’t the way I liked to get high. Jessie was good for that. She didn’t smoke tina with me very often but would do an edible and stay with me, watching old reruns of Top Model and complaining how much better it was than RuPaul, or making me pose for new pictures to use on my apps. If I’d been inside for too many nights, she’d force me into one of the skimpy outfits she wore on OnlyFans and drag me to the club so we could dance and drink. “Does he do this too,” the man asked. “I’d love a three-way if he’d be interested…” “Sorry, she doesn’t hook. She does cams and OnlyFans.” “That’s a shame,” he whined, “I’d be happy to pay him or pay you if you could make it happen.” That took me by surprise. “You’d pay me…. to have sex with her?” He shrugged, “Money’s going someplace, right? Paid you $200. Give you five if you can get her in here with us.” This was new territory, and I could use the money. Higher rates meant a nicer class of clientele, but fewer. Could I even do it? I thought I probably could, given some proper scheming. Was it wrong? “So?” the man asked. I had been thinking too long. I made a snap judgment and grabbed my phone to show him some pictures from Jessie’s OnlyFans. “She doesn’t hook so if I try to drag her in here for a three-way it will be too obvious. It would have to be sex with her or sex with me.” “Her.” He responded immediately, the scumbag closet case. “Great, $500 and I think I can make it happen.” He paused, grappling with the idea of paying that much for one little twink. In the end the pictures on my phone and the memory of whatever haggard mother of his children was waiting at home for him brought him around to my side of things. “$400.” “Done. Wait here.” As he Venomed me the remainder I pulled a small pouch from my desk drawer and loaded a glass pipe with a new crystal, some of the good stuff. Grabbing my torch and the pipe I went out to see Jessie. The little blonde boy was sitting on her bed in her typically too small panties, playing with her phone. “Hi, Gay! How was your day?” She said, glancing down at my still naked, swinging cock and sticking her tongue out. “I was about to shower, unless you need it.” “My day was fine, but I have a client in with me. I’m so sorry.” “Oh my god, no, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come back early!” “It’s no biggie at all, he’ll be gone in a few minutes.” I frowned and showed her the pipe. “Hey, do me a favor. Can you try this? I didn’t get it from Amos, and I can’t tell if it’s got a weird taste. I need a second opinion.” She sighed, and I could see her debating. “C’mon, please?” I said, “Just one take, just for my peace of mind.” She grabbed the pipe and lit the bottom of it with the torch, twisting it in her fingers as the crystal melted inside. As smoke filled the chamber she took a deep breath, probably too fast, sucking the white smoke from the burning glass bowl. Her technique wasn’t quite as artistic as mine, but she still exhaled more than I thought she’d gotten. “Tastes fine to me, I think.” She said, handing it back. “That’s because you’re a shitty tweaker,” I snipped. “Here.” Jumping up on the bed I lit the torch again, twirling it in a proper wave while I heated around the bottom. Still heating it, I stuck the tube in her mouth and said, “Breath in SLOWLY, bitch.” She did a fantastic job this time, but I acted like she didn’t. “Oh my god you suck at this, girl, keep breathing in deeper so you get some. Now hold it in, do you see what I mean about the taste?” She shook her head. I groaned, “Ugh, maybe I’m being paranoid since it wasn’t Amos.” Jessie exhaled a truly insane amount of smoke, making her room hazy. As lightweight and inexperienced as she was, she was toast. I rolled the hard way off the bed, using my cock to push her panties into the crack of her bubble butt and making her laugh. “See? Nothing. You need to smoke with me more.” I twisted and pulled from the pipe for a few seconds until it had cooled, then returned to my room and the horny man waiting there....

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.]

I just got fucked by a 6'5 married muscle bull with a firm beer belly and girthy 6" cock. This specific guy fucked me once before about 3 months ago, but I only rode him until he came in 5 minutes. Today's though he walked in and slams me against the wall kissing me hard while undoing our clothes. I was fully naked before him and he was on his knees taking my dick down his throat. Then I did the same before pushing him on my bed and climbing ontop of him sitting right down on that throbbing cock. This time I rode him for at least 5 minutes before he pushed me on my back and ploughed me for another 10 minutes and then he flipped me on all 4s and continued his assault for another 10 minutes before roaring as he came inside me without warning. I'm sitting here feeling my cummy hole and the bliss of feeling stretched out. But to pose the question, why do married men fuck the best? I mean I've been fucked by a good few dicks, but the married ones are always the best.

I grew up in a lumber mill town in Oregon with my Mother in a single-wide trailer. I don't know how we survived without my Uncle Joe, who would send money and send me a cell phone which I used to good use watching Gay Porn. It was a 2 hour trip to school, and I did not fit in as the class's shrimp. But I did have one thing that stood out in the male locker room I was well hung with a 10-inch thick dick. By the time I turned 18, I was 5 ft 7 115 LBS. When the mill closed a few weeks after my 18 birthday, my mother moved to Portland with her Lesbain lover, but I should go live with my Uncle Joe and his son Alex in Fort Lauderdale, Flordia. Uncle Joe sent the plane tickets, so it was a bus to Portland, a flight to Seattle, a stopover in Chicago, and then on the Fort Lauderdale. Uncle sent me a picture of what he looked like as Mom would send him a picture of me a few times per year. I have never seen so many people in my life in airports. I see Uncle Joe, and I'm shocked to see my cousin Ales as Alex looks just like me, skinny, but he is two years older and looks like my twin. Both are matching basketball shorts with tee shirts two sizes too small, showing their nipple piercings. After hugging and introducing me to Alex, he asked for my phone. They took out the Sim card then, threw it in the trash, then took my bags and threw them in the garbage. I'm scared as they lead me to their van; they tell me I will have a great time living with them, opening me up to new experiences. They show me a room where I can sleep as they remodel the house. The bed has a rubber sheet covering it, and that night I can hear grunting coming from the next room where Uncle Joe and Alex are sleeping. I had a good night's sleep as Uncle Joe came in and told me I m going to see the Doctor as I should have a complete check-up. I jump into the shower, and Cousin Alex joins me as. I a shock to see him, and he is hung like me. We get to the Doctor's office, and the first thing he gives me is a jar. They tell me to jerk off into the glass jar, then show me a room to do it in. The TV is playing Gay male pon in the room, and it does not take long. I enter and hand the jar to the Doctor, who is very impressed by how much I filled the glass jar. The doctor tells me the strip naked and laughs that it runs in the family having big dicks. He does the regular check-up until I see the needle and strap, wraps the belt high around my arm, and tells me I will feel like I can't breathe, then I will cough, then I will get a warm feeling and a rush. I see the needle go in. He pulls back the plunger. I see the blood. It all disappears into my arm. What he told me to happen I couldn't breathe, and I was coughing my lungs out. The doctor tells me to bend over the table. As I bend over, he spreads my cheeks and tells Uncle Joe to look at my virgin hole; both laugh as the doctor puts some lube on his finger as he works the finger into my virgin hole and hits my prostate. It does not take him long to get used to his finger as my dick is hard like never before. My breathing is getting faster, and I can't hold back anymore as I shoot another load.

