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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?

Until he opened the front door and I saw his beautiful face, I had doubts this was actually going to happen. There he stood, even more amazing than all the photos I'd received. Short, thin, blonde hair, green eyes, and a big nervous smile on his face. "Hi daddy," he said as he gestured me into the house. His parents were gone for a few hours and we were finally going to seal the deal. For months, I'd talked to this boy online. He'd fallen in love with me. A Virgin barely of consenting age who had to hide his true self from his judgmental conservative parents. As he closed the door behind me, his eager voice asked, "Did you bring it?" I nodded and reached into my pocket to reveal a small wedding band. This was part of our deal. If we were to "make love" as he called it, we must be engaged. He took this all very seriously. If it takes a cheap ring off Amazon to get inside him, it's worth it. I slipped the ring on his finger as he whispered, "Thank you daddy. It's perfect." He took my hand and lead me through the house to his bedroom. It was typically decorated for a boy his age, sports and superhero posters cluttering the walls. I recognized the bed from our many video sessions. It's where I'd taught him to pleasure himself, to not feel guilt for how he felt. It's where I'd talked him into exploring his pussy and seeing that it was his true sex organ, not his penis. We sat on the bed and I wasted no time making a move. I wrapped my strong arms around his scrawny body and put my lips to his. His first kiss...the first of many things today. He tasted like hormones and toothpaste. He let out a little moan as my tongue entered his mouth. My hands began to explore his body as our tongues danced. He was ready for this. More than ready.

Some of you may have noticed some of the moderators really get off on throwing their weight around. The worst one being viking8x6. If you dare to not like something he says, he engages in a prolonged passive aggressive attack, by constantly downvoting your comments. While I understand that anyone is able to do this, it is clear he is only doing this out of spite. Then, if you dare to do the same thing back to him, he will comb through your comments until he finds something he can justify suspending you for. This is often among a bunch of similar comments others have made in the same thread. I know this because my boy was recently suspended for a comment in Best age to start sucking cock. A thread they have permitted for a long time, despite the fact that they like to use the responses (generally involving recounting your own experience as occurred with @gangbangsuperstar. Let’s face it, on a site like this, they can find some excuse to suspend anyone of us whenever they feel the need to remind you who’ s boss. And yes, they have the right to. But just because you CAN do something, that doesn’t mean you should. Integrity has requirements. She did warn me beforehand that she had responded to his harassment in kind (even though I had warned her not to bother stooping to his level) and fully expected to be suspended as we all know bullies do not like it when people stand up to them. I personally do not think such a bitter, small person should be in charge of anything like this as they tend to wield their perceived power improperly. I am fairly certain I will face a lengthy suspension as despots and bullies do not appreciate dissidents (see China’s ruling communist party) and I’m sure they will recount how “difficult” the job is and the mod suck ups will defend them but I cannot tolerate bullies in any form and feel it is up to individuals to call them out regardless. Just wanted to post this so that anyone else out there dealing with bullying from this moderator knows you are not alone. I know of several people who have had to deal with his bullying, and despite waiting for him to simply go away and simply perform the task of a moderator, he has chosen to use the position to flex. I have not always seen eye to eye with the moderators here but have found them to be professional. This one is NOT, and has not been for awhile. So speak out. Speak out against bullying, don’t defend it. Peace out!

Met a top on Grindr who literally had a baseball bat for a Dick! I didn’t measure but it was like a BBC Louisville slugger! It took a bit but he finally got balls deep and I felt like my guts were gonna bust when he made 7-8 strokes and blew my insides up! I don’t know if it was his size and my tightness or what but had anyone else experienced this? I ain’t complaining because he shot a super thick load deep but wished he could of lasted longer.

I actually agree with you on this point, and confess that I have never quite understood the thinking behind it. The policies may have a rationally considered basis, but that basis is either poorly communicated or not at all, and ends up coming across as arbitrary and capricious when it comes down to enforcing regulations. Most people are willing to comply with reasonable controls when they are clearly explained and they can understand why they’re needed. Not that many people, particularly adults, react well to “Do as you’re told” without any reason. In my view, some disquiet might be avoided with greater clarity, but that assumes there’s actually a logical reason for the contradictions you point out. It could be that the censorship appears piecemeal because the preference is not to limit content, but a certain amount of blockage is dictated by the legal constraints the site owner must comply with to ensure the site is not targeted by the authorities or other groups intent on silencing all such discussion online. The censorship of terms and discussions related to sex with males not yet of the age of maturity (note the circuitous reference) is very intentionally because such content being found on the site by internet searches would be an express ticket to this place getting put under a microscope by law enforcement, and likely closed. We probably skate pretty close to the edge of the ice as it is. The point where your view on this an mine probably diverges is that while we would both like to see an end to the apparent contradictory philosophy and policies where they concern potentially harmful practices, I would prefer to see the site err on the side of protecting people from harm rather than throwing open the floodgates to every corrupt, debased thought and practice possible and leave every person to sort it out for himself. Not everyone has the same level of maturity, sophistication, experience, common sense, or self control. Some children should not be turned loose in a candy store. That’s why Moderators are necessary. Augustus Gloop and Veruca Salt are why Moderating isn’t easy.

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.

Very long lasting bareback top looking for hwp bottoms for sensual, connected, verbal sex. I’m into making out, mutual oral and rim, top here, but will flip for a top who knows what is doing and the chemistry and mood is right. A 3 way or group can be fun. I top with long slow sensual strokes mixed with deep hard pounding in multiple positions. I’m 6’2” 220. 8x5 cut, very hairy chest, arms, legs, ass. Multiple loads. Most bottoms can’t go as long as I wanna give. I like all kinds of men from smooth twinks, otters, daddies and beefy hairy bears. Not into chubs or very overweight men. I prefer a fwb situation over multiple partners.

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..

I'd caution from drawing too many conclusions from this study. For one thing, as the authors admit, they can only compare behavior from earlier in an infected state with that from later in an infected state. There's no ethical way to study how infection itself changes a person's sex drive from before infection to after infection, which is what most people seem to be reporting anecdotally. Moreover, this presents a question of causality: is the advancing HIV infection/viral load physically causing people to have more frequent and riskier sex (the way rabies causes foaming at the mouth, for instance), or could it simply be that as guys become more accustomed to their HIV status, they relax about having sex and enjoying it more (and seeking more partners and riskier options) because the perceived danger of doing so has gone away?

