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Got multiple loads at my local sauna yesterday, which included servicing a cock most bottoms would avoid. I was up north, family drama with ageing parents. Fortunately I was able to escape after breakfast and was on the road by 0900. Its a 200 mile drive home so I was hitting the City by lunchtime. I dumped my bags, got some fresh French poppers out of the fridge and caught the train into the City. Tuesday's are " Tranny Tuesday's " after 6pm at my local sauna. Not my thing at all, I avoid such encounters at all costs. Fortunately I was leaving when they arrived in any number. I arrived at half 3, prepped and showered before lubing my hole for action. I passed a bearded middle Eastern lad in the corridor, knowing I wanted his load. Fortunately we met upstairs in the dark room. He felt my silky hole, his cock rammed in and he bred me within 5 minutes. Was great to be filled with spunk again, I wanted more. A sexy daddy was stroking by the porn TV. I went into the room opposite, fingering my cummy hole to indicate I wanted his load. Fortunately he took the message. He got behind and fucked my sloppy cunt for the next 10 minutes. He added his load and left a happy daddy. I went downstairs to the "suck a thon" area. A slender talkative lad was keen. He's fucked me before. He takes too much tbh but he went along with it as I know he fucks like a rabbit and leaves a big load. He asked me about my previous encounters. He called me a dirty slut as he added his cum to my now cum filled cunt. After this, I kneeled on the bench and a cock popped through the glory hole. Nothing particularly special about this cock, but I sucked it semi hard . I went behind the screen to find an older gent, big tummy, nothing to look at and not that endowed. The kind of chap that leaves a sauna frustrated as nobody will play with him. I consider encounters like this as a service to the community. It promotes happiness and contentment to the older, more disadvantaged sectors of society. I seek out lads like this. They blow a big load as they know the opportunity to play is few and far between so they make the most of it. I pulled him over to the bench, got him to lie back and I mounted his cock facing forward. It's the best position for bellys, smaller cocks and not 100% hard. He found his spot so I started rocking back and forth. He seemed to like this, I heard his moans. He grew harder in my hole. My rhythmic movement got faster, his breathing quickened and he shot his cum into my cunt. I stayed in position as he softened, his cock plopping out, cum dribbling down my leg. He left another huge load, so satisfying. I left the complex by 7, at least 6 loads in me. Tranny Tuesday's are not my favourite, but yesterday was an exception.

Part 6- Man to Pig Cole’s appearance in the mirror snapped him out of his pig fed daze for a few moments. Two weeks ago he had been a 6’4, average looking guy. Not muscular, not fat, not thin. Blonde hair, brown eyes, light body hair. But something had changed. His eyes and hair were the same. Even his beard was the same, and he was still tall. However looking at his face now, there was a chubby look that wasn’t there before. His beard covered two chins. A large metal bull ring hung from his septum. His biceps had large stretch marks from where the inactivity and fat gainer had taken their toll. The nipple clamps that had tortured him for days the other week had stretched his tits out, and the feed had given him pig tits the size of quarters, each so large now they almost swallowed the piercings he had been forced to get. His once subtle belly had turned into a real gut with stretch marks almost three inches long on both sides. His thighs now had them as well. His gut was so big he would have had to lift it if he wanted to see his full cock, the head was just barely visible. ”Yea yea, get moving,” the Farm Hand said. “We ain’t even close to done with you”. “How much bigger can they expect me to get?”, Cole wondered. The Hand shoved him into a corner and clicked the collar into another ceiling chain. He dipped his hand into a large bucket and began greasing up Cole. “Aight, step in.” Cole had gone back to his blank state of mind. Before he knew it, the Farm Hand had gotten him stuffed into and zipped up in a flesh colored latex suit. It started at his ankles and went all the way up to his neck. “Aight, come on”. The Farm Hand dragged him back to his stall. A couple hours later, he heard the bell again. “Here pig pig pig.” This was new, but it barely registered to Cole. He went to the spigot, sweating in the latex casing. Suddenly the door next to it swung open, and he felt hands shove his head all the way onto the spigot. The hands looped leather straps through extra rings in his collar, and bolted them to the wall on either side. Cole was now bolted to the feeding tube with no escape. “Client says we gotta get you fatter, so we’re doubling your feedings”. This voice was new. It did not belong to the Farmer, Farm Hand, or stranger. “You get water now with the mass gainer, no more milk. And we’re tripling the… special feed in it”, the voice snickered. The fluid flowing down Cole’s throat now was more viscous, like cough syrup, and just as sweet. At the same time, he felt a zipper in the back of the suit being undone, and something was shoved up his ass unceremoniously. He felt a long rush of fluid being pushed into him. “This must be what they meant by deposit”, Cole thought as he chugged on his new feed. It was withdrawn and he heard the door slam shut. He stayed kneeling like that, feeding on the spigot for probably half an hour, however no one released his head after the flow stopped. Instead someone just came in, and gave him another deposit. “Congrats, fag. You ain’t no fag no more, You ain’t even a pig. You been bumped up to hog status”, the Farm Hand said. Cole just barely registered it as the next round of Hog Feed started flowing into his mouth. ——- Have a direction for this, but feedback is appreciated. Probably one or two more installments if there is interest, I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but figured I gauge interest in the the next couple of parts.