Mmmm this is my kinda party. I LOVE watching old guys top younger guys. Especially is the older guy has a nice big belly! 😋 I still feel like I missed out on so much as a kid. Growing up in a gay pervy family would've been heaven! (Or hell 😉) Me, my two daddies, maybe a few uncles, mmmm you know what, throw in some horny grandpa's and some brothers in their too! Nothing more hot and wholesome than having your dad and uncles teach you what it means when you cock gets hard, and how to satiate that itch!

Inside, Uncle Joe and Alex take me to a part of the house I have never been to, and since I'm naked, Uncle says to me. I went into your Sim card and saw you only watch Bareback porn, so you know what will happen to you. The first time there is a lot of pain since you are a virgin; I will try to make it easier as it's my right to break you in. Alex explains how poppers work, and he will help me inhale them. This room is like what I have seen in some porn movies with sex slings, benches, a bed a stool with lots of toys on the walls. Uncle Joe tells me to get on the bed on my hands and knees as Alex is right in front of me with his rock-hard dick. I wish to reach out and suck it, but I can not. I feel Uncle Joe's hands spreading my ass cheeks as his tongue is licking my ass hole, which feels so good and relaxing as his hand is rubbing my back, telling me to bend lower. The feeling overwhelms me with pleasure I never knew as his finger slips in, and Alex tells me to inhale the poppers twice in each nostril. Uncle Joe says the fun part begins as two fingers go in, but it's so different as there is a burning feeling as he tells me the burning will stop soon. Things change fast as I'm pushed flat on my stomach, and Uncle Joe's body weight is on top of me as Alex tells me to hit the poppers five times now, and as I finish, the most pain of my life strikes me as I'm screaming for my life as Uncle Joe dick is pushing in until his 10-inch beer can size dick is all the way in. As my screaming stops and I start to relax, Uncle Joe talks to me. I'm Pozzing you, and one day you will meet your grandfather. Andy, I'm not your Uncle, but your father and Alex is your brother, and your mother is my sister. The tattoos on Alex's and my arms are the days we tested for HIV Positive as my father pozzed me. Alex bends down, kisses me, and welcomes me to the family as his dick enters my mouth. The pain in my ass is not bad as Dad is fucking me, as I have seen in many porno films. The heat from Dad feels wonderful as his sweat is dripping as he is working my hole, but I do notice these red lights on the wall. Alex tells me to open wide so I can swallow his load as Dad is now pounding me hard and grunting as he collapses on top of me. We lay there for what seemed like an hour. As Dad gets up, I see his dick has dark blood and tells Alex to clean it. Dad tells me next time; it's my joe to clean any dick that fucks you and gives you a load, especially one that is going to Poz your negative hole. Dad gives me a butt plug to wear as Alex gives me a belt to keep it in. Dad gives me a schedule of when my breeding is until I come down with the fuck flu. Alex is put in Chastity. I'm not to leave the house as only Dad is to fuck four times per day with no lube; I can be slammed, but the only thing going in my hole is Dad Poz's dick

Hey, thanks for sharing that story. I got fucked bare for the first time on Friday night by two guys who told me that they were postiive after they fucked me. They said "enjoy that gift" to me after they both fucked my ass and came inside. I didnt sleep that night and on Saturday I thought about going to the doctor to get the pills but I didn't...and I haven't gotten any pills since then. Anxious, nervous, horny, excited, scared, feeling like every emotion all at the same time and I can't stop thinking about it. I never thought really about bareback or getting "pozzed" and I have been reading anything I can ever since Friday. I think I have decided to wait and see what happens. If that was it, then I will embrace it. If not, then I don't know. It was so hot feeling cock throbbing inside of me and shooting cum. I have been fucked before but it NEVER felt like that feeling of bare skin and knowing that when he was cumming it was inside of me and becoming part of me. Fuck, I have been hard non stop since it happened and I feel bad and awesome at the same time...

I’m a BTM with an average sized dick. It’s decent but wasted because I’m always soft and spun when I’m getting railed. I might as well have a little dick. It wouldn’t make any difference.

I’m always a bit bemused when insurance companies speak of losing money in business because I have always failed to see how the insurance business is distinct from gambling; the insurers are gambling that the insureds’ luck will hold, the insured are gambling that it won’t. And since the insurers write the policies, the deck is stacked in favor of the house.

I’m Gen-X. To me, an arcade is a place where you go to rid yourself of all your quarters playing Pac-Man, Dig-Dug and Galaxian on stand-up consoles. Boop Boodle Boop Boop Boop Boodle Boop Boop BooooodlyBooooooodlyBoooooodlyBoop* You couldn’t have heard yourself fucking for the noise, and there weren’t any surfaces remotely horizontal enough to do it on. But I don’t think that’s what you men who speak of fucking in arcades are talking about. What’s the distinction between an arcade and an adult bookstore/adult theater? Is it something else entirely? Is this a generational thing, or something understood in some parts of the world and not others? * My apologies to anyone under 40 whom I may have just caused to suffer severe eye-rolling, or anyone under 25 who may have no idea what I’m talking about.

