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PART 4 Josh got on his knees, acting as fluffier to the rest of the guys while his Dad bred the faggot. He was jealous, but he knew this wasn’t about him. All he had to do was ask and Mike would breed his cunt. Besides, he wanted to watch Matt fuck Adam again. Josh loved watching his sexy brother fuck anyone, but especially little pigs like Adam that he brought home from the beach. The others were arrayed in front of Josh so he could take turns sucking their dicks, while they waited for Mike to breed the cumdump. Ben really got into fucking Josh’s face, grabbing him by the ears and holding the sexy blonde’s mouth all the way to the root, listening to his boyfriend gag got Ben even harder. Ben leaned down and whispered in his lover’s ear “You want my cock you little whore? You really want your Dad to fuck you don’t you, faggot. I know.” Josh just moaned louder while he face was roughly fucked. After Ben let him up for air, Dan grabbed him by his hair and said “breathe, cunt,” then shoved his fat cock all the way into Josh’s that. The guys were all hard again, and using Josh’s face hole to keep their cocks lubed up so they could take another turn breeding the beach whore. Josh could hear the dirty talk by his father (oh how many times he’d heard that sexy voice in his ear asking if he wanted Daddy’s load) and Adam. “Come on boy, tell me how much you want my cock, you little faggot.” Adam just moaned and begged without really forming words. His brain was scrambled by the drugs and the raping his hole was getting. Mike fully intended that his cunt was going to be dripping loads by the time they were done with him. He stopped whispering and slapped Adam across the face, hard, knocking him out of his drug and cock induced stupor. “Tell me what you want, faggot! I wanna hear it, or no more cock for you.” Adam moaned as Mike’s cock was quickly removed from his hole, and he got his wits about him from the slap. “Please sir! I need your load, sir! Please breed me, Daddy! My pussy needs to be used by real men! I want you all to rape your loads into my cunt and turn it into a gaping hole. Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaase.” The last word turned into a moan as Mike shoved his cock back inside the fag’s hole. “That’s better faggot. You want this load of Daddy jizz?” “Fuck yes, sir! Please give me all your loads. I can’t get enough cock in my hole.” Deep in Adam’s brain he briefly wondered where all of these dirty thoughts were coming from, then the drugs took over again and simply screamed “COCK” in his brain, obliterating any other thoughts or concepts. Mike sped up and dumped another load in the fag a few minutes later, holding his cock all the way inside the gaping cumdump while he loaded it up with Daddy jizz. When he was finished, he grabbed Adam’s face in his hand and spat right between his eyes, the loogie dripping down the side of the boy’s nose and into his eye. Adam just moaned louder and managed to form a few words. “Thank you Daddy! Thank you for breeding my pussy!” Mike laughed and pulled his cock out of the hole, which caused it to drip fresh jizz all down the boy’s furry taint, moving up toward the boy’s face so it could be cleaned off properly. He reached up and scooped up the rest of the spittle and pushed it into Adam’s mouth which made the boy moan loudly again. After Mike, Dan and Brian each took a turn mounting the greedy little fuck pig. Every time a cock was removed from his gaping cunt, he would whimper like a puppy that had been kicked. But that whimper was quickly replaced by long, deep, guttural moans begging the owner of the cock to rape him. and dumped loads in his pussy. Each one fucked the boy hard, using his cunt just as intended, as a fucking fag hole. Then it was Ben’s turn. He pulled his cock out of Josh’s gaping mouth and hopped up on the bed. Adam’s cock was so well fucked that it wasn’t even closing. Adam didn’t know this, but Ben was one of those guys who could piss while his cock was completely hard. Ben got an evil grin on his face and rested his cock head at Adam’s gaping hole and spat in his face again. “Hey faggot. You want something more than cum? You want a load of piss in your pussy?” The other guys all laughed, they’d seen Ben do this party trick before, and bottom boys always loved it, especially when they’d been partying. Adam just moaned some more and they all laughed. “I’m gonna take that as a yes, fag boy.” He shut his eyes and concentrated and in a few seconds piss started to flow out of his cock head and into Adam’s gaping cunt. He quickly slid the whole cock inside the boy and held it there while he unloaded a large load of chem piss inside Adam’s hole. The boy moaned as he felt his ass expand with the load of piss, then he suddenly stopped moaning as he felt the chems in the piss shoot him higher then he’d ever been. Ben just spat in his face again and said “how’s it feel to be a real man’s urinal, fag boy?” Adam paused, his brain a scramble of chems and lust and said “Warm. Really warm.” They all laughed at his reaction and Ben grabbed Adam and picked him up while his dick was inside Adam’s cunt. “Come on, pig you’re not making any more of a mess of my bed.” He put his arms around Adam’s back and walked into the bathroom with a little bit of piss dripping down both of their legs. Ben quickly pulled Adam off his cock and laid him down in the bathtub, with his ass in the air and said “don’t move, boy. Let all that piss get absorbed into your cunt. Hey guys, come in here and use the urinal.” The rest of them laughed and trooped into the bathroom one by one, each one of them pissed all over Adam while he knelt in the tub with his ass in the air. Mike and Matt both shoved their cocks into his gaping hole and filled him with more piss. So much so that when Matt was done, the piss was streaming all over Adam’s body. Matt just slapped his ass and said “OK, fag, let it all out now. We’re gonna clean you off a little so you don’t smell quite so much like the john at the beach.” Both Mike and Matt’s piss loads got Adam even higher and he couldn’t focus his eyes or really speak. Matt grabbed him under the arms and bent him at the waist so he could let the piss out of his hole, shoving his cock in the boy’s mouth to keep him preoccupied. Once his hole was drained of piss, Matt turned the shower on cold which woke Adam from his drug stupor with the sudden blast of cold water. “Wash your filthy cumdump boy. But don’t let any of that cum out of your hole. Adam quickly rinsed off and Matt threw a towel at him and said “come back in the bedroom, we’re not done with you yet.” Adam went back I the bedroom and Mike and his pig buddies were getting dressed. Mike walked over and grabbed the still disoriented Adam and pulled him in for a deep kiss, slipping his hand behind to play with Adam’s cunt. He growled in Adam’s ear and whispered “I can’t wait to see how many loads you can take tonight. Matt, Ben and Josh are pigs. Hope you can keep up.” Then he smiled and spat in Adam’s face again, grabbing the spittle and pushing it into the boy’s mouth, which elicited a moan from Adam. As he was leaving the bedroom, Mike said “call me later Matt…..wanna see if you’re still using this whore. I’ll want sloppy 30ths later on.” They all laughed and Matt replied “I’m sure we will be, Dad. He’s spun as fuck and seems to need more breedings, don’t you faggot?” Adam grinned and just said “yes, sir!” Josh and Ben were making out on the bed and Matt pushed Adam onto the bed on his back and lifted his furry legs in the air. He whispered in Adam’s ear “You ready for another surfer boy load, faggot? You want my fucking babies inside you knocking up your hole?” Adam had reverted back to just moaning and incoherently begging for cock. The words might’ve been “please fuck me harder” but they sounded like gibberish. Matt mounted Adam’s cunt and quickly slid his rod back inside. The boy’s hole was juicy, and dripping with all of the cum and piss loads he’d been given so far. Matt could barely feel the sides, so he didn’t hesitate. He just slid his entire long, thick uncut dick all the way inside the boy with one push. Adam didn’t even notice, he just kept moaning while Josh kept his mouth full of cock. Josh was making out with Ben while Adam kept his cock hard with his fag mouth. Matt slowly fucked Adam pinching his tits and playing with his nuts as he slowly fucked the boy’s cunt. After a few minutes of fucking he suddenly got an idea. “Hey Josh. What say we take this fag to the baths? I think he needs to get spun again and take some more cocks.” Josh and Ben laughed and said “fuck yeah.” It was getting to be early evening and it was Friday night after all. There would be some good after work married loads for the boy to take in his pussy. “Go grab the plug. The big one. Let’s plug this faggot and show him a real good time.” He slowly pulled his cock out of Adam’s hole and left his ass in the air so that none of the precious sperm would drip out. Josh scampered back into the room, licking the large black butt plug. “This the one you want, big brother?” Ben just rolled his eyes. At the beginning, competing with Matt was difficult, but he quickly figured out where he fit into this twisted pig family, and it made him and his cock very happy. Matt laughed and grabbed it from his brother’s hand, pulling his face in to give him a deep kiss. “That’s the one baby brother. You want to do the honors?” “Of course I do.” With that he slipped his fingers into Adam’s hole, pulling out some of the semen that was there so he could lube up the plug. Then he quickly grabbed the plug and shoved the whole thing in Adam’s hole, causing the fag to yelp loudly. He was still pretty out of it, and didn’t entirely know what was going on, but his ass felt full so as soon as he got used to it, he just sighed and said “FUCK ME.” Ben, Josh and Matt all laughed again and helped Adam up and out of the bed. They all took turns taking a quick shower to get rid of all the sweat and piss, then slipped jocks and gym shorts on and went out to Matt’s van for the ride to the baths. Ben and Matt sat up front while Adam and Josh laid in the back on the mattress, surrounded by Matt’s board, wet suit and other gear, with Adam nursing on Josh’s cock while Josh played with the plug in his hole. “You are gonna fucking love the baths, faggot. You ever been before?” Adam was so high, he still couldn’t form words but he nodded no. “Your cunt’s gonna love it.” Then he kissed Adam deeply while Matt and Ben drove on to take Adam’s cumdump to the next level.

