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Part 12: Will Meets the Third Member “You’re back,” Dominic exclaimed. He was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a jock strap. It was good to see him. It was good to see so much of him. “One of these days, you’re going to open your door like that, and it’s going to be a scout selling cookies,” I told him. “Until then, get in here. I’ve got a surprise for you.” “I’ve got one for you,” I told him. “Is it about your brother?” I nodded. “What happened?” “I fucked him a few times,” I told him, noticing his hand reaching down and fondling his jock which was straining to hold his cock. “I tried to wear a condom so I didn’t poz him.” Dominic shivered, sticking out his tongue. “I hate even hearing the word ‘condom.’” “Well, he took one and poked holes in it so it would rip.” Dominic’s hand stopped moving, his dick shooting straight out at me, a bead of precum flying out and landing on the front of my pants. “He stealthed you?” “Not like you did,” I said, trying not to sound harsh, “but, yes.” “Why?” “He said he likes risks, and he saw this as a hot risk to take.” “God,” Dominic said. “I need to meet this brother.” “M. E. E. T?” I asked. “Or M. E. A. T?” “Both, definitely both.” “I’d rather not talk about it right now,” I told him. “Are you feeling guilty?” he asked. “If he ends up poz, it’s because he wanted it. You said he knew it was you at the glory hole. He still had you suck his dick. When are you going to realize that everything that happened was because he wanted it to happen?” I knew Dominic was right. Still, I couldn’t understand the situation. I didn’t know what I would do if I got a call from Jay, telling me that I’d pozzed him. Would he even try to hide it? “I missed you,” he finally said, leaning in and kissing me. I had missed his lips. I had missed his voice. I could feel his erection pressed against my leg. I had missed his dick. “Now, about your surprise.” “If it’s piercing my dick,” I started, “I’m still not sure if I’m ready for that, especially tonight.” “It’s not that,” he assured me. “Something happened while you were gone.” “What do you mean?” “You told me to behave,” he said. “And I tried my best. I really did. It wasn’t entirely my idea, but, admittedly, I didn’t put up too much of a fight in the end.” “What are you talking about?” “I think I just need to show you,” he said, taking my hand. He led me back toward his bedroom where the door was closed. “Now, just remember what I said, and know that this was entirely his idea. He knew what he was getting into.” “He who?” I asked. Dominic opened the door, revealing a naked man on the bed, his arms and legs outstretched, tied to the four corners. “Pastor Kline?” I said, my voice catching in my throat. “Welcome back, Will,” he said, a huge grin on his face. I slammed the door shut, pulling Dominic away from his bedroom. “What the fuck, Dom?” “Let me explain.” “I told you not to go after him.” “I didn’t.” “He’s naked in your bed.” “He came after me.” “Do you really expect me to believe that?” “Yes,” he said. “I told you that I thought he was secretly gay. I’ve watched the way he talks to you. Not only that, but I watch the way he talks to half of the men at your church, and he practically salivates over them. I swear, the one time the three of us were talking, he started getting a boner.” “He’s married.” “He doesn’t lover her,” Dominic said. “He told me. He said he married her because he felt like he needed a wife. He’s been jerking off to gay porn for decades. That’s the only way he’s been able to fuck her and have any kids.” “How did he end up here?” “He stopped me after church on Sunday, saying he wanted to talk. I couldn’t say no. I’m still keeping up appearances. We met at his office and he asked me questions about myself. Am I married? Am I in a relationship? Was I sexually active? Then he asked about us.” “About us?” “He said he noticed that we were getting really close,” Dominic said. “I guess me coming over to your apartment after you started converting tipped him off.” “Are you sure you didn’t open your door wearing only this?” I asked, pointing at his jock. “He threw himself at me,” Dominic said. “Almost literally. He locked his office door and started circling around me. He said he knew I was gay and thought that you were too. I thought he was trying to blackmail you or something. When I tried to stop him, he said he was attracted to me and then rubbed his hand over my crotch.” “Pastor Kline did that?” “The man’s got a good grip,” he said. “He’s a good kisser, too.” “You kissed him?” “He’s naked in my bed, Will. Yeah, I kissed him. Well, he kissed me.” “In his office?” “His secretary almost caught us.” “I don’t believe this,” I said, taking a seat. The realization that I had just seen Pastor Kline naked hadn’t completely hit me yet. I had been in so much shock that I hadn’t noticed anything other than his face. As I imagined going back to open the door, peaking at the rest of his body, I found myself getting hard. I remembered when Pastor Kline had first interviewed me. He had said that I was attractive. There were also other times when I thought I could feel him staring at me. Originally, I thought he had been judging me, trying to see if I was good at my job. Now, I realized he had been checking me out. “Have you,” I started, trying to form my thoughts, “fucked him?” “Not yet,” Dominic said. “Really?” I asked. “Wait, does he know that you’re poz?” “He does,” Dominic said. “Is that why you haven’t fucked him?” “He wants to be pozzed,” Dominic said. “Just not by me.” There was moment of silence between us as I realized why I was finding Pastor Kline in Dominic’s bed on the day I arrived back home. “He’s been waiting for you to get back all day,” Dominic told me. “He says he wants you to poz him.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’re sure he knows what pozzing is?” “More than what you knew when I pozzed you.” “I can’t get my head around this,” I said. “I mean, he’s my boss. He’s Pastor Kline. The man looks a bit like my dad.” “You did just fuck your brother,” he reminded me. The idea of fucking Pastor Kline, while initially horrifying, was sounding hotter and hotter with each passing second. Not only would I be pozzing someone, it would be a married man. It would be the lead pastor of our church. Two pastors fucking. “Looks like your mind is made up,” Dominic said, pointing down at my crotch. My dick was bulging against my pants. He was right. I knew what I wanted. I stripped off my clothes and followed Dominic back to his bedroom. “Have we come to a decision?” Pastor Kline asked as the door opened and Dominic entered inside. Upon seeing me, naked and sporting a boner, a large smile spread across Pastor Kline’s face. “Looks like we have. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” “You’re sure you want this?” I asked, rubbing my dick, precum oozing out. “You see this tattoo on my chest. It’s the same one that Dominic has. It means we’re poz. We’re HIV positive. If I fuck you, you’ll be infected and you’ll be poz too. Is that what you want, Pastor Kline?” “Call me Mark,” he said. “And yes. It’s what I fucking want. I want you to fuck me and cum inside my hole, knocking me up with your poz babies.” My dick jerked at the sound. “We don’t wear condoms,” I said. “I don’t want anything between us, Will,” he said. “I want to feel your cock slide into me, tearing me open, making me bleed.” “My dick is eight inches,” I said. “Dominic is ten.” “That’s the size of a real man’s dick,” Pastor Kline said. “Eight inches. Ten inches. Whatever.” “How big is your dick?” Dominic asked. “Not even five inches,” he said. “It’s not worth fucking with. I don’t want to use it again. If I could lock it up and throw away the key, I would.” “That could be arranged,” Dominic said, winking at me. “You want me to be the one to poz you?” I asked, stepping closer to the bed. “Yes, sir,” Pastor Kline said. “I want your cum in my ass. I want your strain in my veins. I want you to claim me. Both of you. I’ll be your faggot pig whenever you want. I’ll take all your loads. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Please, fuck me.” “We will,” Dominic said. “You won’t leave here without having several loads of poz cum in your ass.” “Exactly what I want to fucking hear,” Pastor Kline said. “Will,” Dominic said, “go to the fridge and get my special lube. I’ll undue his legs so we can fuck him properly.” I nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted. In the fridge I found a water bottle in which there were several loads of poz cum collected. I opened it and smelled the sweet scent of cum. It made my mouth water. As I returned, I found Pastor Kline’s ankles free, the ties that had him secure now holding his legs up, exposing his hairy hole. His body was covered in gray hair. Even though he was older, I could tell that he took care of himself. He wasn’t muscular, but I could tell that he had at one point been a very attractive man. To be honest, he still was. “You know, Mark,” Dominic started, “the last ass Will fucked belonged to his brother.” Pastor Kline’s eyes grew wide. He looked to me for confirmation. “I was his first gay fuck,” I said. “That’s fucking hot,” Pastor Kline said. “I need you to fuck me. I need your cum in my hole. I want to feel you shoot deep inside, filling my guts.” “You’ll get it,” Dominic said. “As Will fucks you, I’ll be fucking Will. As he cums, I’ll cum. All that I have given him will go from me and into him, and from him into you. Your corruption will be complete.” “Do it,” he said. “Claim me.” “We will,” I said, crawling onto the bed. I poured some of the cum from the water bottle onto his balls, watching as it dripped down to his hole. I stuck my fingers inside, forcing him open. “You want it rough?” “I want you to hurt me,” Pastor Kline said. “Make me bleed.” I had three fingers inside of him, twisting, scraping his insides. His body shook, balls jumping into his body. His dick tried to get hard, but as I watched it grow, I saw that it could only get semi-hard. “What a pathetic excuse for a dick,” I said, taking it with my other hand. “Can’t even get it hard.” “Worthless piece of flesh,” Dominic agreed. “Not worth shooting cum.” “It won’t have to,” I said. “Right, Mark?” “Not unless you tell me to,” Pastor Kline said. “When was the last time you fucked someone?” Dominic asked. “It’s been years since I fucked my wife.” “When did you last jerk off?” “This morning,” he said. “But hardly anything came out.” “That’s because your body knows that you’re made to be fucked and nothing else.” “Only to be fucked by real men,” Pastor Kline added. “Men like you.” “Are you ready?” I asked him. “Are you ready for my dick?” “I’ve been ready since the day I first met you,” he said. I removed my fingers, spotting traces of blood on my skin. I held them out for Pastor Kline to see. “You’re open now,” I told him. “Everything we put inside you will infect you. There’ll be no stopping it.” “Do it,” he moaned. “Go deep.” I poured more of the cum on his hole and into my hand, lubing up my dick before I slammed it inside. “Fuck,” Pastor Kline shouted, his body shaking, trying to move away from my intruding dick. “Fuck, you’re huge. It hurts.” “Let it hurt,” I said, forcing more of my dick inside. I watched his eyes as I kept pushing further into his body until his balls were pressed against my pubes. “Feel all that. That’s all my dick filling you.” “God, I feel it. I feel you inside me. I’ve never left this full. I’ve never felt this good.” I started pulling out, watching as blood streaked across my skin. Once only my head remained inside, I forced myself back inside, causing his body to jump again. “Are you ready for me, Son?” Dominic asked, his hard dick bobbing around in search of a hole. “I’m ready, Daddy,” I said, reaching back and pulling my cheeks apart, revealing my hole. “Fuck my cum out of me and into his body.” “Fuck,” Dominic said, lubing up his dick and invading my hole. It had been too long since his cock was last inside me. As he filled me, I felt at home, never wanting a day to go by without him inside me. As he bottomed out, I found my dick growing harder in Pastor Kline’s hole. As Dominic picked up his pace, he was slamming me into Pastor Kline, my body moving between them, milking my dick and Dominic’s at the same time. “Fuck, I’ve never felt this right in my life,” Pastor Kline cried out. I reached forward and grabbed his nipples, twisting them and extracting a loud moan. “I want to hear you groan,” I said, my dick hitting into his prostate, causing a bead of his precum to pearl over his piss slit. “What does your wife think you’re doing?” “She thinks I’m meeting with a church member.” “She has no idea the kind of slut her husband is.” “No idea, sir.” “I hear you have a son,” Dominic said, his words causing his dick to grow. “Is that right?” “Yes,” Pastor Kline said. “How old?” “Nineteen,” he said. “He’s at college.” “And does he have a girlfriend?” “No.” “Is that because he’s a faggot like his dad?” I asked. “Does your son secretly want dick?” “I don’t know,” Pastor Kline said. “I’ve fantasized about him fucking me and filling me with his own cum.” “How big is his dick?” “Bigger than mine,” he said. “Almost as big as Will.” “A real man,” Dominic said. “A real man created from the puny dick of a faggot.” “He’s so big,” Pastor Kline moaned. “He makes me proud having such a big dick to fuck with.” “Would you let him fuck you?” “Yes.” “Would you bring him to us so that we can fuck him?” Dominic asked. “Would you give us your son?” Pastor Kline’s eyes looked from Dominic to me, a hunger growing in his eyes. “Yes. Yes I would bring him to you. I would bring him here so that you could convert him, poz him, infect his body with your cum. I’d bring him so that you could make his balls toxic and his dick a weapon.” “That’s what we like to hear,” Dominic said, kissing my neck. “We’ll see what can be done.” ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you enjoyed the chapter and blew a few loads. Pastor Kline's journey is only beginning.

Part 1- Discovery ”What’s going on?”. Cole shook his head, trying to dispense the fog in his brain. He was struck with a searing pain in his left ear. “What the fuck?”. His earring stud was gone, it felt a lot heavier. He realized he was naked, laying on a cold cement floor. “Where am I?” Cole was 27. He had always considered himself average, though his brain got him places. An overachiever, he had gotten his degree in chemistry, then his masters in engineering. Until a few weeks ago, he had been living in the city with his boyfriend of nearly three years. Then the breakdown came: he found out his boyfriend had been sleeping around, his friends knew about it and hadn’t said anything, and the stress of work got to be too much. He snapped. His old college roommate found him wandering the subway with no shirt not knowing where he was. His parents came and got him, now he was living on the family ranch in the middle of nowhere Vermont. Besides his intelligence, Cole had always considered himself average. Standing at about 6’4, 230lbs, he didn’t consider himself a bear or cub, just some sort of awkward penguin. He had gotten a couple of tattoos at 18 when he was younger and dumb, and for his 25th birthday got his nipples pierced (though those had been removed due to a series of MRI’s when he got sick). In college everyone had always assumed he was a top, but really he loved bottoming, though his now ex hadn’t satisfied him in months. ”Where am I?” It was dark, and he tried to think back to his last memories. “Jesus, he got me drunk”. In an attempt to get back to feeling normal, Cole had accepted a dinner invitation from a guy. He wasn’t much to look at, a little older, but Cole figured he needed to try to get back to a normal life and accepted the invite. They met at the one pub in town. He was actually very casual and nice. But he kept buying drinks. Late in the evening Cole remembered excusing himself and ordering a car, but didn’t remember anything after that. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he realized he was in a barn. There were noises around him but he couldn’t see much else. He was in a stall originally designed for restraining cows for milking, but it had been converted into a paddock. As he stood up, he felt the collar around his neck, and realized he was shackled to a chain bolted into the ceiling beyond his sight above him. “Fuck me”, he muttered out loud. “Oh, we’ll get to that”, a deep voice responded. Cole jumped. Out of the gloom, a man appeared. He was impossible to describe. He wasn’t the man Cole had gone out with. He had a shaved head but a massive beard. Even though he wore black jeans with boots and a black T-shirt, his tattoos didn’t leave much to the imagination; as they covered his neck and disappeared beneath the shirt, popping out underneath the sleeves and covering the rest of his body, Cole assumed. ”Where am I? Who are you!?”, Cole demanded. “I’m the Farmer. And don’t worry about where you are. There isn’t anyone for a hundred miles. It may as well be Canada.” The man didn’t smile or even frown. There was no expression. “Let’s get started”. Cole felt actual visceral fear for the first time in his life. ———- Let me know thoughts. Part Two coming soon.

Part 2- Preparation ”Fuck!” Cole shouted. The Farmer had pressed a button and the chain connected to the ceiling pulled up, pulling his neck taught. He was able to briefly reach up and feel his ear. “Oh god”. Cole knew now why his ear hurt and felt heavy. Someone had replaced his ear stud with a livestock tag, the kind given to cows or pigs to keep track of them. ”Quiet”, the man grumbled. He opened the paddock. It was larger than Cole had realized originally. The Farmer grabbed the chain and dragged Cole to the other side, near the front (or back). “Lean back”, the man said. He didn’t give Cole much choice. He fell back into a piece of rough leather. The man secured his ankles and hands. Cole realized he was locked into a sling. Suddenly the man appeared with a leather hood, and put it around Cole’s head. He couldn’t see or hear anything now. Suddenly the nostrils were plugged with a nasal cannula. Cole hoped it was for oxygen. The next sensation was the mouth piece opening, and a tube being inserted in his mouth. There was no way to discharge it. Suddenly, he felt cold liquid on his cock, and then something burning as the man inserted an object into his urethra. As it went further in, Cole suddenly felt himself pissing, and realized it was a catheter. Cole thought that was it. Several minutes had passed, and nothing happened. He was wrong. He suddenly felt something greasy being applied to his exposed hole, and then something roughly shoved in. He yelled but due to the tube in his mouth, all he could do was bite down and quietly yell. The pressure stopped and Cole felt whatever it was pop into his ass, lodged there. —— Part 3 coming soon

Well, after reading through some of this thread, all I can say is: 1. I've only found the moderators helpful when I had a question. 2. There's exactly one person on BZ that I've "blocked" because there appears to me to be nothing but poison in his fingers. I notice that portions of his texts are quoted, and thus visible to me, and that person is just as vitriolic today as he was before, regardless the issue. When someone only uses it to prop up their deficit of self esteem, why even bother to engage? 3. This site is of value to many of us. There are all kinds of interesting, positive, well-meaning threads to read, contribute to, learn from, see what others perspectives are, and find something useful out of the exercise.