I never thought of doing this, but I got hard reading this. I'm going to a cruising area this morning and going to look for some used filled condoms.

I just love the sight of cruising areas all littered with used condoms. When I was in a sauna in Budapest recently I also look around the trash cans in a lot of the separate rooms and was lucky to find around 8 used ones. Two weren't filled but with the filled ones I had a nice piggy session of putting them on my cock, licking them out and putting them in my ass. It was the first time I tried that and absolutely loved it. Thank you for the great inspiration

I must say that I hadn't given a lot of thought to chastity devices until this thread. Now I think I wanna fuck a guy wearing one. Thanks! 😍🥰👍

Found this guy on twitter He was married but wanted to fuck an ass. He was texting me and asked if bb or condom I said bb. He had a huge thick dick. He slowly got it all in and started fucking harder. He let out a yell and filled my ass with a huge load he then asked if he could come back Looking forward to it

My understanding was that I agreed once I walked in. If I don’t want my holes fucked then I need to leave the space!

Part 3 - A Mysterious Illness For the Royal Kingdom, insanity drew intensity as panic flooded the streets. Naked bodies fled their homes, houses burned. The Great Pause had descended onto the Royal mansion, and all of its subjects. As the sun fell behind the far mountains of the west, Chance Royal and his officers took to the street. Moving door to door in the panic, he looked for doors with a red X marked on the front. He came to a small house, the door appeared as if blood had been slathered diagonally both ways, a red X. Chance issued Brian an order, to enter the premises and Pause all activity. Each door that King Chance came across that had a red X was issued an officer to enter for the Great Pause. Chance came across another door, once again, with a red X slashed across the front. He stood before it, the screams and panic around him fueled his hatred towards the doctor. He reconsidered carefully, as the doctor, who appeared from no where, told him that his kingdom would be in ruin if he continued. Although the doctor was intelligent, he was never seen again after telling the king of the chaos that ensued. Allegedly, he entered a small box with a red X painted on the outside, where he and the box were never seen again. Chance entered the door. Inside he turned a corner, and found an older man laying on a table, surrounded by offerings. The man acknowledged Chance, and pleaded that he could be honored to take part in the Great Pause. “This kingdom, you, my king. I owe my life and devote myself to you. We will resume our kingdom, and I lay my loyalty down to you.” Chance laughed deeply. His cock growing. This poor bastard had no idea why the kingdom was suffering, and he had no idea what the Great Pause was. Sure, the kingdom was experiencing a pause in all economic progress, but this was strictly a health matter. “The doctor said a strange illness was spreading. I am the illness. I am what perverts this country. You lay your life down to me, I will reward you. You will never have to worry about getting the illness again after I’m done with you.” The man stared at Chance. And the grin across his face turned remarkably evil, and his cock jumped. Hard, bushy, and curving to the left, the man begged Chance to give him the illness. Astounded, Chance walked over to the man, realizing he was a soothsayer. The man knew everything already; he stood up to bow and pay his respects. Chance grabbed his prick, pulling him in, and kissing the man passionately. He slid his tongue in and out of the man’s mouth, and moved down his body. Kissing his nipples, belly button, and cock, Chance began pleasuring the soothsayer by sucking his rigid cock. Precum leaked and oozed from him, salty and tasty. He smelled musky, and sweaty. Chance stood, and turned the man around swiftly. Chance spit downwards on his cock, and shoved it in the man’s hole. Barely any lubrication, the soothsayer whelped out a loud howl of pain. This didn’t stop Chance, it only made him fuck harder. The soothsayer begged and pleaded and bargained with Chance to infect him. To take over and hijack his mind and body with the illness. Chance slammed deep, and long, thrusting hard into the man’s guts. Each fuck, each thrust, and each slam, the soothsayer moaned in pleasure now. Chance picked up pace, and depth. Burrowing his cock into the man. “You’re mine. You owe me. You’ll serve me in death.” The soothsayer exploded. Cum spattered everywhere as Chance fucked him harder, spewing his own toxic, evil seed into the garden he tilled. The soothsayer hungrily took the load. Chance stepped back, looking at the man. The soothsayer winked at him. “The kingdom may be in a Great Pause, but your majesty, YOU are the Great Poz. I am honored to serve you.” ”You’re God damn right you are, faggot.”

I have fucked both men & women in the ass. I was a married man when I first fucked a bottom. In an Arcade with him on his knees worshipping my cock when asked, "Do you fuck". I had never taken a guy anally at that point, I said "Yes". H stripped off his shorts and reached between his legs to guide my stiff cock to an eager hole. This happened in '94 but I remember it well, I was the best fuck off my life. He said , "I wanted hard & fast", as Pounded his pussy with my stiff road. As I knew I was close to Cumming I as, "where do you want my load?" It was the 1st time but not the last time I heard, "Breed me" and I did...