I had the day off and wasted no time having fun. I slept in, but once I got up, I went straight to the shower. I made sure my hole was clean and ready for some serious fucking, as I was on a mission of finding some big cock to fill me up. I used a pretty big dildo to fuck my hole to lube the inside up and make sure nothing was going to mess this day up. I got out and dried off and put on a pair of shorts, no underwear, and a lose t-shirt. I drove to one of our better adult theaters, and since it was Tuesday, they showed only gay movies in the theater area. That meant all the hungry top pigs would be out and playing and I should be able to get a few cocks and loads in my hole. I pulled into the parking lot and saw a few cars in the lot, but that doesn’t mean much, as I have learned in the past. I paid my 7 bucks to enter the theater and noticed the movie playing was from Treasure Island. Hot, that should get guys in the mood. As I walked down the long hallway, I took out my poppers and took a long hit, to get the blood flowing and my cock hard. I walked back to the very back of the theater and went behind the half wall they had, knowing that’s were all the action happened. As I let my eyes adjust the darkness, I could tell there were 5 other guys there. I noticed no one was doing much; no one had their cock out. So I decided to take things into my own hands and pulled my shorts off, and placed them on the ledge of the wall. This got the guys going, as they started to take their cocks out. I just stood there with my ass pointed to them, not even looking back to see how was coming up behind me. I felt hands on my ass, grabbing it, pulling it apart to make my hole visible to all. I looked back and saw two 40 something guys with their cocks out, with both their hands on my ass. I just moaned and pushed my ass back so they knew what I liked. All off a sudden I felt a tongue on my hole and I thought I was going to blow a load right there, as his tongue dug deeper into my cunt, making it wetter and wetter. The older of the two pulled me to his 8” and thick cock and shoved it right into my mouth and fucked me hard. I kept gagging as he forced it down my throat. I pulled off and took a huge hit of poppers and went back to sucking his cock. I could feel the guy behind me forces a few fingers in my ass, as he encouraged me to suck his friend’s dirty cock. I just moaned and enjoyed the mouth fucking I was getting, hoping to get the same fucking my ass. And I didn’t have to wait long, as I could feel the guy fingering my ass pull out and start to rub his cock on my hole. I reached back and felt no rubber, and just pushed back on his cock. “Fuck, this lil fucker wants it raw, well raw is how he gets it”. Yes, a pig top, just like I want. And before I could moan, he just slammed his cock right in my hole and I just let out a big yelp. Fuck he was thicker than his friend. He just kept pounding my hole, hitting my prostate, milking the cum out of me. I could feel it dripping from my cock onto my legs. As he fucked me hard, it made his friends cock go farther down my throat. I didn’t think he could last too long fucking me this hard and fast, but I was wrong. He kept fucking me for over 10 mins, his skin hitting me, making a loud slapping sound. I pulled off his friends cock and noticed two other guys jacking off to the scene and they stepped up and shot their loads all over my face. The guy I was sucking just started to moan louder and louder and then shot his load in my mouth. As I pulled off his cock, he told me thanks for taking his dirty seed. His friend just kept fucking me hard and finally started to tell me how he was going to feed me his seed and fill me up. I took a hit of poppers and told him to fill me full of his hot seed. He picked up his speed, something I didn’t think was possible and started to tell me how he was ready to cum and then he started to shoot his load in my ass. He let me know he was cumming, as he told me he was filling me up with his hot poz seed. I just stopped cold right there. Damn this guy was poz. And his friend was too. That’s what he meant by dirty seed and cock. And he let me and others around me that he was filling me up with poz cum, as he was almost yelling out that he was shooting his poz load into me. Fuck, what was I doing? He finally pulled out and slapped me on the ass. I was about ready to get my shorts and run out of there, but another guy walked up and put his cock in my ass. And I couldn’t leave now, with a hard cock in my ass. This guy pulled me up against him and told how hot it was to fuck me knowing I had a poz load in my ass, and he was working it into my ass. I just moaned and he held a bottle of poppers to my nose. He fucked me only for a few minutes, and just hollered with him cummed a load in me. He stepped back and told me thanks. I was worn out, and just knelt down to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe what had happen. The poz guy walked up and told me get up. I just looked up and did what he said. He slipped his cock back into my hole and told me how wet and loose I was and that he loved a sloppy hole. He started to fuck me hard again and I couldn’t believe he was hard again. He just verbally abused me the whole time telling me how I was dirty pig and I was going to get another poz load in my ass. He didn’t last long this time and blew his second poz load in my ass. I couldn’t believe this at all. As he pulled out I could feel the cum run down my leg. He made me clean his cock off and taste all the cum from my ass. He walked off, and I noticed I was there alone. I pulled my shorts on over my cummy ass and went home. As I walked out of the theater into the store, I could see a few guy look and smile at me. I wonder if one of them had fucked me.