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.

So I'm traveling on the west coast.... am not solo but I have limited play time and am looking after a friend whose 20 years older than me. Yesterday the heat got to him so around 3PM he wanted to go to the hotel and just chill for the night. So I got him set with everything he might need and he knew where the restaurant and shop in the hotel were located and I told him I was going to the baths. Instead, I booked a room at the Days Inn on Hotel Circle nearby and checked in got my hole ready. Posted on all the sites and five hours later ended up with eight loads up my ass.... not great.... but not bad. A couple of them were quite memorable.... this latino came in with a gorgeous although not huge cock (about 7" I guess) but it tasted so good and he was solid muscle with a bit of meat on him, just the way I like them. He had long hair tied back in a ponytail and a big bushy beard. He wasn't very verbal but he fucked me on the corner of the bed without even taking his jeans off. I love that! And he planted the biggest load up my ass I've had in a while. The other truly memorable fuck was a Native American who wanted me naked and ass up on the bed. He came In and undressed and immediately ate my ass out so good.... then fucked it so nice with some serious back and forth rhythm until he blew his load up my ass. When he came around so that I could clean off his cock I looked up and he had the most beautiful round mustached face with a big smile on his face. I asked him to come back later in the evening to fuck me again but he said he couldn't. Oh well... all in all a good night .

You're asking that question on a site LITERALLY named after breeding. Gonna wager we're all (or the vast majority) going to say raw.

A really good (straight) buddy died in January from fast, aggressive cancer, and left me his weed stash. Lots of various pipes and stuff and close to an ounce of weed. His wife also gave me his Fleshlight. I got stoned as fuck and inserted his various glass pipes into my ass while I used his Fleshlight. I don't know why I did it other than the fact he would have thought it fucking hilarious. He was sick in the head and loved his twisted fag buddy. So it was my tribute to him. I miss ya man!

Went on to Grindr to check out what cocks we’re looking to breed, got lucky as a 19 year old was in town with his family and stay at a hotel near by, I messaged and at first he wasn’t interested due to me being much much older than him (fair enough) but he messaged back as he had found anyone and only had the 2 hours alone in his hotel room before his family would be back from where ever they were (didn’t ask didn’t care) I drove over once I got the go ahead and went to his room met him good looking kid and even better bigger cock sucked him and then just got on the bed and asked him to fucked and breed me, he was cautious at first as he only wanted a blowjob but I got him hard and horny enough to want to fuck and then he did the classic young top thing where he began asking questions as if interviewing me to make sure I was negative and clean which didn’t matter since I could just say what he wants to hear and then finally convinced him to Shove it in and once his bare cock enter it was game on he began moaning and pounding me and he could fuck and shot his load as deep as he could inside me and I left right after since he didn’t want to get caught all in all a good day

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.

"Wait, Daddy." He said as we started to exit the master bathroom. I feared he was having second thoughts about our consummation. Maybe I pushed it too far with the shaving. "This may sound strange but could we make love on my parents' bed?" He wanted to started his sex life in the place where his parents had created him years before. How perfect. I smiled and picked him up in my strong arms, carrying him to the bed and laying him down on the made sheets. He thanked me by kissing passionately. Any fear or doubt in his mind was long gone. This was going to happen. As I stood before him on the edge of the bed, he started pulling at my clothes. Soon I found myself naked as well, violently throwing my clothing around his parents' perfectly made bedroom. He took his small but mighty hand and reached for my cock. His eyes widened when he realized how big and thick it was. "Can I taste him?" the boy begged. I nodded and rearranged so my crotch lined up to his face. Without hesitation, he opened wide and began sucking my cock. You would never guess this was his first. I could tell he loved it. He'd thought about this moment for a long time, even showing me on cam how he'd practice sucking on objects around the house. He swallowed inch by inch until my balls rested against his face. He looked up at me and I could tell he was smiling under there. My big hairy balls full of cum rested gently on his smooth boy face. I started to gently fuck his mouth. He loved every second of it. I wasn't sure if the water coming from his eyes were tears of joy or from trying not to gag. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his eager mouth and instructed him to play with my balls. He loved them just as much. After a few minutes of ball work, I asked him if he wanted to taste my hole. He looked surprised, as we'd never discussed this possibility before, but nodded and smiled like the good boy he was. I turned around a slowly lowered my spread ass cheeks onto his face, while instructing him to lick like I was a popsicle. His boy tongue lapping at my hole felt fucking amazing. Had I not been spreading my cheeks, it would have been very hard not to jack a load out right then and there. Needless to say, my cock was throbbing at this point. I raised my ass off the boy so he could get some air. I was thrilled to see he still had that eager smile on his pretty face. I leaned in to kiss him. This time instead of toothpaste, he tasted like a man.

I may have posted this before, but when I was in my early 20's in the 80's I used a Pierre Cardin Bottle as a dildo.

Took a total of seven loads from six different guys this weekend. I have been quite inactive sexually during the winter months here in Australia and with the monkey pox running around, I have been quite hesitant to have any fun. The weather was warm over the weekend and I had a bit of free time so decided to go on a sexual spree at my local park, advertising myself on Squirt. On Saturday, 1. First guy had a fairly small dick and he kept trying to push it into my ass with many unsuccessful attempts. Decided to walk away but then he got it in on the last try and came almost instantly. Nice way to lube my ass. 2. Second guy was very cute but wouldn’t let me suck his dick. Started fingering my cum hole, turned me around, and started fucking me. Didn’t last as long as I wanted (maybe less than a minute), but secured the second load. 3. I heard the third guy came into the toilet but didn’t get a chance to turn around to see him when he pulled down my pants, fingered my hole, and insert his dick. Lasted quite a while and moaned loudly as he unloaded. I had to meet a friend for dinner straight afterwards and had a wet patch in my pants after dinner. On Sunday, at the same cruising park, in the toilet block, 4. Meet this hot man with a fairly angry face. Had a good size dick though and felt really good in my mouth. I put a bit of spit on my fingers and started lubbing my ass with it. He got the hint, turned me around, started fucking me. He lasted about a minute but could definitely feel his cumshot inside me. 5. There was a man inside the glory hole cubicle in the same toilet block so I put my finger through the hole and he put his dick through, nice and hard, sucked it for a bit and turned myself around and put my sloppy ass onto it. His dick was average sized and the hole in the wall reduced the length even further so only the head and a bit of the length went inside me, felt a bit dry, but when he pulled out, I heard cum splattering on the floor, so not sure if he had cum when he pulled out or it was the previously guy’s cum :// 6. Had advertised myself on Squirt several hours before and about seven men said they were planning to come to unload, but only one person came through, a New Zealander with a huge thick (9 inch?) cock. Very tall, muscular, and dominant. Pushed me against the wall and forced his big dick into me. It was quite painful as he started to pound me really hard, more than I would have liked, but I thought about my role as a cumdump to serve men like him, and the pain turned to pleasure. Came into me once, pushing his cock very deep inside me. When he pulled out, he let the man #5 to have his turn. My hole was so loose that I didn’t really feel man #5’s dick, sadly, and he must have felt the same, for he pulled out and left shortly after. The New Zealander went for round two almost immediately and came after a few minutes. 7. I stuck around for a bit hoping that the other six men who said they would come, come, but they didn’t. As I was about to leave, I spot another man walking towards the toilet, so I followed him. It was getting dark now so couldn’t really see him properly. He pulled out his dick and I started sucking it, but it never got hard enough to fuck so after a few minutes, I thanked him, got up and left. All in all, a great start to the Spring time here in Australia.

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.

After numerous requests, here is the next fictional account of the in the saga of the Kid. Other Kid stories are Kid got everything he wanted The Kid goes to his first bath house. As usual this is only fiction and not meant to actually be done. Some of this would send a person to the ER ( Or worse ) with an overdose. It is for reading enjoyment only, and of course arousing you if you need help with that. Chapter 1 The Kid has had some great adventures with his first party and then his first trip to a bathhouse here he was given drugs and plowed by some of the craziest guys and perverts in the world. He wanted to get back to the first guys next party but cold never arrange time. Between his work and girlfriend, there never seemed to be any time for his private perverted play. He contacted me several time to see what I was doing. I had to have some minor surgery and couldn’t get to the monthly party, and he wanted to have me there when he went next time. He was frustrated with his relationship because while his girlfriend was nymph when it came to sex she didn’t like sucking him to a finish and never would give up her ass. Sometime after his first party he had gotten a case of the Flue and his Girlfriend caught it from him and came down with it a couple weeks later. Since he had met Tina he had a deep driving need to play with her every chance he could and those were very few and far apart. The recovery after the first party was rough but he was able to get back to normal in a couple days after. The second party his recovery was a lot quicker, even though he had a lot more. His insides yearned to be spun again, his desire to feel stuff roaming in his ass and filing him was undeniable. He had met with a few guys but non seemed to satisfy his needs. One black guy was hung, he remembered it hurting and he took it waiting for it to feel better, but it never felt the way it did when Horse was lodged in his ass and Horse was bigger that this guy. One guy actually helped him some in a park one night, he was bent over a bench taking a guy with a small dick and after the guy shot what felt like a couple drops up his ass another guy came over and asked him if he wanted more with a little extra. The Kid started to get up when the guy pushed him back over the bench and proceeded to push a much larger cock up his ass. The guy felt different when the Kid realized this guy had a PA on his cock. It felt cool when it rubbed his hole before the guy grabbed the Kid’s hips and basically impaled the Kid on his cock. The Kid yelled at the sudden intrusion, the guy said “ Shut the fuck up, you want to bring the cops “ ? as the Kid stared to say no when the guy pulled partially out and rammed back in. all the Kid could do is squeak the word “ No “. The Bushes around the area rustled and a couple guys walked up, both had their cocks out and were jerking them. With the position of the Kid neither could get in front of him to get any service. The guy pumped a couple more times when he stopped. He held still. The Kid stared to back onto the cock when the guy slapped his ass and said “ Hold still you little whore “. The guy hen said “ Here comes the Little extra slut “. The Kid was looking at the two cocks off to the side and wasn’t paying that close attention to the guy in his ass. He wasn’t sure what he meant but then felt a warmth spreading in his bowels, he knew form past experience it was the yellow flood of the guy’s piss. The guy said “ Here is your extra, hope you enjoy it “. The Kid was in heaven, this was the first time since the time at the bath house he got this treatment. It really made him feel like a total slut, the pig whore of all whores. He only hoped he would end up getting the other guys cocks up his ass. When the guy was finished emptying his bladder, he started to slowly fuck the piss in the kids insides. He wanted to make sure the Kid could absorb as much as possible. He couldn’t hold off to long, this kids ass was great and had a natural ability to milk a guys cock. The guy cold tell he hadn’t been fucked much, at least not for a while. The Kid was slowly losing himself into the Acton up his ass. His whole body felt warm and almost to the point of being on fire. All he could think of was that he never wanted this to end. He could hear and feel the squishing of the cock as it slopped around in his guts. There was a pressure when he pushed in and it really felt good. The guy eventually picked up speed and some of the nasty mix started squirting out of the Kids ass. The guy slammed up into the Kid’s ass and said “ Take my spunk you nasty fagot punk “. The Kid said “ Yes, knock me up”. The kid could feel the throbbing cock up his ass, firing shot after shot into his ass. The guy slumped over the Kid for a few minutes and the Kid could feel a second twitching in his ass. The guy said “ Yeah, here comes a little more to help you out “. The Kid knew for sure he was shooting a second load of piss in his guts, pushing his cum into areas that it would never come out before it was absorbed. The guy finally pulled out and some of the nasty mix started dripping out, even with the kid in the head down position and trying to hold it in he couldn’t keep it from spilling out. The guy sat down next to the Kid. Even though he was off to the side he could see the cock that just split his ass. Even soft it looked Big and thick, it had an impressively big PA in the end of it, bigger that be thought. The Guy pulled out a glass pipe and started to heat it up. He could clearly see the white smoke in the bowel. the Guy looked over at the Kid and Smiled.

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.

Before the lockdown I had one dildo which got too small real quick. Stuck an aubergine up there. Small beer bottle, bottom end first. Had 3 marble eggs in there too. Now it’s fists and big toys

I've had my share of quick releases. Almost all have been married guys, most under 2 min, once they get inside, pump a bit then they cum. While I'd like a nice longer ride, getting them off and getting their load is my goal so fast is fine.

I started at 15. But wanted to suck at age 8. I'd spy on my.dad and wanted so badly ro suck his cock...

Very horny story... please keep going!

So I have been staying in hotels recently while I am getting my kitchen and bathrooms upgraded.iwas staying in nice hotel but not getting any loads.so I went to the seedy hotels and I came across a goldmine of homeless young legal age guys. I hit up on this one guy good looking and in need of a shower and pubic trim.i was very generous for him and he let me shave his pubes both front and rear. He told me that he only breeds and he will give me plenty of his cum. He was a good fuck and he came in my hole within 5 minutes didn't pull out and came in me 3more times.my ass was leaking his loads and he liked playing with his cum in my ass, every so often he would scratch my insides with his index finger and I was bleeding.he put in my biggest butt plug in my hole, first time for that one. When he finished inserting the plug he asked me if I liked having his toxic cum in my hole.he said that he found out last week and he has fucked just about every young homeless guy a couple times.i looked at him and I said thank you can I get more. He pulled out a device and admin it on him and Drew it back and he admin it to me...

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.

Just took two delicious cocks back to back. One from a guy who I hooked up with years ago and the other from his friend who was visiting and staying at his place. Roleplayed a forced entry and it was super hot. Tied my hands behind my back and made me ride loads out of both of em on the bed. Lots of poppers and smoked a bunch of weed. Fucking beautiful experience