PART 3 The bedroom was small and dark, like the rest of the apartment. The fan tried moving the hot air around, but it was still muggy. He laid me on the bed on my back, raising my legs. I felt him tug on the thing vibrating in my ass. The vibration stopped. I grunted when he popped it out, feeling a relief as my ass was getting a break from the stimulation. He let my legs fall back to the bed. He began massaging my feet, the pressure feeling so good. He began working up to my calves and I groaned softly with the pleasure. My legs raised, he moved in closer, and I felt his hefty cock laying against my balls. “You want this so badly,” he said intently but softly. “Your boyfriend did, too. He kept coming back. He got nervous and ran off that first night, but he came back a few nights later. Ready for it. Wanting it so badly that he begged me for it.” I could picture it in my head. Jared here in this apartment, ass spread on the couch like I just was. Laying in this bed like I am now. This weird craving for Henry’s cock. Jared and I have fucked each other, so I know the sounds he makes. I know how he likes it. And now I realized he was wanting more than what we were doing. I remember the night just before he left for the summer when he pulled the condom off of me while we were fucking. Henry was massaging my thighs, then reached the sensitive spot on either side of my pelvis. Here he was more delicate, stimulating rather than massaging. I groan and arched my back. I didn’t know how sensitive this spot was. I started to writhe, losing control as he worked his hands up my torso. “I was deep inside your boyfriend, college boy. He’d never had raw cock before mine. You haven’t had it yet, either. I gave him what he really wanted …. What he was made for. I fucked him raw and put my seed in him. And you know what? Each time I did, he needed more. He kept coming back and I kept pozing his ass.” I felt his cock press harder against my pelvis, the sweat lubing his cock so it slid across my body. He pinned me with his body, the weight feeling so good on top of me. “Do the same to me,” I said quietly to Henry. He grinned, pushing himself back into a kneeling position between my legs. He lifted my legs,, pressing my knees to my chest. My muscles were so relaxed that I easily folded into the position. It felt odd, being compressed like that. I could feel him moving his pelvis, his cock brushing against my ass which was hiked up. He teased my ass with his cock while making out. Slowly he reached backward for some of the things he’d brought from the living room with us. I looked down the length of my body. I could see it. His raw cock. Long and hard as he slowly slicked with lube. There was no rubber. Part of me thought I should say something about a condom. Now was the time to do it. He’d put one on if he wanted to fuck me badly enough. But those words weren’t able to form in my mouth. I pictured Jared laying here like me, Henry doing the same motions, massaging his own cock as he spread lube across it. Jared gave into him; he took that cock raw and got pozzed by this man. Deep inside I knew I was going to do the same. Henry pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose, squeezing off one nostril then the other as I took a couple of hits. “Hold it in until I tell you to exhale.” I did as I was told, feeling the heaviness held in my lungs. “Exhale slowly.” I let it out slowly, again smelling the distinct odor of the poppers. The rush slammed me at once, my heart excelerating and a hot feeling moving up through my body and out across my arms, all my muscles relaxing. My head started to swim a bit. But what I really felt was an intense hunger in my ass. I started breathing heavier. Henry knew; he was towering over my body, watching me succumb, waiting for this moment. He didn’t miss a beat, rolling my legs back further so my feet were directly over my head. “Someone looks hungry,” he growled. I saw one hand go to his long cock and take aim. He pressed his body forward, and I lost sight of his cock as I felt pressure on my hole. I could feel the heat coming off his cock – the heat of his raw skin. No rubber, nothing between us. This wild, primal thrill went through me. I wanted to say something … anything … but couldn’t form a single word. All I heard was my heart pounding in my chest, and suddenly felt the sharp pressure of penetration into my bare ass. “Ahhh!” was the only sound I could manage to make. His raw cock continued to slide up into my eager hole, and I let out a soft whimper. I could feel his trimmed pubic hair brushing up against my spread ass. “That’s it, college boy. Just breathe. Your ass is so ready for this. It wants this. Just let those muscles wrap themselves around my cock.” I breathed deep and started to relax again, the anxious thoughts falling away as I felt Henry flex his dick inside me. I was swimming in the poppers, beer and thick summer heat. I looked at Henry, my eyes feeling kinda groggy, but my body totally awake. Henry stayed where he was, his thick cock sitting inside me, letting me get used to the feeling. I felt the heat of his raw skin against mine, radiating inside me. Then he began to move. It was a subtle movement at first, his dick just kind of massaging me from the inside. But his movements quickly became strokes, and he picked up speed. I was getting fucked — raw fucked. “How’s it feel, college boy? How’s that raw cock feel?” I’d never felt anything like this before. His cock glided in and out of my hole. I could feel the contours of his dick as it pushed and pulled at my hole. “Fuck! That’s amazing!” Henry responded by pushing my legs wider, holding my ankles, and staring down at me. His face was contorted with his own pleasure, and he even rolled his head back, closing his eyes, just feeling the sensations on his cock. Feeling himself deep inside me. He started fucking me harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin got louder, and I felt sweat dripping off him onto my abs. I was moaning now, totally lost in the fuck. “That’s it, college boy. Take my cock like your boyfriend does. I knew you were a fuckhole like he is.” “Fucking pound me!” I roared as he was pounding into me, my body shaking with each thrust of his cock. I wanted more! “Fuck yeah, fuckhole! Perfect little fuckhole,” he said, sweating pouring down his body. Henry started slowing down, then pulled out. He leaned back into a kneeling position again, panting. His dick was standing straight up, slathered in lube and wet with my ass. It was a deep red, raw, engorged from pounding my hole. “Fuck boy! This is intense!” “Did you cum?” I asked nervously. I felt a mix of fear and disappointment. Fear that he’d cum inside me — no one ever had. I’d always done the right thing and been fucked with a condom. But there was also a feeling of disappointment I didn’t understand. Did I want to get loaded? He already told me he is poz. But a part of me wanted to have that, to take that load. “No, college boy. You haven’t earned that, yet. You’re gonna know when it happens — you’ll feel it.” He rolled me onto my side, then laid down behind me. He lifted one of my legs. I felt him positioning the head of his cock to line up with my hole again. “I can’t take much more,” I said. “My hole is getting sore.” I felt his cock slide away from my hole and his body turned slightly. “Your boyfriend said the same thing the first time I gifted him.” He fumbled around for a moment, then pushed the bottle of poppers up under my nose, roughly pushing the bottle neck into my nostril. “Take four long hits, holding your breath between each one,” he ordered me. “This is what its like to be a fuckhole. You don’t just get pozzed. You have to earn it.” [Let me know how you’re enjoying the story. Can simply click the blue heart or leave a message. I’ll say I’m really enjoying writing this for ya’ll]

I'm sure this is going to ruffle a few feathers, but I find guys in chastity devices at sex clubs a major turn off. I have never fucked a guy wearing one, and seriously doubt I ever will. Unfortunately it seems to have become common place over the last 5 or 6 years for guys to wear them in sex clubs.

anyone still sorts in denial or struggling with being gay? Im in that boat, and would be cool to talk to someone in the same boat. I know I'm a faggot who likes cock, but still sorta try to convince myself I'm not gay. Anyone feel the same way?