I met this young guy on sniffles. He wanted to come over after work He was into older men. I gave him address never expecting him to show. about 7pm he said on his way. In about 10 min he shows up. 20 yrs old slender with a huge dick. he started to kiss me passionately. After a while he got undressed and I sucked his cock. he then started to play with my ass. He whispered he wanted to fuck me. He then said he left his condom in the car and can we go bareback. he slowly entered me till he was balls deep. He kissed me again passionately. While he was kissing me I heard him moan. He blew a huge load in my my ass as his tongue was in my mouth. said when free we will do it again

Part 11- Livestock Now ”Here pig pig pig.” Cole heard the call, but was already at the spigot, He slept there now, just waiting for his feedings. They lasted longer now. Usually he sucked on the Hog Feed for at least an hour. His fuck flu was gone, and he had torn through the latex because he had gained so much weight. His fat had even swallowed his cock. As his feeding stopped, the Farm Hand came in to give him a deposit. Cole didn’t think about it anymore, he just arched his ass. His hole was so gaped now he didn’t feel it, he knew it was done when the man left. “Just a couple more weeks. Then you’re his problem”, the Farm Hand said. Cole had stopped caring about time, He had stopped tracking the days. He didn’t know it, but it had been nearly six weeks since he had been brought to the farm. Now all he wanted was to get bred and fed. Every time he heard the call, was the only part of him that registered anything. “Here pig pig pig”… ——- Getting ideas now for the next part.

Slowly my pulsing cock lost its rock hardness and it slipped from billys sweet boy hole, that was my queue to roll to the side onto my back and recover. To my surprise my new son instinctively knew what to do, carefully repositioning himself between my legs so he could suck my cock clean of any precious seed then relax and cuddle up resting his head on my thigh, staring at the cock he already loves so much. I praised him for his instincts and we settled in. Now was the time to start asking more questions, where was his school, did he want to go back there, is he happy with the events of tonight, did he enjoy being fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking him, did he understand that having received my seed in his ass he should have no doubt about whether I'm proud of him? The puff had us both talkative and son I pulled my son up to tuck under my arm resting his head on my shoulder and cuddling as we talked. Billy told me he wanted to go to a new school, to finish the year and graduate, he shyly admitted that he was already wondering when he might get to be fucked again, and soon enough our conversation came all the way back around to sex. I rolled him over to spoon and cuddled his little boy body into mine, noticing he was the perfect height and size for his boy hole to nestle right against my crotch, we talked about a wide range of things, but I was son reassuring him that he'd get fucked as soon as we were both ready and as I said it I began to gently play with his popped boy cherry. Billy was clearly a born bottom boy, as his ass was already hungry for more and though tender, not too sore for more either. The conversation and sexiness of the cuddle soon had me hard again and this time I decided to try simply sliding into him from the spooning position... Something I often couldn't do because of positioning. I rolled forward a bit cuddling close and rubbing my cock between his ass cheeks, then reached down positioned my tool a little and four the first time in my life I simply slid straight onto my bottom boy without any positioning issues. Billy gasped and instinctively pushed back to take more, I whispered in his ear, "is that what you wanted son?" and he moaned his approval. The rest of the night followed a similar theme, until I had blown 4 loads in my boy and we were both able to sleep. The coming days would need focus and organisation, this boy is mine, I need to make sure fully believes that too.