Luke slept late. The pounding he’d taken from Jack had left him deeply contented, and he dozed late into the morning. Eventually he dragged himself from bed. He padded naked over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of underwear from the drawer, and then changed his mind again. He pulled the now sweaty old jock strap out from the pile of clothes on his closet floor and took a long sniff. The pouch had the deep smell of muck that had seeped into fabric overlaid with a whiff of fresh cum. He stepped into them and his cock immediately stiffened. The old fabric stretched tight across his bulge made him feel close to the mysterious author, it was a direct link between the story of discovery he was reading and the modern day. He pulled on some gym shorts and a tank top and went downstairs. The house was already disserted as he walked into the kitchen. Sitting on the kitchen counter was a note next to a brown bag. “Luke, went out to do the shopping, thought you might like a lunch while you’re working in that attic – mom”. Wholesome, he thought, she had no idea what he’d found. Happy for the free lunch Luke grabbed the bag and headed out the door. It was gray and overcast. Big dark clouds drifted slowly over head. Luke parked closer to the house, anticipating a dash to the car in the middle of a downpour later. It was a good thing too, almost as soon as he had unlocked the door the first big drops of rain started to splatter the sidewalk. By the time he had climbed into the attic it was bucketing outside. The rain a heavy constant patter on the roof above him. He closed the windows a little to keep the water out, but let the cool breeze from the wet air drift in still. Despite all his distractions he’d made good progress, one whole third of the attic had been sorted. The hallway below was full of bags of trash, emptied cardboard boxes, and a healthy pile of things to sell. He shifted the bigger trunks and things he couldn’t move by himself across the room to the space he had emptied, and started on the next alcove. Old tools, boxes of papers, two big chests of clothes, a big box of family photo albums – all once put into the attic with the best of intentions and then forgotten. Slowly he dug through them all. Luke worked steadily till just after one, the sound of the rain a low white noise accompanying him. It was when he pulled out the big falling apart box of old home work out equipment that he decided it was time for a break. Sitting on the steps to the attic he ate the sandwich and banana his mother had packed. He liked the quite solitude of the attic as the rain fell. His first year at school in the dorms when it rained he would go and sit in the lounge on the top floor and look out of the big floor to ceiling windows. It was like the whole world would drop away, and it was just him, in the quiet peace. He sat for a really long time, all sorts of things drifting through his head. He thought about his grandfather rattling around this old house; his dad and his siblings growing up here; all the memories that were in the boxes he was digging through, how they had all ended up left in the attic; he thought about the author, wondering again who he was, why this box was up here, were there any more clues? Eventually he pushed himself back up and went back to the battered box of workout equipment. It was all old dumb bells with rusted edges, a pull up bar so old the rubber caps had become hard and crunchy, a delated exercise ball, and a few tank tops tossed in the bottom. “Nick’s Room” read the label on the side, these must be Luke’s middle uncle Nick’s. He piled the things to the side, moving them into a much sturdier empty trunk. He flipped the box over and ripped through the old tape to break it down. Under one of the flaps was a bit of white fabric, probably just another tank; no Luke realized, it was another jockstrap. He held it in his hands for a minute. It was less worn than the one he was wearing. Same style though, the class bike jock with a ribbed pouch. Was this his clue? Did the journal belong to Nick, and not his dad? That would make more sense, Nick was a little older, and Luke really didn’t know much about him. It could be. The discovery of the new jock was the end of his dedication to cleaning the attic, his cock was stiff again and he was no longer able to put off his fascination with the journal. He went back to his spot, the blanket from yesterday still on the floor, and got out the journal. Having stripped back down to just the jock, he sat on the floor and started to read. He kissed me back. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for another round, but I there is something else we can do.” “What?” He got really close to my ear, and whispered, “you can fuck me.” I was stunned, I don’t know why I had assumed that Brett only did the fucking. “You’d let me do that?” He laughed, “Absolutely, you’ve got three of my loads in you now, I need at least one of yours.” “Fuck! Ok.” He grabbed my face hard with both hands and kissed me, a long wet kiss with lots of tongue and twisting of his head. He took one of my hands and lead it to his round pert ass cheeks. I squeezed and then ran my hands up and down the firm flesh. I felt the hair on his cheeks under my fingers. I remember being amazed again at how different a man felt than a woman. How a man’s body hair, his muscle, his heat was in such contrast to the women I’d been with. I also remember thinking at that moment that without knowing it I had always longed for those things. Even when being with a woman had felt good, it had been missing something. I guess, I had always just wished they were men, even before I understood that. I think I’m more into men than I am into women – really, fuck this is scary, I might not really be into women at all. I might just… Brett took my by the hand and lead me into his room again. We tumbled onto the bed, locked in a kiss, a spinning mess of limbs. Brett’s nails dragged along my back when I rolled on top of him, leaving long red marks down my shoulders. His legs came up on either side of me, and the pouches of our jocks ground together. I ran my fingers along his chest, circling his nipple. A little breath caught in Brett’s chest as my nail flicked after the sensitive pink circle. He groaned and put one hand behind his head. His thick bicep flexed. The smell wafting from his sweaty pit was intoxicating. I buried my nose in it, inhaling deep. With his other hand Brett pressed my head deeper into his pit. I licked at the tick hair. It tasted salty but also some how sweet. His scent enveloped me. My cock throbbed, and leaked. Just remember it makes my cock hard. Honestly it makes me hard now just remembering it. I can’t help wanting to rub one out just writing it all down. I drifted from his pit, my tongue dragging across his warm flesh, till my mouth covered his nipple. I flicked my tongue across it, eliciting another gasp, from Brett and then slid down further. He put both hands behind his head and shifted himself to lay flatter. I sunk down between his legs. I didn’t need to be instructed what to do, I knew what I wanted. I breathed in his crotch for a minute before pulling the pouch of his jock aside and releasing the thick cock that had changed my world. I swallowed him. The head of his cock slathering the inside of my mouth with precum. I tried to breath threw my nose, and pressed his cock down past my tonsils. It was hard to breath, but it felt amazing to have him inside my mouth. My chin hit his balls, and my nose was buried inside his thick bush. I swallowed again, and Brett groaned. Up and down I worked, sucking his cock hard. Brett’s eyes were closed, his face total bliss. Brett’s knees hand pulled up, shifting his hips forward as I sucked him. With one hand I held the base of his cock, and the other I ran a finger along his crack. I put my arms under his thighs, locking his knees on my shoulders. I pressed up and forward. Brett grinned. I pushed his knees up into his chest, exposing his ass. The white straps of his jock perfectly framed the thick cheeks. Light brown hair grew thick across the two mounds of flesh, emanating out from his crack and swirling around his pink hole. I stared at it for a long moment at this new part of Brett’s body. It intrigued me, and scared me. Its light pink lips represented yet another step further away from the life I had known, and assumed was mine. I dove in. Face first, I dove into Brett’s ass. I kissed his hole. I tasted the musk that hung there. That old life is gone I think. I don’t want a life that doesn’t involve these things. I don’t want a life that never again includes hearing a man gasp as my tongue brushes his hole for the first time, or that would stop me from again tasting the salt of a man’s sweat straight from his body. Thinking out it, each press of my tongue represented a step further away from ever returning to life as a straight man. That first time I truly had no idea what I was doing, though I think I’ve gotten better at it. Brett’s moaning and whimpering told me that I was doing a pretty good job though. Under the quick twisting and flicking of my tongue I felt Brett’s hole twitch, it opened, blossoming. It was like it was inviting me inside. I pressed my tongue deeper. Brett let out a guttural groan. “Spit in my hole,” he moaned. I hawked up a big wad of spit, and lugged it straight into his now winking hole, “I want your cock.” I moved up and kissed him, his knees still pressed into his chest. My crotch was now against his hole. “Fuck me.” I pulled my jock aside and spit into my hand. Just like Brett had done the first time I slicked my cock with spit. I spat onto his hole again, and then lined up my cock. I remember thinking that there was more resistance than there was with a well lube woman, a reminder that we were doing something forbidden. The [banned word] however, makes it all the hotter. I pushed, and Brett’s hole opened for me. I almost ejaculated right then. His hole was like warm velvet wrapping around my cock. I looked down to see myself disappearing inside him. My shaft sunk deeper till my balls were resting against Brett’s ass. I couldn’t help but kiss him. Brett wrapped his legs around my waist and pulling me close. I kissed him and started to thrust. I rocked, slowly at first, not wanting to break the closeness. Our chests were pressed together and his fingers were digging into my back. It was passionate, bonding us yet closer together. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Brett moaned into my mouth. I leaned back, and grabbed his ankles. I held his legs apart, giving me better leverage. I fucked him deeper. My best friend, laid out in front of me. His big chest rising and falling quickly as he panted from our fucking. I stroked his cock as I started to pound him. “I don’t think I’m going to last long, you just feel so good.” “Don’t worry, just fuck me. I want your load inside me.” I fucked him harder and harder. I could feel my load building inside me. Faster and faster, both of us panting now. I pulled at Brett’s cock too, bringing him to the edge, right as I felt myself pass the point of no return. My balls contracted, my body shook, and I erupted inside of Brett. My load pulsed into him. Just as I crested over the hump, Brett’s cock contracted too and he started to shoot ribbons of semen up over himself. His shining body spattered with his own load. We both grunted and panted through the rocking energy of our orgasms. I collapsed forward as my own subsided, landing on Brett’s chest in the sticky mess of his load. We stayed like that for a long time, my cock slowly deflating till it slipped from his hole. We stayed in the bed for a long time, basking in the post fuck glow. We laid quietly, sometimes running a hand along the other’s body. Luke lay his head back against the wall of the attic. He closed his eyes imagining what his uncle Nick might have looked like in back then. He imagined him laying naked next to Brett. For one moment Luke imagined not being the author, but being Brett. He imagined his uncle Nick, as he would have been in the 70s, on top of him, fucking him. He imagined being full of his uncles cum. It was that thought that sent him over the edge, and sent cum rocketing from his own cock, again covering him in a thick warm load.

decided to stop by the bookstore on way home tonight.... extra horny for some reason... got to bookstore around 0215 as I was not drunk I was still a bit shy, went to booths was getting looks... I suck at cruising... watched a few hot porn got even more horny... decided to head out, a Muscle Daddy stared hard... so I went in booth near him figured I would get lucky with daddy cock, he walks in with his muscle latino boy in tow... wow... Daddy kept me distracted with my head hurried in his lap and poppers .... stud boy was playing with my ass spit on it felt finger all good... scratched me I jumped ... more poppers I was flying next thing I know latin boy pushes in ... not gently using precum and spit... pounds for about 5 mins I felt his dick jumping he denied it... he kept going wow for not shooting his load I was sure full of cum.... so hot!!! dont have to stealth me imma cum pig . so gonna smoke and stroke out a huge load now.

Chapter 4 The Guy stared to move, and the Kid started to get off but the guy held him down, he had other ideas. He kept his cock up the Kid’s ass and stood up. This gave the Kid’s ass a strange feeling as he never moved around with anything up his ass. He decided he liked this new feeling The Guy bent the Kid over and said “ I have a little more for you “. The guy pushed the Kid over to where his head was almost between his knees. The other guys helped support the Kid in this new position. With that the guy stared to empty his bladder in the kid once again. The Kid cold feel the warmth and fullness that immediately overtook him. The Guy said “ Here is your second load of chem piss tonight. It should be stronger than the last. I want to see your young body wasted “. I plan on making some money on you tonight. The Kid wasn’t sure the meaning of what the guy was saying. In this position the chem filled blood was rushing to his head getting him spun back up and the piss that was now deep in his guts would be boosting that effect. Apparently, this guy knew one of the other ones and told him to give him his phone out of his pants pocket. The kid realized that the guy took off his shorts and was now naked from the waist down. The other guy got the ones phone and handed it to him. The guy asked the Kid how he was feeling, the Kid replied “ I am a little dizzy and getting really hot bent over “. All three guys smiled at this. They knew what was going on. The guys cock wasn’t hard any more but was still big enough to keep it logged in the Kids tight ass. The guy said to let the kid up. The Kid started to stand up and the guy said “ Take it slow, you don’t want me to slide out and let all that nice juice out, do you “ ? the Kid said a week “ No “ and straightened up. The guy pulled the kid tight and sat down again with his cock still firmly imbedded in the Kid’s rectum. With this movement the cum and piss was starting to gurgle in the Kid’s bowels and everyone heard it. The guy handed his phone to the one guy and told him to take some Pics. He told the guy to not show any faces just this youngster sitting on his lap with a cock in his ass. The guy took several pics from different angles and then handed the phone back to the guy. The guy looked thru them and then sad “ These will do fine, after all, you need to have pics of your merchandise your selling ”. the guy chuckled. The Kid wasn’t paying attention as to what the guy was saying, all he knew is he was really feeling good and the dizzy feeling wasn’t going away. He told the one guy he knew to go to his car and get his bag out of the back of it. while the guy was gone the one that the Kid was sitting on stared doing stuff with his phone. The other guy stared playing with the Kid’s cock that was showing signs of life again and commented on it. the other guy said that this Kid was a real treasure. He told the guy to grab the Kid’s nuts and give them a squeeze. The kid jerked when he felt his nuts getting worked and his ass instinctively contracted. The guy that as in his ass said “ Oh fuck. This isn’t the first time he got used “. He also said that he would make enough to get favors for the rest of the month. The Kid had no idea as to what the guy had planned, but by the end of the night his life would have new meanings.

This. ^ Aside from not going out and fucking guys when you're sick being the sensible thing to do, if you suspect there's a possibility that you have a high viral load, you have an ethical responsibility to ensure you don't expose another person—notwithstanding the bugchasing fantasy nonsense you hear on this site—until you've gotten tested to determine if it's true. Here's a breakdown of the symptoms normally associated with a progression to seroconversion, from Aidsmap: [think before following links] https://www.aidsmap.com/about-hiv/what-are-symptoms-seroconversion Also, here is a page on the symptoms of Post-COVID Syndrome, AKA Long Covid, from the Mayo Clinic: [think before following links] https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/coronavirus/in-depth/coronavirus-long-term-effects/art-20490351 You might take a look down these and see if either of them better fits your profile so you can have a more informed conversation when you see your doctor.

I was 12, and it was very right. I probably could have started a year or two sooner and quickly learned to enjoy it, but I'm happy with when and how it happened. At 12, I was curious about other boys and badly wanted to suck my friends, so I was definitely ready for it. Learning from my dad, I quickly became a *great* cocksucker, and gained the confidence to approach my friends in private. Some of them weren't as discreet as they "should" have been, so I quietly got a reputation, and frequently found myself on my knees in stairwells, locker rooms, garages, and basements. Damn, I loved that!

Personally, I feel the moderators do a bloody good job maintaining a site that has the potential to spin off into grotesque extremes. But then I’m not a man who whips out the victim card at every slight, imagined or otherwise. And I can’t help observing the only example of bullying on this thread is the singling out of one of the moderators, presumably inviting a pile-in on him. If that was the intention, leave me out.

Dude. This is a privately owned website that you’re using for free. It’s not a fucking democracy. It’s not even a republic. The owner gets to make whatever rules he wants in his own house. While you’re in his house, you observe his rules. If you don’t like his rules, you leave his house. Simple. Yes, I’m going to speak up for the Moderators, not because I suck up to them (why would I need to?) but because I do the same thankless job elsewhere on the web, and it ain’t easy trying to keep the tent from flying off a three-ring circus full of loudmouthed ass-clowns who want to put on a show. “Calling out” a Moderator will accomplish absolutely nothing except getting you banned quicker. You have no power or authority to do anything but show your ass. It took you time and effort to write this screed, but they can blink it out of existence in a tiny fraction of that time - and probably will - and probably should. Because the truth is, this isn’t about integrity, or calling someone to account - this is about you venting your spleen because someone had the nerve to talk back to you. You seriously expect sympathy from the readers of this forum when someone who calls himself ‘BoyStrangler’ cries “bully”? A bully is usually the first one to stand up and holler “bully” when things don’t go his way, and every syllable you’ve ever posted on this forum, sir, screams “bully”. That’s not me characterizing you - that’s the brand you market for yourself. By all means aggravate the Moderators. While you’re at it, why not get in some practice by going to the zoo, climbing in the tiger cage and poking the tiger with a stick? Same thing, basically.

Maybe read up before passing judgement. I did NOT say it was better to wait 2 years. I said there's no difference in efficacy if you get the 2nd shot before the 2 year mark. The US studies that authorized use only looked at 28 day timing for the 2nd shot. But other studies have been done and the CEO of the manufacturer is well-acquainted with those studies. The CDC/FDA doesn't believe it unless they do the study themselves. It's a failing of the CDC/FDA. And I didn't give medical advice. I quoted medical authorities. HUGE difference.

They’re thieves and drug dealers, not prostitutes. What gives you the idea they would have any interest in suddenly turning into sex workers? Obviously fencing stolen shit and pushing dope pays better for less work, and they don’t get gono doing it. They might, however, be tempted to go to a private room with you so they can drug you, rob you, and leave you unfucked while they go sell your things, because they’re criminals. Even if they did fuck you they’d probably rob you too. Been there, done that. But yeah, yet another “should I” question posed for no purpose other than to suggest a titillating scene. Color me not titillated.

It wasn’t a personal attack. I don’t know the man, so I don’t know what he’s actually like. I don’t dislike him, such that I would attack him. What I contest is his rhetoric. My point, if you read more carefully, is that the persona that he chooses to display through his posts and his username is unlikely to give him much credibility as someone who is a defender against bullies. I might add, however, that when a debater employs a tactic intended to foil counterargument by preemptively discrediting anyone who might speak against him - in this case classing all such persons as “mod suck ups” - he can hardly complain when his own objectivity and credibility is equally placed under scrutiny.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_jLHQhQwklKJA excellent breeding, he took every drop!