Part 1 The bar was its usual buzz for a Saturday night. I chatted briefly with a few friends as I made my way through the moderately sized crowd to the bar. Randy the bartender had seen me come in and had a gin and tonic waiting for me. Creeping up on thirty, he’d been a staple behind the bar for a number of years now. Tall with dark brown wavy hair, a handsome face that always had a welcoming smile, and nice body, he was generally the most popular bartender in the place. I remembered his premiere weekend here, the fresh meat in the lion’s den, one of the many college students who got into the place on the “Under 21” policy that allowed them to hang in the bar but could not order alcohol. That certainly didn’t stop others from surreptitiously feeding them cocktails here and there, though. I’ll admit I like them young. Fresh faces and ass relatively new to the scene. I’m 56, my hair having turned silver over a decade ago, I had never outgrown my preference for the newbies. Not your basic twink, mind you — no, I preferred the ones who were masculine, had some definition to them, and were studying. Intelligence was a must for me. And if they were a bit uncertain of themselves, shy with limited experience, that just turned me on more. Randy had been that boy about nine years ago. The fresh face, going to the local state university, and feeling his way around the gay community. Not surprisingly he’d been immensely popular, as the newbies usually are. It took me more than a month to groom him, talking casually when he appeared at the bar, talking about his studies while I shared insights from my own business. I didn’t rush it. I preferred for them to show interest in me. One night Randy started to get more touchy-feely than he’d been in his first month, tentatively making body contact, standing shoulder to shoulder at the bar. I knew the subtle signals and cashed in my chips that night. I took Randy, the intelligent, curious business student and amateur college athlete I’d been grooming for weeks, and turned him into a moaning, writhing bundle of hot face and muscle that pleaded for me to breed him. You see, that’s what I really get off on. Taking a young stud and turning him into my play thing; stripping away his self-control and straight-laced façade, and molding him into a cum-hungry repository for my seed. Randy was just one of hundreds of these conquests. I scooped my drink off the bar, Randy taking a moment to flirt with me before another patron demanded attention. He’d been one of my regular fuck boys that first year, coaxing him out of his inhibitions, teaching him that he was really a cumdump. Too bad he had aged out for me, but they all did. Turning away from the bar, I started scanning the faces. There were of course many I knew, some friends, others conquests — the benefits of living near the state’s flagship university. I made eye contact with Colby, a tall, cute policy sci student who had given himself to me last weekend — or maybe it was the weekend before. He’d been a “last call” boy, his friends having either hooked up or left for the night. Colby was lingering, clearly horny and needing someone to take him. I smiled at the sheepishness he showed tonight as he furtively smiled then looked away. Not an unusual reaction from these boys; not wanting their friends to know they’d surrendered to a notorious whore. Colby hadn’t been so sheepish when I recently took him up to my loft. I own the gallery next to the bar in the city’s artist district, and live in the loft above that. Very convenient. Colby had been at the bar a few weeks ago, hanging with a group of friends. Colby was playing his usual hard-to-get game that night, and over-played his hand with another college student who picked up someone else instead. Colby was among the last boys standing at last call, clearly wanting to go home with someone. I snatched him just as the lights were coming up for the night. He was feeling the influence of the cocktails he’d been smuggled during the night — he was one of the few boys I didn’t have to buy drinks for — and his attitude had given way to his horniness. I got him out of his clothes right away, and had him get onto all fours atop my coffee table. His body was even better than I had expected, and I was turned on displaying him on the table. I fed him my ample Italian cock, coaching him through our entire encounter. “That’s it, Colby. Suck daddy’s cock long and slow. No, slower. You’re milking it, not making it cum right away. My cum is going in your other hole. Good boy. Now slide your mouth all the way down the shaft. All the way, I said! Take it. Take it!” I pulled a couple small bottles out of a drawer in the table. I unscrewed the tiny cap on one and put it under Colby’s nose. “Inhale. It’s fine. They’re just poppers, nothing to be afraid of. Do it again, but inhale for real this time. There you go.” Colby’s cock sucking became more voracious as the poppers took him, and I reached back to his ass and gently probed his fresh hole. I didn’t know much about this one; I’d picked him up because it was gonna be convenient and I planned to get off. His hole was tight — very tight. “That’s a tight hole, boy. Has it been fucked before?” “ A couple times.” “By a man? Or just school boys?” “Just guys my age.” His admission made my heart pump faster. “Just so you know, I don’t take loads,” he said urgently. “No worries,” I said, playfully rubbing my hand through his hair while I continued to massage his tight ass. It was amusing when these newbies tried to set the expectations for our encounter. This wasn’t really a negotiation, but it wasn’t time to take the decision away from him. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and got behind him, gently probing his tender hole with my thumb. Then I slid my tongue inside him. He let out a deep moan. I inserted my tongue deeper, spreading his cheeks with both my hands. I spread lube into his hole, fingering it deeper, feeling his sphincter tighten around my thick finger. “Pick up the bottle of poppers and take. Two more hits. That’s it. Much better. Deep breaths. That’s it, Colby. They make you feel so good, don’t they?” “Yeah,” he replied quietly, starting to move his hips so his ass stretched on my fingers. I felt his sphincter twitch and relax. “Good boy. This is why you came here tonight. Isn’t it?” he didn’t answer. I fled two fingers deep inside his hole, probing, massaging his prostate. He groaned with pleasure. He’d probably never been finger fucked like this before. “Tell me,” I said firmly. “Why did you come here tonight?” “To get fucked“ he admitted meekly. I knew this wasn’t how he envisioned his night going when he’d left his dorm room. He’d had dreams of finding a boyfriend tonight in the bar, and awkwardly making love for the first time together. All these newbies did. But here he was, naked on a coffee table, his ass in the hands of a master. He was feeling submissive, wrestling with this new experience, trying to resist it, but desperately wanting to totally give himself over to it. I stood behind him, lathering my long cock with lube. Colby was on all fours in front of me, waiting. Hoping. I put the head of my cock against his hole. He tightened up, but I gently massaged the head up and down. “Just feel that,” I coached him. “Feel the warmth against your hole. There’s nothing better. There’s nothing you want more than this right now. Take another hit of poppers.” I could hear the tell-tale sound of him huffing. I heard him moan softly. I entered with a steady pressure, pushing his anxious hole open, and filling him with my cock. Colby tensed with the shock most newbies experience when first being entered. I waited for it to subside, then. Slowly began. Working my cock deep inside him. “Feel that, Colby. Feel daddy’s cock inside you. This is what you needed, isn’t it?” “Yes, daddy,” he whimpered. I started using longer strokes, looking down to watch my cock gliding in and out of the moaning youngster. He’d had dick inside him before, but this was the first time he was taking an experienced fuck. I love watching my dick go in and out of a fresh hole, so I left Colby in that position the entire time. I started to pound the boy. I felt my balls slapping against his smooth ass. “You feel those balls slapping against your ass, boy?” “Oh my gawd yes!” Colby started. Bucking. His ass against my cock, trying to drive it in even deeper. “That’s it, Colby. Ride daddy’s big dick. Show me how much you want it.” I reached down and grabbed a handful of his curly hair, pulling his head back. “Feel that man cock filling you.” “It’s so fucking good,” he whimpered. I pounded colby’s young ass. He whimpered, moaned, and even begged a few times for more. Like many others before him, colby had submitted himself to my addy cock. Whatever thoughts he had about setting expectations were gone. He was mine. I had control of the young stud. I pounded him long and hard in the pale light. I watched my cock working his hole. I started to feel the pressure inside building. “I’m getting close, boy. It’s almost time. For your breeding.” Colby said nothing; he just kept moaning. I grinned to myself. “That’s it, boy. That’s it. You’ve earned this.” Colby pushed his ass back onto my cock more vigorously. Instinctively he could feel what was coming next. He turned to look over his shoulder at me. “Yeah, boy. It’s coming. You know you want it!” Silently Colby rode me. The anticipation was tightening around us, and both our breathing was more labored. I was trying to hold back the fury in my balls, relishing the anticipation. Colby was desperate for what I was about to give him. Finally I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and I erupted. My load flooded Colby, drowning his insides. “Oh my fuck!” he yelled, seemingly feeling the rush inside him. My body was shaking with the release, and Colby shuddered knowing that he had taken his very first load. I leaned my upper body against his back, feeling the cool sweat on our skin. Colby’s breeding cherry was mine; he had my cum spreading side him, marking him as mine. He’d always remember his first breeding. Colby spent the night, rather than trying to pull himself together after the pounding he’d taken. Throughout the night I could feel Colby reach back and massage my big balls. Each time he did, my cock would swell again. I spent most of the night with a raging hard on. Colby would occasionally grind his ass against my dick, seeking reassurance that it was still there. It was still early morning when I felt aroused and energetic enough to do something about it. I rolled the half-asleep Colby onto his stomach, letting my body hover over his naked backside, my ample cock slowly move back and forth across his young ass. He stirred. Colby was waking up, realizing where he was and what he’d submitted to last night. I could see in his eyes he knew who I was, and was already plotting a surreptitious exit so no one would see him leaving the whore’s building. Now was the moment to act if he had any hope of escaping. “I should go — uhhhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhh!” My cock was deep inside him. His groans were instant and so gratifying. I felt all his power and determination to leave dissipate with those three long, deep thrusts. He unconsciously spread his legs wider to take my thrusting cock, his body craving more of me. I fucked him spread eagle on the bed, the grunts slightly muffled in the thick mattress. I flipped him onto his back, wanting him to see me at work. I could tell the seeds of regret were already implanted in his head. He would lie to his friends, hiding three truths. First, that he had been mounted by a notorious whore that they’d cautioned him about. Second, that he’d been bred for the very first time in his life by that same whore. And third — and perhaps the most damning truth — was that he had wanted it all so badly. Colby was again moaning like a little bitch, his long body draped across my bed in supplication. His green eyes were becoming more desperate, silently pleading for more but also to be released from his uncontrollable desire. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Please fuck me.” I had him where I wanted him. “You want more seed, don’t you boy?” Colby tried to resist answering. I could see the struggle in his face. He’d been conditioned to say no. He’d been taught not to do this. But he wanted it. He NEEDED it! “Please…..” was all he could muster. His face suddenly looked so young, so innocent. This was his first submission, and it both thrilled and terrified him. I’m sure I had a malicious grin on my face. His ankles in the palms of my hands, I spread his long legs wider, his knees even with his hips, opening his ass wider, and letting him take in the full view of my upper body dominating him. I started pounding his tender hole. He’d be sore tonight, jerking off to the memory of this moment. I locked eyes with his, silently communicating to him what was about to happen. He knew. I could see it in his eyes. The sound of my balls slamming. Against his young skin faded; I felt their heavy weight implode as my seed pulsed up through my cock. The boy felt it too; he held his breath in anticipation of it. I reached down and tightly squeezed his long cock in one hand. Colby gasped as the unexpected sensitive seized him. He felt my cock swell inside him for the second time. “Please….” He whispered again. Grabbing both his thighs I pumped into his buttery hole hard. My cock exploded inside him like a rocket, spewing my seed deep inside Colby’s hungry ass. He could feel it. “Oh fuck! Oh, fucking breed me!” he pleaded. “Oh fuck, yeah…. Give me that seed!” I kept pumping slowly, relishing the feeling of my thick cum lubricating my cock inside the youngster. I reached down and squeezed Colby’s cock again, giving it a hard tug. The boy was pushed over the threshold, his own load gushing across his smooth abs. Colby was panting from the exertion. So was I. I settled down on top of his naked body, enjoying the moment. I doubted he would be back anytime soon — I could see the seeds of shame in his eyes. At the very least, it would be awhile before he could admit this was what he wanted. He’d struggle with the question: if I was the cumdump for a notorious whore, what does that make me? He’d be desperate to make certain no one ever knew what he’d done in my loft. I came out of my reminiscence, walking past Colby in the bar. There were quite a few people here tonight, and I expect to see a few of my boys. And hopefully score a new one — maybe two. [If you’re enjoying this start to the story, let me know by tapping the blue heart or a message. A little encouragement goes a long way when writing these. Thanks!]