There are a number of advantages to taking a cumdump* as your own personal Breedboy. Do you get a thrill rutting in a Hole other Cocks have been Breeding in? Does the idea of a guy so in-love with raw Cocks that he devotes much of his time taking them; would their loads up his gut get your Cock hard and ready to Breed? Can you imagine yourself as a whoremaster, supervising a cumdump's need for many men Breeding him? How does your Cock feel, imagining that? Obviously, going out hunting for fresh Hole is exciting, and should be practiced regularly, but lately there seem to be more risks associated with our traditional "hunting grounds". Hitting the backrooms/fuckjoints is increasing as a "known" risk factor for the new covid variant, meningitis, monkeypox, as well as the usual bugs, etc. If you were to allow a cumdump to share your home, in exchange for "on-demand" sexual service, would that be worth the effort on your part? If he weren't already, you would need to have him tested for all the bugs, vacced when appropriate, all the potential mitigation in place. Depending on your preferences, fetish's, Lusts, sexual behaviors, a guy well-enabled to meet all your requirements and more could be an attractive addition to your normal routine. I'm assuming a "live-in" arrangement, since that would pay off the most, given the nature of the arrangement. Thus, there would be house rules, of course, a-la a "roommate" situation. Those would be up to you to create, using your imagination to it's utmost. For example, divvying up household duties like cooking, cleaning, shopping, etc. Bear in mind that you'd need to offer the prospective Breedboy some attractions he wants too, so in essence, it's a negotiation. I won't get into all of that here, since there's one particular pitfall that ended with a buddy splitting up with a cumdump who was - by any other measure - a decent guy. That pitfall is, never, ever use sexual Lust as a punishment. There are many attractions to this arrangement. If you have something else you need to attend to, sending your cumdump out to take loads and bring home a full, wet Hole for your enjoyment is one. Or, have him get online and round up some Cocks to Breed him while you're away doing whatever. Or, whoring him out in person to fuckbuds, fwb's, tricks, etc. Would you take pride in walking down the street with him, knowing that other men that have used him are envying you? Would you enjoy watching other men check out his ass? At the orgies, would you enjoy rutting in other Holes while your cumdump was taking loads right next to you? In other words, would it be pleasing to share your Lusts with other Tops, whether you were present and taking part or not? Would you find that an enriching addition to your sexual life? Exciting, perhaps? All "roommates" have disagreements about all kinds of things, and since a Breeder/cumdump sexual relationship is based on having a lot of sex, that should be considered to be the Untouchable Foundation of the relationship. Of course, you should like the guy, and he you. Some other common interests would be a plus too. But issues will arise, and handling those should not affect the foundation of the relationship. For example, if Dad is disappointed in something the boy didn't do - follow through on - whatever, Dad needs to figure out something the boy doesn't like to do - wash the dishes, clean the house, pull weeds, walk the dog, whatever - and use those tasks as punishment. Never ever use denial of the boy's craving for raw Cock as a punishment. Always uphold, reinforce, encourage and enable the cumdump's craving for loads up his gut: anonymous, your buddies, going to orgies, whoever/however. It's important that no matter how pissed off you get for whatever he did, you uphold and encourage his natural instincts, and make sure the issue of sex doesn't enter into other minor household issues. The whoring must be sacrosanct, without possibility of being questioned. If some orgy had been planned for Friday, and he does something to piss you off on Thursday, the orgy is attended and enjoyed, without question. The importance of that foundation is crucial to the success of the relationship, and rises above any other issue (absent any other negotiated "hard limits" of course). For context, I enjoyed this kind of arrangement for about 3 years, which ended because of life-altering reasons other than sexual ones. I loved walking down Wilton Manors Drive, and noticing other men glancing, smiling, knowing that they'd enjoyed my cumdumps Hole. At the orgies, I found it thrilling watching him take on all cummers while I rutted in other Holes next to him. Sometimes, I had something else to do and gave him a goal of taking X loads by the time I'd get back home - and when I turned the corner and saw cars in front of the house, it was crazy-making for me. Walking into the house, he'd call out something like "I'm in the sling taking loads, Daddy - just like you told me". That just turned my crank. I'd walk in there, say something like "hey, guys - hope you're enjoying his Hole" and strip then and there. More recently, I have a sometimes fb, and we got through the initial pandemic together (sexually) when everything was shut down. A while ago he met a guy, entered into a cumdump-arrangement, and made the mistake of using denial of sex as a punishment for some other issue. And now his cumdump has left because Chris used denial of sex as a punishment. There are other reasons as well maybe, but denial of sex was definitely a serious one for the cumdump. That was the foundation of their living together. If you can imagine enjoying something like a live-in cumdump, it might beat going out to the fuckjoints all the time. A live-in cumdump would mix the sexual routine up very nicely. It would be at least marginally safer, since any restrictions you'd want to impose would be easy to make. But never ever use denial of sexual wantonness as a punishment. If you made plans to take him to some orgy/tubs/ backroom/ fuckjoint for loads, and he pissed you off prior, be sure to take him there anyway, putting aside any other distractions. Enforce the rules some other way, and work the issue out while upholding/celebrating his Lusts and yours at the same time. It might turn out to be fun. I would do it again, given the right cumdump. *I'm defining this term as a guy who loves taking loads so much, he's already very willing to bend over any time, any place (well, backrooms, fuckjoints) for multiple raw Cocks/loads.

From a guy I see every month or two. Sexy as hell (I think). He really clicks libido-wise, because we both seem to have an excellent time. Kinda rare IMO.

It isn't your body that builds up a resistance, it is the actual STIs that build up resistance to the medication. But I agree: only take/get them when you're sure you've got something.

Fuck yeah. Nice and open! @versmetropig and @partying.hard - the first guy to ffist me was able to do this after a nice amount of T (slamming smoking and chempiss). Wonder what it would be like to have two guys do this to me at the same time.