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PART 3: Chaos deepens I sat there for a few moments, trying to work my phone. I opened the apps and saw a few messages here and there. As I wrestled with the phone, I felt a cool touch on my leg. A bottle of poppers, the same bottle of poppers I had used earlier, left behind. I really enjoyed them and they made everything feel extra heightened but I felt too overwhelmed to even think of using them now. I checked Grindr and saw a message from a blank profile about 200 meters away. I guess I was? Wasn’t I? I just sent him my location without thinking much else. It took too much effort to even do that, but I figured. What the hell. Im already fucked. I could barely get that message out. I was so out of it. I was also mostly messaging with one hand. My free hand kept going to my asshole, rubbing the cum inside my hole. It felt loose and when I touched it I felt so alive. Another man had cum inside me and I could tell I wanted more. And I wanted it anon. I started crafting another message when his next one came in. I wanted to say, “I want it anon. Ill be ass up and waiting.” But when I read, then processed his next message, I thought, does anything change? Fuck it. No it doesnt. This was it. I was going to get another round. I had saw a few other messages from other hot accounts, but I spent all my energy on sending these messages. I felt like I had reached a peak state of fuck energy. I just wanted to get used. I put down the phone and rolled over, ass up. I resumed the position I took for the earlier guy and I started huffing poppers. I didn’t have to wait long. Moments later I felt the air in the room change. I wasn’t alone. He was here. I didn’t know anything about him and overall, our engagement was much shorter than it was with the guy who railed me earlier. I heard clothes hit the floor as he shifted himself up and onto the bed. “You wanna suck me until my friend arrives?” He had a bit of an accent. I took that as a command. I took a hit of poppers, shifted a bit but kept my face down, and shoved his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I heard him make sniffing noises as his cock got hard in my mouth. “You partying?” I just moaned. It was getting late and I suppose I probably looked high. I was grinding my ass up and down, while sucking this strangers cock. I never saw myself as a partier, but here I was, high and getting used by anonymous men. “You want a rip?” I opened my eyes and saw a bunch of white powder on the end of a key. I had no idea what it was, but I wasn’t feeling hesitant about anything. I leaned forward and sniffed and put his dick right back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. We are going to share you and you can have some fun with us, okay?” I just moaned again. “My friend likes it really discreet. Do you mind if I cover your eyes with something?” I couldn’t quite place the accent, but it didn’t matter. His cock tasted and felt amazing, I was really feeling the extra effects of whatever powder I just snorted, and I was so incredibly horny. I took another hit of poppers and moaned, “okay…” I didn’t intend it to sound so hesitant, my mind was made up and I was ready to step it up, but I also couldn’t believe I was doing this. He leaned over me and grabbed something out of his bag. Then, putting his hands on my head and fucking my face he said, “alright, he is nearby. You ready?” He slipped something over my eyes, a t-shirt, or bandana, whatever it was, it was soft but it completely obstructed the view. While his dick was still in my mouth he said, “Take another rip. We are going to get you fucked up.” He pulled out, grabbed my head, and positioned the powder in front of my nose. I snorted, and just as I did I heard the door open and close again. What a satisfying sound. “Hey. He is ready for you. Dive in. He is partying too.” I felt a tap on my leg and the weight of a body move up behind me. I had no idea who this was. We didnt even chat. Now I was high and getting higher, already filled up with cum from another guy, and here I was about to get used by two more. What. The. Fuck. I needed it. Maybe this is who I was supposed to be? I felt fingers at my hole. “Is this cum or lube?” It was a different voice. I just moaned, barely able to form words. He didn’t wait for a response. “Doesn’t matter. It will be cum soon enough anyway.” I heard the sound of a bottle, presumably lube, then I felt him shove his fingers in my hole. Something felt different right away. It wasn’t just the fact that I had been fucked, it was also a new sensation. Something tingled, stung a bit, and just… just felt different. He jammed fingers in and out of my hole while I was getting face fucked by this other guy. He stopped abruptly as the guy inside my mouth pulled out and slapped my face with his wet cock. “Yeh… rail this bitch” The energy shifted. The guy behind spread my ass cheeks, then I felt the head of his dick at my hole and then I felt him completely inside of me. He dove deep, just like instructed. The guy at my face planted his dick back in my mouth. Both kept up a steady rhythm. Guy in my ass laid it on me heavy, moving my body up and down with the bouncing of the bed. Diving deep and pulling out all the way so just the head was inside with each stroke. It felt amazing. It was really rocking me in ways that I experienced with the previous guy, but it also felt extra. My hole and lower half of my body felt like it was tingling, light, and euphoric. I could only grind my body up against his as he shoved himself deep inside me. He pulled my hair and my head back with one hand, grabbing my neck with the other. The other guy’s dick came out of my mouth leaving a long strand of spit behind that fell on my face and neck. “Take some more”. A key was placed at my face. I snorted. Hands were shoved in my mouth. I licked. It felt like there was a tingling in my mouth and head that was spreading down me to meet the tingling in my lower half. I was flying and loving every second. I wasn’t hard anymore, just a soft wet cock with strands of cum and lube running down my taint and balls. The guy in my ass was making bit wet slapping sounds as he plowed me. It felt like he was close. Suddenly he pulled out and I heard him grunt. The guy that was in my mouth leaned over and I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart, followed by warm spray of cum all over my hole and ass. “Fuck yeh. Lube him up.” He shoved his dick back inside me for a couple more pumps then dismounted. Tingles everywhere. “Have fun.” That was also that was said again between the two. The sound of clothes being put on then the doors opening and being shut soon followed. The other guy was on the bed, but just leaning back a bit, not fucking my face or touching me. I took a moment to sniff some poppers. Before they even hit I started grinding my ass up and down. “Fuck dude. You are hot. I wanna fuck you, but I dont think I am ready to cum yet. You cool if I invite someone else over?” I could barely speak but my body was telling me I needed to get filled. Now. “Okay.” I didn’t sound hesitant this time. I sounded desperate. “Fuck yeh.” He slapped my ass hard and shoved his fingers inside. I felt every bit of his fingers. The texture of his skin, the knuckles, the base, everything. It felt like I was a part of him. “I just sent your address to a few guys. We are going to keep you partied up and pounded out.” Who the fuck had I become?

Part Five; That night as I laid awake in my bed looking at the piece of paper with the number on it and the thought of ME being the guest of honor; what the hell did he mean and what the hell am I getting myself into now? The next morning when I woke up I spent the day with my family as they asked why I had been spending so much time at the park; of course the normal excuse of nothing to do but hike in the woods till they got home. At approximately I finally made the call to the number; still not knowing if they would make good on their promise of showing up at my house and telling my parents what I had been doing or them finding photos of me being a the park faggot bitch. After 3 rings a voice answered and asked who it was; I said I was told to call for a party tonight. The voice on the other end yelled out to someone that it is your white faggot bitch on the phone, a minute later another man got on the phone and asked if I was ready for another good time? I asked what the good time meant; the male stated just be in front of your house to be picked up in an hour, short and t-shirt, no underwear, but before I could ask why in front of my house, he hung up! I ran upstairs to get showered and dressed and outside before they got there. I was standing in front of the house hoping that my parents didn’t come out. An hour to the second almost a black panel van pulled up driven by a black man; the side doors open and two more black guys were in the back and told me to get the fuck in! I jumped in the back where they told me to strip, I asked why, and that the doors were still open; NOW BITCH, STRIP!! I never got naked so fast from them yelling afraid that my parents where sure to have heard them. They then threw my clothes on the street, closed the door and sped off honking the horn; I guess the let all the white folks know that they had one of their white boys, and he was naked!!! As we drove down the street, they fitted my with a leather collar with a lock and two hooks for a leash, then both my wrist and ankles had the same type of leather restraints put on and locked in place. The black guys were drinking and smoking pot and as I asked for something; they gave me a bottle of water. Water; WTF was this, I was surely going to need something more that fucking water. One of the black guys slapped my upside my head and told me to drink it. I was almost done when we pulled up somewhere and stopped, my head started to feel really funny and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was trying to catch my bearings of where the hell I was at, I could hear voices all around laughing. My body hurt like hell and felt like someone had beat the hell out of me. The black guy from the park was standing next to me and stated that I was coming too, I was offered a drink of water and as I reached for it, I found that I was bent over a wooden padded type bench, unable to move my legs that were now stretched open and tied from my ankle restraints along with my neck and my hands that had some room to move. What did you do to me? We had you tagged for us! What; what do you mean tagged? My now dominate black male told one of the guys to bring him the mirror. He held up a mirror so I could see the small of my back above my ass. He stated that they took me to a tattoo parlor and had me tagged! On looking in the mirror I saw a black spade with an arrow pointing down to my ass; with the words “black cocks go here”. Oh my god why? That black male stated, you are bitch now; you serve us only, you gona be are whore!! Then the black man moved the mirror to both my arms; both had tattoos, one side had white fag for black cock, the other had a heart with I above the heart and cock below. You will now address me as Master or sir; do you understand? How am I going home after this I asked; YOU DON”T BITCH, YOU STAY HERE NOW, YOU WORK FOR US, ME!!! And he then hit me so hard upside my head, I saw stars. Now call me MASTER bitch!! I bowed my head and replied “yes master”. LOUDER BITCH; YES MASTER. You ever forget it again I will kill you; understand? Yes Master!! Good; now I have another surprise for you before we get started. “Fix the bitch up first” the guys grabbed my arm and out came the strap and the syringe with the drugs, after they hit me with them, I was again in heaven and just wanted cock in me. The guys all undressed and started to shove their cocks in me at both ends, making me tell them what I wanted. I was so High, I had no idea how loud I was begging to be fucked, that I was a cum dump for black men, that I just wanted to feel their seed flooding my mouth and ass. My master then asked me to tell them how I became a whore for black cock, how I fell in love with cock and cum; as they took turns using my holes. My Master then grabbed my hair after my rendition of my sexual encounters in the park and had me look at the tv screen, I almost got sick right there; on the screen were both my parents, my 17 yr old sister and my 13 yr old brother watching and listening to me. I could see 4-5 black guy in the background making them watch and listen to me being used and my tales of male sex. My parents had the look of shock; but looking at my brother and sister, they seemed more intrigued that shocked, could they be enjoying this? My master must have sensed the same thing. “Tie the parents up, take the other two to their rooms and see if what we see is true; if so, bring them here after you give them both some fixes!! After the screen went dark, I was taken off the bench and taken out to the van and strapped down on the bed with my ass hanging off the end and my mouth at a perfect height for sucking cocks. They then drove me to a part of town that they just open the doors for my use for the customers on the street. What is going on with my Brother and sister back home I wonder?

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

Jockstrap Party My boy and I have been having a lot of fun lately, very little of it safer fun. We hooked up with another couple a few weeks ago and had a blast playing raw. Jim and Dan are both a bit older than us, and both very vers. Jim has a sexy hairy chest and Dan is almost entirely hairless. Both of the guys fucked my boy raw and left big juicy loads in his ass. I was rawfucking Dan’s hairless hole at the same time as he bred my boy. They cradled my boy while I plowed their loads deeper into his hole before adding my own. We made a point to let the guys know we wanted to play together again. They invited us to a jockstrap party at a big warehouse bar on the outskirts of town. We went to work that morning, both me and my boy wearing sexy jockstraps under our slacks and dress shirts. The four of us met for a few courage drinks before heading to the warehouse. We stripped down to our jocks and shoes and checked our clothes before going into the main bar area. We had heard that things could get steamy there, and were more comfortable playing raw with friends than with strangers, so we tucked some single use lube packets into our socks and a few condoms. Dan said that might be a good idea as some of these guys were POZ and sometimes fucking happened at this kind of party. There must have been a hundred men there, some sweaty and rank, some squeaky clean. Jim and Dan knew a couple of the guys there and introduced us to some of their buddies. I assumed that they had all fucked around. They were nice, shook hands, groped crotches and butts, but were generally non-threatening. Jim went to the bar and brought back a stack of solo cups and a pitcher of beer. Dan pointed out a guy on the edge of their group named Sean. He told me he was a really hot top but to play safely with him… I assumed that meant he had some kind of bug or kink… Jim spilled some beer on my jock’s pouch while pouring me a cup. Of course, Sean made a bee line to me, knelt down and licked the beer, of course making my cock grow and stretch out the front of my jockstrap. Sean is pretty tall and beefy with a broad chest and massive nipples. He had on tall boots and a leather harness. He growled at me and smiled as he stood up thanking me for the free sip. As we stood drinking and chatting, Sean kept rubbing his crotch. I knew he must have had a big dick as his pouch kept filling more and more. Dan and Jim ran off to hang out with some friends on a private VIP roof deck, where I knew there would likely be some fucking action. We promised we’d head up soon. Sean leaned in and grasped me and my boy’s bare buttcheeks. He said into our ears, ‘Finally, I’ve got you guys alone!’ I laughed as we were hardly alone, there were at least fifty guys standing around. I knew he was flirting pretty heavily, but I figured we were safe in public. Plus, if we wanted to fool around, I remembered the condoms in my socks and thought how glad I was to have come prepared. I felt Sean’s hand getting closer to my crack, and I sort of whimpered, I guess. He grinned at me, then at my boy. He brought his hand to my boy’s mouth and inserted two fingers. My boy groaned and suckled them. This guy was clearly seducing both of us. Once his fingers were good and wet, Sean brought his hand back to my ass and started gently playing with my hole, sinking just his fingertips in, lubed with my boy’s spit. I must have thrown my head back, savoring the sensation of this stranger’s fingers teasing my hole, and closed my eyes. Before I could open them, Sean inserted his finger into my mouth. I sucked hard and he slipped two more fingers in all the way to his thumb. I thought I was going to puke, and gagged as he pulled his hand away. I knew it was going to go directly to my boy’s ass, and that I’d helped prepare my boy’s hole for whatever was about to happen. We stood face-to-face for a bit Sean he was really playing with our asses. He might have had two fingers in me a few knuckles deep. The way my boy was bucking, I knew he was deeper in his hole. My boy is much more of a bottom than me, and much looser, so it was all sort of going fine. Sean released his grasp on my ass and situated himself behind my boy, with my boy facing me. My boy was practically panting and shoved his tongue down my throat. He grasped my jaw with both hands and leaned into me. With his face in mine, I couldn’t see with my eyes what Sean was doing, so I let me hands wander. I put my hands around my boy’s slim waist and felt him grooving. He was driving his crotch into mine, but also his ass into Sean’s crotch. I slipped my hand into Sean’s jockstrap and felt a hefty drooling cock with a thick cold metal cockring at its base. My boy kept moaning as he felt that fabric-clad shaft grinding into his buttcrack. I pulled away from my boy. I tried to whisper into his ear that he was about to get fucked. With the booming music in the bar, I had to repeat myself, ‘If you don’t want to get fucked right here on the dancefloor, you should pull off!’ He might have misheard me and he just nodded. Then he shouted back into my year, ‘YES! Pull it out!’ I realized he thought I was asking if he wanted Sean’s raw dick as his hole. I chuckled knowing that he was hungry for to get fucked like a slut in the middle of the bar. My boy’s eyes pleaded, so I freed Sean’s dick from his jockstrap. I jerked his massive thick tool a few times smearing his precum all over his shaft. Sean kept grooving, but had contorted my boy so he was sort of squating with his ass stuck out for better access. I’m not naïve and my boy wasn’t acting like he wanted Sean to stop. I raised my ankle up and got out a condom and some lube from my sock. With my boy leaning against me for support, I tore open the condom wrapper and tried to lower it on to Sean’s throbbing cock head. He was shimmying around so I couldn’t quite land it. He lurched forward and the condom fell out of my hand and onto the floor. He lurched forward again a few times as I got another condom out and unwrapped. My boy was pushing back against Sean, groaning deeply, as I was busy trying to get a condom on Sean. When my hands were where I thought his dick was, I realized it was too late for a condom. Sean had slid his bare cock all the way into my boy’s ass. I told my boy, ‘He’s in you raw. Is that ok?’ My boy nodded and wrapped his arms around my head, kissing me hard. He clenched his eyes shut and let Sean use his ass. I felt someone tap my shoulder. It was Dan back from whatever mischief they’d gotten into upstairs. I leaned back so he could say something in my ear. ‘Good thing you brought those condoms. Sean usually only fucks raw… and he shoots toxic loads.’ He pointed to the wrapper on the floor. I just nodded, knowing that Sean was about to breed my boy. Sean started grunting and plowing my boy’s ass faster and harder. My poor boy nearly lost his balance. Dan helped support my boy as Sean moaned, spewing his toxic spunk into my boy’s ass. Sean pulled back, his cock falling out of my boy’s guts with a wet plop. Dan realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom and moaned as he dropped to his knees. He grabbed Sean’s cock and swallowed it all the way. Jim showed back up and saw my boy leaning on my and his boyfriend blowing Sean. I spread my boy’s cheeks and Jim saw how opened and wet it was. He shrugged and also knelt, tonguing the POZ seed off and out of my boy’s ass. There must have been ten guys in a tight circle around us. A few guys were jerking their cocks and one stepped up to me asking, ‘Your boy takes loads? Can I breed him next?’ I nodded and my boy opened his eyes grinning. He said to me, ‘It’s going to be a long night…’