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...

Unless you are being coerced to have sex, you can stop. You are just choosing not to stop. It all really depends on how you weight things. Do you have good reason to think that your boyfriend would be fine with this? Do you think he might respond by breaking up? Is breaking up something you would be fine with? I am perfectly fine with having open relationships, if the people involved want these. They can work nicely. The big issue is that you need to be open about what you want: If you decide to do things unilaterally and to mislead your partner, to cheat, you are being quite unfair to them.

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[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.

27 years with my stud! We are sealed to each other like superglue. I guess it helps that we look at sex play with others as if we are playing sports! He'll comes home from the bathhouse and I'll ask how it went...He always says it was a "good game!"...lol!

If a bottom tells me not to cum in him, I will respect that, but will very likely try and talk him into letting me. However, I haven't had the occasion to discuss not cumming in someone (in either role) for quite a while.

I am married to a woman. She does not know I am a faggot cum dump taking loads from any horny guy. I love coming home with my ass full of cum and fucking her and filling her with my load

Love my Red 100's while fucking or getting sucked. Love a hot smoker redneck. Get on my knees everytime.

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

I guess the liberation from the HIV fear has a lot to do with that. When I got the diagnose I went completely off the rails for months - would go to the bath houses in Copenhagen 4-5 times weekly, frequenting the public toilets and restrooms daily, would find fuck partners on various chat forums etc. etc. On any given week I would take loads in my ass 15-20 times. After a while - 3-4 months - I started to relax a bit as bareback sex had taken over my life and was all I could think about. Over some weeks I got it down - a bit - to where the bareback sex could fit in with minor details like work, family etc.