All the more reason to vote in November. This particular ruling will be the first of many if we don't raise our concerns to elected officials and those running for office. I think for many of us these stories "fly under the radar", but they will have implications in our lives down the road. Keep you eyes open to media reports, and vote for candidates that will protect your rights for things as crucial as PREP. If lawmakers or judges begin to side with those who want to restrict our access to medical care, it's only a matter of time before they try to go further.

You’re nothing but a disgusting cunt-whore! Well, yes - but do you want to fuck? … Yes, please, very much.

Part 9- Gone ”Where am I”, Cole wondered. He had opened his eyes, and knew he was in his own world for now. His fever was gone, but he was still stuffed into the latex suit. “Here pig pig pig”, he heard. Like clockwork he moved to the spigot, and started sucking on it.. His animal instincts had taken over. Now he no longer cared where he was or what was happening. “Aight hog, time to swap out some stuff”. He didn’t know what was happening. He just kept sucking at the spigot. He vaguely registered his guiche piercing being swapped out for a heavier one. Same for his tits and those piercings. He was left alone, but suddenly something happened: he was done with the fever, but his weight got to be too much: he felt his belly and thighs rip through the latex. “Well it took a month, but we got there” the Farm Hand snickered. A month. Cole let his rational brain take over for a moment. In one month, he had gone from average guy to poz pig guy that could barely seen his own cock. And it was just beginning. “Here pig pig pig….” Cole went to the spigot, waiting his next fate. —— Still writing. Next file cumming soon.

Part 8- Hog “Here pig pig pig”. He heard those words, and through the fuck flu, the sweating in the latex suit, and his exhaustion, Cole still crawled toward the spigot. This time, he was bolted in again. He was too tired to even think about resisting. There was something new about this feed. It flowed like molasses but had no taste. Cole didn’t care, he just nursed the spigot until it ran dry. It took nearly an hour. After, he crawled into his corner when he was released and fell asleep, hoping he could stay that way until his fever was gone. Cole awoke to the meal bell, and his call. “Here pig pig pig”. He rotated over, and went to the spigot. As he began feeding, something strange happened. Until this point he had known his cock was hanging below his belly, even though he could not see it. Suddenly something shifted, and it felt like his cock had sunk into his stomach. “Oh fuck. They got me so fat it sunk into the folds”, Cole realized. But then he didn’t care again. Cole hadn’t seen himself in a mirror since his weigh in. But he knew what he must look like, and didn’t care. Little did he know the next time he would be weighed and see his reflection he wouldn’t recognize himself. That was the last part of the Hog Farmer’s process. In another six weeks, he’d be ready to give his livestock to the client. ——- Next part soon, feedback is appreciated.