Note: I got the idea for this after seeing a bunch of video clips of a guy called Timothy Champagne. He’s tall and muscled with shaggy blonde hair and tops a bunch of guys in videos. A total stud with a handsome face, a great smile and in all the clips he looks like he’s having a blast. Not generally my my type (a little lean and hairless) but something about him is supremely sexy. Matt is basically that guy as I imagine him. Adam is like a young Atlas Grant. Matt: It was early on a weekday afternoon at the beach. Matt had spent the whole morning surfing in the rough waves, and was done. He knew the guy sitting on the bench was staring at him. The fags always wanted to suck his cock when he came to the beach to surf. Why not? Matt is 25, 6’2”, 180 lbs of lean muscle, furry blonde chest and beard and a nice fat cock with a super furry blonde ass. He basically fucked anything with a hole, no matter what gender. He liked fags because they were always more direct about hitting on him and he rarely turned them down. Plus fags didn’t mind when he fucked them hard and slapped them around a bit. Didn’t matter their age, younger ones were hot, older ones often wanted to pay him. He never turned down money for a fuck. It kept him in weed and T. Matt had rolled down the top of his wet suit, opened the back of his van and started to put his gear away. As soon as it was all stowed, he looked over at the fag trying to be inconspicuous but doing a piss poor job of it. The guy couldn’t stop touching his dick while watching Matt. So Matt decided to put on a little show. The beach was mostly deserted, just a a few other people were out surfing and only a few cars were in the parking lot with no people visible. The only other person was the fag who couldn’t stop staring. He rolled the rest of his wet suit down and took it off, standing behind the van, completely naked. Matt loved the sun on his naked body and it was a gorgeous sunny California day in the 80s. Matt shook his wet suit a little bit to get some more of the water out and leaned over to lay it out in the back of the van, making sure to show off his furry ass so the fag could see it. Matt stole a glance and noticed that the guy was playing with his dick even more obviously through his shorts. This little cat and mouse game was about to get Matt a nice cunt to breed. He stood up and stretched out completely, letting the warm air dry his skin off, then he grabbed his fat uncut dick and started to play with it, looking directly at the kid sitting on the bench. He quickly got hard and the kid’s eyes got bigger and bigger, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Matt crooked his finger and called the kid over. At first he didn’t move but after a few seconds, the kid got up and walked to Matt’s van quickly. He didn’t say a word, he just stared at Matt’s cock. Fags were so easy to use. “Get in the van, dude.” The kid just stood there, staring at Matt. “Come on man, get in. NOW.” Suddenly the kid looked up, startled and said “Oh. Sure.” He climbed in the back of Matt’s van and crouched there. Matt just laughed and thought “this is gonna be fun.” He climbed in after the kid, still completely naked and pulled the rear doors shut. There were a couple of pillows and a sleeping bag in the back for emergencies. Matt grabbed the sleeping bag and unzipped it while the kid just sat there, mesmerized. “Come on, man, get naked. Gonna fuck your ass. But first, have a taste.” The kid hesitated again and again, Matt just said “NOW.” The kid quickly shucked his clothes and Matt liked what he saw. The kid was short, thick and furry. About 5’5” and a muscled torso covered in black hair. Matt told him to turn around and he did without saying a word. “Nice little furry hole there. You like getting fucked dude?” “Um. Sometimes. I’m not very experienced, to be honest.” The kid blushed which was really cute, and Matt just laughed. “Don’t worry man, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m a nice guy who’s horny all the fucking time. What’s your name? How old are you?” “Adam. I’m 20.” “Good, now get over here and suck my cock.” This time Matt didn’t have to tell the kid twice. He sat down on the floor on the sleeping bag, and propped the pillows behind his back so he could lean against the wall of the van while the fag got busy. Adam took most of Matt’s fat dick in his mouth and started sucking it immediately. It was a little toothy at first, so Matt pulled his mouth up by Adam’s curly hair and said “watch your fucking teeth, fag.” Adam immediately responded “Yes, sir!” and shoved the fat surfer cock down his entire throat. He was getting a good rhythm going, taking all of Matt’s cock on every stroke and Matt grabbed him by the ears and started to regulate the depth and speed of the blow job. “That’s better, faggot.” Matt slowed down and sped up, taking as much pleasure as he could from the cute kid’s mouth. But he was ready for more so after a few minutes, he slowed the kid’s mouth down and held him in place as Matt’s cock throbbed, lodged all the way down Adam’s throat. He started to push back, clearly having a hard time breathing and Matt held onto his head. Finally he released Adam and the fag came up for air, gasping with his face covered in spit. After he caught his breath, Adam moved to go back down on Matt’s cock but Matt pulled his face up and started kissing him hard on the mouth. The kid responded immediately with a moan and melted into Matt’s arms. Matt reached down behind the kid and started touching his hole. He pulled Adam away from a deep kiss and stuck his fingers in Adam’s mouth to lube them up, then reached down and started playing with Adam’s furry cunt. The kid moaned again, deeper and more desperate. Matt could tell this was going to be fun. After he spent some time playing with Adam’s hole, Matt pulled him in close again and started teasing Adam’s newly lubed up hole with his fat hard cock. “Do you have any rubbers?” Adam asked. “No. Gonna fuck you anyway.” “Um. I. Um.” Matt laughed since he knew just how to fix this problem. He grabbed the back of Adam’s head and pulled him in close for another deep kiss, all the while playing with his butthole. The hole was relaxed and clean, so Matt knew it was a matter of time before Adam let him in his hole raw. After a couple of minutes of making out and ass play, Adam pulled away from Matt, out of breath and said “fuck it man. I can’t wait to have your cock in me. Just don’t cum inside, OK?” “Sure, kid. Whatever you say.” Matt smiled his big goofy surfer boy smile, kissed the kid again and slowly maneuvered Adam’s butt onto his cock. Considering Matt’s long, fat cock, he was impressed that Adam took it all the way down the root in one continuous, slow push. He continued to kiss Adam as the kid impaled himself on the huge cock. Once Adam was at the root of his cock, he reached over and opened a zippered pouch, pulling out a glass pipe and a baggie. “Sit still for a second, kid. We’re gonna have some fun. You got anywhere you need to be?” Adam just moaned and said “fuck no. I was bored so I decided to come watch guys surf and walk on the beach.” Matt laughed and said “never thought you’d end up with a surfer dude’s cock in your cunt, did you.” Adam moaned again and said “fuck, no. But I fucking love it.” Matt laughed again and said “OK, sit still for a second, so I can load the pipe.” “I don’t do drugs,” Adam said. “You do now,” Matt replied, quickly loaded the pipe and lit it, melting the large shards in the bottom of the bowl while expertly maneuvering the bowl so nothing burned. He took a huge hit off the pipe, and then pulled a still reluctant Adam in for a shotgun and a kiss. He looked surprised when Matt started to exhale the smoke into his lungs, but quickly realized what he was supposed to do and breathed in. They shared the first hit back and forth until it was gone, and then Matt turned the pipe around and explained to Adam how to smoke it. They traded shotguns for a few minutes while Matt’s rock hard cock was still lodged up his hole. Finally, Matt set the pipe down in a safe spot, pulled Adam in to make out with him again and started moving his hips to fuck Adam’s hole. The kid moaned loudly as his ass started to quickly adjust to accept the cock that was invading it. Matt started to move the kid up and down on his dick, which caused Adam to moan even more. “How’s that feel?” “Fuck, Matt. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so fucking horny in my life!” He was panting loudly as Matt picked up speed, fucking his furry little cunt. Matt laughed and said “it’s the T. Makes everyone horny. Most guys can’t get hard with it, but it just makes my dick harder." Matt reached down and touched Adam’s cock which was completely soft. “See? You can’t get hard, just proves you’re a fagdump for loads.” Adam just moaned more loudly and said “I don’t fucking care what I am, just never stop fucking my hole!” Matt laughed and said “That’s the reaction I usually get. Now let’s get the first load in your cunt and then head back to my place. I think we can probably have some fun all day.” Matt turned Adam around and laid him on his back on the pillows so he could pound the kid’s cunt. “Let’s get this first load out of the way so we can spend more time fucking your pussy in my apartment.” Matt picked up the pace and started really pounding the kid’s hole, which just caused him to moan louder and beg to be fucked harder. All fags are the same. They all wanted his big cock, and they all wanted it hard and rough. After a couple minutes of pounding Adam’s big ass, Matt leaned down to him, grinned and whispered “Are you sure you want me to pull out? Are you SURE?” Adam just grabbed onto Matt’s ass and pulled him as deep as possible inside. “FUUUUUCK man! No! Don’t pull out! Please! I gotta have your load in my hole! No one ever fucked me like this before. I need it!” Matt leaned down again and kissed the kid while he pounded Adam’s hole mercilessly. “Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya…..take it you fucking faggot! NOW.” Finally, he buried himself as deeply as possible in Adam’s hole and let loose with a huge load of cum. Adam could feel Matt’s cock throbbing inside his cunt and reached back to, once again, pull Matt as deeply as possible inside. They both caught their breath and Matt’s cock started to soften. He immediately rolled Adam over onto his shoulders so his ass was sticking straight up in the air. Matt reached over and opened another bag and pulled out a nice sized butt plug. He grinned at Adam and said “don’t want lose that load when we’re going to my house.” Adam smiled and let the plug slip inside of his raw ass lips. He moaned again when the plug hit home and laid down flat for a minute. Matt started to get ready to leave, putting on a pair of shorts and a tank top, commando of course. Adam started to get dressed as well, when Matt said “nope. No clothes for you. You’re gonna give me road head while we go back to my apartment. Keep the plug in and clean off my dick. It’s not far.” Adam was completely smitten and obeyed without thinking. His brain was partially addled by the drugs and partly by the fuck he’d just taken but he couldn’t think of saying no, and didn’t even think about his car parked down the row. He just crouched down next to Matt sitting in the driver’s seat. Matt started the van and pulled his cock out through the fly of his shorts. “OK, fag. Suck it while I drive.” Adam started sucking Matt’s hard cock immediately and didn’t even look up. A few minutes later they drove up in front of a small house and pulled into the driveway. Matt pulled Adam’s head off his cock and said “OK. Take a break. Let’s go inside.” Adam started to get dressed again, but Matt just grabbed his clothes and said “follow me.” Adam didn’t even think of refusing. He just got out of the van and followed Matt to the front door and went inside not caring who saw his naked, plugged ass.