For me...I like a Top to cum in me first. Hopefully, he can keep going. I then like to cum with his dick and seed in me. Afterwards, we go for round two and more cum. With any luck, we can go on like this for hours.

It's so hot when a Top just pulls his cock out of his pants and breeds you fully clothed. My dick is rock hard and leaking.

I like to put my hardon in used condoms and jerk off with some guy's jizz coating my dick.

So much to unpack here. I'm going to assume that language translation difficulties are responsible for a lot of this. 1. You say you've been "together" for eight years, but that his company "just sent him here" - suggesting you were living apart most of your relationship. 2. Things are different in every country - sometimes better, sometimes worse, and sometimes a mix of both. The only way to know what it would be like is to visit there more often and see what it's like. That may mean taking a break from school, or seeing if you can study a semester over there. 3. I do not want to stereotype cultures, but I would have a hard time believing that the social pressure to remain closeted is as strong in Ireland as it is in Greece. 4. Greece and Ireland are not the only options for your future. Greece and Ireland are both in the EU, meaning you have options across the EU. Yes, relocation has costs, and going somewhere you do not speak the local language is hard to do. But it's possible to go somewhere that is much more gay-welcoming. 5. As for telling people in Greece and dumping the friends who are not supportive? That's certainly doable, as well, but only you can tell whether this would put your personal safety at risk. Bottom Line: this is a decision no one else can make for you and very few people can give you specific "Do this" or "Do that" advice because they don't know the entirety of your situation. In America, we have a saying: "Time to put on your big-boy pants" - meaning that sometimes, you have to make an adult decision, do what's right for you, and resolve to live with the consequences. But only you can decide what's right for you.

I think it's equal parts guilt/shame for enjoying it so much or for cheating, but i ALSO think it's that freedom of just getting to be a man and fucking instead of "making love". I've had many very vocal married men fuck me and really pound me. They like to be reminded that they're still alpha male, dominant and virile. ...and shooting in a hole without a condom feels great! They generally either fuck better/harder/more forcefully or they can be more timid and scared. That's happened before too.

I've been officially diagnosed with monkeypox now. I was in one of my whore trips around UK and Spain, and probably messed around with about 50+ guys? In saunas and cruise clubs. So not too surprised this happened. I started noticing white 'pimples' around my butt cheeks that progressed into bigger blisters. White at the beginning, they develop a dark inner part, get darker and eventually burst. They are itchy. I've got them in the butt cheeks, dick, legs, back and the worst place, the soles of my feet; it's making it super painful to walk on them. I've also been having problem shitting, was difficult at the beginning, sensation of wanting to go to n2 but nothing would come out. Eventually it'd happen and I've been seeing some blood in the stool. I did test negative for other STDs (incredibly) but I did test pos for covid again, had it originally in 2020. So I'm dealing with monkeypox + covid infection. Surprisingly I'm feeling quite well, no fevers or pains. Just the logistics of dealing with the blisters, a bit of blood when shitting. I got tons of swabs done by the SF department of health and they are sending them to the CDC so they can track things better. Testing for this is a pain, literally, they have to crush the swab against the blister to try to get as good as a sample as possible for PCR to pick it up. All this may sound horrible, but seems all these blisters will clear in 2-4 weeks and I'll be like new. I'm feeling just fine, even with covid, so just taking it easy and isolating a bunch until this resolves. The worst part has been without a doubt the response from some of the people I've talked with. Some have instantly called me 'whore' and 'reckless'. I'm open about the sex I have, which involves many guys in a single night, but I never expected this much judgment from people with a feeling of 'you are getting what you deserve' and 'you are toxic, get away' kind of talk....

For me, the idea and intent behind chastity are what counts more than an actual device. Chastity, to me, is not about forbidding orgasm, but about controlling it. i only see it or am interested in chastity as part of a Top/bottom relationship with a Man. The idea of putting myself in chastity has zero appeal. The hottest dynamic i can imagine is a relationship where the Top truly doesn't see or want me with a 'cock.' But then, i am total bottom. i would think it's very different with a versatile guy, and chastity could take on a different meaning, where he has a "cock" and it is being locked up. As a total bottom, i am drawn to Total Tops who don't want a guy with a "cock," but He sees and treats it more like He might a womans clit. Not that i am talking feminization, or trans here, i'm not. It's different. A womans clit is still a very real part of their sex organs and sexuality. In my experience when i was married to a woman, she got off on having her clit stimulated, but did not like to orgasm that way, it was always a precursor to being penetrated and bred. i found i related to her, i needed/wanted the same thing. So the idea of chastity is both physical and psychological for me. It's a part of me a Man can manipulate to get or keep me horny for His cock and cum. It's not that i do not need or want to cum, but that i need/want the connection and bond where He is in charge and controls my orgasm. To me, that is an enormously deep bond when our pleasure is bound that way. But it only works when the need/desire is mutual. Chastity, to me, is not so much about locking and owning my "cock," but about owning my orgasm.

I will in London from Saturday thru Tuesday. I plan on visiting the Vault on Monday evening. In the meantime I would love to meet up with some sub bottoms, TS, or CDs. I'm not a flake and definitely know what I want.

Fuck, I'm horny. I want a hung dad's RAW cock in me and/or want to take a load I KNOW is POZ for the 1st time. 🤤😈🥵 Can't stop thinking about it today. I'm weird, I think. 🥺

I like lots of scenarios, but there is something extra sexy about the dark.

Love, love, love darkroom and anonymous. The suspense, the excitement and of course the delicious load at the end. Addicted to anonymous and loving it

No. l am a gay man and a total top. I USE faggots, I degrade faggots, l rough faggots up, pass faggots around, whore faggots out and use them as fucktoys, cumdumps, toilets and breeding bitches. l treat faggots like cheap, worthless trash and they thank me for the privilege. l’m not a faggot myself, but l love true faggots who know their place and crave being put in it. Keep up the good work in serving your superiors faggots of the world. And we men will continue to throatfuck you, assfuck you, fistfuck you, dildo fuck you, piss on you, spit in your face, degrade you, use you for a human fleshlight and a cumdumpster, whore you out, pass you around and tell you what dirty slutty faggots you are.