**Part 5** I moved back and my shaft slipped out of the young guys now very slippery hole. I glanced down and saw a dribble of pink fluid trickle down over his balls, some sticking to the mass of hair that covered them and the rest forming a small pooled mess on the floor as it mixed with with the filth. I looked back and half expected Beard to have gone but, he remained there still smiling. He told me to get dressed then beckoned me with his head to follow him. I glanced down at the lad, who was still face down on the floor recovering. "Leave that, I'll deal with it later" I followed Beard to away from the Public Convenience and out of the park to a dark coloured van. He opened the back door. There were bench seats along each side. He told me get in. I had an idea that he was taking me to meet 'The family ' as he called them. He closed the rear doors and I heard the front door open and close, the engine started then we began our journey. We were moving, for what I guessed, was about forty minutes. The van was being driven carefully and for the last five minutes it made several turns. Eventually it stopped and I heard what sounded like a large metal shutter being raised, like the garage doors where I worked. The van was driven inside and the shutter closed. The rear door opened and Beard beckoned me out. From the drivers side Goatee appeared. He had obviously been the driver. It was the first time I was aware of his presence. I had presumed that Beard had been the driver. Inside the building where we were was fairly large. It looked like an old factory or small warehouse. I was lead through a small door then another and up two flights of stairs with bare concrete steps. We reached a door with a key code lock and Beard, shielding my view of the did something that allowed him to open the door. Inside a carpeted corridor lead to another door with yet another door with the same type of lock. My mind was racing and so was my heart. What sort of place had I come to. I hadn't questioned where or why I had been taken to this place and had willingly gone with Beard of my own volition. Beard opened the door to another corridor. This had doors on each side along its entire length. There were ten doors on each side and at the far end an open leading to a large communal area. As we entered it I saw there were a dozen other men who had been mostly sitting, who when they saw Beard, immediately stood up. I thought I recognised some of the faces but couldn't place them. But one I knew immediately. He was sitting in a large chair by the far wall and he didn't stand as we entered. It was the same old man I had seen in the trees on the night I was converted recieving a blow job from the young guy I had just fucked. He looked at me and smiled. He stood up and walked over to greet me. He held out his hand and I took it. As he shook it he cupped his other hand over my hand as well. It was a very warm welcoming greeting. He then lead me back out into the corridor and opened the first door on the left. I walked in and he closed the door behind us. "Sit" It was more of a command than and invitation which was at odds with the way he had greeted me. He had a deep, well spoken voice and spoke with authority. Like a commander addressing his troops. To be listened to rather than conversed with. But, he also spoke with compassion. I was drawn to him in, entranced by him. I listened intently to what he was telling me. It was the first had heard him speak. When I'd seen him in the woods he had never uttered a word. He would just nod towards his crutch, whip out his cock and I would suck him to completion. He told me that he and some of his extended family, at which point he indicated with his thumb towards the men in the other room had been watching me for a long time. He told me they were very protective of their identity both individually and as a group. So, had to be very careful who they selected to become family members. He said that when you have a family there is nothing, absolutely nothing you won't do to protect them. He tone had changed when he said this. He was deadly serious and gave the impression that he meant exactly what he said. He said that this evening I had to make a choice and that once I'd made the decision, either way, there was no going back. If you become a family member you are a member for life. If I chose not to, I would never be given a second chance to join. That if having decided not to join, I tried to find the family or any individual in it that would be seen as a threat to the safety and security of the whole family and the consequences to be severe. Likewise, if I made the decision to stay then, for whatever reason decided to try and leave, the same inference would be drawn with same implications. He told me that before I make an informed decision he'd better inform me about the family and its purpose. He still spoke with authority but his tone had changed to more of a friendly, fatherly one. He told me that he and Tom, the bearded man, had met and were both already HIV positive some years ago. They both believed that being poz gave them a freedom that was denied to many gay men. They strongly believed that monogamy among homosexuals was against the laws of nature and that men need to have the freedom, if they so desire, to breed freely with whoever they choose. They decided to form a small group of poz guys who could freely breed with each other without fear or prejudice. Then they had the idea to bring in more men. To dilute the gene pool. All had to be poz or willing to be converted. A few guys that were already infected joined and contact was made, through various gay sites, with guys who wanted to be converted. Unfortunately alot of these men were just dreamers, flakes who got off on the idea but, were too scared and had no intention of actually going through with it. So, they, as a group, came up with the idea of physically recruiting men. Men like me who were always searching for sex. Men who wanted unhindered, uninhibited and readily available sex. Bareback sex. Men who had few friends, no family, no ties to anyone else, who wouldn't be missed from society. At least, not missed too much. He said "That's why we wanted you. We've followed you for about eighteen months. We were able to trace, fairly easily where you worked, lived, the odd sauna you visited and, obviously, your numerous visits to cruising sites and in particular the park and the public convenience. We've even hacked your computer and know the sites you look at, bbrts, breeding zone and nastykinkpigs. We even fitted a small GPS in the heels or under the inserts of your shoes so we knew where you were at any given time. When he had met me in the park that had been the initial part of the surveillance and vetting procedure as well. He told me that when I agreed to be bred and pozzed in the public convenience that was when they knew I was a prime candidate. In fact, he told me that my enthusiasm had confirmed it beyond doubt. There was one more thing that sealed the deal and that was when I fucked the young man tonight knowing I was likely to poz him. I was slightly annoyed at this invasion of privacy but also felt unbelievably honoured to have been chosen to be considered as a member. He told me that now everyone was considered as a family member. Anyone who needed help in any way would receive it. They would be supported through whatever difficulty they were experiencing. Like I had been during my recent bout of the fuck flu and like the young man I myself had fucked tonight. should his conversion be successful. I had been considering everything I had been told. I had many questions which he now answered. I could keep my job but, I would live here with the family. I would have my own room but, could sleep on my own there or with anyone else I wanted. Fuck anyone who was willing and be fucked by anyone. I would be expected to recruit other members who were willing to be pozzed and help other guys with recruiting, by being involved in surveillance and vetting. And the best bit, breeding recruits. Spreading the family seed, it's DNA. Ensuring the family tree continues. I'd already made my decision. I wanted to be part of this pozzed family but he told me to take a week or two decide. However I mustn't discuss this meeting or anything I'd learned here with anyone outside the family. If I did they would know. Now he told me to go and talk with my brothers. Ask them anything I wanted. Maybe a question will occur when you speak. If they are unable to help, come back and speak to me. And, if you feel horny to fuck or get fucked, enjoy yourself. After all that's what this all about. I had one last burning question. I figured as we'd discussed everything else down to the most intimate details I could ask anything. His answer gave me the answer to this and another question I thought I already had the answer to. "Can you tell me what's with the guy with the Goatee. Was he born like that? He looked at me sternly and placed his two hands together infront of him in a position that looks like a steeple. His eyes focused on me trying to evaluate my demeanour and closed his eyes for second before saying "That's Gavin, he tried to leave" **Fin**

part 2 -- Crossing The Line ParTyBreeder Replied: December 16, 2020 Hey sTud man! How you been? Have you been giving in to all the wild hoT dirty seducTive urges and cravings thaT break down every hesitant conservative part of your mind and lets loose the dirTy chemwhore sTud pig you want to be?! Fuck man I wanna get fucked up with you then FUCK YOU UP!! JeremyP Replied: December 18, 2020 Hey back at ya sTud... i still am craving a long hoT and p-e-r-v- y session. around my birthday a guy pissed his chem piss in me and then smoked me up a bit. He fucked a couple loads into me then which was hoT. He wanted to get more guys over but I had to be "somewhat" good because I couldn't get out of work. I def need to take some vacaTion days and go wild. Right now I'm trying to get a 23 y/o over here to give me a good pounding. hehe Thanks for the reconnecting!!! Would luv to hear what you've been up to! And what do you know about booty bumps? JeremyP Replied: December 25, 2020 Well, I just did a booTy bump and now I'm going over to get an anon load. I know I shouldn't, but I'm so horny for iT! Who know's what will happen, but my guess is it will probably stay vanilla. Not the fuck-me-up time that I'm yearning to spend with you ParTyBreeder Replied: December 26, 2020 Hey there how you doing sexy hot pig?! OINK From your last 2 messages I'd say that your conservative side isn't as dominant as it used to be 😈 And that is so damn hoT dude!! Sounds like you had one helluva great birthday!! Chem piss AND chem cum fucked into your eager ass and got smoked up too! Was that the first time in 2 or 3 years like you said before or have you had some chems to smoke since our last chat in July? How many hits did it take to get your piggy dirty dark side to come out?! hehe And what happened with the 23 year old? Did he make it over? Did he fuck your hungry horny manhole and breed you? Did you and him get chemmed up and spun? How did you like the booty bump? How did it affect you? Did you get the anon load you were horny for and craving? How'd it get set up to be an anon load? Those can be damn hot sometimes! 😉 Hope it was hot and not vanilla. Eager to read all about it dude. I've had some things going on with family...nothing serious but taking up a lot of time. That's why I haven't been in touch for a while. But that's better and I am making up for missing out on a loT of fun that I've been needing! hehe Had a damn hoT 3-way with 2 brothers Thanksgiving weekend - one was married! Dude we all 3 got so fucking wasTed and nasty and enjoyed some "dark" dick-hardening fun!! woof!! Dumped 2 loads of chem cum in the married guy's ass!! And yeah sTud, I'm yearning for that fuck-me-up time with you too! We both need to take some vacaTion days and let loose and get wild and piggy TogeTher! I am mobile and have no problem driving up your way. Damn man I am so hard right now wanting you!! JeremyP Replied: December 26, 2020 Hey man, Merry XXX-mas! It's great to hear from you! There is definitely a line that I'm beginning to cross, but I promise I'm still wrestling with my inhibitions. My birThday was the first time in a couple of years that I did anything with chems (420 doesn't count right?) It didn't take many to make me start feeling good, but my buddy stuck a shard in my hole and after that was when I started to feel really piggy. I def wasn't making good choices 😈 Somehow he convinced me to go to a truck stop and he was gonna offer my hole out. It didn't work out, mostly cause the weather was cold and crappy that night, but I still can't believe we went as far with it as we did. And boy did my hole get hungry! The 23 y/o did come over a couple of times and hopefully it will be a couple more in the future! He's pretty new and to my disappointment he wanted to wear a condom. I wanted him to fuck me so he wore one. The funny part is that he thinks he's above average and brought his own Magnum condom lol. He's not small, but it was def too big for him. After he fucked me solid he came inside me (inside the condom). The hot part is, after he left I dumped his hot young seed out of the condom and onto my cock and started jerking off. Then I spread some on a dildo and pushed it in my hole. A pig is gonna pig. The booTy bump is great. It's not a big rush, but more of a constant state of euphoria. And my hole gets hungry so quickly. I was setting this anon meet up before I even was thinking about what I was doing! When some sense started to come thru, I ignored it and pushed it back down. And you called it about being vanilla. Boo, I was still horny and very unsatisfied after. And hey...life happens. You don't owe me messages. BuT I do enjoy them! I'm glad things are well for you and your family. Truly. Good for you on getting your own hoT Time! Two brothers? That sounds soo kinky. I would love to have been a fly in the corner watching the whole ordeal unfold. Although I don't know if I could've stopped myself from joining in 😉 I can Travel too. Maybe an option is that we could meet in the middle? I'm afraid that if we stay where I live there's going to be too many anchors holding me down if that makes sense. I have a ton of vacation time saved up and I am desperate to use it. What better way then a little Pig ParTy with you? I get really horny thinking about spending a weekend or whatever with you. PartyandBree Replied: December 26, 2020 Hey man good to hear back from you. Not to mention that your message has me hard and dripping like crazy dude! I'm sure you know better than I do but I get the idea that you are enjoying the hell out of crossing those lines, and maybe you're not struggling as hard as you think with your inhibitions. I'm just saying bro! hehe That is hot as fucking hell man about your buddy shoving the shard of T up your ass on your birthday!! In addition to giving you his chem piss and tina cum too. Then he got you to go to a fucking Truck sTop to get multiple anon dicks and cum loads!! Good Thing you're sTruggling with your inhibiTions, righT?! OINK! Damn man I wish that had worked out because I would fucking blow a load reading all the dirTy dark deTails of THAT experience! Glad you hooked up with the 23 year old guy. Hopefullly next time he visits you can convince him to fuck you raw, or maybe "somehow" the condom will break if he uses one 😉 And if not you got it covered geTTing his hot load out of the condom and fucking some of it inside you on the dildo! Gawd I love how piggy you are!! Did the 23 year old parTy with you? It would have been hot as fucking hell if you'd been there with me and the brothers. I would love to have waTched you ride both their bare cocks and take their tina cum and chem piss in your holes along with my cum and piss too!! I ToTally undersTand about not wanting to be somewhere with anchors to hold you down. Man I definitely do NOT want anything holding you down or holding you back from giving in cumpleTely to those dark piggy "forbidden" urges and needs and enjoying going down some hot "forbidden" paths with me and Miss T! grrrrrrrrrrr I am so ready to have a fucking wild Pig ParTy with you for at least a weekend or longer. Dripping here thinking about it. Wish I was dripping my chem precum right on your hungry fucking Tongue!! JeremyP Replied: December 26, 2020 Our convo is making me so hard and horny. I can just imagine what TwisTed things we'll talk about when we're actually together. A little about me, I was going to college to be a Youth Pastor. I was married to a woman and everything. Eventually she figured out that I lusted after men & boys and we got divorced. It wasn't until I was in my mid twenties that I really started exploring sex with guys. Kind of a late bloomer. But it's that thinking that I cannot shake off. Now there is definitely a side of me that's trying to break free of those chains, but it isn't strong enough yet. But that side has me on this website and chatting my darkest desires with you. It also lets other guys talk me into smoking with them. My pig just needs fed and strengthened and hopefully one day I'll be free. And hopefully it's not too far away! hehe Maybe I am farther along then I realize and someone just needs to hold a mirror up so I can see myself for the TwisTed whore/slut/pig/etc. that I really am. My 23 y/o boy doesn't parTy that I know of. Too afraid to ask haha. I was thinking I would start with 420 and see how he reacts to that. Wouldn't it be fun to corrupt him tho? Introduce him to raw sex and chems? There is definitely an appeal to that for me. I would love it if he's never barebacked before and then I was his first. I might just have a glimpse of how you feel towards me now 😈 I suppose it isn't really corruption but rather helping us find the path we're supposed to be on. There's something so hoT about brothers and married and straight and bi.... I love to hear stories about when they smoke and then have sex with other guys. 2020 has been a rotten year and I would love to go down the rabbit hole with you in a Pig ParTy. To hear you talk about your kinkiest stories and fantasies. And then making myself admit that those are my fantasies too. I'm jacking off thinking about it...wishing your chem precum was dripping on my Tongue and your chempiss was filling my other hole. PartyandBree Replied: December 26, 2020 Our convo is having the same effect on me man. Hell just seeing I got a message from you gets me hard even before I read your nasty sex-filled hoT messages! I can't wait to see how TwisTed our convos are when we're togeTher - naked in bed, spun out of our heads like pigs on loTs and loTs of whiTe clouds, our inhibiTions and walls down and our hunger and forbidden and [banned word] cravings growing sTronger and darker. She figured out that you lusTed after men AND boys??!! Mmmmmm you need to tell me more about thaT!! 😜 I will be glad as hell to keep feeding and sTrengthening your pig and help thaT hot sensuous side of you keeping you here on this website, sharing all your darkest naughtiest and nasTiest desires and wanTs and fanTasies with me. I want to help you give yourself over to those TwisTed ThoughTs and hopefully help bring some to realiTy for and with you!! And hell fucking YES iT would fun as hell and hot as fuck to corrupT your horny "safe" sexy 23 year old guy. InTroduce him to the seducTive power and pleasure of Tina and let her help you convince him thaT fucking skin on skin is so damn fanTastic!! I have introduced a few studs to chems and raw sex and dude it is some of the hoTTest piggiesT darkesT fucking sex ever!! The married brother that was part of the 3-way was new to T and dude it got him so fucking high and piggy I couldn't wait to fuck and breed him!! Let's forgeT this fucking messed up year, go down into that hole with each other with plenty of weed and t and booze and then fucking p-e-r-v with each oTher and sharing our kinkiest hoTTest most decadent real sTories and wanTs. HiTTing the glass cock right now wishing I was shoTgunning these huge clouds with you and sending it's power and dirtiness sTraight to your brain and dick!!

A couple of years ago someone messaged me on this website and it started off a lengthy correspondence between the two of us. In these “letters” you’ll see a gradual corruption as temptation proves to be too inviting to one of the writers. I have gotten off to these messages several times and I compiled them for you so they read somewhat like a story. Hopefully they’ll get you off too. Most everything has been left intact (including grammatical errors) but of course, names and places have been changed. I’ve broken it up into several parts and plan to “publish” each part at least once a week. Here goes… part 1- First Steps ParTyBreeder Started conversation: May 2, 2020 You're damn hot man for sure! I KNOW we could have some HOT fucking fun together!! JeremyP Replied: May 5, 2020 Thanks man! Would love to have a long session with you to get my kink side out. ParTyBreeder Replied: May 15, 2020 Hell yeah! Love long hot sweaty sessions. And definitely love sexy fucks like you letting their kink side out! Tell me about your kink side dude! OINK! JeremyP Replied: May 16, 2020 I tend to be on the conservative side and my fantasy is to be with someone who pushes me to do and admit things that I normally wouldn't. A guy got me to smoke with him once and holy shit it was like truth serum. I definitely can be towards the [banned word]. I fantasize about smoking or more and getting fucked and taking loads. haha did I tell you enough? ParTyBreeder Replied: July 5, 2020 Hot damn dude! Yeah you told me plenty enuf! Enuf to get my fat hard cock oozing precum that I wanna drip down your throat and inside your ass!! JeremyP Replied: July 5, 2020 Your fat hard cock can ooze precum into any of my holes. Maybe we can have a session together one day. ParTyBreeder Replied: July 5, 2020 I'm definitely down for making that happen! Get you smoked up and spun and ready to give in to all of your wildest sleaziest horniest desires and cravings! My fat hard cock will do more than just ooze precum in your holes dude. It'll fucking fill you up at both ends with my thick chem-filled delicious fucking cum!! JeremyP Replied: July 5, 2020 omg you just made my dick so hard. please fucking fill me up with your chem cum. spin me up and watch me give in to my perviest cravings. I haven't smoked or anything for 2-3 years. I'm overdue, right? ParTyBreeder Replied: July 5, 2020 Hell fucking yeah dude! I want your dick hard and dripping chem precum while i keep making you take deep big hits off the glass cock letting the power and seduction of the smoke unleash more and more of your darkest perviest twisted cravings and needs. Breaking down your resistance so that you BEG me to fucking pound your hungry tight ass, to fill you up with my chem cum making you even piggier and sleazier! You are definitely overdue dude! You'll probably turn into a cock craving pig with just one or two hits since you haven't smoked in so long. I wanna watch you turn into that pervy greedy insatiable cum swallower! mmmmmmmmmmmm JeremyP Replied: July 6, 2020 Fuck yeah, let's do this! I want my dick hard and dripping chem precum too. Keep feeding me chems and see me get so twisted and so depraved that I say and do things that I wouldn't sober. I want you to fucking pound me and fill me up with your chem fluids over and over again. Each time it gets piggier and darker. ParTyBreeder Replied: July 6, 2020 Fucking hot dude!! Yeah we definitely need to do this! MI here. Where are you? I will feed you chems for hours, my dick throbbing and dripping the whole time as I watch your transformation from a man on the conservative side to a fucking hot sexy insatiable cock and cum whore, begging me to keep fucking you to keep breeding you to keep feeding you more and more chems destroying all of your inhibitions and restrictions. Yeah I get so fucking turned on bringing out a dude's piggy dark twisted nature! You like it dark and piggy and "forbidden" don't you sTud?!! JeremyP Replied: July 6, 2020 Western PA here. If you only knew how turned on I am right now... leTs just say that I'll go down any "forbidden" path you want to take me. ParTyBreeder Replied: July 6, 2020 Oh hot fucking DAMN man! If you only knew how fucking wickedly turned on and boned your last senTence jusT made me!! OINK!! ANY "forbidden" path? I would love to take you all spun up and on fire from the chems flooding your blood and your brain..take you down some hoT dirTy paths full of seductive, TwisTed, even [banned word] darkness and depraved pleasure. Watching you and encouraging you and helping you give in to the lust filled urges and cravings surrounding us on those paths and whispering SINsually into your ear and inside your head. Fuck I want to take you to the "forbidden" paths and make you admit how badly you want to do everything you've denied yourself for too long! JeremyP Replied: July 7, 2020 I'm ready.