So I agreed with this guy on Grindr and I asked him if he had condoms before leaving and he said yes. When I arrived at his place, he said: “do you want to smoke 🪴” and I accepted. After, we started kissing and two minutes after his dick was in my mouth. Then he said let me fuck you, and started playing with my ass. Suddenly I saw he was trying to get inside without a condom. ”Don’t forget the condom” I said and he continued “don’t worry I’ll wear it in a bit, I’m just playing”. 30 seconds after, the tip of his dick was inside of me. I asked him again for the condom. he stopped went to his closet and took a condom, lube and the poppers. “Have you ever tried these?” He said pointing to the poppers. “I haven’t” I replied. then he gave me the poppers and said “try it” while pushing his cock against my hole. When I hit the poppers I forgot about the condoms and 30 after his raw dick was all inside of me. ”Try it again” he said and I said “I will after you put the condom” he replied saying “don’t worry, I’m just playing it is just the tip”. I hit the poppers again and next he was fucking me hard with is raw dick. I was high on weed and poppers he was a muscular daddy and I was so fucking turned on watching the condom next to me and that beast raping me raw. I hit the poppers one last time and two mins after he was dropping his load inside of me. ”Oh shit I came in you, sorry, couldn’t resist, next time I’ll wear a condom I promise” He just raped me and I loved it. there was no next time, and since then I’ve been fucking raw. Now I’m addicted to guys cumming I my ass.

Finally was able to embark on taking my second raw cock, and a total of 3 loads in me. Met a new Dom top today. First, Locked in chastity, harness and hood on, I was tied to the posts of the deck outside and sucked him nice and hard, until I begged him to fuck me bareback. Was taken inside, put on all fours and fucked silly until he unloaded in me. I think we have created a monster! I want more, I need more.

I do like being poz I feel healthy, I've put weight back on that I lost during early diagnosis. I feel lucky that my meds and other healthcare needs are all paid for (I'm in the UK) Only small down side is many countries don't welcome hiv+ people from abroad, so but travelscope is shortened.

I got this tattoo this year, but I see noone to ask for the promo.

First time ever I do not have a chastity cage small enough to fit the new house boy's useless cock. I had to order him one. So he better get off every day until it gets here because once he is locked he not only has 4 years of collage but also 4 years of chastity. MUAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Sadly, the same is generally true in the U.S., though in the last presidential race, turnout was extraordinary (compared with past elections, that is, not compared with an absolute standard). By percentage of registered voters, it was the highest turnout since 1900. That, at least, is one thing we can credit to Donald Trump: he turned his supporters out, but he also turned out the opposition even more.

To these comments I will add: you say you don't want to become poz NOW - maybe in the future, but not now. Get on PrEP, if your test is negative. HIV infections are declining in general, and have been since PrEP became widely available, but it's still a crap shoot if you're having unprotected sex. If, and when, you someday decide you're ready to become poz, you've seriously considered all the crap that comes with it, and you're sure of your feelings, you can go off PrEP at that point and take your chances.

Amen to that. To the OP: Have you checked to make sure you’re running the latest version of the app from the App Store? Many times I find that if an app is having a connectivity or refreshing problem it’s because I’m a version behind, and getting the update clears the issue. If you’re running through a troubleshooting protocol that’s probably the first thing they suggested, but I thought I’d mention it.

That's why I stopped paying for Grindr years ago. The software is extremely buggy, often not working when you need it to work most. You can block someone and they show back up seconds later when you do a refresh. The only thing I can say Grindr is good for is finding prostitutes, bag-hoes, drugs, and people wanting to find people who have drugs. If Grindr is a snapshot of the gay community at large, then we're all in pretty bad shape.

I’ve always said I’ll try anything 2x but I’ve never had my cock locked. As a frequent btm at a bathhouse this post has inspired me to try one on...for science. Need to determine whether there is a significant difference in the behavior of tops.

I remember when the UK decided (on the basis of science, I might add) to extend the gap between the first and second COVID shots by a few weeks, and the shock horror it caused round the world: “Oh, those crazy Brits- they’re at it again… first Brexit, now this 🤪” Turns out it produced a much better outcome, and soon everyone was doing it. Am I worried that the UK is currently prioritizing first doses, and has no schedule for the second? No, not one bit.

Just up late alone - roomare is asleep and im playing video games .... Rather be sucking/being fucked by big dicks❣️

Had no choice in the 1st time. I was not aware what it was going to happen about 20 years ago. I was not into guys then maybe a little curious.... I was at a bar with a few straight friends and met a couple of guys. We had fun with them and drank alot. One of the guys we met we kinda hit it off. Making fun of people at the bar. I drank a lot of shots and my new friend kept buying me shots. When my friends were leaving my new friend asked me to take him home he lived 5 minutes away he was too drunk..so was I.. I drove him home he asked me to stay because i almost hit a few cars on the way to his place. So he gave me a spare room and I passed out on the bed. A few hours later i think he came in and unbuttoned my shirt and paints i was not awake for this. I dont remember him pulling my paints off either. But i kinda woke up when he started to fuck me. He used a ton of lube and must have started very slow. I was almost totally awake and he was deep pumping away. I was shocked and confused but the funny thing i enjoyed it.. He definitely filled my ass with cum i was dripping. He then sucked me till I came which was like 2 seconds lol. It was a great 1st time..

@negchaserlooking still much more to come!

5 guys over the 3 day holiday. Fucking love how strong i have become.

Read all about it here: My most potent fantasies are ones where I'm, er, not entirely willing and "compelled" (uh-huh, yeah, right) to follow orders. 😈 I had a horrible crush on an uncle who was movie-star handsome - fantasizing about his deflowering me has been a constant for a long, long time, along with a couple of my male cousins and (perversely enough) the homophobic asshole shrink they sent me to as a kid. I was an obviously latent homo, the sessions clearly didn't "fix" me, not that I believe I ever needed that kind of "fixing." I feel like I'm SO predictable...but one thing I've learned is that not all fantasies make great realities. In life what that means is I'm not really a passive, sub, "no, don't, stop!" bottom. I guess I qualify as a "power" bottom, whatever that's supposed to be. I love men, I enjoy sex, enjoy being dominated but I want to engage. Go figure...

I just did this yesterday at a place I affectionately nicknamed “Animal Planet.” It a large preserve/park in town and guys go there and put on a show, especially in evenings and at night. There’s so much open raw fucking and sucking there, it’s like like a dream. This guy showed up shirtless with a jock strap And within 10 minutes, we were tag teaming him behind a tree in broad daylight. Weirdly, it felt so liberating. I know it’s too good to be true and one day it will all be over, but for now, I’m enjoying it!

[Sorry it's been a while, life gets in the way... Please remember this is set in the 1970s, as there's a character who talks in the vernacular of the time which is not really acceptable now...] We sat with them and chatted over a beer and spliff for a while, Boots in just bleachers with his braces down, me naked between his legs using them like an armchair. It seemed the most natural place to be, the feeling of his bulge against the back of my neck when I leaned back to look at him. Finally, the spliff was done and we’d finished our beers, “Well, I’m taking this one to bed,” Boots kissed the top of my head, squeezed me between his legs, then nudged his bulge into me from behind as he stood up. I scrambled to my feet and we left with a chorus of goodnights and have funs. I sat on the bed, helping Boots peel off his bleachers and pulling his balls and cock through his Y-fronts. There was a pool of liquid in his foreskin, “Have you cum already?” “Fuck, no! That’s just dick tears.” I leant in to taste, but he put his hand in the way and shook his head. He pushed me back to lie on the bed then lifted my legs to his shoulders. When he lined up to my hole and pulled his foreskin back, I felt his dick tears flow over me and he started pushing slowly in to me. I groaned at the slight burning pain, and he rocked back and forth. Just the head, rolling his foreskin back and forth. Each time some more tears and a little deeper and harder. The pain was ebbing away as he began to drive full length, still taking slow easy strokes. “Ohh, Rabbit…” He jabbed right in to me and I reached up to pull him close while he gyrated inside me. Slowly, we shuffled up onto the bed and I started massaging his cock with my arse muscles. I found I could ripple them along his shaft and he definitely seemed to like it. “Just … keep … doing … that,” he panted, staring down and spearing me with his eyes. I rocked as much as I could on his cock and carried on massaging. He dropped his head to my neck and started licking and kissing, his panting getting ragged, “Aww… Fu… Aahhh…” He pulsed inside me when he came and moaned into my neck. It was several minutes before he pushed up onto his elbows and stared down at me, “Where the fuck did you learn that?” I grinned up at him, “Just now.” He leaned down and kissed me hard and deep, pulling us up to the pillows and throwing the blankets over us. Soon, we were spooning, him behind, still hard inside me, until sleep came. Saturday, I went to halls to get my books and stuff after Boots said I could stay all week. I got back just after lunch and there was a queue out the door of the shop. After dumping my bags in Boots’ room, I went back to the shop, “Can I do anything?” Boots thought for a second, “Er, yeah… Take the customer’s ticket and if the tag on the shoes is green they can take them, anything else I’ll sort out.” I got to work, and we managed to clear the queue in time to shut up early. When Boots had locked up, I told him I could definitely use the buffing machine and key cutter, “I worked Saturdays and holidays in my dad’s engineering factory. I’ve run much more complicated machines than these.” He had me buff the rough boots I’d been polishing, then gave me two keys to cut, “They’ll be your keys for the club and the back door.” He gave a half smile, but when I went to kiss him he pulled away, giving a stern head-shake and nodding to the window, “Don’t want everyone knowing what goes on here.” “Shit, sorry. I didn’t think.” After an hour or so sorting out the club, Boots and I spent the rest of the night finishing off my bleachers and boots. We were already in bed, me milking another load from him, when we heard the others go upstairs. After breakfast, I spent Sunday working in the old workshop – it was the room above Rat’s shop. There was a large work table in the middle and several old, floor-standing sewing machines along two walls. I’d got a plan for my essay sorted by the time Boots came to get me for lunch. John followed me down after we ate and I was a little nervous when he followed me into the workshop. “Don’t worry, Rabbit. Just wanted to look at the machines.” “Er… OK.” I got back to my work while he looked over the equipment. John came over and looked at my work, “You’re at the university? What are you studying?” “Yeah, I’d doing Engineering Control. But it’s a bit boring if you’re not in to it…” “I work there in the computer lab.” My stomach fell and I must have gawped at him ’cos he laughed at me. “Not going to say anything, mate – apart from anything else, I’d lose my job.” He leant over my work and thumbed through the pages, “Hmmm…. Jacquard, eh? You know we program the computers with cards developed from his system…” We spent the afternoon talking about punched cards and control systems and all sorts of stuff none of the others would be interested in until Boots came to get us. “Come find me in the lab next week and I’ll show you some books.” John winked at me as he left. Boots took me in his arms and squeezed me hard, “Hope you weren’t talking his ears off,” he smiled. “Nah, he’s OK.” “Right, you ready for tonight?” he squeezed my arse a little and kissed me deep. “Will be soon,” I grinned at him as I headed off to sort myself out. I arrived down in the club wearing my new bleachers and the cleaned up rough boots and found boots sitting at a makeshift shoe-shine booth polishing a guy’s boots. There was a barber station next to him where Clipper was giving a Rudeboy a trim. I grabbed a couple of beers from the bar and went to sit by boots. When he finished the guy’s boots, he turned and kissed me. I looked confused at him, “It’s fine down here – nobody cares. It’s not people in the street, eh?” “Sure, no…” Another guy had sat at the shoe-shine and Boots nudged me, “You want a go?” “Er. Yeah.” I swapped placed with him and he showed me where the different cloths, brushes and polishes were. “It’s 50p for a basic shine, a quid for a lick and polish, two quid for the full works.” He looked up at the guy in the chair, “What’s it to be?” He looked down at me, “Lick polish, I think.” He shifted on the seat and put a boot on the footrest. Boots talked me through it, “So, give the toecap a lick … That’s it … Now polish on and brush off … And another lick before buffing off … Great, I’ll let you get on with the other one. I need to piss.” Boots came back as I was finishing off and the guy pushed a pound note through the slot in the money box. “Good job, boy,” he said, stroking my head as he hopped down. The Rudeboy Clipper had been barbering hopped up on the chair, planting his right boot on the footrest, “Full works, bwoy,” he said in a heavy Jamaican accent. I took in his scuffed Dms then looked up at him – short, maybe 5’4”, tight trousers with a clear ridge down this left leg, white shirt, black tie, jacket and pork-pie hat. He was clean shaven with very short hair under the hat and his ebony skin almost glinted in the club’s dim lights. Boots whispered, “That’s a full bootlicking to start…” I looked at him briefly before leaning forward to lick over all of this guy’s boot, lifting his trousers as far as I could to get up the boot sleeve. When I’d thoroughly wetted as much as I could, I put the polish on and brushed off before repeating the thorough licking and finally buffing it off. Boots and the guy, whose name I gathered was Leroy, chatted while I worked, and when I’d finished both boots, Leroy pushed a folded up five pound note into the money slot. “It’s only two quid.” I said, but Boots nudged me, “It’s a tip.” “Ah…” Leroy leaned down to me, “So, honky, you suck nigger dick?” I looked at Boots, but he just shrugged and raised his eyebrows. “Not yet,” I said as Leroy got down from the chair. He stuck his hand out for shaking, but when I took it he pulled me close and bent down, “Find you later to sort that out, bwoy.” And he let go and strode off. “Fuck, Rabbit, I hope you know what you’re doing.” Then he grinned and we laughed. Nobody was waiting for bootshine so we headed off to the booth for a beer with Loz Rat and John. “Rabbit’s going to suck Leroy’s dick,” Boots announced as soon as we sat down. There was much leaning over of the table and slapping of my back and shoulders. “You’re fucking honoured.” Laughed Loz, “Leroy doesn’t let just anyone…” Boots and I went off to the shoe-shine a couple of times before the music started ramping down, and eventually most of the punters had left. We were waiting for the stragglers when Leroy came over, stood at the end of the booth next to me and grabbed his cock through his trousers. “You suck my dick now, bwoy.” It wasn’t a question. I leant forward to press my face against him and he grabbed the back of my polo shirt, pulling me up and then pushing me into the other part of the club. He sat in one of the easy chairs there with his legs spread and his arms on the arms of the chair, “C’mon honky bwoy, know you want some nigger dick.” I dropped to my knees and pushed my face into his groin, moving around to rub his balls and the shaft I could feel against my cheek. I reached up to open his belt but he slapped my hand away, “No touching, bwoy.” I carried up rubbing my face against him and stroking his thighs, which he didn’t object to, but avoided touching his dick. He smelt different to Boots and the others somehow, more earthy, but the musky sweat odour had the same effect. After a few minutes, he pushed my head aside and opened his fly – he didn’t wear underwear and hauled his dick out in one swift motion until it slapped my face. When he leant back, I started licking the length of him. He was about 10 inches, and when I got to tip I wasn’t sure I could open wide enough to take him comfortably in my mouth. When I looked up at him, he had his head back, eyes closed, with a small smile on his lips. I started licking over his head and sucking under his foreskin, gradually taking him further and further into my mouth. The first time I choked on him, he sat upright, “No bwoy!” I relaxed and started licking and sucking over his knob end and shaft. I’d been working him over for about 20 minutes before he became vocal again, “Yeah, bwoy, that’s it… Gonna feed you my nigger spunk…” He kept up the vocals, I was his biatch, a batty-bwoy cocksucker, I loved it. With every insult, his cock got harder in my mouth until finally he growled and thick cum pumped from his cock. “Eat my nigger cum, bwoy.” And I did, every last drop. He abruptly stood up and stuffed himself away. I looked up at him, “Do you fuck honkys, too?” He slapped me hard on the side of my head, “Me ’int no batty man.” And off he went, slamming the exit door behind him.