Chapter 4 I got home and went straight for a hot shower. Again I needed to clear my head. I came out dried off and looked in the mirror. The piercings and my new tattoo looked good, they were showing who I was. My phone pinged. There was a message from a number I didn’t recognise. ‘Hi it’s Luke, Sally’s friend. She told me you had joined Team Boy but hadn’t come out properly yet? Would love to help you with that sometime’ it read. ‘er yes that’s right’ I replied, trying not to sound too keen. ‘Cool, I’ll take you to the Queen Molly in the village tomorrow, it’s a good place to start, I’ll call at 9’ It appeared I was continuing my journey, without even trying. Luke called for me spot on 9 the next night. We sat together with a drink each. ‘So, she says you’re single and definitely looking for cock’ Luke said. I was aware of his hand on my thigh. ‘Erm well I’m single and I suppose a guy would be good’ I replied. ‘Come out with me and Joe sometime, you’ll have a good time’ he continued. ‘By the way, like those piercings’ . I had a tight t shirt on and the outline could be seen through the material. It made me feel hot. We chatted a while more and an hour quickly passed. I had work the next day so didn’t want to be back too late. Luke was kinda hot as well. As we got home I thought I would take a calculated risk. ‘Fancy coming in for a quick coffee? ‘ I asked. ‘Thought you’d never ask!’ Luke sat in the centre of the sofa, ‘I’ll make the coffee later’I said as I sat next to him. We kissed straight away, his hand moving to my belt. He pulled it and opened my jeans. My cock sprang free. ‘Mmm nice cock ,we can have fun with that! I would love to fuck you but I haven’t got any condoms’ he said. ‘Sshhh’ I replied. I wanted to see his and again pulled his trousers open until I could see his stiff cock. Not as thick as Phil’s but still a good 6 inches. I went to suck it straight away. I knew I was becoming a bit of a cock queen, I just loved it. After a couple of minutes frantic sucking, and Luke still playing with my cock, I knew I wanted him in me. I shrugged my jeans down, pulling them off. Before Luke could move ,I had straddled him on the sofa. I tried to lube my hole with saliva as best I could, and positioned his cock next to my hole. I lowered myself slowly down. ‘I need to tell you something ‘ Luke started. ‘Ssshhh!’ I said again, now working my arse up and down on his cock. It felt tight and good. ‘Just fuck my arse’ I whispered. He didn’t need asking twice. ‘’Get up’ he ordered’ I want to fuck you from behind, I can get in deeper’ he replied. I bent over on the sofa, allowing him full access. ‘ Well, that is a hot tattoo! Definitely won’t be using condoms now’ Luke said’ gonna give you my full load’ as he slid his cock in deep. ‘Fuck yes just cum deep in me, I want your cum’ I blurted out as Luke started pounding my arse hard. After a few minutes of hard fucking..’ Here it comes, take it all’ Luke breathed in my ear as he unloaded in me. I knew from what Sally had said there was some risk Luke may have not been taking his meds. I got off on the risk as I walked my cock and came just as Luke was pulling out. ‘Fuck, that was hot’ Luke said’ you have a great ass, will definitely be seeing that again, and loading it with my seed’ ‘Anytime!’ was all I could say. We kissed again as he left. I wanted to sleep with his cum in me. I-was just finishing my sandwich at lunch the next day when my phone pinged again. It was Sally. ‘ Hi Neil, Luke told me you went for a drink at the Molly last night, but you both behaved yourselves? ‘ ‘yeah that’s right’ I said’ Cool, that won’t last long with Luke, you can tell me to mind my own business, but I’ll go with you to the Health clinic, I think you should get on Prep, you don’t want any of Luke’s little poz swimmers in you when you’re unprotected’ she went on. If only she knew. I wanted to keep her onside. I would go, after all I didn’t have to take any….’ok ‘ I replied ‘he didn’t tell me he was poz and I wasn’t going to ask’ . ‘ He will tell you soon enough I guess. I’ve arranged an appointment tonight after work, they have a Drop in session on Thursdays.’ I walked in with Sally. ‘I’m a big boy I’ll be upfront with them’ I said. The nurse asked,’ Are you in a high risk group for hiv? Do you have unprotected sex with other men? ‘ ‘yes’ it was very matter of fact. ‘Ok, we have to do a quick test as you have to be negative to have it .’ She took a quick thumb prick test and some more blood. I felt a little faint, but also a rush. It was my first test. It came back negative. They would do a full test on the blood but subject to that they would prescribe me Prep. ‘Remember, you can pick this up on Monday , but it isn’t PeP, so if you have just had unprotected sex or have sex this weekend with someone who is viral, then it won’t protect you. It takes seven days to be effective’ I tried not to look guilty, I had a good idea what may be happening tomorrow……

Next chapter please....