Greetings friends! Here's another chapter in the saga of Paul, Blake, and Chris. The boys have some stuff to deal with (and no sex to get through in this chapter), but I think it sets them up to have an interesting time in the next installment. Because of the cliffhanger ending, I wanted to get this chapter out and have another one follow in a couple of days. As always, let me know what you think about where things are going. Happy reading! Chapter Five: A New Family Blake and I managed to fuck and fist our way through most of the rest of the break. I have to say, Blake was attentive to my needs in so many ways — He always made sure that I was feeling safe and comfortable, constantly brought me food and generally pampered me throughout our time together. We even went out one afternoon and went shopping at a specialty underwear store to get matching jockstraps. I didn’t want to tell him, but I have a major underwear fetish, and knowing that I had something we could match together was amazing. Plus, his ass looked insane perfectly cradled in the back straps. We may have eaten each other out in the fitting room of the store. (I guess we should have been quieter because the assistant smirked at us while ringing up our purchases.) I made Blake stay home the night before classes resumed so I could get some time preparing for the next semester and spend a few hours practicing. He agreed that he should probably attend to some things before he was back in classes and needed to put in a few hours swimming to stay in shape for the diving sessions he would have the next week. After getting in a few hours playing the organ and starting to organize my books and notebooks for classes the next morning, I went to knock on Chris’s door. He hadn’t been in touch at all during the break, and the few times that Blake and I had tried to see if he was back in his dorm room, there was no answer. I was starting to really worry. After giving my signature triple knock, I stood back and waited. After a few moments, I could hear some shuffling behind the door before it slowly creaked open. The room behind Chris was completely dark, and when he emerged from the shadows I involuntarily gasped. “Chris, what happened to you!?!?” Chris looked like he had been beaten. He had dark circles under both eyes, his hair was matted, he had a bruise on his neck and it seemed to continue under his loose-hanging teeshirt. He looked at me with heavily-lidded eyes and just gestured inside. As I walked in the room and the door swung shut behind me Chris started, “I would have called you but my mom smashed my phone.” I could hear his voice tremble. “It was awful. My parents don’t want me to ever go back home again.” I grabbed Chris and pulled him into a tight hug. In all the time that I had known Chris, I had never seen him look so dejected and depressed. “I’m here for you, Chris. Whatever you need that I can do to help, please let me know. I love you man.” I could feel his tears soaking into my sweater on my shoulder as I held onto his shuddering body. He continued to cry as I walked over to the couch and sat down. After half an hour of just holding him, he unsteadily sat up and began to apologize. “Shut it, I’m here for you and you’re my friend. Don’t apologize. And don’t feel like you need to talk about it if you don’t want to. I’m not going anywhere and there is nothing you can say that will lose me as a friend.” Chris gave me a watery grin and seemed to sigh with relief. We stayed together and put a movie on for the night. I didn’t want to leave Chris until I knew that he could get some sleep before classes in the morning. At about midnight he had dropped off and I carried him to his bed and tucked him in. I left him a note saying that I went home to sleep but would come by and wake him up in the morning in case he woke up in the middle of the night and felt lonely. When I made it back across the hall I sent a message to Blake: **Chris is in a bad way and I think he is going to need our help to get through things. Can we go out and do something as a group after classes?** I only had to wait for a few seconds before I got a response from Blake: **Yep, I will be ready for a bonding experience.** * * * * * I managed to wake up with enough time to get ready for school then get Chris ready for school as well. As I sent him trotting off to the Business School buildings with a muffin and a banana in his hands, I headed off to my first music theory class of the morning. Getting back into the swing of things with classes provided me some structure and went mostly well. I got chewed out by my piano professor for neglecting the instrument while I was on break, but otherwise it all went very well. I sent Blake text messages on and off during the day as we made plans to go out for pizza after he finished up his diving practice this afternoon. Collecting Chris first after I wrapped up a practice session, we walked down to the training complex for athletes in time to see Blake’s final dive of the night. I couldn’t get it out of my head how fucking gorgeous he was — his body so elegantly taut and bowed as he twirled through the air. Chris and I applauded as he swam over to the side of the pool and gave us a wave as he trotted off to the changing rooms. Turning to me Chris asked, “why are you both being so nice to me again?” “Well,” I responded, “I wanted to prove to you that we both care about you very deeply and are here if there is anything that we can do to help. You need to know that, and whatever ends up happening with your family, you have a family in us.” I could see tears forming at the corners of Chris’s eyes and I gave him a quick hug. “We’re going to have a great time tonight over pizza and get to all chat more deeply. I think it will be fun.” With a smile and a quick nod, Chris agreed and we walked toward the exit of the locker room to wait for Blake. After only a few minutes, Blake emerged from the locker room with still-damp hair, but looking remarkably put together with his kit bag slung over his shoulder. “Come on boys, my car is right outside.” We all piled into his car and drove the ten minutes to a quiet pizza shop in a strip mall on the outskirts of the campus area. As we jumped out of the car, I could tell that Blake had some kind of hidden agenda — I only hoped that he would be able to keep things from getting too out of hand tonight. . . We plonked down at a booth and ordered a couple of pizzas to split between the three of us. Chris opened up about how his parents had kicked him out right before Christmas and he bounced around with a few friends back home before he managed to get a ride back to school. He seemed to be handling things better than he had before, but I could tell that he was still raw from his treatment over the break. Eventually we switched subjects to how our breaks went. Blake and I looked at each other before Blake leaned in and whispered, “Paul managed to take my fist every night for two weeks.” Chris’s eyes widened, “he just needs an excuse to top more often and he’ll be growing into an ideal pig, don’t you think?” I could tell Chris was fascinated — for the first time since I saw him last night I saw a glimmer of his old self come rushing back to his eyes. “God, I want to see that sometime.” Blake leaned back in the booth, “we can definitely make that happen, but we have to get through a few things first.” The food started arriving at the table and we spent a few minutes burning the roofs of our mouths with molten cheese before Blake piped up, “don’t eat too much, we actually have an appointment in a few minutes.” I started a bit. An appointment? What the hell was Blake thinking? Blake must have sensed my curiosity because he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “you’ll need to pay for this pizza, but I am paying for the next part of this night. Seems only fitting as I am the one who started this family.” My eyes flew open in disbelief. Blake’s face gave nothing away as he reached for another slice. By the end of the meal we had done some damage to the two pizzas and had some leftovers that we could all have some for lunch tomorrow. I settled up with the waiter and we made our exit outside. I started walking toward the car when Blake called, “Paul, where are you going?” I turned around and he gestured me back to the sidewalk. “We’ve got somewhere else to go first.” Blake grabbed Chris’s shoulder in a side bro hug and steered him past the dark windows of the closed shops. I followed in their wake wondering what Blake had planned. We stopped in front of a blacked out storefront with no sign or indication that the space was occupied at all. Blake looked back and grinned at me before he knocked. The sound of a lock clicking interrupted the otherwise quiet night before a beautiful face appeared in a crack in the door. “What do you boys want?” asked the beautiful boy. “I made an appointment for the three of us tonight.” The gorgeous man opened the door and we stepped into a beautiful lobby area. All the couches were modern and white, lots of gleaming chrome and healthy potted plants. There didn’t seem to be a receptionist, just walls of what appeared to be photo albums and a mahogany door set into the wall opposite the entrance. “Hi, I’m Aiden.” This gorgeous twenty-something stuck out his hand in my direction. If there was someone that I couldn’t get enough of, it might be Aiden. He was at least 6’6” and boyish. He wore a smock over a button down shirt and had beautifully trendy black hair. His ears and his septum were pierced, but not looking too intimidating. His muscles kept the fabric of his shirt taut without him looking like a juiced up athlete. I pulled myself out of a stupor and grabbed his hand. It was surprisingly soft considering that it looked like he spent plenty of time in the gym. He gestured for us all to sit on the couches. “Welcome to my boutique. What can I do for you today?” Blake looked more excited than I had seen him since the first time my ass swallowed his whole hand. “We’re here for a package deal.” “Right,” Aiden replied. “You’re all over 18 correct?” We all nodded. “Before we get started, I want to give you some background. I graduated school with a degree in art and founded this right after I finished. It is a private service, so I survive off referal business only. So when someone asks you about where you went, you send them my way, yes?” We all nodded again. I could feel the adrenaline start to rise. “All my work can be seen in these books,” he gestured around the walls, “and you’re going to be entering those pages, too. I will refuse to work on anyone that doesn’t meet my standards. After all, I am an artist.” Aiden removed the smock exposing his tightly-buttoned shirt and smartly pressed pants. “Blake had mentioned you would be here a few times for various things, and I think we can definitely make some progress here.” I was mesmerized by this gorgeous man as I saw his bulge start to grow. “My calling card is my body,” he started slowly removing his shirt, button by button, “and you’ll gaze on it as we work.” Starting with his collarbone, his entire body was slowly revealed. There wasn’t a stray hair to be seen, his smooth skin pulled tight over his muscles. It served as a canvas for the most incredible full-body tattoo I had ever seen. Symbols, words, and tribal motifs were intertwined with beautiful animals and lewd sketches of men. His nipples were both pierced with severe-looking barbells, and his Adonis belt V led below his pant line, drawing the eyes to his bulge. “I can see you’re all enchanted by my work. Let’s go to the back and get started.” We all stood up and followed Aiden to the door in the back wall. His tattoos abruptly stopped at his back, which was covered in what looked like tiny little lines. I brushed that aside as soon as he opened the door. . .

I am pretty sure I know when I was pozzed and by who. I was at the baths the last Friday of November last year. This was the only time I have played between testing neg in October and poz at the end of January. I saw a guy with a scorpion tattoo while walking around. At little later I went into one of the dark rooms and laid out on one of the fuck benches. I took three loads. I got up and followed the third guy out. In the light I saw it was the guy with the scorpion tattoo. I didn’t know for sure I was pozzed until my last test. Since I found out that I was poz, I have replayed what happened in my head several times. About a minute after the second guy pulled out I felt a hand on my ass and then felt his cock push in. All he said is he loved a sloppy hole. He fucked really good. I new he was getting close because his strokes shortened and he speed up. Then he push deep in a moaned. After a few follow up thrusts he pulled out and we both got up. The event itself was no different than any other fuck. In my mind now I replay the last few seconds of being neg. I wish I would have known before it was him as it would have made the moment even more intense.

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.

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?