Before Covid hit I met up regularly with this sexy young guy in his 20s. He loves fucking daddies and we usually met twice a week or so. Great lengthy fucking and he was always good for at least two loads. Then covid came along he disappeared. Out of the blue I got a text from him late evening on Thursday. Started with just a "hey how have you been". We chatted a bit. In the end he said we always had a good time and he wouldn't mind getting re-acquainted. It was too late then but we agreed to meet Friday after work. So he dropped by yesterday. Fuck! I'm sure he had sex since we last saw each other but he acted like he hadn't. He was horny as hell. Two very lengthy rounds of him pumping my ass. Blasted two big loads in my hole. And I'm sure if he didn't have to leave to meet friends to go out he would have fucked in a 3rd. He fucked two handsfree loads out of me too. Delicious! He said he would be back soon. Can't wait!

I always enjoyed older men and incest. My dad is 22 years older than me. We started having sex when I was 14. It started with me giving him blowjobs, swallowing his cum, and serving as his urinal. Soon he was fucking my ass. Eventually my older brother, 18 months older then me, found out and started using my mouth and ass too. My father and older brother were not only my first father-son spit-roast three-way, but also my first double penetration three-way. After a year of my dad and brother using me, dad started turning me over to his poker buddies and bar owners in order to clear his gambling debts and bar tabs, and my brother let his high school football teammate buddies and other friends use me in exchange for favors and pot. Although I enjoyed the musclebound football jocks, I really loved the older guys my dad whored me out to. It is not surprising when I turned 18 and was legal drinking age, I found a leather bar that housed a leather club and became a sub to the daddy leather bear members. This also explains why my first partner was 26 years older than me. However, now that I am 55 and find older tops difficult to hook up with especially during the pandemic, I find myself hooking up with younger tops.

Wouldn't the best time to start be when the young man knows he needs to? Is there any point in wasting time, once he knows who and what he is? Sucking Cocks off leads to wondering what a hard raw Cock feels like up his Hole, which leads him to try it and see for himself, which leads him (over a period of years) to more and more ever-deeper Lusts. All of this, and at a youngish age, when he's (for most, it seems) at his most attractive. I'm not endorsing any child-molestation by older, adult perverts. I'm merely suggesting he begin experimenting with his friends, of about the same age. When he reaches his majority, he will already know more than a lot of us knew when we first became aware.

I miss Basic Plumbing in Seattle. I spent hours with my face pressed to those holes sucking every cock that came my way. My favorite booth was the corner one because it had two gloryholes. I wish I knew how many loads I swallowed in that place. Has to be a few hundred. Later on I discovered how much fun it is to back up on a cock at a gloryhole. Probably bested my blow job numbers at the Club in New Orleans and the Z in Seattle. I still jerk off to those memories. Gloryholes should be considered a public service and be installed in every restroom. Could I get anywhere in politics running on that platform?

Oliver stretched and glanced about the room as the dawn light shone through the window. Max was still sound asleep, his semi erect cock just begging for another quick trip inside the boys warm hole. "in a minute" Oliver thought, his thirst for water overcoming his thirst for cock as he hopped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. "Hungry?" Trey smiled from the kitchen table at he poured a bowl of cereal. "mmh, not really, just thirsty. wheres doug?" Oliver gladly welcomed the glass of ice water from Trey and gulped it down. "still in bed i think, but the best part of hims still in me" The two boys snickered. "Is max up yet?" Dougs warm voice filled the room as he stepped into the kitchen half-dressed. "no, hes still asleep. He doesnt really like to fuck i dont think..." Oliver furrowed his brow. "nonsense Ollie" doug gently guided the boys face to his bobbing cock, and watched as Oliver began to suck away. "max just hasnt had the luxury of such a nice boy pussy. im sure if you give him a few more tries he'll come around." "mmhmm" Oliver slurped around the thick tool, pumping and sucking just as Doug had taught him. "Theres a good boy, drink it all down" Doug gripped Olivers head and pushed his cock into the boys throat. "I should probably get going..." Oliver gasped, tonguing the last of Dougs thick spunk from his fingertips as the older man stepped toward the two boys. "going where?" Trey wondered aloud. "you can hang out here as long as you want. Sometimes doug sends friends over for a quick fuck too." Trey leaned back in the kitchen chair and sighed. "I kind of have a headache, i dunno" Oliver grumbled as he scanned the room for any sign of his clothing. "My goodness I must have forgotten! Arms out boys its time for your medicine." Doug diligently pulled an opaque case from the ktichen cupboard and began mixing away. "I get a little headache sometimes too ollie, but Dougs medicine always does the trick!" Trey smiled assuringly at the boy as he stood next to him. "like this" he coached, extending Olivers thin wrist and producing his arm for doug. "Theres my boys, First things first, vitamins." Doug slowly pushed half the contents of the estrogen laced syringe into Treys firm ass cheek. "there we go. Im a little short on these so we're going to share today ollie" Doug pulled the needle from Trey and before anyone could protest, dumped the rest into Oliver. Keeping the boys skin soft and hairless was certainly a bonus, but the estrogen also helped the boys focus on their holes, making them more docile and reducing their once appreciable manhood to something more appropriate for the two cockthirsty sissies. Big cocks go inside pretty boy pussies, and Doug aimed to keep it that way. Filling the syringe once again Doug watched as Trey finished tying the two off. "Are you full of Max's cum ollie?" the boy nodded eagerly, watching as doug slowly slid the needle into him. "spread" he commanded, and Oliver opened his legs for dougs thick finger to enter him without protest. Sliding in and out a few times, doug pulled his slick finger to his face and licked it clean. "good. Im worried Max isnt getting the kind of sex he needs." Doug pushed the cocktail of drugs into the waiting boy and returned the needle to refill it. "he needs to know just how succulent a boys hole can be, no condoms, just the warm wet hole." Doug slid the needle into Trey and emptied it. "ok boys, one...two...three." Trey watched as Doug released the plastic tubing from each boys arm, reducing them to a cacophany of gasps, grunts, and heavy petting. "there we go. Feels good?" Doug grinned as he watched the boys finger eachother hungrily. "Say, why dont you two make Max a little breakfast in bed? Ive got a little bottle of organic OJ, his favorite. Ive gotta be getting into the office." "max" Oliver huffed. The only big cock left in the house to scratch the newfound itch inside him. "You two boys be good and share" Doug chimed as he walked out the door.

Honestly.. The hookup when I finally pozzed the cum felt different when I absorbed it by the following morning. I knew there was a lufe changing event happening but do I regret it.. Absolutely not...

There's no way to know exactly during the fuck that does it. I had my hopes, and the sex was incredible because of them, but I had been disappointed before. I just went back to my daily life and waited. Sure enough, the fuck flu was what told me. I was both scared and excited. A test confirmed it, and I literally did get hard in the office when they told me the results. I started to feel a little bit freaked later (like, what have I done??) but that only lasted briefly before I felt happy again and at peace with my new status. I will say that I am very glad I got it the natural way, through sex, as opposed to a blood slam. I know there are guys who are in a hurry to get it over with (I more than understand that!!) but the beauty of knowing that this life is inside you because a man, well, made love to you -- I can't describe how awesome that is.

Dad’s Basement Part Sixteen Packing for this trip was easy, just my toiletries and items to prepare for any fun. I made sure we had enough poppers and lube to have fun at the camp. Dad seemed to be happy about getting away from everything. He told me he had been to nudist camps, but was vague on if he had been to this one. We got up bright and early to set out. Dad’s diesel was growling down the road. It was an eight hour drive and I was planning on have some fun while on the road, at least I prepared for it. Dad was behind the wheel in a pair of very short shorts, I could see half of his cock shaft and the head hanging out the leg as well as his balls. He was shirtless and only an old baseball cap on his head. I was in just shorts too, but once out of town and on the open road I stripped them off and was sitting there naked. His truck was high enough for regular cars not to see in, but the truckers got an eyeful. When we passed by on, I would play with my cock, giving them a show, when they looked in I would suck on my finger. Dad would slow down and let them watch for bit then speed up. “You know teasing them might not be such a hot idea. You get them worked up and they might just rape your ass if they catch up with us” Dad said. “I know, but it’s fun,” I replied, “and you are enjoying it. Look at your cock Dad” His cock was hard as a rock, pressed up against his leg, leaking pre-cum into the fur. “Have you had trucker cock Dad?” “Fuck, I have been breed by quite a few in their cabs” he said “Thats hot Dad” My cock was getting hard thinking about Dad getting fucked by truckers. “Son, I would love to see you get gang banged in a back of a truck by some truckers. It may be something we can arrange later on. We need to get to the camp” Dad kept driving and I kept teasing truckers but knew nothing would happen, he was determined to get to the camp. I saw a sign for a rest area ahead and told dad I needed to piss. He pulled in as I was pulling on my shorts. Before we got out he adjust his cock and balls back inside his shorts. There were not too many cars in the lot and less big rigs. I knew there was not a chance that I was going to get a load. I made my way to the building where the bathrooms were. Nothing fancy, hell it looked like it should have been condemned. As I got to the door, the smell hit me. It was beyond ripe, it was rank. The odor of stale piss invaded my nostrils. I stopped, until Dad was with me at the door. “better than poppers” he said. He pushed me and I went in. This place had not been cleaned in a while. There was piss on the floor, graffiti on the walls everywhere. There was two urinals hanging on the wall, one was covered with a black trash bag with a sign reading out of order. Dad stepped up to the free on, pulled his shorts down exposing his ass and freeing his cock. “Looks like the stalls is your next destination” he said laughing. I was nervous, I hated to see what was waiting for me in the toilets. There were three stalls. I took the middle one. I immediately saw a glory hole in one of the walls. My cock jumped in my shorts. Maybe I could get lucky. I pushed my shorts down, turned and sat on the toilet. I was disappointed seeing the stall next to me was empty. I took my piss. It was really quiet in the restroom. I leaned back and closed my eyes, while I played with my cock. It grew hard quickly. I could hear movement inside the restroom and thought it was Dad heading out back to the truck. I continued to stroke me cock, lost in the fantasy of getting some dick though the glory hole. “Push that ass out a little more” whispered someone in the restroom. I opened my eyes, and quietly moved to the door, peeking through the crack. I could see from the mirrors over the sink that someone else was in the restroom, over by the urinals. I could see Dad’s shorts on the floor around his ankle but the rest of him was covered by a very large man. “That’s it open for my big dick buddy” the stranger said. I continued to watch, slowly jacking my cock. Dad was getting his ass fucked right in front of the urinal, out for all to see. In the reflection I could see another person was standing to the side, I could not see all of him, just half of his body. “Boy’s in the middle stall,’ Dad said pointing my way. I watched in the mirror as the second man walked my way, his big cock sticking out of his fly pointing his way to me. I stepped back from the door, unlocking it as I did. It slowly began to open. I turned around bending over exposing my ass and willing hole. I braced myself by putting my hands on the toilet. “Well, fuck me, it’s the little cock tease” the man said. He stepped up, spit in his hand and rubbed it on my hole. His hands were rough and scratched at my hole. He spit again and rubbed it on the head of his cock. “Going to teach you to tease truckers” He lined his cock up with my hole, just slightly pushing his head into my hole, not enough to enter but just to hold his cock in place. He put my hips in a death grip, and slammed his cock deep into my ass. Pain rushed through my hole as his belt buckle hit my bare cheeks. I fought back the scream that had formed in my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes as he pulled his cock out of my ass and rammed it balls deep over and over. I concentrated on keeping my hole open, making it easier for him to punch fuck my hole with his cock. “Take that dick Son” Dad said, “I told you not to tease truckers, always ends up bad” “Fuck me,” the trucker up my hole said “this really you son?” “Yeah and I took his cherry” “oh fucking hot man, fucking hot” I could feel the big cock in me get thicker, it really turned him on knowing he was fucking the son of the man getting fucked at the urinals. HIs moans were now becoming growls. The trucker grabbed me by my hair, pulling me up until I was against him. He moved me out of the stall, still with his cock buried deep in my hole, stretching it open more. We moved together until we were next to my Dad and the man fucking him. Dad was moaning loudly as the cock pumped in and out of his ass. I bent over as the trucker continued to fuck my ass, matching the rhythm of Dad’s fucker. I could feel the belt buckle slam against my ass checks, as his balls smashed against mine, which were pulled up close to my body. My cock jump as he slammed into me over and over. I looked over at Dad, his eyes were closed, his cock was hard and bouncing between this legs. His hands were braced against his thighs, as the guy behind him fucked his hole. I could just see the expression on Dad’s tops face, it was tensed up, teeth clenched. I knew Dad would get a load soon. With a loud grunt he slammed into Dad’s ass and yelled” “take it you perverted fucker, take my load” Dad pushed back against the guy trying to drive his cock deeper into his hole. He quickly pulled out, tucked his cock and balls back in his jeans and left. Leaving the party. Dad stood up and slowly stroked his cock in front of me, watching the cock slide in and out of my hole. “Suck your Daddy, boy. Suck the cock that made you” the trucker said. I opened my mouth and slowly took Dad’s cock in. I licked around the head and shaft as it went deeper into my mouth. The trucker started to increase his speed, almost to the point of jack hammering my hole. I knew that he would not last much longer knowing I was sucking my Dad off. His grip on my hips tightened, squeeing them hard, as he slammed his cock inside me. I could feel his cock jump and pulse as he exploded deep inside me. He bent forward until he was resting on my back, pushing into me more. Letting go of my hips, he grabbed Dad’s hips and pulled him closer to my head, sliding Dad’s dick deep into the throat. “Fuck I needed that boy” the trucker said He pulled out my hole, tucked away his cock and left. Dad pulled out and pulled up his shorts, then looked at me. “Find your shorts boy, lets get to the poz camp” I went the stall, found my short, dressed and met Dad at his truck. Once inside, I stripped them off again. Dad pulled his cock out from the leg of his pants. I put my feet up on the dash and started to play with my hole, sliding a finger in and out as we went down the high way, teasing more truckers along the way. Guess I didn’t learn my lesson.