Part 7- The Hog Farmer ”Here pig pig pig”. Cole woke up to his feeding call. He no longer knew what day it was or how long he had been there. In reality, ever since his weigh in, it had only been a week., The first day he had remained bolted to the spigot, just swallowing the Hog Feed as it came through, accepting the cum deposits as they came. They didn’t clean him out, after the sixth feeding in as many hours he saw the Farmer enter the stall. It was the first time in weeks Cole had seen him. He just stripped, exposing his glorious tattoo’s that covered even his cock. He shoved a syringe with another deposit into Cole’s ass, and when he was done, stuffed his massive 8in cock into Cole as more Hog Feed came down the spigot. Cole had stopped registering though. For him, it was all about what came down the spigot and fed him. When the Farmer was done, he unbolted Cole from the wall, knowing the work was done. “Here pig pig pig”. Cole now was receiving feedings twelve times a day; just as the stranger had said in his weigh in. Not that he really registered that anymore. Every time he heard the call, he moved to the spigot and sucked on it until it ran dry. Today was different though. He no longer got nauseous at his feedings, however halfway through he suddenly pulled off the tube, and vomited. “This isn’t right”, Cole thought, his brain his own again for a moment. The stall swam, and he fainted. The stall swung open, and someone felt his forehead. “Get the Hog Farmer. It’s time”. Cole felt the back of the latex suit being unzipped once again, and he was dragged out of the stall where he was unceremoniously cleaned out. “Well well, took ya long enough”. He heard the strangers voice above him. “This must be the Hog Farmer”, he thought. “You finally got the fuck flu. I have a tally board in my office for you, you got bred fifty times and you had twenty deposits. Can’t believe it took this long, but we got you there.” Cole laid there wondering how he could have lost count of the number of times he had been fucked in such a short time span, but the fever took over and he stopped caring. He was swimming in the latex suit in sweat. “Now, my man told you that you were a hog now. And that’s the truth. After we’re all done with you, you’ll go back to your stall for awhile longer. But remember, I told you we have two types of livestock here: steers and pigs. You ain’t a pig anymore, you’re a hog. And our client said to let us do whatever to get you into shape. So you’re gonna lay there, and we’re going to let the steers at you.” The Hog Farmer said all of this with a wicked grin. As he said this, a stall next to his was opened. A man was led out by a similar collar to Cole’s own, attached to the ceiling. This was not anyone like Cole had ever seen. Clearly he was on some sort of steroid. All of his muscles bulged unnaturally. His cock was swollen though like it had been in a vacuum, and his scrotum had testicles the size of tennis balls. Above his cock was a scorpion, with the tail leading down and ending on his swollen penis. Cole was so feverish by this point he barely retained any of this. He simply turned over, and lay down in a prone position. “That’s right hog, just accept it. Cum boss”, the Hog Farmer said. The steer approached Cole with a blank look in his eye, and without a word or any lube mounted Cole’s ass. He thought if he had been in better health he may have felt something, or even cared, but the tearing he experienced as the man entered him dry was nothing. After only a few short minutes, Cole felt the mans load being pumped into him. He barely registered that the man had broken through his second ring, and was planting his toxic seed deep where it would never escape. The man withdrew, and Cole heard a chain moving away. As we sweat profusely with fever in the latex, he heard the Hog Farmer say: “Bring out the next one.” ——— Continuing soon.