I was anally obsessed from an early age. In my youth I started out with (after fingers of course) the small end of a a rubber ear syringe that I found in the medicine cabinet, screwdriver handles, and soda bottles (the glass 1970's versions with the long necks and smooth ends). I'm sure there were other things that went up me, but those are the ones I remember most from that era, which was before I had anyone else to have sex with, and years before I could purchase any legit sex toys. Later on I remember among other things trying medium/large size gumballs, and also hot dogs (after I had been playing around enough years that I wasn't tight enough to immediately chop it off midway though it going in). I found some perverse pleasure in walking around other people in the house knowing I had my ass filled. That was probably mid or just post-college years and by that time I had a few 'real' sex toys (albeit the cheap latex variety), but found the other stuff kinky and fun. I went through a phase where I would go outside (rural area, so no onlookers), use a garden hose to fill my ass up, and spray it out. Kind of odd, but it felt good at the time, and years later I even stumbled across some porn vids of other people doing the same thing, so I guess I wasn't alone in wanting to. These days I have a half dozen or so toys of various shapes and sizes, mostly silicon Square Peg stuff obtained from Mr. S Leather. I may play with them daily for two weeks straight or they may stay sitting in the box for a year, but they're fun when I'm in that mood. Porn-wise I'm always in the mood, and have a love for watching anally-obsessed twinks who get off on expanding their holes with huge toys (Bad Dragon etc), fists, pumps, and such. That never gets old!