As the two imps tiptoed down the hall they came to a stop at the edge of the bedroom door. Inside max laid snoring in the bed, his prick still lewly protruding from his boxers, rock hard and resting against him. "i made him fuck me last night" Oliver whispered. "god that cock is beautiful" Trey swooned as he gently fingered his hard cock. oliver snuck a digit into his own dripping pussy and sucked the warm cum from it. Max needed to learn to accept the fact that his big cock was meant to fuck. As the two boys approached the bed, trey reached to the nightstand and gently took Max's phone. "whos this?" Trey flashed the screen to Oliver who sneered, "boyfriend." Trey looked quizically at the phone for a moment before a grin appeared on his face. "Maybe maxie needs some motivation?" Trey whispered, as he gently pressed the phone against the slumbering boys thumb and opened the camera. "suck him" Trey hissed, and aiming the camera made sure to snap several lovely shots of max's thick veiny cock at the tip off Olivers grinning lips, as it passed into his silky mouth, and as the boy greedily gulped the throbbing meat all the way into his throat. As Oliver rose from the boys glistening hard prick with a satisfied gasp, Max's eyes fluttered open to greet Ollies warm smile and drool soaked lips. "what the fuck" Max groaned, scooting up the bed and batting the boys small hand from his dripping meat. "what time is it?" Max made no attempt to rationalize the appearance of the two hairless twinks in his room, only to find a cool bottle of OJ to slake his perishing thirst which he ravenously took hold of. "time to fuck" Trey remarked calmly. looking at the boys he paused between gulps. "are you two still high?" the boys just snickered as they watched Max finish the drink and glance about the room. "where are my pants..." he grumbled. "you can have them back after we..ya know...fuck some more" Ollie looked up at Max from the bed as he arched his back. "or we can send these to..." Trey presented the screen to Max. "Danny!" Oliver chimed. "right. besides, are you sure you dont feel like a little fun right now?" Trey watched max ruminated over the situation and the molly laced juice went to work. "look at it max, just as pretty and pink and thirsty as the last time you emptied those big balls in it. come on, nobodys gonna know." Oliver gently winked his hole, reaching back to spread himself as he moved to the edge of the bed. Trey peeled the thick foreskin back from max's dong and slowly stroked. Max shuffled to the boy and as trey guided his thick meaty cockhead to press against Olivers soft wet hole, his lips parted in a sigh. "I know, right max? feel how hot and soft it is? Ollies been taking huge cocks..." Trey began swabbing the heavy prick up and down. "just like this one every day. big bareback pricks..." trey watchedd as max panted and precum oozed from his piss slit. "his bodys made for it now. every warm little inch of that hole only does one thing. it makes big cocks shoot." Trey gently laid the rock hard head to rest at the edge of ollivers perfect poz ring and placed a hand on max's lower back. "push it in now max, you cant fight it. thats just what having a real big cock is about. you gotta fuck." Trey watched max evolve from doting boyfriend to carnal dominant fuck pig, just as he had anticipated. Even his own pretty boy pussy was a sand trap for the most reluctant tops awkwardly fumbling for a condom. Trey always thought it was the lips of his hole that did all the talking, slowly convincing and encouraging a gently push. "once the heads in, theyre all in" trey thought as he watched ollies skilled hole flex and milk max to a low groaning orgasm. as the last few drops of Max's precious essence flowed into olivers poz guts, Trey had an idea. "flip over on your back Ollie" Trey chirped. Ollie looked up at the ceiling panting, his legs draped over Max's muscular thighs as Trey knelt behind him and reached around to gently massage Max's slippery cum soaked balls, quietly rocking against him to coat max's fuzzy boy hole in a warm stream of his own slippery precum. After a few minutes of careful licking, kissing and fondling Trey had in his hands a fully erect cock. Trey had spent years wringing every drop from his tops, and max was no different. Keep them focused on their cocks, and youll keep the cum flowing. Trey smiled as he watched max hungrily dive back into Oliver without a second thought. Trey fisted his own hard five inches and gently pressed himself against Max, his cock gliding between the boys thrusting cheeks and dancing along his warm hole. Like a frog in water Max slowly and obliviously impaled himself onto more and more of treys cock with each thrust. "youre doin great max, keep fucking that hot ass" Trey encouraged as he leaned back to watch a full half of his leaky prick vanish over and over into the man. "oh fuck im gonna cum" Max panted. "Make him cum ollie" Trey gasped, "make him milk me." Trey pulled himself close to Max and slid every inch into him as the sweat soaked top slammed deep into oliver, flooding his guts with more hot raw cum. "so good" Trey moaned softly as Max's hole drank every last drop of poz cream the boy could give.

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...

i was pozzed at the first time i got tricked to bb and took very fertile semens from a straight stud! Met a visitor on CL years ago, a hot role play turned him so horny and precum so much that I actually thought he cum but he hasnt. first time he insert the head in, he released a soft moan in pleasure and immediately apologize and pulled out. few time of such teasing, i was hoping he will push in and he did. no conversation at all and the first thing he said was whispering on my ear that he's getting close. He was just a second so close as he stopped fucking me immediately and last thing he said was "fuck"... I felt his first stream of cumshot in me. no bb for me until i got my result so I knew who converted me. I took 2 bare cocks few days later and after that, i dont buy condoms anymore :-)

I too got my nipples pierced. I also got the largest gage I could get. Mine are hard wired also but not to my dick. I think I may have taken them out for a man as well. They have closed up and I have not gotten them re done. I also Had the same reaction when the man that would eventually convert me told me that he was poz. I didn’t hear anything he said after. I just kept thinking.....I have been sucking this mans dick for a few months at that point. I was scared and ineducated at that time. I feel that the decision to convert is similar to the decision to come out. It is personal and comes with time.

He started to slide his cock deliciously in and out of me, taking his time as he enjoyed the feel of my cummy arsehole around his cock. "Mmmm....darling!" he gasped. " you have a sexy pussy!" The other man got off the sofa and headed out. "See you two lovebirds later!" He laughed. "Knock him up good, Terry!" Terry chuckled as the man left and whispered in my ear. " Is that what you want, baby? Do you want daddy's nasty sperm in you? Do you want my baby?" I was gasping with pleasure as I knelt on the old sofa, arse up, being fucked by this sagging old man. But his cock felt so good, and I was so high with the sleaziiness of it, I could only nod my head and say "Yes...breed me!" He sighed happily. "Good boy!." Then he thrust faster in and out until his cock was like a rod of iron in me "Here it comes!" He gasped and I felt his cock throb and throb, knowing with each contraction his toxic sperm was spurting into me. After a few moments, he stopped moving and lay heavily on my back. I could feel his ribs and his heart pounding. "Oh yes...you're all wet with my spunk now. Let's give it a chance to take, shall we?" He lay on me like an old pig. It was quiet and still as the others had left, and I could hear the clock ticking and smell the body odour on the sofa back beneath my chin. Eventually, his cock softened to the point where my hole expelled it with a soft hiss and he got heavily to his feet and slapped my bum. "There you go, son. Hope you enjoyed getting pregnant with me. See you later" Then he was gone and I was alone in that filthy room, sperm dripping out of me, wondering what the hell I'd done. And yet, my cock was rock hard and I was as excited as I've ever been. There was a noise in the door way and the thin, veiny man called Arthur who'd used me to get off came in and gave a dirty laugh. "Fuckin' hell! Look at you!" He laughed as I got to my feet, erection standing out with a drool of pre-cum hanging from the tip. "Bet you didn't expect this, did yer? Bet you didn't plan to go home well and truly pozzed?" I shook my head and blushed, "I'm so ashamed of myself, I shouldn't have done it" I said. But my hard-on showed a different story and he just leered at me "I think you knew what you were doing. You're just a filthy bastard like the rest of us." He turned, knelt on the sofa and spread his sagging, wrinkled buttocks revealing a puffy, slack brown hole glistening with lube. "C'mon," He said. "Give me your last neg load. This is what your arse is going to look like one day" He wriggled it obscenely at me. I couldn't resist. My heart was pounding and I knew now what I was. I got behind him, pressed my cock into his puffy lips and slid up him as Bill appeared again with his rubbish bag to empty the bin. He watched me fucking the wasted old body for a minute or two, then came and slipped his hand under my buttocks and squeezed my balls and fingered my cock were it entered the slimey hole. "That's it" He said. " Don't be shy. Shoot up him like his wants." He suddenly thrust his forefinger into Arthur along side my cock and I gasped with pleasure, feeling the orgasm approaching "C...cumimg! I gasped "Ooh, lovely! I can feel it shooting around my finger" Arthur was laughing as he took my load "Git your fucking finger out you dirty sod!" Bill did what he was told and winked at me as he licked the cum and juices from his forefinger. "Nice. " He said. " Sweet. And your last neg load. I know they've all fucked you. Welcome to our little club!"

Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.

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

No further word from cuntboi... his last login was just a few months after he posted about his decision to let it all go. I have to imagine he finally did completely self-destruct and his life was snuffed out, either actively or passively. I hope he enjoyed himself along the way but I can't help but be sad about all the wasted years that he might have enjoyed on the future. You can be a total cumslut and keep the ride going for years -- in a spirit of joyful abandon rather than self-destruction. Seems a shame to burn out so quickly.

Chapter 2, Cry Wolf: Four days after I loaded up my golden goose Edmund with my charged load, relieved him of his gold Rolex, and secured a kick ass paying job to babysit some little shit who was the age of a man, but trapped in a wild child’s body, I was sitting on the Metro on my way to downtown DC to meet Edmund’s factor. Basically ‘factor’ was a fancy name for the dude who pays the bills or something. I didn’t really care as long as I got what I was promised. Most folks would be worried that the dude would have backed out or not meant what he said when my long black snake was buried to the hilt up his willing ass. Well, not me. My goose would do anything to keep me around and dealing with his fucked up stepson was just a bonus. Now, must hustlas can’t see the forest for the trees. Not me. I didn’t get to be Master Sergeant by being stupid, short sighted, or a man without vision. I planned to see this play out for the long game and as I looked at my reflection in the Metro window, the glint of gold on my wrist, I nodded and smiled with satisfaction knowing I was on my way. Edmund asked me several times before he left the motel if I would fuck him again if I took the job, and I assured him I would. Hell, the kid may be setting me on the right path, but the goose – fuck – this was a hustle that would take me to the end zone and set me up for a good fucking long time. Yeah my dick was big, I was hot and knew it, and I could get any piece of ass or pussy I wanted all day long. Does that shit pay the bills though? No. Better to use my charms and focus on the big pay day and then be done with it. Speaking of charms, my 10.5 incher was pulsing with need as I had not busted a load since the last one shot up Edmund’s ass four days ago. I planned to make today a day the kid would remember – the day he met MASTER SERGEANT MAURICE LECLAIRE – UNITED STATES MARINE AND ALL AROUND TOP DAWG AND BITCH USER AND ABUSER. Edmund had said the kid was 100% straight, although the wife didn’t think he was sexual at all – too fucked up on drugs, too clueless, and too stupid to care one way or the other. He was a kid with intense passions for what his rich life could offer and I could relate. My passions and wants ran high too, but I was a Marine and I fucking controlled mine, and he would too before I was done with him. I also knew that before the day was done I would: - split his man pussy wide open - POZ his cherry hole - Make him beg for my horse dick - Pad my wallet, drain my balls, and get my freak on - Show him how a stone-cold-Top rolls Hmmm. So many options. - I could just beat the fuck out of the kid and rape him - I could drug him and knock him out and then breed him - I could tie him up and take my time, tease him before I dig him out - Or I could put the fear of Master Sergeant into him and scare the fuck out of him so that he saw me as his best hope Maybe all of the above. Blaze and Breed and Eat, Beat, and Skeet. I exited the Metro, tugged my saggy jeans up just a bit, not too much though as I enjoyed the stares I got when folks noticed my glutes flexing through the thin cotton of my trunks. With my baseball cap tilted to the left and my old-school baseball jacket on, I entered the fancy building on K Street and made my way to the 11th floor and entered by the sign of 7 names beside the door – Johnson, Cobson, Johnson, Morrow, Turner, Boyton and Turner. The receptionist wet herself a little as I walked in and smoothed my introduction. Maybe some other time I’d have banged her in the john just for the hell of it and given her a gift to take home to the hubby, but not today. Today was business. I had barely sat down and flipped open some magazine when an old man with white hair, silver wire framed glasses and slight limp came around the corner, extended his hand, and said as a statement of fact, “Mr. LeClaire.” I followed the factor – whichever of the 7 he was – back into his corner office. He offered me a seat, made his way behind his large oak desk, shuffled some papers and as he looked at me he noticed the gold Rolex prominently on my wrist. “You have exquisite taste,” he complimented me, “and I do believe Mr. Edmund has a watch similar to that.” I nodded my thanks, my dick shifted, I chuckled on the inside – if he only knew. Now down to business. The factor continued, “Edmund and his wife have gone on holiday. Vacation. I believe he discussed a weekend away or something with you, but in light of recent – shall we say turmoil with the young Mister and your impending arrival – he felt it best they extend this trip by a few weeks at least if that would be agreeable?” Like I gave a fuck. The deal was I would handle the kid my way, my rules, my limits so whether my goose was around or not did not matter beyond some extra benefits flowing my way. No worries. He’d make it up to me, I’d make sure of that. Hearing no objection the factor continued, “As agreed, you will have a vehicle provided. Here are the keys. I believe you will find it to your liking. It is a 2016 Escalade Platinum, with Red Passion paint, 22" 6-spoke chrome wheels, power seats, window shades, tinted windows, the works.” I smiled, nodded, picturing the $110,000+ price tag, and he continued as he handed me a large, thick envelope, “This contains $5,000 cash for minor expenses and a black card for anything else you may need. Please keep all receipts as possible. There is a list of contact numbers including mine, our private detective’s if you need law enforcement support, the family physician’s, directions to the home, a key to the main house and the guest house where the young Mister lives. Staff from the main house can provide you whatever you may need. The young Mister is NOT allowed into the main house – period. He is not allowed to drive having wrecked more than one car, including his mother’s beloved convertible just this week. All of the other details are in there as well. Background on his rehab and more. In closing, I must state I find this whole enterprise somewhat unorthodox, but given the trouble this child has cause, the pain the family has experienced, and the resources and efforts put towards setting him right with no success by myself and others…well…I just wish you luck. Finally, I will need your signature on these non-disclosure agreements and your employment contract, and your fingerprints here. Of course your Marine Corps/Department of Defense file has been thoroughly checked and vetted and the fingerprints are only so we can provide you a personalized security access card for the estate.” The brand new Escalade was waiting for me when I got down stairs, as was a sweet-assed little valet who I would have guided to the closest stairwell and jumped on his ass under other circumstances. Man my dick was throbbing. I had not gone this long without blowing my POZ wadd in ass and pussy for years, so time to get this show on the road. The V8 revved, the tunes cranked up, my fat blunt was smoking. I threw my duffel in the back, and Tops was on a mission. I took a few minutes to scan the kid’s file and noted several interesting things such as his preference for certain drugs as well as his habit of calling anybody and everybody with some crisis of the day and pleading for help, then treating them like dog shit and not understanding why they get upset when there is no crisis. I made a quick detour and stopped at my dealer’s house for some supplies. While I was sure the kid would have his own stash, I needed something special and knew my dealer could provide it. He was disappointed when I passed on puffing his pussy out with my dick, but perked right up when I told him I had some big, new business coming his way. My next stop was at the home improvement store for a few more essentials. About 45 minutes later I pulled into a large estate in Loudon County, Virginia – rich man’s country. I