By this point Pup had already administered his own slam. I stared into his dilated pupils in disbelief. How could he possibly have known? I’d never told anyone, ever. “I asked you a question, boy.” “Umm, I… Yes Pup.” “Good boy. You’re going to be my cum dump for the weekend. This is what you really wanted all along, isn’t it boy?” “Yes Pup.” “No questions about status?” “Just one Pup. You’re not really undetectable, are you?” “Fuck no, boy. I’m toxic. I’ve been off of my meds for months. I dumped my toxic cum in you last night, and I’m about to do it again.” “God yes, Pup.” “Good boy. This is going to be a weekend of firsts for you. You’re about to take my fist, I promised that you that. But I have other plans for you this weekend. You should just assume anyone that fucks you this weekend is poz. Get in the sling, boy.” I climbed into the sling and he started fucking me before dumping his load in my hole. Noticing my dick had gone soft after the slam he pulled out a couple other syringes. He then explained, “This is Trimix boy, it will help counteract the meth and help you stay hard.” And with that he swabbed my dick with an alcohol pad and injected it quickly. “Keep rubbing the alcohol pad on it”, he ordered. He then administered Trimix to his own dick, which sprang to life immediately even though he’d just cum. It took a couple minutes but finally my dick was hard again. Once he saw this he took out his K-Lube mixture and started working it into my hole, and in no time his hand popped into my hole. I was in ecstasy as he worked his cum deeper into my hole, but he had other plans that didn’t include fisting. He slowly withdrew his fist from my hole and explained. “You’re nothing but a dirty cum dump chem whore now. But I have a few more things to introduce you to.” He handed me a bottle of juice and ordered me to take a mouthful of it and hold it in my mouth, then he had me tip my head back as he added another liquid to it. “Swallow it, fast”, he ordered. I swallowed the now bitter tasting juice in one gulp. “That’s G boy, we’re going to add some swirl to your slam.” He had me lay back in the sling as he invited one of his friends over to try out his new fuck toy. Little did I know they’d already coordinated this before my slam, he was just waiting until I was more agreeable. His friend arrived and Pup offered him my ass. For the next several hours the three of us fucked, sucked and jerked each other off until it was night. Hours had passed that seemed like minutes. By now it was early Saturday morning, and his friend needed to leave. We said our goodbyes and once he was gone Pup asked me how I felt. “I feel amazing Pup. I can’t believe I’m still wide awake.” “You want another slam, boy? I have something else for you to try.” “Hell yes Pup” He flashed me a devilish grin and he had me help him gather the supplies to prepare two more slams and two more trimix shots. I told him I wanted to try a bit more this time, so he prepared a .25 for me, and a .5 for himself. He decided to administer the Trimix first this time. Once this was done he put the tourniquet on my arm to administer my slam, but held back. “Do you want a bloodslam, boy?” My mind was racing. I had come down enough from my first slam that I was fully aware of what was happening, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be like this man. He’d made it his mission to corrupt me, and I was loving every minute of it. “Fuck Yes Pup.” “You understand this will almost certainly infect you?” “I know, Pup.” “I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re going to have my poz blood running through your veins. Just so you know, I’m O-, so you won’t have a bad reaction to it.” And with that my needle made a detour to his arm, and I watched the syringe fill with his blood. He pulled the needle out of his arm and licked away the blood that escaped from the injection site. This was hotter than anything I’d ever read about on BZ, and I was living it. He swabbed my arm with alcohol, then inserted it into my vein. “This is it boy, your life is about to change.” And with that he emptied the syringe into my arm. Just like last time I felt the cold rush through my body and I felt amazing. “Lay back boy, just enjoy the feeling”, he ordered as he administered his own slam. We laid around just enjoying each other’s bodies for a while, but then he ordered me to open my mouth. He dropped a small square into my mouth and told me to hold it under my tongue. “What is this?”, I asked. Before this weekend the strongest thing I’d ever done was marijuana, all of this was new to me. “It’s Acid, boy. Just lay back and enjoy the ride.” Pup began playing video games, randomly asking me if I was seeing anything strange. For a long time I didn’t feel anything, but Pup blindfolded me and told me to just lay back and relax. Suddenly it hit me and I felt like I was going to get sick. Pup rushed me to the bathroom, and sat me on the toilet, still blindfolded. When he pulled off the blindfold he was standing in front of me in his pup mask and pup gear. In that moment flying high on Meth and Acid I was convinced he’d transformed into an actual pup, but I was happy to see him. “Are you going to get sick, boy?” “I don’t think so, Pup.” “Then come back into my room” I laid on his bed while he continued to play video games. In that moment I was connected to everyone and everything, and I felt like we’d been transported into the video game. It was a good trip, and I was happy. As the sun came up he turned his game off. “Do you need to sleep, boy?” “Yes Sir. Sorry, I mean Yes Pup.” “You can call me Sir now. Do you know what earned you the right to call me Sir?” “The bloodslam?” “You’re damn right boy, you belong to me now.” And with that he retrieved some sleeping pills and gave them to me to take along with some Gatorade, which I swallowed down quickly. “Get some sleep boy, I’m not done with you yet.” To be continued (Probably next week, I'll be at IML this weekend)...

When I top I don't care what size cock the bottom has. I really like it when he stays soft and it just flops around as I fuck him.

1. They are expensive. But I haven't paid for any of mine yet. The manufacturer hooked me up for 2 years. 2. I'm not real sure yet what effect Obamacare will have on meds. I found out in June I was poz and got on a program and haven't had to pay for meds yet. 3. I'm not having really bad side-effects. Yes, there are vivid dreams, but they don't keep me awake. Other than that no effects (from Stribild) 4. The meds will have some effects on your look. I haven't noticed very many after 6 months. There is one called "fat redistribution" but hasn't showed much on me. 5. You don't have to experiment with too many if you get the treatment properly (a genotype of your blood) pretty much gives the doc a good idea if your resistant to any meds. 6. No cocktail for me. One pill. Once a day. 7. They have made MAJOR advancements since the 90's. Such as the one-pill-a-day method. I was 1.5 million viral load when I started and was at 50 after 2 months. 8. I never lie about my status. I'm up front about it... rather not meet the trick than meet them and they find out or hear "through the grapevine" that I'm poz. Don't want the reputation. 9. I always take my meds.. even on vacation. I'm not much of a top or "gifter" or looking to get "regifted." I'm a barebacker and cumpig.. not really into the pozzing thing or stealth pozzing or converting. But I'll take cum from anyone and give it to anyone who wants it.. neg or poz. 10. Been on meds over 6 months and I'm hornier now than ever. I don't get as picky anymore. I know there are chances to contract other strains, or risks of other STDs that can be problematic now that I'm poz. But I take it raw.. accept the risks and move on. 11. I don't think you become "tolerant" of the meds unless you stop and/or switch meds often. That's why it's important to get on the right on the first time (so I was told). Also I'm on Valium and it helps me sleep so the dreams don't wake me up.