As I reached the top step and turned towards my top floor condo, a paper on my neighbors’ door caught my eye. I smiled as I read the eviction notice. For the past 18 plus months, the couple in condo 314 had made enemies of every tenant on the floor, not to mention anyone who met them in the laundry room, mail room or had the distinct bad luck of living below them. So it was no great shock that in the 36 hours I had been out of town on business, they had been booted for noise, delayed payment, suspicious activity, and about a dozen other violations of the co-op agreement. It wasn’t until a few days later, while I was collecting a package, that I discovered that management had reached the end of their patience when a maintenance man witnessed the female in the couple, brandishing a knife, chasing the half-naked male across the lawn in front of the rental office. It puzzled me as to why this tussle was different from the similar arguments I’d seen a handful of times, when they explained that the half-naked male was naked on his bottom half. My laughter continued all the way back to my stairway, only stopped by the image of a sweaty shirtless 6 foot tall teen hunk coming down and walking off towards a moving van. Taking the steps two at a time, I managed to position myself in a chair at the perfect angle out my living room window to watch as the shirtless guy and some equally hunky buds made their way to and from the truck, over and over again. Upon review, I could tell the first guy I’d witnessed was closer to 25 than 18, but only when his chest hair caught some sunlight, revealing a tattoo of a crucifix on his right pectoral. His small beer gut also hinted towards adulthood, as it was probably acquired from one too many frat parties, or perhaps a habit of drinking everyday after the whistle blew at some blue collar job. Otherwise his youthful smile, round cheeks and tight bubble butt would have had me convinced he was a freshman at the university up the road. Tempting as it was to offer a hand, a glass of lemonade or a ride on my 9 inches of thick circumcised cock meat, I knew I was better to watch from the shadows and collect jerk material for later. No reason I couldn’t enjoy a bowl though, as long as I didn’t light the torch where it would reveal my voyeuristic perch. Once the bowl was finished, the Tina kicked in, and I was aching to find some hot young ass to spew full of some chemmed-up seed, driving me to leave the window and move to my computer screen. The timing was probably perfect anyway, as the sun was setting quickly and I could hear the moving truck driving away no more than 15 minutes later. Less than an hour after that, I found a 19 year old bio major sucking white smoke from the business end of my pipe, while taking all nine inches into his sweet smooth ass. It was easy to get the curious college boys to come over once they saw the photos of my 6’3” tall frame, 46” chest, 15” arms, 32” waist and previously mentioned dick. This naive twink had originally begged me to go slow, use a condom, let him suck me off instead, yadda yadda yadda; but I just kept loading more shards into the pipe and stuffing more laced lube in his pooper until he was too fucked up to say anything other than “Fuck me! Faster! Harder!” I did as he commanded, blowing not one, not two, but three heavy loads into his innocent hole before kicking his ass to the curb a few hours after his arrival. His wide eyes kept looking into mine as I threw him his clothes, slid on some basketball shorts and told him to get the fuck out, shocked that I had so quickly transformed from a passionate cum-dispensing power top to cool-headed unconcerned asshole. I watched from my doorway as his head slid down the stairwell and out of sight, looking up just in time to see my new neighbor open the door and pull the same move on some equally innocent blonde bimbo. She ran down the steps in tears when she realized someone was watching her walk of shame. I had to admire my new neighbor’s nonchalant attitude towards her used pussy and I wondered briefly if she was running fast enough to pass my own discarded boy-toy. My neighbor might have had the same thought as he smiled too, making us both laugh, and step into the hall to introduce ourselves. “Hey man, nice to meet ya, I’m Pete.” I was elated that he was in fact, the same young stud I had first spotted downstairs, and he looked just as good the second time around, if not better. He smelled of axe body spray, cum, and lube; and was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as well as brown fuzzy hair on his head, chest and legs. Bright green eyes, a straight nose and boyish smile made him look like a 15-year-old from the neck up, but his work-built chest and arms, the black and red crucifix tattoo and a packed pair of white CK boxer-briefs made him all man from the neck down. My gaze lingered a second too long on the spot of precum forming at the head of his semi-hard dick, causing him to retreat into his apartment for a pair of shorts, inviting me to join him. He didn’t close the door to his bedroom as he stripped away the white fabric, connected to his dick by a string of semen. I had to tuck my own re-hardening cock into the waist of my jockstrap when he bent over to put on a pair of board shorts with nothing under them, granting me a glimpse of his tight fuzzy hole. As he turned to come back into the living room, I pretending to be checking out his balcony view before plopping unceremoniously on his couch. Another smile crossed my face when I realized the pillow I’d sat next to was hiding a pipe like my own, as well as a sack of goodies. His face went pale when he turned to sit too and noticed my discovery, and my raised eyebrow. The perverted asshole in me knew from the look of fear on his face that I could have blackmailed him into all sorts of dirty deeds at that moment, but I laughed, grabbed the lighter, and torched the bowl, taking a HUGE hit. He exhaled at the same time I did, relieved that he was not going to get evicted or have the cops called on him. “I wondered if you were a partier, especially when I heard you going to town on some pussy for hours. That’s why I called Sheila. My dick was so hard hearing your bitch scream I decided to torch up with my fuck buddy and see if I could compete!” He took a hit as big as mine, but coughed as it came out, obviously new to partying, but hoping to seem as cool as me. “Hate to burst your bubble Pete, but my pussy was a dude. Sweet little 19 year old fuck who thought he was coming over for romance and cuddling, before I raped him, that is,” I took another hit, while Peter went from wide-eyed to laughing. “Shit dude! That is fucking hilarious! Sheila, that blonde piece of trash with the cum running down her legs, was expecting the same thing, but I told her after my second load,” He bragged. “‘I smoked you out, and filled you up, what more do you want,’ and you should have seen how she pouted and bitched on her way out of here!” “I could tell dude! And if you’d been out two minutes earlier, you would have seen what’s-his-name leaking THREE of my loads while doing the same walk of shame,” both of us laughed at our shared experience of using a high bitch on a Saturday night. We passed the pipe around for a few hours and chatted about a bunch of shit, before he decided to call it a night, and I decided to call another unsuspecting jizz bag I’d met at a club. As I used the laced lube to pound a load into a medical student who was too high and mighty to smoke my favors, I thought about Peter, and wondered if he could hear the squeals coming from the blond gym bunny I was breeding. I only came out of my fantasy of Pete joining us and eventually becoming my steady cum-dumpster, when the drugged pre-med gym boy asked me to pull out before coming. Just for that I made sure to rape him especially hard when I pumped his ass full for the second time. His pupils were the size of his anus when I shoved him into the hallway, and I swear I heard my new neighbor chuckle when pre-med asked if we could do it again. For the next three months, life went on, with me splitting days at the office and the gym, and Pete splitting them between classes to get his business grad degree and working as a stock boy for best buy. We both lived for the weekends when almost every Saturday night we sat on his or my couch, rehashing our last twelve hours of fucking. Thank God Pete had grown up with a gay uncle and seemed totally unfazed by my talk of using the local college boys, and didn’t seem to mind that I got hard whenever he told me about his latest co-ed conquest. This also gave me a chance to find out all about him, discovering his background growing up with a single mother, working construction at 14 to make cash to buy a car and save up for school, putting himself through undergrad, and eventually discovering the joys of partying when he started dating a girl who dealt. It wasn’t until one night in fall that things began to change. Pete had been laid-off by the box store for a failed UA, which meant no money for drugs once his school bills, rent and expenses were paid. I was happy to provide a random bowl to the boy now and then, but we both realized he was too comfortable when he walked in on my dick balls deep in some ass. I would have been more upset but the interruption turned on the football stud I was fucking, causing his ass to tighten. My load shot in him right as Pete’s jaw dropped. Normally you’d think a straight guy would run for the hills, but football boy lit up the pipe and motioned for Pete to take a hit, which seemed to be all the invitation he needed to stick around and smoke. I knew some of Pete’s regular pussy had dried up when he could no longer afford Tina, but it had never occurred to me he might be so hard up as to try some dude ass. Sadly, I think the football stud was too butch, so Pete only stayed to smoke the rest of the bowl, before I went back to the ass at hand, and he went back to his apartment. The rest of my fuck session, the wheels were turning in my head, wondering how I could turn all these factors to my advantage. Once I kicked the linebacker out, Pete came over and apologized profusely, at which point I made it clear that I was not a dealer, and would no longer be loading bowls for him. I waited until he looked defeated before pretending to take pity on him by saying he could always still join me for a bowl when I was loading it for a hook-up. Sure enough, my plan worked like a charm. Although all the boys I hooked up with were muscular, I knew I’d need to find a smooth one, who was more on the swimmer’s build side if I was going to keep Pete from running away as soon as the pants came off. The next weekend I invited over a slightly effeminate teenager I’d met when he and some high school friends finished swimming at my gym’s pool When he arrived, I warned him that my “hot, straight neighbor” might be joining us for some partying before he got fucked. He said that was fine, since he wasn’t even sure he was in the mood to get fucked (yeah right), and was only looking to try partying. As soon as the smooth sweet boy crossed my threshold around lunchtime, Pete was knockin’ at my door. He seemed nervous with my young guest eyeing him, until the first hit crossed his lips, becoming loose and happy. Before the first bowl was through, the prudish teen was sliding his hand down my shorts and whispering how badly he needed to see my monster dick. I loaded fat bowl number two and asked Pete if he minded us getting started. His mouth wanted to say for us to stop, but the pipe in my hands made him say “no problem.” Pete tried to keep his eyes on the bi-bareback porn on my 55” plasma, and away from the slowly undressing teen boy only three feet away, but it was no use. I could tell he was enthralled when the boy slid off his jeans and briefs, uncovering a peaches and cream colored butt. I made sure to keep the boys ass facing Pete as he sank to his knees and unzipped my shorts. Usually nothing can distract me from the first moment a new boy takes my cock into his mouth, but instead I watched Pete’s shock while the teenager popped out my beast. I tried to be discrete while I watched Pete’s reaction to me getting an inexperienced blow/hand job, but his eyes were so locked into my big throbbing cock that fire works could have been going off and he’d never have noticed. I cleared my throat, making him jump, before my eyes motioned to the pipe he’d been holding, and not smoking ever since my cock appeared. He took a hit before shakily handing me the pipe. I shot gunned into the boy’s mouth before pushing his head back down onto my cock, and then slid my other hand down his back and worked a spit-covered digit three knuckles deep up his hole. He tried to cough up my cock and wriggle away from my second finger, but I just pushed his head down further. Pete’s hand was now down his pants, stroking what seemed to be a good seven or eight inch cock, as far as his carpenter’s jeans would reveal. Reaching to the side table, I grabbed my laced lube and slathered some over my fingers before returning to the teenage hole. It must have burned when the mix of tina, lube and my three fingers pierced his hole, but he stopped complaining once the stuff kicked in. I was in hog heaven, with a blond twink swallowing most of my prick, backing his ass up, trying to swallow my hand, while Pete seemed a second away from whipping out his cock and beating it right there. I needed to push him over the edge, so I got his attention and told him to load another bowl. While he grabbed my sack and loaded bowl number three, I pulled blondie to standing, kicked his legs apart and had him straddle my waist. He thought it was time to make out, but no way was I going to miss the show across the coffee table. I pulled the boys head to the side and chewed on his neck, while I lined my cock up to his hole. Pete took a gigantic hit and almost choked to death exhaling it, but never closed his eyes as my cock forced its way into the hole perched above it. The teen cried out and tried to back off of it, but I reached out and grabbed the pipe from Pete’s hand just in time to pass it to the boy, distracting him. Pete muttered something that sounded like “fuck yeah,” as the boy took a big hit and shot gunned it to me. Once the boy set down the pipe, I gripped both of his small hands behind his back in my right hand, grabbed him by the neck with my left and punched most of my cock into his ass. I covered his mouth with mine just in time to catch his scream, which was the deciding moment for Peter. In a flash, Pete’s jeans and boxer briefs were at his knees and his right hand began to pound away at a respectable 7 and a half inch cock. I pounded the teen’s ass in rhythm with Pete, as I took in the awesome sight. Shining with sweat like the rest of him, his hard on was not too thick, cut, with a slight bend in it, topped by a perfect fat head, surrounded by trimmed pubes, except for his big sagging balls, which he had shaved smooth. Pity, I thought, once I seduced and trained him, I’d make sure he didn’t trim so I’d have something to tug on when he is bad. I thought I could have been eternally satisfied just from this glancing moment of masturbation, until he hocked a loogey into his other hand, slicked it around his middle finger, and sank it up his hole, pounding it in and out in sync with me. I locked eyes with him briefly, and mouthed “one more finger,” and like a good hypnotized slave, he added another. His face tensed up and I worried momentarily that I’d pushed too far, too fast, until I recognized that face, and glanced down just in time to see a week’s worth of cum start shooting all over his chest, neck, chin and even a drop on his lips. His fingers popped from his hole making a squish sound, while his lungs worked over time to recover from his massive release. With sweat dripping from his brown hair all the way down his pecs and mingling with his cum load, he looked exactly as I’d pictured him, only real. One drop of sweat from his nose hit his lip next to the cum, and, without thinking, his tongue snaked out and lapped up both. Upon seeing him unknowingly swallow his sperm, my balls jumped, and I pushed the teen all the way down on my dick, having briefly forgot that he was not as slutty as the football stud or some of my other regulars. He cried out loudly as he hopped off my cock, turning around and revealing his hard on to Peter. As if the spell had been broken, Peter’s eyes focused on the boy’s 5 inch almost hairless penis and revealed panic. The teenager began to bitch about it hurting and needing a break as he took a hit and smiled at Peter, who was already dressed and using the boy’s tee shirt to wipe off his cum. Stammering about homework, Peter took one last horrified look before tossing the shirt back in the room and making his escape. “That was weird, where’d he have to go?” The twink’s question made me furious, mostly because I somehow blamed him for scaring Pete away. I threw the boy over my shoulder and carried him into my bedroom, tossing him on the bed. I told him to shut his eyes, and like a fool he did so, just long enough for me to handcuff him to the headboard. I fucked his hole for four hours, all while envisioning Pete’s cum shot. I’ve never used a new hole the way I used his that afternoon, but I didn’t regret a moment of it, even when he screamed so loud I had to back hand him or when he left in tears. (He called me two days later to see if I’d do it again, so I’m pretty sure he didn’t regret it either.) I was about to jump in the shower, when I heard a knock at my door. Oh great, I thought, blondie is back to cry some more. Nothing ever surprised me more or made me happier than finding a shirtless, smiling Pete. Part 2 “So is the blond bitch gone?” Pete said, walking past me into the living room, picking up my pipe and taking a hit. “Yeah, just kicked his ass out. Figured five loads was enough in one teenager today.” I snatched up my sack and offered to load a fresh bowl. “Five? Nice! Sorry I couldn’t stick around, just had to peace-out after that.” Pete said, watching me start the fresh bowl, and licking his lips, reminding me of the cum he’d eaten off of them earlier. “No worries, just figured you freaked getting off while I fucked a dude and you fingered yourself” I tried to gauge from his smoke intake whether or not this would send him back into the awkward guilty phase he’d been in earlier, but his smooth exhale revealed nothing. “Nah man, I’ve had plenty of fingers up my ass before.” This time I coughed, choking more on his words than my smoke. “HA! I figured that’d blow your mind man. I never told you cause I figured you’d try and pull some gay shit on me, but I’ve been fingering my ass since a friend showed me a book that mentioned it when I was 14, man! And you know there is nothing better than having some bitch fiddling with your hole when you cum in her twat…or, well I guess you don’t know. But seriously, I just got weirded out cause I forgot you were fucking a dude till right that second. I’m expecting him to turn around with tits and twat, and instead I get abs and cock, it threw me.” I laughed, and suddenly all was right in the world again. Pete began coming over whenever I had company, unless the guy wasn’t into partying or something, in which case I’d tell him I was busy and he’d wait for the dude to leave. Mostly, he’d smoke a bowl, and leave as the action got started or just ignore it until we moved to the bedroom and he’d disappear across the hall. Sometimes, if the guy was feminine enough or could really suck and ride my cock, Pete would stick around, although it took months for him to get comfortable enough to start jerking in front of me again. One Friday night a top buddy of mine and I went club hopping and brought back a sweet young freshman. Smooth from his eyebrows down for swim team, and only about 5’5”, he was begging to lose his innocence with his black curly hair, full lips, and crystal blue eyes. He kept the hair in a masculine style, and dressed very manly, but it did little to hide how pretty he was. Once we got him back, my buddy admitted to slipping some g in the boy’s drink, which explained why he had gone from uptight and against everything to care-free, and into anything. Soon enough he was stripped down, and putting on a thong with the superman logo on the crotch that he found in my underwear drawer. We immediately called him Superboy, which made him giggle and start in on some story, so we kept his mouth busy with the pipe and our cocks. Usually Pete was out trolling for tail on Fridays, but around 30 mins after we got home, I received a text from him, asking if he could stop by and smoke. I figured this wouldn’t be his scene, until I looked up and realized that, in his thong, superboy looked very fem, especially with my cock in his mouth, purring around my cock as my buddy ate his pink hairless hole. I texted okay. Two minutes later, after a slight pause when he realized I wasn’t alone, Peter was perched in an arm chair, hands in his ball shorts, growing a sizable puddle of precum and sucking at the pipe. My buddy tried to get him to join us when Superboy went to use the bathroom, at which point Pete explained he was only there to look, not touch. My buddy laughed and asked him if he wanted any G then. Pete looked stumped till I explained what it was. He probably would have answered no, but my buddy knew Pete’s type, and mentioned that the three of us has had double what we’d give him. Truthfully, between Superboy, my buddy and me, we had taken double the amount Peter would get, we just didn’t specify that most of it had been unknowingly taken by Superboy. Pete, true to form, replied "Okay, I'm sure I can handle a small dose." Superboy got back just in time to see Pete make a face as he swallowed a cap full of G. At this point I’d had enough of prepping Superboy’s ass, and decided it was ready for dick. Without removing his super thong, I pulled him into my lap, pushed aside the thong strap and shoved my lubed fingers into his hole. Luckily his mouth was full of my buddy, so he couldn’t scream if he wanted to. Working quickly from two to three to four digits, I whipped them all out, before replacing them with about eight inches of my cock. Superboy flailed and tried to escape, but my buddy would have none of it, holding his arms while I began to thrust up and down, in and out of the hairless pink hole. From Pete’s angle in the arm chair, I was sure it looked exactly the same as if two 30 year old straight guys were pounding a short-haired high school girl. The illusion was further perfected by Superboy’s nipples pointing straight out from our twists and pulls, not to mention the fact his small pecs could be interchangeable with a young girl’s breasts. I wondered if I could get Pete to join in if I’d had a bra or a wig on super boy, but was surprised to glance over and find Pete fully nude, fingers in his ass, pounding away on his dick. My buddy had his back to Pete, which was probably the only thing saving Pete’s ass from getting raped. This didn’t stop Superboy’s ass from a raping though, as I was now standing upright, pounding away at his hole, all the way in and out each time. My buddy couldn’t stand it, and decided to pull Superboy off his cock just long enough to flip him around. My moan of disappointment was matched only by Superboy’s whimper, until my buddy shoved his extremely fat 7 inch dick into his hole. Superboy babbled something unintelligible just long enough for me to tell him to shut up before I had my cock deep in his unwilling throat. My eyes dared not linger on Pete, since I didn’t know if I should draw any attention to his frantic, passionate hand job, but I could see enough to know he seemed frustrated that he hadn’t shot yet. He once told me he couldn’t cum when he’d tried weed and tina together, and I figured the gina/tina combo was having the same effect. This didn’t stop his dick from pouring buckets of precum out over his fist, to the point where he was scooping it up in his other hand and using it as anal lube, which gave my balls a tingle. Now the main reason I didn’t often join my buddy in threesomes was his stamina. When I party, I like to fuck for hours, sometimes even a whole day. He was more the type to get the hottest ass he could, and fuck it savagely till he dropped his load, then bail. And that’s precisely what happened. Instead of watching for warning signs and suggesting he pull out or take a break, I was trying to discreetly watch Pete while choking Superboy till he was red in the face. So when I heard my buddy yell ‘I’m gonna fuckin cum!’ I knew I was too late. Superboy pulled away just long enough to try mumble something. “Don’t in me, no cum, Don’t cum in me!” Too late I thought as my buddy’s fingers gripped tightly into Superboy’s hips. He was balls deep shooting a thick juicy load where no man had shot before. Superboy whimpered but I shoved him back on my cock as my buddy finished cumming and slowly pulled out. Pete was suddenly aware of how naked he was, and pulled his underwear up over his leaking dick. I groaned a little when I saw that unlike his usual CK boxer briefs, he was wearing a pair of silky tighty-whiteys. The material bulged conspicuously around his hard on, but didn’t let his precum seep through as I expected. “Well boys, I’ve lubed him up for you, so get some man hole while the getting’s good.” My buddy slid on his jacket as the final layer of clothing, picked up some Tina from the table, and pushed it deep into Superboy’s ass. He reached down to get the G, before noticing Pete, who still couldn’t keep his hands off of his brief-encased stiffy. “I’m gonna leave the Gina for you boys, just in case.” He winked at me as he said this, and headed out the door. I released Superboy from my dick finally, which allowed him to slip his button down shirt over his exposed shoulders, buttoning a single button near his pectoral muscles and was surprised that he still seemed eager to keep going. “Lets smoke another bowl, but can we do it in the bedroom? It’s not comfortable getting fucked standing up.” He smiled and grabbed my dick. Pete looked worried, since the bedroom was usually his cue to leave. “You’re welcome to join us for some more,” I said, indicating the pipe and baggy I was collecting for the journey. “I dunno, if you guys want your privacy-” Pete stood nervously, while still palming his hard on. “Not even a little bit man,” Superboy knelt and began dividing the remaining Tina on the coffee table into two lines. “I’m down for whatever, whoever, whemever, I mean whenever. Fuck this stuff has my head flying.” “You guys finish those lines and I’ll get us some drinks and we’ll all meet in the bedroom.” I walked into the kitchen with the Gina, Tina, pipe and torch, quickly mixing some rum and cokes, both Pete’s and Superboy’s with a little extra Gina. I looked out into the living room as I balanced all the goodies and drinks on a tray, and witnessed Superboy refusing to move to let Pete do his line. “if you want this line, you’ll have to come get it.” Pete moved in behind Superboy, laying his full front, woody and all, against Superboy’s ass and back. I heard Pete’s loud sniff, but watched as he continued to press his weight against the tight smooth buns below him. “I’m straight dude,” Pete said, almost too quietly for me to overhear. “That’s cool, just think of me as your high-school sweat heart until I’m done with this bump.” Superboy sniffed his line, while pulling one of Pete’s hands around him, under his shirt and onto his girlish nipple. They both swayed slightly as Superboy finished the line and leaned back till they were upright and moaning quietly. Pete’s other hand dropped between them and I wondered where it was headed until I heard Superboy’s moans. “Uhhhh, yeah, finger my pussy.” Superboy and Pete held that position for a minute, making my dick throb and produce a nice thick drop of semen, which I caught in Pete’s glass before it could sag to the counter. Superboy’s hands were now working their way behind him, probably all over Pete’s cock. Finally I coughed and walked with the tray and goodies into the bedroom. As if they’d been caught robbing a bank, both boys shot to standing and began to walk in behind me, although Pete’s hand remained between Superboy’s cheeks. “Pete, can you grab the torch from in there when you come,” I said, causing Pete to finally pull out his cummy finger, and turn around, searching for a torch he wouldn’t find. Superboy joined me in the bedroom, and, as planned, I took this moment to push my plans further. “You are so fucking sexy, you are making me so hard, and I really want to see my friend Pete fuck you, would you like that?” I whispered into his ear while undoing his shirt button, and tying the shirt tales into a loose knot. This gave a hint of shadow on Superboy’s chest, which looked more and more like ladies cleavage, especially with his hard nips poking out under the material. "Fuck yes," he replied, "but he said he was straight,” whispered Superboy as I ran my fingers through his curls, making a few ringlets fall over his brow. “Don’t worry about that, just make sure you don’t hold back on screams and moans when I’m fucking you. And if you get the chance, suck his dick, but don’t let him cum, okay?” He nodded okay and climbed onto the big bed, taking the pipe and hitting it. “Oh here it is Pete, never mind.” I shouted to him, while putting in a bi porn on the 48” tv in my room, one which featured two bigger dudes fucking a slim, smooth teenage girl who looked similar to Superboy (except for Superboy’s thong-covered Tina dick). Pete came in right as the film started, stroking his cock through his tight briefs. I handed Pete the pipe and his drink, and then slid onto the bed between Superboy’s legs. I began kissing his sweet chest and pulled the shirt aside just enough to suck on one nipple. Superboy moaned, ignoring the pipe Pete was trying to hand to him. I grabbed it instead and shot gunned a huge hit to Superboy. “Why do you do that?” I looked at Peter when he asked the question? He was sitting on the bed next to me and Superboy, stroking his hard on and fingering his tight hole. I shoved a few fingers in Superboy’s ass and handed him the pipe while I answered. “It is like getting a second hit. You inhale what the other person exhales and get twice as high.” Peter looked skeptical. “If you wanna try it and see, take a shot gun from Superboy here.” Superboy was about to light up, giggled at his nickname, and smiled at Pete. Pete, looking conflicted, downed most of his rum and coke (and g) and nodded in agreement. He leaned down to Superboy’s soft lips and took the shot gun. His lips floated a half inch from Superboy’s, until I “accidentally” pushed his head down so they kissed while it happened. Pete didn’t stop kissing Superboy as he re-exhaled the smoked from his nose. Meanwhile, I had slipped Superboy’s legs over my shoulders, and began to fuck his ass. I pulled Superboy to the end of the bed with my dick still in his ass, breaking his kiss with Pete. Flipping Superboy on this stomach, with my dick still in him, I began fucking him harder while taking a big hit. To my shock, Pete sat up, finished his drink, and leaned in to shot gun with me. This time, he went in fully and our lips met as I exhaled into his sucking mouth. He exhaled back into mine while I held his head close and continued to make out with him. At this angle, Pete’s dick was close enough to Superboy’s mouth, that he easily began to suck his dick. Pete moaned as we continued to kiss, and I played with his nipples and chest hair while I fucked Superboy’s ass. Pete reached behind himself and began to finger his hole with three fingers, which gave Superboy an idea. He grabbed my hand that was on Pete’s chest, put it on Pete’s cock, and then slid his head beneath Pete’s open legs and began rimming and fingering his hole, all of which I could see in the dresser mirror behind them. This was far too hot for me, and suddenly I could feel my load surging into my urethra and out into Superboy’s ass. “Fuck I’m cumming inside him,” I said, pulling away from the kiss. Pete’s eyes widened as he looked down and grabbed my balls, feeling them pulse into Superboy’s ass. His hand on my nether regions made me cum even harder, and I pulled him back into a kiss as I stroked his cock. Finally his squeezing and Superboy’s ass was too much, so I pulled out and excused my self into the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face, I could hear rearranging in the bedroom and I was afraid Pete might be trying to leave. I peeked-out the door and smirked as I saw Superboy forcing Pete onto his back, straddling his hard cock, and sinking it into his hole. “No, I’m straight man, we can’t do…” He trailed off, the G obviously impairing his thought process. His hips involuntarily began thrusting up into Superboy, and I walked out to join them. Pete was so high he barely noticed me taking a few big hits off the pipe in a row and shot gunning them into his mouth. He repeatedly sucked on my tongue and made out with me after each hit, becoming more and more open to my ministrations. I moved down between his legs and inserted a large crystal as far up his ass as my fingers could go, happy to see that his butt was thoroughly cleaned out, probably from his Friday night ritual of fuck prep, in case some girl fingered him. I worked my thick fingers into his hole while Superboy worked his ass up and down over the hard on. The frustration was beginning to show on Pete’s face when four of my fingers were inside him and he was still no closer to cumming. Time for the pièce de résistance in my brilliant plan. Earlier in the evening Superboy said he had an early swim practice the next morning and absolutely had to leave by 3:00 A.M. I pulled out of Pete’s ass and walked into the living room and began to collect Superboy’s clothes into a neat pile by the bathroom door, while writing a text. Returning to the bedroom, I pulled my strategically placed briefs off my clock radio, revealing that it was almost 4:00. “Hey boy, didn’t you need to leave by 4:00?” I reminded Superboy while taking a big hit and shot-gunning it into Pete’s mouth. “Fuck it. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Reluctantly I pulled away from Pete’s sweet lips. The little shit was going to ruin my plan. “Are you sure? I texted my buddy and he said he’d be happy to come back and give you a ride to the dorms, he lives only a few minutes away, so he should be here any minute.” The idea he might get a free ride seemed to pause his drug-filled mind. Right on time my doorbell rang, and sure enough, it was my buddy. Just like I figured, he’d had enough time away to get hard again, and seeing Pete fuck Superboy had him naked in no time. Superboy screamed a little as my buddy’s cock slid in to Superboy’s ass next to Pete’s cock, but it only took a moment for him to get used to it before he begged for more. I knew he’d be sore and ripped apart tomorrow, but if anything that only made me happier, especially seeing how hard his previously tiny cock had gotten. I focused all my attention on my buddy for the next five minutes, rimming his hole and pinching his nips. Finally he grunted and began to shoot into Superboy again, fucking him so hard he fell forward, and Pete’s cock slipped out into the cool air. Superboy kissed Pete and jerked his own cock, before spewing a small load onto Pete’s belly, which hardly fazed Peter. My buddy, as habit would predict, was ready to go. It was a good thing Superboy’s clothes were neatly stacked, otherwise he wouldn’t have been dressed in time to get the ride I promised. Before Pete could even sit up, Superboy and my Buddy were gone, supposedly to drop him off, but more likely ending up with Superboy chained to my buddy’s headboard for another load. Pete groggily sat up and sucked at the pipe I was lighting for him, eagerly exhaling into my mouth before kissing me deeply. “Damn man, I rurly wunted to cum in thet cunt, but my dick wudn’t shooooot.” Pete was the perfect mix of high and g-drunk, stroking his cock and fingering his hole as best he could in that state. “Well I might be able to get you off if you’ll let me try something Pete.” I said, before taking another hit and shot gunning it into his mouth. He wrapped an arm around my neck causing our chests to rub together. Giving in, I rolled around with him on the bed for a few moments, before repeating my offer. “Hmmm? Zure, goferit.” Pete said before kissing me again. He seemed to be really into making out now. He’d told me once it was his favorite thing to do when he was drunk and about to fuck some girl, and although I usually didn’t enjoy it very much, I was hard as a rock knowing I was one of two guys who had kissed him, and would be the first to make him cum while doing it. He whined a little as I pushed him back onto the bed, and spread his legs. I easily worked four fingers into his hole, and every time I pressed one against his prostate, it elicited a moan and some precum, which I used to lube my cock. Neither his dick or mine had ever been as large as they were now, at least to my knowledge, so I prayed I wouldn’t have to work too hard to force my fat dick inside him. Luckily, the booty bump I’d given him, combined with his g-state worked like a charm. “Oh fuck.” Was all he could mutter while I slid my entire cock, inch by inch, into his tiny hole, his knees bent over my forearms. His eyes were screwed shut, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain that I could see. His cock throbbed and leaked more precum than before, and I only paused for a quick hit and shot gun before beginning my assault. He clawed at my shoulders and made out with me like a starving whore while I worked my way from sweet gentle love making to hardcore ass breeding. I wouldn’t allow his hands near his cock, since I could feel his prostate pulsing with each thrust. Sweat began to pour off of me in buckets as I pounded away, covering us both in a sweet smelling sheen. “Open your eyes Peter, and look at the cum dump you’ve become.” I sat up, hooked Pete’s ankles over my shoulders and began my nastiest, rough fuck while Pete’s eyes locked onto my root disappearing under his balls with each stroke. He looked away, presumably in shock or disgust, only to catch a better view in the dresser mirror. “Oh fuck, yer all thuh way in.” He slurred, reaching up and jacking his dick. I glanced up and witnessed the same thing, and knew it would only take a moment for my balls to empty. Silently, I prayed I’d get him off too, but honestly, I was getting mine in the ass I’d coveted for months, so what did I care? So I sped up, and lifted my self further onto him , so he was now bent in half, getting fucked deeper than almost any boy in the bed before him, and jerking his cock only a few inches from his own mouth. “Oh shit, Erm Comma!” His indiscernible moaning meant little to me, until I felt his hole spasm, and looked down in time to catch one, two, three…in total eight streams of white jizz paint his pecs, neck, chin, lips and tongue. This started my own orgasm and I barely remained conscious while pumping my biggest (at least it felt like my biggest) load ever into his previously virgin hole. I collapsed next to him, with his legs splayed awkwardly, one under me, the other on my legs. Smiling, Peter licked the cum from his lips, and I quickly scooped more up, rubbing it on my own face. He leaned in and we made out some more, while I made him suck up every drop of cum he’d spilled. “Derit agen.” He said, half asleep a few minutes after we’d stopped kissing, now spooned with my hard on against his ass. “Excuse me jizzrag, did you say something?” I said, while jerking his dick back to hardness. His eyes lazily opened, he grabbed my cock, and sloppily tried to insert it back into his hole. “Do it Uhgen. Pleeeeeez.” Aha, do it again please. I smirked, lined up my dick with his hole and forced it back in. He whimpered and tried to roll out from under me, possibly regretting this request, but I was going to “derit agen” now, one way or another. I rolled on top of him and used his hole some more, first doggie style, then on his stomach, and finally with him bent over the side of the bed. I came twice more inside him before rolling him on to the bed and discovering a small jizz slick where he’d cum from rubbing against the bedspread while I pounded his pussy. I made him lick it up, and upon seeing his ass in the air and tongue slurping up his load, I couldn’t help fucking him full of a fourth final load as the sun rose outside my window. I smoked another bowl with him while trying to understand what he was mumbling about. “Thet wuz duh best fuck ever bruh.” He was sober enough now to stand and slide his briefs back on, before stumbling out to the living room to find the rest of his clothes. “Best ever huh? You think you want to try it again?” I said, shot gunning more smoke into his mouth. Now he pulled away once the smoke had cleared from his mouth, telling me he was aware enough to avoid kissing. “Yez, I wanna cum in that lul smooth super guy necks time ok?” He was fully dressed now, and taking a hit. I turned his mouth towards me for a shot gun, but he turned away and exhaled. The spell was broken. “I needs to get sum sleep, k? See ya lates.” He stumbled across the hall into his apartment, which he’s apparently left unlocked for the whole time. I was too wired to sleep, so instead I went into my bedroom and pulled a remote from behind the headboard. A few buttons pushed, and suddenly I was watching the view from my hidden camera, beginning when Superboy came into the bedroom. I laid back and began to jerk, loaded another bowl, and puffed while chatting with some cum-sluts online until I passed out around 9am. Chapter 3 I woke up around 1pm, blinded by the sunlight coming in my bathroom window. I got up and took a piss, showered and ate some food before I realized my tv was on and still showing the fucking from the night before. So it really had happened, I thought, when I watched as I fucked Pete’s ass for the fourth time before he got dressed and left. I rewound until right before the first time I entered his hole, and zoomed in on his hole. Thank god I’d fucked him at the angle I did that first time, because I had an almost perfect shot of his tight ass as I slid inside him. My cock jumped and some precum shot out into my jockstrap under my shorts. Suddenly it occurred to me that this video might be the only thing I’d have left of my friendship with Pete, and that was okay. I knew I’d seeded his ass and there’d be no way he could forget it with how much cum he’d be leaking today. Plus, if he decided to cry rape, I’d show him the video where he asked for it numerous times and smoked illegal substances, and I’d be off scott free. Still, the semi-decent human being inside me made wonder if he’d be okay, so I went across the hall to check. I knocked lightly, in case he was asleep, but the still unlocked door swung open slightly. Good sign he’s still passed out or unaware of what happened, I thought, until I heard moaning coming from his bedroom. Quietly I walked to his bedroom door, and peered inside. My dick jumped again when I saw Pete laying on his mattress on the floor, jerking his dick as hard as he could, with something resembling a cucumber going in and out of his ass. Another dick jump occurred when I looked at his laptop screen and saw the video he was watching: a young guy, much like Pete, balls deep in a tranny, while a 30-something body builder, somewhat like me, was balls deep in the young guy. Right as the body builder pulled out and shot on the young guys hole, before shoving his cock back in, Pete started to moan and use both hands to pound away at his dick. Nothing happened, to my disappointment, and Pete’s too. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, why can’t I fucking cum now?!?!?” He tossed the laptop on to the bed next to him and stormed across the room to his desk chair, sitting down and forcing the cucumber all the way in. He continued to pound his pud and moan for a few more minutes before his moans turned into words. “Damn it fuck my pussy-ass you son of a bitch, cum up my cunt so I can cum.” I had heard enough. Tip-toeing back to the front door, I knocked loudly before banging it open. “Hello, Pete? It’s me man, you left your door open.” I loudly walked towards his bedroom, as I heard him scramble to catch the door before I got there. “Pete? You okay man?” “Don’t come in here man! I’m, uh, I’m not dressed.” The door slammed and a lock clicked into place. I smiled and sat down, imagining him sliding the cucumber out and hiding it, along with his laptop, hunting for shorts, sweating bullets that I was this close to catching him begging for me or some imaginary faggot to breed his hole. He emerged a few minutes later to find me shirtless, smoking a fresh bowl and watching his TV. “Sup Pete? Thought you might need a bowl after all the shit that went down last night?” I smiled and handed him the bowl, which he reluctantly took. I was obvious in checking out his stiff dick through his shorts, before winking at him. He blushed and took a huge rip off the pipe. “About last night –” He inhaled again, but I moved in quickly and forced him to shot gun it into my mouth, while I palmed his dick. He froze, moaning, and puffing back into my mouth before coming to his senses and pushing me off. “Stop it dude! I wanted to tell you, last night was a mistake man. I don’t know what I was thinking, but it can’t happen again, you get me?” “That’s bullshit and you know it Pete,” I said while sliding my hand up his shorts and teasing his asshole with my finger. “You enjoyed that shit as much as anyone else there, hell you begged for me to fuck you more. So be a fucking man and at least admit you wanted it. Otherwise your slutty ass can find a new sugar daddy to support your partying.” He sat, silent and stunned while I continued to finger his hole. I held the pipe out with my other hand, offering him the opportunity to admit he wanted more of the Tina and my cock without needing to say it. Torn, he closed his eyes and reached out. Smiling, I handed him the bowl, and slid off his shorts while he took another hit. So almost nine months after we first met, bonding over our shared experiences of filling slutty holes with our cum loads, here we were. Me, reaffirmed as the best fucker in the building. Him, torn down and transformed into a cum-loving cunt, happiest when getting high and used as a cum dumpster. The rest of that day I spent using his holes all over that apartment, and by nightfall, he was finally learning how to deep-throat and take my cock balls deep without complaining. He avoided me for a couple weeks while his hole healed up, but soon enough he was spending every other night bouncing on my rod. Eventually I began letting him join me in fucking some of my regulars and even showed him how to pick up dudes in bars and online. He’d invite over some of his exes or some bitch from work or school, and fuck her till she was sore, but I had him trained well, so he’d only cum with me inside him. Once the year was up, he cancelled his lease and moved into my second bedroom, only spending time in there to study, change clothes, and sleep one off. The rest of the time we were in my room, building our reputation as the hottest top couple in the area. Every time some new college boy comes over, we use him till he needs crutches, kick him to the curb, and spend the rest of the night with my cock in his ass. I might grow tired of him at some point, but he recently introduced me to our new neighbor, a law student who’s fiancé lives across the country and doesn’t know how much he’s begun to enjoy partying and watching porn with the dudes across the hall. Tonight he’ll be joining us and Superboy for some Tina, porn and drinks. Pete told him to clean up and out in case we find some bitch to fuck who likes to eat ass. Lawyer boy loves that idea. I hope he loves getting bred too…