was stopped at the main gate by two guards. I parked, walked with them them into the gate house, which was fucking bigger than my own place, and introduced myself. We were joined by two others who just got back from patrol. As a group, they all had nothing good to say about the kid and had horror stories galore to share. They were all former Armed Service members, so I had an easy rapport with my brothers in arms and as a parting gift left a bursting bag of weed for them to share how they wished. I swiped my security card at the gate and proceeded onto the estate. I parked in front of the main house – not one of those McMansions, but a true, old time, fancy-ass, M-A-N-S-I-O-N - and was met at the front door by a maid in one of those black and white little dresses who escorted me through, out the back, and pointed down the hill to the right to the guest house. That’s where the kid was holding court although from where I was standing it sounded like a rave was in full swing. I strode down the Hill and without knocking, opened the door and walked in. The music was extreme, and I was taken aback by the filth, mess, and general destruction. I dropped my bag, wandered around a little, and found 5 young adults in the movie room all smoking pipes packed with weed. I knew which kid was my target from the file and in two strides I had grabbed two of the others and threw them towards the door. Yelps of pain, surprise, and broken highs filled the room. In 2 minutes flat the place was empty of guests and the kid was pacing back and forth like a cocky son of a bitch, screaming at me, asking who the hell I thought I was, that I better watch out as he did not give a fuck what his parents wanted, on and on and on. Mid-rant one of the maids walked in weighed down by a tray full of food and liquor. The kid ran at her, knocked the tray out her arms, and started to scream at her and than swung to slap her. Well, you don’t hit a lady so I decked him. Flat out. Cold cocked. Little shit’s eyes rolled back and he dropped. Now don’t get all worried. I mean yeah I could kill a man with my bare hands. This was just a tap. A little something to get his attention. The maid clasped her hands over her mouth as she cried out, her eyes wide, but she quickly calmed down as I pulled out a stack of hundreds, peeled several off, patted her on the arm when I asked if she was ok, and told her to work up at the big house for the next two weeks. She smiled, laughed a little giggle, looked at the slumped form of the kid on the floor, spit his way in disgust, then thanked me and left. As I closed the door behind her, I locked it and took a few seconds to reset the security codes on the main panel. Time for a little privacy. The kid started to come around and groaned as I hefted him up and tossed him over my left shoulder and with my bags in my right hand, I carried him and my supplies up the grand stairs to the largest and messiest bedroom – his. I dropped my bags on the floor, tossed his sorry ass on the bed, pulled a chair over from the other side of the room, grabbed one of the many ashtrays lying about and pulled out an extra big spliff and sparked up. A big man like me needs a big smoke and as I let the smoke laze out, I took a moment to scope out the kid. He was average height, skinny with his ribs sticking out, bony legs, but a plump little ass from what I could tell through the pair of briefs he had on – dirty briefs at that with piss stains on the front. His momma must have some sista DNA in her someplace and when I thought about pulling those cheeks apart and sliding in, my dick jumped begging to be set loose. I chuckled, patted it down, assuring my monster he would get to bite off all he could chew in a few. I tapped some ashes into a glass on the floor, the kid rolled over, grabbed his head, rubbed his hands through his long and girly hair, gently touched his chin to make sure it was not broken, groaned and started to push off the bed when he laid his eyes on me and froze. Yeah that’s the look. The fucking fear of their black god! Fear was quickly replaced with arrogance and a mouth as the kid started to rant, rave, and scream like a toddler, “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMING INTO MY HOUSE – MY HOUSE AND …AND…ASSAULTING ME! YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? WHAT I WILL HAVE DONE TO YOU FOR THIS? I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT MY SOW COW OF A MOTHER THINKS - OR HER LITTLE SQUIRREL HUSBAND.” On and on he went, screaming like a banshee. He trotted over to a table between two chairs, rummaged around, picked up a phone and dialed. He then yelled through the phone, “GET YOUR SORRY ASSES UP HERE NOW! THERE’S AN INTRUDER IN MY HOUSE…YES A FUCKING INTRUDER ARE YOU DEAF OR JUST STUPID? AND CALL THE COPS, I WANT TO PRESS CHARGES…JUST DO IT…FUCK ALRIGHT HE HIT ME…WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU …YOU’RE LAUGHING!” The phone went flying, glass shattered, spittle flew from his mouth as the kid raged on. He rummaged around again and found another phone, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WON’T SPEAK WITH ME? HE WORKS FOR US – YOU’RE WHOLE FUCKING FIRM WORKS FOR US! I WANT TO SPEAK WITH HIM RIGHT N……!” This time a lamp got tossed and a chair pushed. Third time’s the charm right? Wrong. “YOU NEED TO GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT’S WRONG? BECAUSE I SAID SO…..BUT...BUT...,” and then in a voice that mellowed and was layered in falsehood, “BUT GRANDPA I NEED YOU…” This time the phone barely missed the window. The kid then stomped up right in front of me and screamed, “I DON’T NEED SOME LOW CLASS STREET URCHIN WHO THINKS THAT $5 SKUNK WEED IS GOOD SHIT TO…….” The words died on his lips. I had dropped my still smoking blunt in the glass, stood up to full height and puffed out my chest as I calmly took my jacket off, my hat, kicked my Timberlands off with a loud CLANG as they hit the bed frame, and pulled my low riders down showing the massive outline of my now raging dick. You don’t disrespect me and you don’t disrespect my 420. While I had been leaning towards the more lenient options available, his little mouth just bought him a world of hurt and made the decision for me. Time to go all sniper on his lilly-white ass and shoot some mega bullets. I move shockingly fast for a big man and before the dumb fuck knew what was coming I had him on the bed, flipped him onto his stomach, ripped his dirty white shorts right off his pale body, and dry jammed two fingers into his virgin territory. This pussy’s tail was caught in the door for sure the way he screamed and every decibel higher he went, the more my long, black dick streamed my Mandingo oil ready for action. My nails and fingers were creating new pathways of destruction as I ravaged that little pussy. I could tell from the get go I would not be able to just mount him like I did my golden goose, the kid was too fucking tight, but a little prep and his hole would open up – they always do one way or the other. I was also surprised at how strong he was. Amidst the skin and bones was the foundation of lean, powerful muscles. Hmm…. The initial shock had started to fade as I continued digging at his hole and the punk went from shock to quickly sliding down the slippery slope of the 5 stages of dealing with loss – the loss of his cherry. 1. Denial – spit slathered his pillow as he kept trying to shake his head and mumbled how this could not be happening. 