Chapter 4, CHEM-O-PHELIAC: Our bodies were still chained together when the kid woke me part way through the night with his antsy thrashing. He had to learn that just like any pet, you sleep when the Master sleeps and MASTER SERGEANT had NOT told him he could fucking move around. For this lesson I rolled him over onto his stomach with me on his back, my dick still buried to the hilt in his well-fucked ass, and my body completely smothering his. The movement tore at the scabs and dry ass juice that had caked up and he yipped like a little bitch, but held his tongue from anything further. When my full 262 pounds was settled on his back and he was pressed into the bed underneath, he could barely breath and his chastity cage pinched into his pelvis with every thrust I made. Slow, methodical, deeper dives of my violator had him trembling as his boy clit swelled from the attention. Just at the moment that his body crested to the top of the wave of joy and bliss, I deftly reached between us, unhooked the harnesses, and pulled myself off him, withdrawing my dick from its newest home. The kid beat the bed with his fists in pain and frustration and turned to look at me with a mix of hate and lust. Such a fine line between those two and I would keep pulling him back and forth across that line until he embraced them both. I then reached out, grabbed a chain, yanked him off the bed and dropped him with a thump onto the floor. His arms and legs flailed as I unwound the length I needed and then locked it into the chain that I had secured earlier around the bed frame. I only pointed to the floor as he looked at me in dismay before I climbed over him and settled back into bed. Warm sunshine on my face welcomed me to a new day. I yawned, stretched, and rolled to my right side and looked down onto the floor where the kid lay, quiet, obedient, in total submission. His puppy dog eyes peered up wanting to please his MASTER. I gave my stiff dick a flick of my fingers – once – twice – yeah I could bust. I rolled further over, snagged the chain, unlocked it, yanked the kid up and guided his dry mouth to my wet, slick dick. My precum was flowing like the Nile into Egypt and the kid’s little pink tongue tickled me like I was Elmo. I let him enjoy himself for only a minute as while he was good, he still had much to learn. I leaned over to the bed stand, grabbed my spliff, lit it, and eyed the kid as his eyes darted back and forth, his breath got heavier, his muscles tensed. I leaned over again and got his smoke, the one laced with tar – and held it out in my hand. Gambler’s choice. Dick or smoke. Tar or charged nutt. The house won this bet as the kid grabbed the tar laced smoke, lit it like a castaway on a desert island, and sucked the wretched smoke in deep. He relaxed, slumped, and now I knew. My little chem-o-pheliac was ready for anything I blew his way. I let him smoke the entire thing – the greedy little pig – and again was surprised he did not wretch. No matter. This was good, all good, and as he drifted off into wherever-the-fuck King Kong’s bride goes, I climbed off the bed, took the last embers of his tar smoke, put it out, then dragged the kid by the chains and collar into the bathroom, threw his ass over the white porcelain tub, and rape fucked his dry his hole until I blew my morning toxic nutt deep into his ripe womb. I made sure he was still conscious and OK, hog chained him on his side, and stepped into the walk-in shower for a nice, hot, wet down. My shower done, I stepped out and was greeted by the kid’s anxious, darting eyes. As water dropped off my muscled body onto his submissive form, I explained that I would unchain him so he could learn to serve me during my morning routines. He tried to speak but a hand to the face removed that notion. He then began to nod only, got up, grabbed one of the luxurious towels, and followed my commands to a T as he wiped my body down. Of course when he got to my dick and hefty balls he was tempted to linger and his lip quivered in need, but a quick tap with my finger brought him back into focus. Next up – toilet training. He would go on command like any good pet being walked by his Master and so I set him on the toilet and let him know he had until the time it took for me to finish pissing down his throat for him to do what he needed to. After that, he would have to hold it until I was ready to piss again. I pushed my dick into his waiting mouth, slapped him once when he tried sucking it, then grabbed his head hard between my hands ensuring my thumbs would leave good bruises on the front of his neck and let my hot stream flow. The kid frantically pushed at his cock cage and while some of his piss squirted onto the floor, for his first time he did well swallowing my bladder. I finished, dropped him to the floor to lick up his piss that missed, then dragged him back to the bedroom where he kneeled for me. Once again he was offered a choice and as expected, his cravings for the tar overwhelmed his need for dick and soon he was back on that high. A nice side effect of the heroin was it would make him withdrawn, isolated, and I would leverage that to my own end and soon I would be his entire fucking world. I left him chained to the bed as I sauntered down stairs – naked – my semi-hard dick thickening with all the evil, twisted, things I planned to do to him today. A fresh drink in one hand, a big spliff in another, and I sat down at one the tables in the backroom that looked out onto the pool. Yes, the little shit had his own, private pool. Digging through the pile of papers and rubbish I found a couple things I was looking for – some of his credit cards and a check book. The cards were well used, the check book barely touched, but from what his step daddy had said both would be flush. I had just pushed the chair back to go back upstairs for another round when a furtive shadow passed by the window, the slices of hidden light announcing the arrival of a guest. The door handle jiggled, I unlocked it and came face to face with a startled older man whose eyes got wide as he took in all of my manhood. “I…well…good morning...you must be uh…oh yes, Master Sergeant? May I? I had not wanted to disturb you and thought I would slip in and check on how things were going but I gather you changed the security code and all that? Yes? Right, right, well good. Oh yes, I’m Edmund’s father,” The old man explained. I blew my smoke down into his face as he waved it away with his left hand. So, my golden goose has a nosy daddy. The old man went on, “My son could not stop talking about you and your – well shall we say skills - and I can see why.” Another wave of his hand like Cleopatra on the throne as he continued, “Oh, no offense meant Sergeant…what? Oh Right, yes, my apologies, Master Sergeant, it’s just that you are not my flavor shall we say, but who do you think taught Edmund to suck dick?” The old man had a lustful twinkle in his eyes now and reached down to grab his now hard dick. Man this is one fucked up family. The old man looked at me, waved to the stairs, “Is HE up there? I gather it was you that caused such a fury yesterday when he called me? Yes? I thought likely. You know that’s the first time that little pecker ever called me Grandpa? Usually it’s some mono-syllable word not even a sailor would utter.” I followed as the old man walked to the stairs and started heading up. I coughed, he turned and with a look of shame came back down. “Ahh I see. There is a new Master of the house is there not? Again, my apologies.” The kid’s grandfather reached into the leather case he was carrying and pulled out a large, velvet box. He had my attention and with purpose he slowly opened the lid and said, “I understand you are a man of refined tastes and so as such, thought this may be of interest to you.” Nestled within, in stark contrast to the black velvet, was a massive, braided gold chain that was as thick as my index finger with a can-top size pendant hanging from it edged in diamonds. “My jeweler said that 1 carat diamonds were a favorite of a Mr. Ice...or a Mr. Whiz somebody or other to accessorize their presence,” the old man stated. I smiled, reached out and snatched the chain, felt the heft, eyed the row of diamonds as they glistened in the light, and held my hand out to the stairs welcoming Grandpa to my new home. Outside the kid’s room I paused, handed Grandpa my still smoking joint, put the chain around my neck and my dick jumped as the cold diamonds touched my skin. The old man beamed and I could tell he wanted to touch me, to feel me, to taste my breeder jizz no matter what he said. I took my spliff back, inhaled, and calmly opened the door revealing the sight of his black and blue, used and abused, chained up grandson quietly sitting on the floor by the end of the bed eager to greet his Master. The kid’s eyes narrowed, he opened his mouth to speak but caught my glare and shut it. The old man chuckled, “I see you have already begun to show him other aspects of life? Mind if I take a turn? Oh don’t look at me like that, he’s not blood.” I nodded, hoisted the kid up, bent him over the bed, tightened the chains, and walked out as I let Grandpa have his way. Who knows, maybe the kid’s bloody hole would get Grandpa too and before I am done I will have three generations of poz pussy in this place. A while later the old man came down the stairs feeling 20 years younger, “I must give you credit Master Sergeant. Such wonders you have accomplished in just one day – one! I never….well you have done more in 24 hours than my sorry excuse of a son and his trailer trash wife have done in years. Well done Sir and if you are – shall we say – amenable to additional incentives…?” He paused, I tapped the diamond pendant and smiled, he continued, “Well then. I am sure I can provide whatever may be required so that my own relishes may be addressed. May I be blunt Sir? Are you into S&M, B&D? Yes, I know, obvious from that, but if I were to…I…if I were to offer to submit?” Yes, for the right price I have no limits and as Grandpa walked away from the house with a new spring in his step and a curdle of my poz cum on his tongue, I thought things were going quiet well so far. Back in the kid’s bedroom we were back on the edge of hate and lust as the kid hated me with his entire being for allowing his Grandpa at him. I did a quick inspection and while I noticed one small, fresh bruise and made note to charge the old man extra next time, the kid seemed fine and I needed to blow another nutt. I stepped on the chain, grabbed the kid’s head hard between my hands, and forced my long dick into those pink lips. Time to show him how a fag chokes out on an alpha BBC. Tears, spit, gut juice all mixed and mingled to slime my dick up and while the kid hungered to taste my load, every sperm I had was already assigned to one mission and one mission only – infecting that ass. I cuffed the side of his head when I released my grip, pushed his face down onto the floor so that his ass was up and his back arched. The kid naturally splayed his arms out in supplication in honor of his Mandingo GOD, and when he did, his hole twitched and quivered, still slick from his Grandpa’s seed. With my weight on my right leg I set my left foot on his head, pinning him down like dust under a runner’s foot who was in the straddle pose at the start line of a race. WITH ONLY HIS SNOT ON MY DICK, I THEN DROPPED MY THIRD ARM INTO HIS HOLE AND BROKE THAT BUSSY WIDE AND DEEP. THE KID WAS BAWLING, THAT WAS GOOD. TIME TO LET OUT ALL THOSE YEARS OF ANGER AND PENT UP EMOTIONS. EVERY PAINFUL STROKE IN WAS ANOTHER HELD GRUDGE RELEASED, ANOTHER HURT SALVED, ANOTHER WOUND HEALED. Once that ass was good and gaping I pulled out, stepped back, sat in the chair, and lit my blunt. The kid was fucking frantic and crawled to me begging and pleading. I held out a tar roll for him. His eyes got wide, he licked his lips, he swallowed hard, he then got off the floor in a crouch as much as the chains would let him and turned and offered me his bruised cunt like some animal in the wild. He wiggled it, whined, reached back to spread it open more for me. Good bitch. I walked over to the desk, propped my new gold iPhone 6sPlus up, checked the shot, hit record, walked back to the kid and holding him up raped that ass as rough and as hard as I could until my dick was raw. The kid had picked dick over the heroin, and so he deserved the ultimate reward – pleasing me anyway I wanted as I ripped his hole like the Grand Canyon and flooded his insides with back-to-back loads. The kid’s gaping ass winked and smiled at me as I took the latest pic showing the slut’s shaved hole bruised, swollen, and dripping with my infected nutt. Seconds later his humiliation was secure in the cloud and being shared with a few select friends as the little shit whined and pleaded, “PLEASE MASTER SERGEANT, FUCK ME SOME MORE.” A quick backhand and the room grew still as the little shit had learned early on what happens when you disobey me. He may get away with his attitude and mouth with his Moms, but not with me – MASTER SERGEANT MAURICE LECLAIRE – UNITED STATES MARINE AND ALL AROUND TOP DAWG AND BITCH USER AND ABUSER. When the morning’s training was done, I handed the kid his check book and let him write a check for what he thought that fuck was worth. It took him a few tries before I was satisfied, and once I was, I bent him over his desk, wrapped my big hands around his little neck, and choked the fuck out of him as I raped that ass again, all the while recording every plea from this mouth begging me not to stop. I don’t believe in giving anything on credit and so that afternoon I left the kid chained to the bed as I made a trip back into town to cash the check, stash the stacks of fresh bills in my safety deposit box, pick up a few things from my place, and made a sales run to my dealer who was excited as shit by the supplies I had to unload. He had some twink emo fucker there all Tina’d up begging for my dick and any other time I would have jumped in that hole. Right now, I was about my business so told the twink to go hustle on the street corner if he had to, hopped back in my Escalade and headed back to the estate. When I got to the main gate, I pulled in, went in to the guard house to chat with the security team - my brothers in arms - who were all very happy to receive a few week’s supply of weed from me as well as a few other special hits. They asked me how I was handling things up at the house and with only a smile of confidence I pulled out my cell phone and gave them a taste of my training regimen. Mouths dropped, dicks got hard, and once I knew they had taken the bait, time for the next step in my plan. Over the next few weeks: - the kid drank my piss and served me every morning when I got up - every morning I gave him a choice of smoke with tar or my dick and some days he chose tar and some days my dick, but as the weeks went on, the less he chose the tar – cravings and all –the more he chose the dick for his high – but fuck, I still gave him weed as that ain’t nothing – either way he was a committed chem-o-pheliac for sure, needing his drugs - if he had been good, I fucked him and blew my first load of the day into his ass - if he had been bad, he was locked in the bathroom for a while with nothing but some dog food and my piss in his bowls - he had chores he had to complete and every day new ones were added as he had to learn to take care of his own place - I started taking him on rides in the Escalade, but the bitch knelt in the back in his dog kennel. Sometimes I would blindfold him. Sometimes I would stop along some country road, pull him into the woods and rape fuck his ass bloody with him bent over some tree. Sometimes I would drive into the city. - he was home schooled for sure and taught the lessons from Master Sergeant’s Book of Wisdom - his cock cage never came off and neither did the collar and chains - by week two, he was swimming laps in the pool – collar still on, me holding the chains from the edge and walking around the pool - by week three, I had him running laps in the gym that was behind the pool. It had been a horsebarn at one time, but someone had spent major bucks to turn it into a Class-A facility, which was now used only by the security guards. - Grandpa got added to my flock and he paid well for regular chances to use the kid, and paid even better to submit and serve me. I was the S&M/B&D Master Sergeant of his dreams and guided him with finesse so that by the time week three rolled around his screams of pain and ecstasy were joined with the kid’s as the third generation to get my dick of death in those guts and once again, the fuckers paid me VERY WELL for raping their greedy pussies. - I continued to stop by the front gate and share with the guards/security team, vids of my exploits and the day I stopped and showed them the kid bound, blindfolded, gagged, and in the dog crate they about fucking lost it and became that pack of alpha DAWGS in heat needing to mount a bitch’s cunt. Well, but you know what they say about most tops being just big dicked bottoms? There may be some of those too in the pack, but I’ll deal with them on my own time. Where are the parents you might ask? I received several calls from the Factor telling me Edmund and his wife were delayed, or had joined friends for a last minute trip to Venice, or some shit or the other. I couldn’t really care one way or the other as between the kid and Grandpa, I was making BUCKS, so worked with what I had. My golden goose knew what he was missing and I was sure he would find his way back to me soon as his ass and checkbook needed my attention as well. One month to the day of my arrival and the kid eagerly began his daily service without any prompt from me. He had become the best little sub, and through our lessons, had gotten healthier physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. HE HAD FOUND HIS PLACE IN THIS WORLD – SERVING MASTER SERGEANT MAURICE LECLAIRE! He eagerly awaited my dick as he could see the toxic precum streaming out of the tip, but I held him off. After a quick shave of his ass to make sure it was pussy smooth, I handed him his own velvet box. While my bling was real shit, this was just fake rhinestone crap, which is all a bitch cunt deserves, but the look on his face and the tears that welled in his eyes you’d have thought I had given him the fucking crown jewels. The kid’s hands shook as he held the case open as I took off the old, ragged and worn, leather collar from his neck. His neck now had a permanent, darker tone around it from the collar, and the skin was thicker, almost like a callous. The collar I lifted out of the case was studded with shiny jewels that said, MASTER’S. All pets are for the glory of their TOP, their MASTER, their ALPHA. They only deserve to be known as such and he was filled with pride at this acknowledgement of ownership, safety, and support. With his new collar in place, and some new chains dragging behind him, my pet bitch walked three feet behind me with his head down as we went out the back, past the pool, and up to the gym. Once inside I guided the kid over to a weight bench, he obediently laid face down, ass up, his hole twitching in need. I looped the chains from his collar around the bench, pressed tight against his torso and neck locking him in place. A minute later the echo of boots on the fine wood floors announced our guests – the full security team for the estate – my brothers in arms. One by one the filed in, got naked, and lined up behind the kid’s ass stroking their dick’s to their full length. While none could compare to mine, they would hurt the kid for sure, and by hiring some outside security contractors for the day and night to guard the estate, I made sure the full team would have hours on end to plug his boy pussy and breed him over and over, and over again. The kid might have started out as a punk, but now he was a B.R.A.T. (Bitch Ready And Turned-out).