I figured I'd start a new thread for folks to discuss the 2022 midterm elections (in the US, obviously) and beyond. Most of the time, in midterm elections (those which happen two years into a president's four-year term), the party to which the president does not belong usually makes gains, sometimes substantial ones, in at least one chamber of Congress and often both. We've seen this happen in 2018, 2014, 2010, and 2006 this century, and for many of the elections of the late 20th century as well. You'd have to go back to 2002 (when the Republicans gained seats in both the House and Senate while George Bush was president) to find an exception, but then the country was newly at war then, and Bush was riding high on approval at the time. Five or six months ago, pundits were predicting "the usual" for this year's midterms, with the Democrats projected to lose the House and Senate both. Given that inflation has been running high and we've very possibly been in a recession for some months - recessions are easier to diagnose retrospectively - things should be weighing even more heavily in favor of the Republicans this year. And yet... Looking at the Senate, it's looking increasingly like the Democrats will not only hold control of the Senate, but likely (by a small margin, but still) make gains of 2 or 3 seats. What once looked like a bloodbath in the House - the GOP was salivating over possibly gaining 40 or more seats - is looking more like a very close match. In the five special elections held to fill vacancies this calendar year, the Democratic candidate has outperformed Biden's 2020 showing in their particular district in every one - that is, in districts Biden carried, the Democrat won it by an even wider margin, and in districts Trump carried, the Democrat came closer to defeating the Republican candidate than the spread between Biden and Trump. In Tuesday's Alaska special House rate, in fact, the Democrat flipped the district from R to D (the Republicans had held the seat for nearly 50 years). Granted, that was partly to do with Alaska implementing ranked-choice voting; had the state held traditional closed primaries, the R vote might have consolidated around Sarah Palin. But perhaps not: what the ranked vote results show us is that only about half the voters who initially selected the second Republican marked Palin as their second choice; the other half chose the Democrat. It's pretty clear that a significant number of Alaskans did not want Palin, even enough usually solidly Republican voters, that when the choice came down to a Democrat or Palin, they chose the Democrat. And part of that is due to Trump's enthusiastic backing of Palin. While his endorsed candidates are often winning GOP primaries - see, for instance, Blake Masters, Mehmet Oz, Josh Mandel - many of them are facing a stiff challenge in states the GOP used to win handily. Just as disgust over Trump fueled the 2018 House Blue Wave, and swept Joe Biden into office, his insistence on being the public face of every race both boosts his endorsee with the GOP hard-core base and hurts him with moderate GOP-leaning voters while driving up turnout among Dems. Then, too, despite people months ago despairing over any part of the Biden agenda passing, But since then, he's gotten the Infrastructure Bill passed (after how many "Infrastructure Weeks" under Trump?), and the "Inflation Reduction Act" (which includes climate change provisions, drug pricing caps, extending ACA subsidies, and more), and he's taken executive action on things like student loan forgiveness and others - all told, far more actual legislating and action than The Former Guy got done in four years. And lastly, we can't discount the effect SCOTUS's overturning of Roe is having on galvanizing voters to turn out. In ruby-red Kansas, an attempt to strip abortion rights from protection in the state constitution failed by a huge margin - roughly 60/40 against taking away abortion rights. In KANSAS, a state that hasn't gone for the Democrats in a presidential election since 1964. So what are your thoughts on how the midterms are going to turn out?

The sun, the bright long days and the heat of summer always makes me horny. The hotter and the more I sweat, the more I think about sex. The garage where I work, as a mechanic, is only a short walk to a local park. We're usually busier in the summer months servicing and maintaining customers cars so I can justify working late. It gives me the chance to earn a little extra cash and when I finish, usually at around nine o'clock, I can call in at the park or the public toilets, which are on my way home anyway, to see if there are any like minded guys hanging around. This particular Friday evening I'd stayed on a little later. I'd been changing the clutch on a customers car and wanted to get it finished as the workshop is closed at weekends and the guy needed it back ASAP. While the workshop is closed on Saturday the showroom is open so the guy could collect it from them. It had been a long hot sweaty day and I was filthy by the time I locked up at just after ten. I considered just going straight home for a shower and an early night but, I thought I may as well just see of there was anyone lurking around in the park. It was now late summer and the weather would be changing soon and the evenings getting darker. A few weeks and no one would be looking for any outdoor fun. I would be back trawling through the apps trying to negotiate my way through the time wasters. By the time I reached the entrance to the park it was already dusk. The main cruising area was off to the right and consisted of the public convenience with a copse behind. In size the copse was probably about a quarter of an acre and consisted of fairly dense beech, horse chestnut, oak and pine trees. If you knew where to look there were some small clearings with were perfect to get down and dirty with someone. I spent around fifteen minutes ambling through the trees on a circular path that leads through the center of the copse but, surprisingly for a warm summer evening, it was very quiet. The path then leads around to the left and eventually out by the public toilets. I had just turned onto this stretch of the path when I heard some movement to my right. I knew there was a small clearing here. It was a regular location for a quick meet. I parted some branches and saw a young guy on his knees in front of an older gentleman. I recognised the older man immediately. He was a regular to the park and I'd sucked his cock to his satisfaction a couple of times. He was leaning his back on a tree trunk while the younger guy was enthusiastically sucking his substantial cock and cradling his large hairy balls in one hand. The older guy saw me, looked over and smiled in recognition. I don't think the younger guy even registered I was there, he was so engrossed in sucking cock. I turned back onto the path. Having met the older guy before I knew he would soon blow a nice big load down the younger guys throat and be on his way home. Once he'd been satisfied he never hung around. He always delivered a nice big load though. The young guy was too young and skinny for my taste. It was dark now. Hot and humid. There was a storm coming. It had been threatening earlier in that day. The sky had been very dark around lunch time but, then the clouds cleared and the sun had be vicious in the afternoon. The workshop had been almost unbearable. It's tin roof amplifying the intense heat from the sun. I was sweating profusely now. Sure enough I began to hear drops of rain on the canopy above. The drops sounded heavy but well spaced. Any moment now, I thought, it's going be fucking torrential and I'll get soaked. I was only wearing my overalls and it had been so hot lately, nothing underneath. I was now about halfway back along the return path. I started walking a little quicker hoping to make cover before the deluge. I was just wishing I had just gone straight home when I saw two guys walking towards me. They were both quite large. Both were wearing T-shirts and shorts. It was dark but I could just make out one had a full beard and the other a goatee. These two were just my type. I love to feel a big belly on my back. They stopped infront of me blocking my path. The beard said "Hey, it's going to piss down, is there any shelter this way" pointing behind me. I said "No, the only shelter are the toilets behind you" Goatee said to Beard "We'd better go back then" Beard said "We aren't local, we've never been here before. Heard it was a nice place for an evening stroll" He smirked at me, then said "You lead the way, I presume that's where you're going " As I brushed past them I could feel my cock beginning to swell in anticipation. The rain had got heavier and I didn't want to hang around so I just said "Sure, let's go" As we walked I could feel their eyes on my arse and my cock now hard straining in my overalls. As we walked quickly along the path they asked what my job was and I told them. Beard told me he thought it was something like a mechanic as I looked kind of dirty. The way he said it, I knew exactly what he was thinking. About a hundred yards or so from the toilets the trees are less dense so, there was less cover from, the now torrential rain. The storm was in full flow and lightning was followed immediately by loud claps of thunder. I began running and the two guys behind me were struggling to keep up. I could hear their heavy foot steps and they were breathing deeply, panting with the effort. My hard cock and loose balls were being thrown around, up and down and from side to side in my loose overalls as I ran. I could feel wetness dripping in my crutch area to but, wasn't sure if it was coming from my cock or if it was just the rain in my soaked clothing. Finally we reached the toilet block. I was now completely soaked through. My overalls were dripping and stuck to my flesh from my neck and shoulders down my body to my legs. I looked at Beard and Goatee and they were the same. They were just as wet as me. Their wet T- Shirts revealed that Beard had both nipples pierced and some sort of tattoo on his ample belly. Goatee had a tattoo on the left side of his chest and only his right nipple pierced. Their shorts were clinging to them and I could clearly see the outline of a large flaccid cock under Beards shorts. Goatee had nothing visible at all. It was then that I noticed the skin on his face was very smooth. The Goatee was quite sparse and although he must have been at least forty years old he had the soft looking skin of a youth. The rain outside was even heavier now. Inside the toilet the only illumination was from a dim, low powered single bulb that barely lit the the place. The toilet was grim enough during daylight but, at night it looked squalid. Suddenly there was a very bright flash of lightning and with the extra illumination I could see Beard and Goatee removing their T-shirts. I could also see my cock sticking straight out, making a tent in my overalls. At that very moment the little bulb died. Another flash of lightning and I could see they were removing their shorts. Beards cock wasn't flaccid any longer. It was hard and huge. At least nine maybe ten inches long and as thick as a beer can. The lightning flash was over and I'd only had the briefest glimpse, but I could swear Goatee had no visible cock at all. Was Goatee really female, perhaps Beards wife? Fuck I thought, I'm not into women at all!