2. Anger – Once again the kid started raving about how I would pay for this, didn’t I know who his family was, how he would make sure I was sent to jail for a very long time, and on and on. 3. Bargaining – Next came the bribes, the offers, the search for a way out and off the three fingers I now had shredding his ass. He had money, he had jewelry, he could get me the keys to his parent’s Rolls, he could…he could…. Blah blah blah. Little shit didn’t understand this was about the big game and right now the only payment on the table was cherry cheese cake. 4. Depression – I smiled at the nice red stain from his bruised cherry as the kid now got all quiet. Not even a sob. His mind was dealing with the loss of his virginity. Mourning the fact that he would never be his own man again. Sad about the things he held dear – in the far reaches of his mind – thought he might do, or be, or have one day. That was all gone now. There were a few tears, whimpers, a couple of body wracking sobs. 5. Acceptance – My fingers piston fucked, dug, tickled, and stretched his ass ring and the deeper I got, the more his body took over from his mind. He knew now. Knew there was no stopping, no going back, and that something deep inside of him, some primal need, desire, want, was emerging and as he let go to take the ride his dick swelled under him, his ass ring relaxed, and his body stopped fighting. Now I have no problem taking what I want by force, but when I pulled my wet fingers out of his ass and flipped him onto his back and looked into his eyes I knew there would be no need. You can’t rape the willing and they are all willing to take my monster black dick. They might not be able to say the words, but the look in their eyes tells me they need it, desire it, have to have it more than anything else in the world. I flipped the kid back over, he was sweating and shaking now like he needed a fix. My venom infused dick would blow his fucking mind, mark his body and his soul, and send him higher than he ever imagined. I grabbed his right ankle, then his left, and lifted his legs up and back like a fucking Butterball Turkey. I split his trembling hole a few more times with my nails, took one leg in each hand, scooted in against his elevated hips, and splayed his legs out. My dick ooze sizzled against his flesh as I nuzzled it against his waiting man pussy and the kid’s eyes grew wide, his mouth opened, and his lips moved in wordless agony as I broke his ass ring open and started to slide in. I bent my head and streamed a line of spit to the little cave that opened in his ass right where my dick was going in. Twice more, a few pumps, and I had the right mix of friction to wet, skin to skin, and his deep cherry sauce. The kid’s voicebox started working again and he wailed intelligible words. I know he was asking for it deeper and to make it hurt. So I did. I jammed his ass harder. His little muscles throughout his body clenched in a fit. I went deeper and his eyes rolled back with only the bloodshot whites showing between the fluttering lids. I tilted his whole body towards my right side and scraped his gut walls as I bottomed out and his chest heaved in rapid rhythm. I swung his legs back and scraped the other side. His feet were almost by his ears now as I forced his hole to open for me and his groans of pain and ecstasy urged me on as I angled up and dropped down his chute, rocked back and forth, and then started using my 8-pack to wave fuck, sending a tidal crush of sensations spreading out through his wrecked cunt. Once I knew we were united in flesh, bodily fluids, and lust and desire, I stopped. I eased back until just the tip of my head was being held in his ass by his spasming ring. I looked down at the taught and stretched hole streaked in red and spit, then looked back up as his eyes flashed fully open and with utmost clarity and tears streaming down the sides of his face he begged, “DON’T STOP, OH FUCKING GOD DON’T STOP, PLEASE PUSH IT BACK IN, PLEASE, OH FUCK PLEASE, I NEED….” I love to hear pussy praise my dick and the hunger on his face and the tearing of his hands at my arms trying to pull me closer affirmed that he had just found a new drug of choice – but this one had toxic side effects far harsher than any buzz he had ever known. Time for his lessons. For someone who was used to getting his way, the kid gasped in shock and surprise as I ignored his pleas, yanked my dick free, and climbed off the bed. I sat in the chair, pulled out a new joint, lit it, and as the smoke settled around my rock-hard dick the kid was beside himself. “Come on man. What the fuck you here for? You work for me now. I…I… demand you get back over here and do….well…I… keep doing what we were doing…I...oh fuck I need a smoke, mind if I hit it?” There was so much wrong with what he just said, but to tease the little shit I reached down, stroked my monster dick twice, spit at it and right on target slicked up the head. I looked back at the kid who was mesmerized – all else forgotten. Not so fast though. Back into my bag of goodies I went, and handed him a special smoke. This was some special shit I had my dealer roll up just for him. The kid thought it was just weed, but I had it laced with heroin for an extra kick and fuck-you-motha-fucka! The kid greedily took it, sat on the edge of the bed and squirmed around a bit as his tender hole made it hard to stay still. I kept working on my own spliff as he lit up and went to town and with the first bit of common sense he showed, he kept quiet and let me smoke in peace. His file said he had never done smack before, he was mostly a pills kid – Molly, uppers, downers, Oxy, whatever - along with weed. I planned to change that with a dual track of addiction – my POZ cum and dick and the other black tar. It wasn’t long before the kid stood up unsteadily, grabbed his stomach, and swayed back and forth. I snatched the smoke from his hand just as he ran to the bathroom and puked his guts out. Yeah that shit’s a bitch. A few more wretches and then the kid walked back into the bedroom with a liquor bottle in his hand thinking that would help. I was ready. I took the bottle, set it by the chair, reached into my bag and pulled out a leather collar connected to two long lengths of chain. I quickly wrapped the collar around his neck and fastened it tight, pushing his Adam’s apple back. I then grabbed a handful of hair, dragged him towards the bed, threw him down, and as he tried to climb away from me I got up on the bed behind him and aimed my black missile right for his moist hole. I grabbed his hips and slammed in. The kid arched his back, cried out, then curled up in a defensive pose that was just perfect! I looped my hands under his arms and up onto the front of his shoulders and pulled him back onto my invading shaft. I pressed his body in half as I started digging him out, pistoning his pussy, making it scarlet red, sore, and torturing his hole. I pulled back and slammed the cunt I now owned as he was cradled by his black god, and explained a few things with every brutal thrust: - YOUR PARENTS DON’T THINK YOU ARE WORTH SAVING. I DO. - YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS MASTER SERGEANT, SIR, OR DADDY. ANYTHING ELSE AND YOU WILL GET WHIPPED. - YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY, WHEN I SAY IT, AND ANY TALK BACK WILL BE HARSHLY DEALT WITH. - IF YOU OBEY, YOU WILL BE REWARDED. IF YOU DON’T, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED. - THAT PUSSY IS MINE TO FUCK WHEN I WANT, AND HOW I WANT. - YOUR LIFE IS GOING TO CHANGE AND IF YOU LIVE AND ACT LIKE A FUCKING ANIMAL, YOU ARE GOING TO GET FUCKED AND TREATED LIKE ONE. - YOU WILL THANK ME FOR GIVING YOU THIS BIG DAWG DICK, YOU WILL WORSHIP IT, AND YOU WILL BEG ME FOR ME. The entire time I was assaulting his ass he was crying like a stuck pig, but I knew he loved it and wanted more, so I gave it to him to the rhythmic chant of LITTLE PIG, LITTLE PIG, LET ME IN! I wrapped the two chains that hung from his neck collar tight around my fists with enough give for me to guide the pig where I wanted him to go and then I FUCKED HIM INTO SUBMISSION. I fucked that little piggy all the way to the market, back home, stuffed him with roast beef and planned to top it off with my chowder. A good hour later his hole was primed and ready and it was time to mark his ass with my AIDs cum and forever bind him to me even after I had bled him and his family dry for everything I could. I wanted him to feel the full force of my breeding so I pulled him to the edge of the bed, bent him over, and long dicked him to an inch of his life and I tore his hole four-ways-to-Sunday. FUCK I LOVE THE HEAT THAT ROLLS OUT OF A GAPED ASS READY FOR MY SEED AND I PICKED UP THE PACE, SEEING THE FINISH LINE OF THIS HUMP, AND THE WEIGHT OF MY BALLS WAS READY TO UNLOAD AND SO I GAVE IT TO HIM. DAYS’ WORTH OF VIRAL SEED STREAMED INTO VIRGIN TERRITORY AND SPIRALED INTO HIS GUT WALLS AND RODE THE SURGE OF HIS BLOODSTREAM DEEPER INTO HIS BODY. MASTER SERGEANT SHOOTS TO KILL AND THIS TIME WAS NO DIFFERENT. Here’s the moral of the story kids. When you act like an ass, and you cry wolf, one of these days a real big bad dawg is going to come along and make you realize that the entire time you were really just the pig and not a fucking soul is going to step up to stop you from getting what you deserve. TRUST MASTER SERGEANT - THERE ARE MANY WAYS TO CONDEMN A MAN TO DEATH. Stay tuned for B.R.A.T. (Bitch Ready And Turned-out) – Chapter 3, Chastity Slut.