I know a couple of guys who are into making me cum before they let me near them. One likes me to fuck myself with a dildo and jerk off so that my ass is ready for him and my cock is soft. He says it means I am only thinking of pleasing him and not of my own pleasure. My other fb likes to milk me either with his fingers or his fist and then orders me to lick my cum up while he mounts me and screws me. I follow whatever I'm told like a good submissive cumslut.

Part two: So I get up and get dressed and take my sore ass home only to lay in bed and start putting my fingers in my ass while I jacked myself off; I even scooped up my cum and ate it and falling right to sleep. Oh the dreams I must have had that night I woke up with a raging hard on and thought about jacking off, but remembered I had to be at this rest area by noon and it was 9:30, so I get up do my chores and the scene from the day before kept coming back in my mind that just a day ago I was straight and liked girls, and in less than 24 hours I had sucked another guys cock, and a black one at that; swallowed his cum and got fucked by another guy without a condom, was I gay now? I didn’t feel gay; but my cock kept getting hard at the thought of me getting fucked like a girl and sucking off another man!! At 11:30 I bail and head to the park; scared that if I am not there on time this guy would show up at my parents’ house! So I am walking down the road to where I was told to go and found an old brick building off the road, there were several cars parked around, some guys were reading the paper, some were walking along the road by their cars, and some were empty. So I walk into the men’s room and sure enough the white guy is standing there next to the sink; Drop your shorts so I can see if you got underwear on, I start to look around and he yelled, NOW BITCH! I thought I was going to faint not knowing if anyone else was there, but I did what he said and showed him I didn’t have any underwear on. Take off your shorts and give them to me now bitch, then get in the cubicle. So I do it so he wouldn’t yell at me again, since I was no match for him since I was only 140 pounds at 5’11, I was called skinny Minnie in school, and hated confrontation. So I get in the stall and sit down,with only my sneaker on and the white guy comes in the stall with me and asks my name; so I tell him it was Chris, Dan is mine he stated, then he pulled down he pants and told me to get to work, I asked him if it was safe, at this point he grabs me by the throat and pushes me back against the wall and said you are a mans bitch now, you don’t ask, you just do; Understand you fucking bitch? All I could do was nod, as he let me go, he again told me to get to work, I grabbed his cock and started to suck on it. As I was sucking he gave me a bottle and told me that they call them poppers, like the one you had yesterday. So I inhale some and got a rush and started to work a little harder on sucking him, he said that is a good piggy bitch. The guy then pulls out this pipe and puts the lighter under it and starts to hit it a couple of times. He then told me it was my turn, well I don’t smoke, but is was to scared to tell him that; so he put the pipe to my lips and I inhale and started coughing really hard but within minutes I as so fucking high, I didn’t care who came in. I started sucking him for all it was worth but he pulled his cock from my mouth, opened the stall door and told me to go lean over the sink!! I walk over to the sink not caring who sees me and he tells me to spread em, sounded like a cop getting ready to search me. I look back and he is getting finger full of lube and dipping it into the same bag as yesterday and starts to push it up my horny as hell ass, I even found myself pushing back enjoying the feeling. I kept feeling higher and higher with every second, I was almost pleading with the guy to fuck me. He starts to laugh and told me I would be a pure cumdump in no time! He then lined his cock up and pushed in and I just laid my head on the sink submitting to another man who was now making me his bitch to breed and use, and I was loving it. Dan as now going to town tell me how tight of an ass I had and I would be well known in the park before the end of summer. I soon found out what he ment. Dan started to really slam his cock in my ass and I was now telling him how much I loved the feel of his cock and fuck me and use me anyway he wanted; again he laughed and said he planned on it. I hit the poppers again and was in overdrive pushing back, Dan asked me if I wanted his load pumping in me, OH GOD YEEEEEES!! FUCK ME PLEASE, cum in me, he then said I was about to get knocked up again with his babies, all I could do is beg him to impregnate me, put your babies in me, knock me up make me your bitch!!! I then felt that strange swelling and him breathing hard as he told me he was cuming in my piggy bitch ass and I would know it soon enough if I got knocked up!! All I could think of was carrying his baby in my belly and smiled as he pulled out knowing I was now a man’s property to use for their sexual pleasures! Dan told me to turn around and clean his cock off, I didn’t even think were his cock had been, I just got down on my knees and licked and sucked it clean. He then handed me my shorts and told me to put them on and to follow him, I of course did without worry………..

"Nothing nothing" Garrett answeted. "Everythings good" I looked from anthony to Garrett and knew it was not alright. "Whats wrong." I asked again. I looked at the bottle of g ateorade that I just drank from and it hit me. "What was in the Gatorade. " Anthony sighed " don't worry. We forgot which bottle had it. But u should be ok.' "What was in the bottle" i asked again "Just a lil ghb. It'll fine. " I heard anthony whisper I think at the end. "U should probably just not drive right now." Great im stuck here! I thought I could feel the effects. I tried to think of how much I had. My brain told me I just needed to sleep it off but I could not have picked a worse place my body was on alert for any new sensatin. "Where's howie" I asked "could he take me home?" "We haven't seen him." Anthony said "we were actually going to look for him when we found u. Look just stay here well go find him and im sure he'll take you home." they left. minutes later I could feel the ghb kicking in. I felt awake but asleep. Drunk and horny and everything I touched felt good.I heard them say that they hadn't made the mix. Or did I dream it. I couldn't stand the noises. Ills go downstairs I told myself but when I walked out thr door I couldn't remember which way the stairs were. I stumbled and tried my best to make my way but there was a haze I couldn't see though. Suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around me and damn did they feel good. I tried my best to turn but lips met the back of my neck and a tounge moved from my nape to my lower ear then back down. I shuddered. "I want u so bad" said the voice attached to the hands. I t was dimas. God his strong arms. Mine wete bigger I knew I was stronger. Then I felt something thick andb hard rubbing up my thigh climbing between my legs and resting nude my balls I moaned and arched back. Fuck it I thought Fuck it all. Fuck me. "I am gonna fuck ur brains out.. "it was only then do I realize my internal dialogue was external and even that didn't bother me. Dimas moved me into a room. I could hear others fucking inside. The smell reeked of sex. Sex and something else. There was a thickness to the room as dimas positioned me out on what felt like a couch. My arms on the back rest and my knees were you should sit. Then suddenly thats when I felt it. A warm wet mouth between my ass cheeks. He was eating me out. When did I get out of my underwear. I couldn't care. "Yeah baby none of that matters" I heard him say behind me "Oh fuck " I just moaned again and pushed and arched my back further into his mouth. He ate harder and rougher. I didn't care there were other people in the room. I didn't care when someone was positioned next to me in my same position. And being fucked to the rythem of Dimas's eating. I just wants it so bad. I pushed my ass back and back and grabbed the couch and moaned while his tongue dug into my ass. His hands spread my ass and his tongue dived deeper into me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Then my moaning prayer was answered. I felt his fat cock push against my hole and he popped in his head. I felt my hole suddenly stretch around the thick fat head of his uncut cock. I moaned and did only what my body told me to-do. I pushed back. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks and I heard him moan loud like a growl as I sunk my ass on to him and began to act as I had so many times before. Something I had reserved for one guy I was giving up to dimas. Oh fuck god yes I said as I pushed back but this time dimas pushed forward and I felt my ass hole stretch deep inside. My head knocked back and my mouth was wide my body tensed as he reached balls deep and when he pulled back only to slam me again again I convulsed again. And again yes he slammed into me. Yes I moaned and he dove. Yes and yes his hand slapped my ass hard and rough. He slapped me while he drove my hole. Fuck. Yes was all I could say and think. The body next to me pulled me toward him while I was moaning I thought to kiss me but instead I inhaled a sharp nasty smelling smoke deep into my lungs I coughed and gagged. But the lips kept kiss in me insuring I had deeply breathed in the fume. My head went buzzy and my body felt light and hot and wet so much pleasure I just kept moaning the body next to me pulled me over again and this time I inhaled and kissed and I pulled the other slight body ro me and pushed him under me. Oh bodies moanjng as now dimas was taking turns slamming my ass then fucking the boy under me. God he felt so good. I was in heaven. Then while he was in the mist of fucking men i heard dimas moaning and slapping my ass felt his balls slapping my ass. He pulled out and I felt ropes and ropes of cum being shot in my back my ass and my hole. He rubbed his dick into the streams of cum and dipped them into my ass he continued to fuck me with his cum do a bit and said fuck yeah I breezed ur ass fucking good. He yelled and others cheered a wooded and he finally pulled out. I expected to get off the couch. Someone helped me off. But instead of helping me out of the room, I was laid down on the bed. My legs were pulled up. And pushing into my hole was a new unfamiliar Cock. I looked at the tattooed chest above me the thick arms holding my legs in place and then felt a thicker not longer but much thicker cock pushing into me. i resisted but only a little. my body was writhing in pleausre my mind in confusion. In rejection but as the man picked up speed my mind was persuaded

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