A condom

I was a poll supervisor for the last Canadian Federal election, it was one of the best jobs I've had, especially because of voter... the at my polling station before counting began. He was a clearly homeless man passing by, I was getting some air. He asked what was happening and when I said the federal election he asked if he could vote. I said absolutely you can, if you have ID. He had a photocopy of ID that listed the hospital as his residence (they do that to make life easier for them), I shouldn't have accepted it, not being original, but fuck if I hadn't been given the authority to decide. He was so damn happy to participate and get to have a say (I'm sure he voted for the leftist NDP, in a riding the conservative candidate won like 50+%). If only every citizen would feel that way.

Thinking back at it i was 8 when i started exploring and sucking cock. It was a friend that was a bit older than me. We used to watch his dads porn and id suck him off. I stopped when i was 16 to chase me desires to be with a girl. At 18 i found the adult arcades ans started to play again. But i did it rarely. I got married and at 35 i got divorced, then i truely began to explore andbecome the slut i am now

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

One more month to go for my castration. by this time Oct 3rd I will be sitting at home a new "Eunuch"

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!

Fuck...Adam is such a lucky li'l faggot...taking surfer cock and seed...And now the Baths!!!! A new li'l cum dump whore is born!!! Good boy!!!!!!!!!! Oink!!!!🧑🍑🍆💦💦🎇🔥😈🐷😛

In a relationship with my gf for 17 years now, with a gap of a year af few years back. Have been taking cock for longer than I now her. If we hadn’t started dating, I would’ve probably outed myself as gay and a crossdresser a couple of months later. I never stopped taking cock, although the action limited itself somewhat to me sucking of guys. When we started out we were fuckbunnies, that ended after a couple of years, and I started taking cock a lot more. Because of my relationship, I have been very hesitant of taking it bare. But when the cock was particularly hot, I have been known to. I agree with the opinion that sex is different from the emotional commitment and that both can coexist with different people. Somehow I think she does not share that opinion

Brian held Wyatt tight against him all night long. The two had started a routine and in the morning, Brian woke up and showered, getting ready for his work day. Wyatt had a more leisurely day planned, cleaning up the cabin and cooking dinner for his new husband. Brian left and Wyatt had to go to the clinic for the last of his shots. This shot was developed to help straight boys like Wyatt form a bond with the man who seeded them. The two would form a bond through the DNA of the man who bred him. Wyatt was explained the process and he really liked that he was falling in love with Brian. He cleaned up and headed to the clinic. He saw a few of the other boys from school there as well getting their shots. The shot was administered and Wyatt started walking back to their cabin, deep in his thoughts about when Brian came home after his ten hour shift in the mines. He didn't notice the two men following him as he was deciding on what to cook tonight. While Wyatt didn't notice the men, they sure noticed him. They were both big muscular men and like Brian, fully tatted. They walked at a faster pace and were quickly on either side of Wyatt. One of the men was black and the other middle eastern. The black guy asked Wyatt if he had a light for his cigarette. Wyatt had gotten into the habit of carrying a lighter for Brian. He reached into his pockets and that's when both men quickly jumped him and quickly subdued him. He was certainly match for the two bigger men. They half dragged half carried the frightened boy off the street and through the thick woods nearby. They had accomplished that without drawing attention to the whole thing. After a while, they arrived at another cabin that looked very similar to the one he shared with Brian. They pushed him through the door and leered at him. Wyatt recognized the look and was very afraid. "What do you guys want from me " he asked meekly. "Nothing that you aren't already giving to Brian " the black man said. Wyatt defiantly said that he belonged to Brian. He was already bonding to Brian. The middle eastern guy spat at Wyatt and said they had been waiting longer than Brian and that they felt robbed of their opportunity to get their own bitch. Wyatt was going to belong to them. Wyatt pleaded with them not to do this and that he was sure Brian would search for him. There was really no place in the cabin where they could hide him. They both grinned at this point and told him that's where he was dead wrong. The black man pulled the area rug up and a trap door was hidden under it. He opened the door up and dragged Wyatt down. He turned on the light and Wyatt could see that they had dug a basement under their cabin and it was equipped with a sling and a cage. Welcome to your new home boy he sneered. He pulled out a large knife and Wyatt thought he was going to cut him up right there. He didn't, instead he cut off every stitch of clothes Wyatt had on. Wyatt tried to cover himself with his hands and both men laughed. No need to be shy boy, we are going to get to know each other very intimately. Both men grabbed Wyatt and put him into the sling. He wrists were bound as were his ankles. He felt completely exposed and vulnerable. The men then started to undress themselves.

We need a forum thread of All Star Stories, the ones with the most reactions or comments.

Nice twist I hadn't expected! At first was thinking was his church going father! Hmmmm maybe later!

Part 8: Will gets a tattoo Dominic and I spent hours at his apartment watching porn. While I thought I had seen everything, it turned out that there was so much more to gay sex than I had ever known. We watched the video of me fucking Doctor Wade a few times, each time resulting in Dominic and I fucking our brains out. Though I bottomed most of the time, Dominic did take me back to his room where he laid down on his bed and lifted his legs, revealing his hairy hole. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I want to feel you unload in me,” he said. “From Doctor Wade’s comment, it sounds like you’re a real shooter.” We took a few hits of the poppers, Dominic giving me some lube he had stashed in his fridge. “It’s more poz cum,” he said. “Are you always collecting cum?” I asked. “Can’t let a good thing go to waste,” he told me. “There’s a group of guys I fuck with every once in a while who spend a whole night jerking off into a bowl. We split it up into bottles and take it home.” “And you have to be poz to go?” “That’s the requirement,” he said. “That, and you have to have a big dick.” “The next time you go,” I said, “can I come with you?” He smiled. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to come but you.” I lubed up and shoved my dick into his hole, watching as his eyes widened and his smile grew. “Fuck, is that what I feel like?” “That, plus two inches,” I said. I started pumping. I watched as Dominic fisted his dick, rubbing his thumb over his head, beads of precum oozing out. He collected the precum on his finger and held it out to me. I wrapped my lips around his fingers, tasting him. I had never tasted anything as good as him. “You’re a fucking natural,” Dominic said. “God, you dick feels amazing. I don’t think I even need to jerk off. I’ll come all on my own.” My pace quickened, shorter thrusts, rubbing his prostate in quick bursts. His body started shaking. “Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he said, his hand reaching out and grabbing my arms. “Oh, fuck me. Oh, God. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Ropes of cum shot out of his dick, hanging in the air before splattering down on his chest. I lost count of how many times he shot, but by the end, there was a pool of cum in his chest hair, leaking down his treasure trail, and collecting in his navel. The sight alone was enough to make me shoot. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I moaned, my body shaking as the orgasm took hold of me. It felt even better than with Doctor Wade. “Are you still cumming?” Dominic asked, watching as my face continued to contort. “Fuck, Son. You are impressive.” “I learn from the best,” I said, catching my breath. “Shit.” “What?” “I need to piss.” “Go ahead.” I started to slip out of his hole when Dominic grabbed my arms, his legs moving down to my waste, pulling me back inside him. “What are you doing?” “I said, go ahead,” he repeated. “What, inside you?” He nodded. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can.” “You haven’t tried,” he said. “Go on. Fill me up.” With my dick still in his hole, I concentrated as hard as I could until I felt a stream of piss shoot out into his guts. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, his hands leaving my arms and resting on his stomach. He massaged the cum around, mixing with his hair. “I can feel it. It’s so warm.” I kept pissing until I had to strain to get anything else out. Carefully, I pulled out my dick, a tiny spurt of piss shooting back and running down my leg. Dominic sat up, his asshole clenched shut. His hands remained on his stomach. “Feels good,” he said. “I didn’t know you liked piss,” I told him. “Piss, yes. Shit, no. Even I have my limits. How about you?” “Not sure,” I told him. “I watched some videos while you were gone. It seemed kind of hot.” “Let’s see what you think, then. Come on.” He maneuvered off the bed, his hole still clutched tight to keep my piss inside. I followed him to the bathroom where he pulled back the shower curtain and motioned me inside. “Lay down,” he told me. I did as he said. “I’m going to push your piss out of my ass and back onto you. Got it?” I nodded. Dominic turned around and pulled his cheeks apart, his hole staring me straight down. After a moment, a stream of piss shot out of his hole, hitting my chest. It was warm, dribbling through my chest hair and down toward the drain. As the piss kept coming, I found myself leaning forward until it was only an inch from my chin. Before I knew it, my mouth was open and my piss was shooting out of Dominic’s ass and into my mouth. “Fuck,” Dominic said, looking back and watching as my mouth filled with piss. The taste was strong, but it found it didn’t repulse me as much as I thought it would. Once it became too much to hold, I let the piss fall out of my mouth and over my body. At this point, Dominic had emptied his ass, my cum dribbling out at the end. “How was that?” “Hot,” I told him. “Warm, I mean.” “And hot,” he added. “Did you like it?” “I kinda did,” I told him. I ran my hand over my chest, feeling the warm liquid over my skin. There was something intoxicating about doing something dirty, something I knew I would have recoiled at a few weeks before. “Now it’s my turn,” Dominic said, pointing his dick at my face. “I want you to take it in your mouth, and this time, try swallowing some.” “Is that safe?” “Perfectly,” he said. “It’s a good way to fill your stomach. Are you ready?” I nodded. A golden stream of piss shot out of his dick, splashing on my chin before entering my mouth. It was warm and the taste was even stronger than my own. Once I knew it was about to overflow, I swallowed. The taste was even more prevalent as it went down my throat. It wasn’t a flavor I liked, but knowing that it was coming from Dominic made the whole experience worth it. I continued to drink down his piss, swallowing four times before he was empty. “That’s a good pig,” he said, shaking his dick and splashing me with drops. He reached out and took my hand, pulling me up. He stepped inside the shower and held me close, his mouth meeting mine. We kissed for what felt like forever. We took a shower, Dominic sticking his dick in me and pumping out a load so that we were both even. As we went to bed, he asked me a question. “Did you give any more thought to getting a tattoo?” “I did,” I told him. “I want to do it.” “Really?” “Yeah,” I said. “I want something that marks me as poz. I know I can’t let everyone know, but having something on me that shows who I am, what is in me, feels right. That way, when I’m not here with you, I can look at it and know that you’re still a part of me.” Dominic smiled and pulled me close, kissing me. “How about tomorrow? You come with me to work and we’ll do it then. I’ve got something I need to do tomorrow too. We’ll do it together.” “Absolutely,” I said. I’d never set foot in a tattoo parlor before, now, here I was, walking into the tattoo parlor owned by the man who pozzed me, ready to get a biohazard symbol on my body. Dominic took me back to a private room so no one would see us. He wanted this experience to be private, intimate. That was fine by me as I was starting to feel nervous. I watched as Dominic started to prepare the tattoo gun, my interest peeked as he went about his usual business. “Pretty cool, right,” he said. “A lot cooler than you watching me do my job,” I said. “I like watching you,” he told me. “It’s hot seeing you stand in front of everyone, commanding respect.” I never thought of my job as being hot. Knowing I had this secret while everyone around me saw Pastor Ryder instead was hot. Just thinking about I started to get a boner. Seeing Dominic handle the tools of his trade made my boner even more pronounced. It didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like someone’s excited,” he said. “Now, where did you want the tattoo?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “You’re the expert.” “How visible do you want it?” he asked. “On your arm, anyone can see it. On your bicep, only a few people can see it. On your chest, you can only see it when your shirtless, obviously. Mine, you can only see if my shirt and pants are off. On your ass, you can only see it if your naked or wearing a jock. We could always tattoo it on your dick.” “No,” I told him. “Not on my dick.” “So, where?” “Well,” I said. “I want it somewhere I can see it.” “So, not on your back.” “I don’t want it on my arm. I wear short sleeves at church.” “Not that anyone there would know what it means.” “They can Google.” “How about where mine is?” “Too close to my dick,” I told him. “How about on my chest?” “People will see it when your shirtless.” “Not many people see me shirtless.” “How about at the gym?” “I like showering at home.” “You’re missing some good fucks at the gym,” Dominic said. “Guys in the know like to see the symbol.” “I want it on my chest, right over my heart. That way I can see it. That way, when you fuck me, you can see it too.” “Sounds good,” he said. “You’ll need to shave your chest.” “All of it?” “Just where the tattoo will go. I’ve got some razors in that drawer along with shaving cream. Go into the bathroom and come back when you’re done.” I went to the bathroom and started shaving. I’d never shaved my chest before. Once hair started growing while I was in high school, I felt like a real man. I knew it would grow back, but I hated shaving it off. The tattoo would be seen underneath in the end. As I shaved, I felt my heart pounding beneath. Was I really going through with this? Too late to think about going too far, I realized, knowing poz cum was currently brewing in my balls. This was a minor step toward identifying as a poz man. I returned to Dominic, finding him in the process of tattooing himself. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Adding my fiftieth line,” he said, showing me his arm. Where there had been only four tally marks, there were now five, ten sets complete. “This one’s for you.” Looking at all the lines, I thought of all the men he had fucked, all the men he had converted. Was I just another one, marked on his arm and soon forgotten? What happened to all those men? Doctor Wade I had met, but what about the other forty-eight? “I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “I’m not thinking anything,” I told him. “You’re worried that you’ll become just another mark. You’re worried that I go through men like they’re nothing to me. That isn’t true. Yes, some of them were just quick fucks. Others wanted to be poz. I don’t connect to people as well as you might think. With you, with you it’s different. The sex is hotter, sure, but you’re a good man. I want to be around you. I want you always close to me. If it was possible for you to be the one to poz me, I’d do it. I’d want a part of you in me forever. Do you understand?” I nodded. I climbed into the chair and sat back, watching as Dominic readied the tattoo gun. He placed the stencil on my chest and transferred the ink. I looked down at the symbol, watching it as it pulsed above the beating of my heart. I wanted this. I didn’t turn away the entire time. I watched as the ink was injected beneath the skin. I felt calm feeling Dominic’s hand on my chest. After a few hours, he was finished. I left the chair and looked in the mirror, seeing myself, but different. Now, a black biohazard symbol adorned my chest. In the center were the initials D.M. “So that you’ll never forget the man who claimed you first,” Dominic said. “How could I forget?” I asked. “You’ll need to take care of the tattoo. You’ll moisturize the spot, keeping it clean. Don’t worry. The hair will grow back.” His smile widened. “Fuck, you’re hot.” His hands ran down my body, reaching my pants. He unbuckled them and slipped them off, moving me back to the chair. I pulled off my boxers, watching as he pulled down his pants, his dick flopping out. “Ready to continue earning that mark?” “Yes, Sir.” I spread my legs, opening my hole. “We’ve got no poppers,” Dominic said. “You’ll feel all of this.” He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his dick. He spit again and rubbed it on my hole. “Looks like your hole is already getting bigger. Clearly, we’ve been fucking a lot.” “Not possible,” I said. “Let’s test that theory,” he said, shoving his dick in my ass. It still hurt, but the pain turned to pleasure immediately. His thrusts started slow and then intensified. His eyes were focused on my chest. “Your chest was a good choice,” he said. He leaned down and bit my nipple, causing me to rise off the chair. “You sure you don’t want to pierce your dick?” “I won’t say never,” I groaned, catching my breath. “But not today.” In no time, Dominic blew his load in my ass, my load shooting up and catching in his chest hair. He almost fell forward, stopping himself. “We can’t get cum on your tattoo. We don’t want it to get infected.” “I’m already infected,” I told him, smiling, nodding to the tattoo. “Remember?” “I’ll never forget,” he said. “Let’s get cleaned up and head home. We can fuck there.” “Sounds good to me,” I said. My chest hair grew back, the tattoo still visible underneath the hair. From a distance, it was hard to see, but that made being shirtless a bit easier should someone see me. Several weeks went by, Dominic and I continuing to fuck whenever we could. There came a Sunday after church where we fucked in my office, and we were almost caught by Pastor Kline. As we dressed, Dominic said, “Have you ever wondered about Pastor Kline?” “What about him?” I asked. “He’s a good looking man.” “I guess,” I said. “To be honest, I think he looks a bit like my dad.” “Still hot,” he said. “Actually, I think he might be in the closet.” I turned to Dominic, surprised. “What? Pastor Kline? No. He’s married.” “Wouldn’t be the first time a gay man had a beard,” he said. “I think he’s hiding something.” I shook my head. “Just because you were right about me, doesn’t mean you’re always right.” “I’ve got a good track record,” he said, showing me the tally marks on his arm. “Ten of these were married men with a secret. In the end, I gave them a secret too big to conceal. Actually, two of them are together now, spreading their seed in New York.” “Don’t try anything,” I told him, “especially while I’m gone.” I was traveling back home to see my parents. My father was retiring, and they wanted me there for his party. Dominic couldn’t come with me unless we wanted to raise suspicions. “I'll only be gone for a week,” I told him. “I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ll be there Sunday. I’ll be back two days later. It’ll be fine. Just stay out of trouble.” “Will do,” he said. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ As of now, we're about 48 pages into the story. I've got a total of 100 pages (and counting) written, but I'm not sure if I'll upload everything. We'll see what happens. I have no conclusion in mind, meaning almost everyone could be toxic by the end.

Part 12 I woke up in the middle of the night. The lights were on and I still had my dick in my right hand with my bottle of poppers. My stomach and chest were all sticky from the load I had shot a few hours earlier. I placed the poppers onto the bedside table, turned the lights off and slid into the sheets, still all dirty with my cum. I dozed off almost instantly until the morning. The first day of the conference was as expected, extremely busy, running around everywhere, reconnecting with professional connections in person, especially after a two-year pandemic hiatus. I was trying as hard as I could to stay focused on work, but my mind was constantly going to what was going to happen that evening. I was thinking I was about to take knowingly my first poz load. I was both excited as hell and scared like shit at the same time, even with the knowledge I would probably be okay with PrEp eventually. I was constantly checking my phone, secretly hoping he would cancel, and I had to stop myself from canceling multiple times during the day. I was getting cold feet but I had wanted this for so long, and the opportunity was finally within reach. I was so distracted my colleagues probably had to snap me back to reality a few times. The evening couldn’t come fast enough and yet the day went by in the blink of an eye. At dinner, I was only thinking of ways to expedite things and finally excused myself from the table, claiming I had a few work-related emails to write. I made my way to my room and started cleaning myself up. I always make a point of being ready and clean for my tops, as I personally am not a big fan of scat. It also makes me more confident for long sessions, and I didn’t know for how long he wanted to play that evening. It took me a bit more than an hour to prepare and it was almost 10:30pm when I texted him that I was ready for him. -“Great, departing soon, I should be there around 11:15pm. I’ve been stroking my cock for the past two hours.” -“Can’t wait, Sir!” There I was, I was a just a few minutes away from what I had been wanting for so long. I had a little time to kill before his arrival. I climbed into bed, pulled my phone out and started browsing for porn. I was just wearing my black Nike gym shorts over my white jockstrap, with my white crew socks, no shirt. I just didn’t want to waste too much time undressing. I settled on a video I had found a few weeks earlier, my bottle of poppers ready in my hand. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/48132/hot-pozzing/ Watching this insanely hot scene, I started jerking my dick frantically, huffing as much poppers as I could take. I maybe watched it ten times, stopping myself right before shooting my load on multiple occasions. Around 11pm, I finally heard a light knock. I got up, dimmed the lights in the room and went to answer the door. -“Hey boy!” -“Hey!”. He made his way into the room before I could invite him to come in. There he stood, in front of me, after all those years. He was about 5’11, probably 180lbs, fit without being muscular, dark blond hair, shaved face, green eyes. He looked a bit heavier than he did on his BBRT pics but I didn’t mind. I don’t really have types when it comes to bodies and I’m more attracted to kinks and attitudes. And this one had known how to push my buttons and turn me on for a while. He was wearing grey shorts and a white tank top. It had been a hot day and I could smell he was sweating. He approached me, looking me in the eyes, grabbed the back of my head and stuck his tongue into my mouth. His embrace was strong and he was almost lifting me off the floor. His tongue was digging deeper and deeper and I could feel his saliva dripping down my throat. I could already feel his rock hard dick rubbing on my bare stomach through his shorts. I felt his grip tightening and guiding my head towards his left armpit. The scent of sweat assaulted my nose and he probably noticed my slight movement of surprise as he pushed my face back into his pit. -“Sniff those, boy! Better than poppers!” I complied, and the smell just got me higher and hornier than ever. I could feel his pit hair on my face. Once he was satisfied, he finally guided my head down to his crotch. I started licking his cock through his shorts. He must have been quite horny too as I could taste precum on the soaked fabric. -“Come on, boy. Show me how much you want my dick!” He was pushing his crotch against my face until he pushed me away to pull his shorts down, revealing an average-sized but hard as a rock dick. This sight got me out of my mind and I moved to put it into my mouth, before he stopped me. -“Look at me, boy! Look at me in the eyes!” I obeyed. -“You know what I want, boy?” -“Yes, Sir!” -“I want you to be my poz son! You want that, don’t you?” -“Yes, Sir! That’s what I want!” -“Good boy! I’ve been off my meds for the past two weeks! You sure you want it?” -“Yes!” -“Put it in your mouth now!” I was more than happy to comply and started licking the tip of his poz dick, trying to catch as much toxic precum as I could. He was holding my head while I slowly went down on his shaft, as deep as I could take it. -“Look at me, boy!” I looked up, my mouth full of his cock. -“Your first poz dick, and it’s now dripping my toxic precum down your throat.” My mind was rushing, I was just realizing what I was doing. I probably had a slight movement backwards because I felt his hands holding me in place. -“No time to back out now, I’ll make sure you go all the way!” He spotted my bottle of poppers on my nightstand, grabbed it and put it under my nose. -“Sniff, boy!” I took a big huff as he proceeded to pinch my nose to keep the vapours in. -“Enjoy, boy. You’ll need as much poppers as possible. I’m just getting started with you,we have the week!”

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

Part 5 I froze for just a few seconds. It was finally out. He had said it clearly. I was confused. I had been extremely attracted to this guy for years, he had gotten me super horny, and awakened something in me. I just answered -“Yes, Sir! I want your poz dick inside me!” There we were. -“Good boy” he just said. -“I’ll leave you with this”, he added, sending me a link to a video on a site I didn’t know yet: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/27218/pozitive/ I clicked on the link and there it was. The fantasy I had never known I had being played right before my eyes. A beefy and hairy top, verbal domination with a deep voice. And the strong will to share his DNA with that lucky bottom. I watched it maybe fifty times, constantly sniffing poppers, and jerking frantically until my dick hurt. That video was an illumination for me. It turned me on so much but I was still scared of following that new instinct. In the following weeks, I not only kept coming back to the video, but I also started looking for more videos like this one. “Poz”, “pozzing”, “toxic”, “verbal”, etc. All the key words I could think about. I would spend hours searching and created quite an impressive collection. I had no idea the Internet was so full of those. I even skipped hitting the bathhouse a few times because I preferred looking for poz videos instead. I kept hooking up a lot, but I knew there was something missing. I started avoiding guys who displayed “Neg+PrEp”. I would even completely avoid the conversation on status, afraid they would tell me they were on PrEp. I was fine just not knowing at this point. I also kept hitting all the sleaziest places I could find. My guy from the West Coast was also encouraging me by sharing all the pozzing videos he could and telling that it would be “how he would take care of me”. Fast forward a few years. While on another trip in Paris, I found a bar called “Le Next” in the 1st arrondissement, a place with a pretty big darkroom in the basement. I had been on a European tour for two weeks, jumping from planes to meetings with no time to breathe at all. I had displayed my very serious and professional self for the entire time. I don’t think that by just looking at me, talking to me or even knowing me in every day life anyone could really understand how much of a twisted pig I could become. Paris was the last leg of my trip and I had finally wrapped up my last meeting. It was Friday and I was only flying out on Sunday. I ditched my colleagues before dinner with a clear purpose in mind. I wanted to get bred that night. I arrived at the bar around 11pm. Looking at me in a somewhat puzzled way, the receptionist proceeded to inform me it was an LGBT space and that I was to expect some sexual action. Did I look that innocent? I told him was ready for that - oh boy, was I.

Chapter 16- Prom Night, Part 3 The only sound in the dim motel room was the heavy breathing of two teenage boys. Brian slowly pulled his dick out of Jake’s cummy ass. As he fell over onto his back next to his boyfriend, his semi-hard cock made an audible slapping noise as it bounced off his body in the otherwise quiet room. Brian was physically exhausted and could barely catch his breath. It was like the nervous feeling resulting from what he just done had knocked the air out of him. Neither boy said anything. The sense of sadistic power that had come over Brian just a few moments before was quickly wearing off, being replaced by feelings of guilt and dread. Brian hated himself in that moment; once again he had done something so reckless, so deplorable to the boy who he had fallen deeply in love with. He kept searching for words, and he just couldn’t find any. “Jake…” Brian said meekly. Jake didn’t respond immediately. Brian hesitated. Before another word could be said, Jake got up from the bed and walked naked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. With his mind hurricane of emotions, Brian couldn’t grasp how long Jake had been in the bathroom. Had it been just two minutes, or twenty, or an hour. Brian kept searching for what to say. “Sorry” felt too small. “Forgive me” felt like it had been said too many times in this relationship already. More than anything, Brian wanted to say “Do you hate me now? ‘Cause I hate myself for what just happened.” It had been a really long day already for both of them. All of the stress of preparing for prom, and then getting there and coming out to the world. Not to mention the dancing, some booze, the intense sex. You would have thought Brian would be wide awake as he processed these feelings, but lying their alone, in the dark motel room, the exhaustion caught up to him and he started to doze off. …. Jake locked the door behind him as he went into the bathroom. He leaned on the short vanity to keep himself upright, his wrestler’s arms flexing in the mirror as he leaned into the reflection, seemingly looking for that version of himself to advise him on how he should feel right now. He loved Brian. He had forgiven him for cheating on him, and for allowing himself to get pozzed. No- for seeking it out and doing it intentionally. He had gotten past all of that. But now he was worried he had made a mistake. When he thought about what might come next- being infected with HIV, he thought he was going to be sick. He got down on his knees in front of the toilet, naked and still covered in sweat. He could feel some of Brian’s toxic cum slowly oozing out him in that stance, but after a moment and some reassurance that he wasn’t going to vomit, at least not immediately, he sat down on the floor, back against the wall. He put his head into his hands and closed his eyes. He searched his mind for emotions, and yet they were hard to make out. He was having a lot of trouble deciding if he was pissed at Brian or not, and how worried he actually even was, if at all. His toughts flashed between anger, longing, acceptance, hatred, relief. He started breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm himself down. He began to search harder for how he felt. Finally, he made a decision about how to move forward. …. Brian woke up with one of Jake’s strong hands around his skinny neck, his body straddled over Brian’s. He had a split second of panic flash across his eyes, but then realized where Jake’s other hand was- gripping Brian’s cock tightly, jerking it back into shape. Brian laid there, prone and on his back. There was just enough light coming in from the parking lot for him to look Jake deep in the eyes and try to determine what clues they could give him. He couldn’t quite interpret what he was seeing, but his best guess was… lust? Jake quickly got Brian’s cock hard again, and guided the tip of it back to his still cummy hole. As soon as he got it lined up, he impaled himself back on his boyfriend’s toxic dick. This was not a gentle fucking- Jake was proving he could be a great power bottom if he wanted to. He kept one hand locked around Brian’s neck, and moved the now-free hand to Brian’s abdomen, pushing down hard to give himself needed balance as he forcefully slid up and down Brian’s shaft. Brian was content to let Jake use him in this moment. The scene was intensely hot, but Brian was now becoming overcome by different emotions than before- relief being primary among them, but also hesitation. He worried about if Jake was thinking straight; Brian had a hard time wrapping his head around the idea that Jake could maybe be feeling that unexplainable desire to get pozzed up that he had had. But he was in no position to stop Jake now, so he lie on the bed, limp except for the rock hard cock that was getting vice gripped by his boyfriend’s tight hole each time he slammed back down onto it balls deep. Neither one of them said a word as Jake continued riding Brian’s cock. Having cum not too longer before, Brian was lasting an impressively long time, and Jake had discovered the perfect position for making Brian’s 7.5in cock hit his prostate. He was feeling an intense sensation with every movement on Brian’s dick. Nothing in his life had ever felt this good. The bed was rocking hard and squeaking loudly now as the varsity wrestler pinned his nerdy boyfriend down and took him for a ride. Eventually Brian lifted his legs, planted his feet on the bed, and started thrusting his hips up into Jake, creating an even better angle for his long cock to reach new depths. When Jake first met Brian’s up-thrust with a down-thrust of his own and felt the pleasure rocket through him even more intensely, his cock erupted all over Brian’s stomach, chest and face. That caused a chain reaction as Brian’s balls released another big load of toxic cum deep inside of Jake. Jake removed his hand from Brian’s neck, lifted himself up off of his cock, and laid down next to Brian. He pulled Brian over on top of him, his cum now squishing between their hard torsos as their bodies pressed together. He wrapped his arms around Brian and gave him a deep kiss, and then said “I love you”. “I love you too, and I’m so sorry” Brian replied. “It’s okay” Jake followed up quickly. They made out for a while longer before collapsing in utter exhaustion onto the bed, holding each other close as they fought to keep their eyes open and locked on each other. Jake fell asleep quickly, but this time Brian wasn’t counting sheep just yet. He admired Jake’s sweaty and cum-covered body, his disheveled hair, his gorgeous toned muscles and cute boy-like face. He knew he was the luckiest guy in the world, and there was no way he deserved this. Eventually Brian got up to go to the bathroom. He closed the door and looked at himself up and down in the mirror, before realizing there was what appeared to be a small amount of drying blood on his cock. And then he looked down at the sink. Jake had known they were going to spend the night here, so of course he had brought a toothbrush. But this one was sitting on the side of the sink- bristles soaked red with blood. …. After a long time gathering his thoughts and emotions, Jake had made a decision before he left that bathroom earlier- he wasn’t going to leave this motel room neg.

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Depends on your standards I guess. I have a few zoo themed toys some people would look at in total shock, and have put a whole plethora of household objects up my ass over the years. Maybe one of the weirdest/most fetishy is I have a very old wooden police nightstick that is wonderfully thick I'll slide a condom on and fuck my ass with, which has to be one of the few times out of porn anyone's enjoyed a nightstick up the ass lol. And in my youth I used to be into lubing up and inserting eggs into my ass and then watching myself push them out. Been a very long time since I've tried that though. Pretty take stuff by most comparisons around here I imagine