Part 5- Weigh In Cole shook his head groggily as he heard the loud clanging bell at the door to his stall. It only meant one thing: feeding time. Sure enough, the Farm Hand unlocked his stall and slid the door open. “Feeding time pig”. Though there were no windows or way to gauge time, Cole estimated he had been there about two weeks based on the strangers feeding schedule he had been provided. Every couple of hours, someone had come into the paddock and force fed him the odd mixture of fat gainer. This was followed by periodic cleaning out, and subsequent fucking. True to his word, sometimes the stranger made sure that Cole was getting bred as he was getting his feeding. The long stretches between feedings allowed him to guess that a day had passed, however that was beginning to slip. Whatever was in that feed that they had been forcing down his throat had begun to impact his mind as well as his body. After the second day, the mask and cannula were removed. Now when he got fed, he just opened his mouth at the sight of the tube, and no longer felt nauseous. He slowly realized by the end of the week the feedings had steadily been growing longer. Now instead of just a minute or two, the feedings sometimes lasted ten minutes. The breedings however were getting shorter, but increasing in frequency. He would have a load pumped into him in five minutes or less, but thirty minutes later would receive another one. A couple days ago, they had finally released him from the sling. “We’re moving you to a stall”. This man Cole had taken to thinking of as the Farm Hand. He was the only person Cole had seen since that first feeding. He administered all the feed, and cleaned Cole out. He led Cole to a grimy shower area. “First things first”, he said. He shackled Cole to manacles hanging from the ceiling, and proceeded to spray him down with a jet hose. Shivering and naked, Cole dangled there limply, exhausted not only from the rough bath but also from the stress of the last several days. Suddenly he felt his legs being spread apart, and a searing pain at the base of his scrotum. “Fuck he just gave me a guiche”, Cole realized. He tried not to struggle as the man then pierced his nipples, followed finally by a septum piercing. Unhooking Cole from the shackles, the then dragged him by his collar to a modified horse stall, even smaller than the paddock he had been in. His collar was re-attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and the door slammed shut. Now, two weeks later, Cole wasn’t even sure who he was anymore. Every time he heard the clanging of the bell, the Farm Hand just said “Feeding time pig”. Cole went over a spigot in the wall, and sucked on it as the feed flowed through. Sometimes he would suck on it for fifteen minutes before it stopped. The breedings had stopped for some reason, but Cole’s brain had stopped processing things like asking “why”. However several times a day, the stall was opened, and the Farm Hand dragged him to the shower area to get cleaned out. On this particular day, Cole was fed for about twenty minutes (he had learned quickly after being moved here if he didn’t finish all of it, it meant time shackled and his ass flogged). As he left the spigot and started to work his way back to the far wall where he slept, the door suddenly slid open. “Come on piggy, it’s time for your weigh in. Our client wants to see our progress with you.” It was the man from the first feeding, that had explained what was happening to him. The Farm Hand grabbed the collar and yanked Cole down the hall to a door he had seen but never entered. As they went in, Cole was blinded by fluorescent lights. This room had a very sterile appearance. To one side was a large scale. Cole had spent enough time on his family ranch to know this was used for weighing livestock. “Get up there,” the man ordered. Cole stepped on the scale. The light blinded him still from seeing the numbers, but he heard the stranger say “Hm… 290. Little smaller than we expected at this point. Guess we’ll have to up the feed”. 290lbs… Cole registered suddenly that when he first came in, the stranger clocked him at 230. If his time table was correct, he had gained 60lbs in two weeks! “Ok, get him off, and we’ll get the photos”. Cole was dragged to what could only be described as a police line up wall. There were height marks in the wall. He was then made to stand in different positions; front facing, left side, right side, rear; while a series of photos were taken of him. “Aight, put him in a sausage casing, and bring him back. Oh, and start giving him deposits after you clean him out. We aren’t breeding him right now but he ain’t got fuck flu yet, so let’s see if we can speed it up.” As the farm hand dragged Cole away from the wall and into another corner, he caught a glimpse of himself in a full length mirror, the first he’d seen himself in weeks. His feed addled brain was actually shocked by what he saw for a moment. ——- Part 6 coming soon.

Part 4- Livestock ”What is this stuff?”, Cole wondered. The air was making him sort of loopy, like when he had nitrous at the dentist. The fluid was runny but thick, like melted ice cream. It didn’t really have a taste, but was sort of like milk. He could feel it flowing into his stomach, and his belly swelling. Just as he thought he was going to vomit, the tube was removed and he gulped air in through his mouth. The air flow stopped, and his mouth was covered with tap. ”There, I bet you feel better now that you have something in ya’”, the man said. “Now that we fed ya and bred ya, I figure it’s time we tell you a little bit about our farm. First, we’re way upstate. Our road ain’t on any map even, so you can shout as much as you want when we decide to take let you have your mouth back, cause no one will hear ya. We started this operation a few years back, we realized there are a lot kinky fuckers out there that will pay good money for boys like you, but that need a little… work first. So they pay us, we get livestock like you ready, then they come and collect ya. Don’t worry about your family, you sent them a lovely email telling them that you’re out west for a few months, right before you accidentally dropped your phone in the river.” By this point Cole was starting to panic. He had no idea where he was, where to go even if he did somehow get out, and his family had no way of locating or tracking him. ”Now here on the farm, we have two kinds of livestock: steers and pigs. This guy paid a lot of money for you, and we have a lot to get done. You’re a pig. Here’s how things are gonna go to start: you’re going to get fed six times a day. It’s my own special blend of milk, mass gainer, and some other stuff to fatten you up. Usually it’s used on actual pigs but you need the help. Oh and some poz cum mixed in, just to make sure you get used to the taste. This client wants to make sure you’re good and poz when he gets you, which is why… hey now, stop thrashing!” Cole had begun to wrench around in the sling. He hadn’t gone back on prep since the break up. A whoosh of air and he felt leather smack across his bare ass. It stung so much he was still again, tears streaming down his face. ”As I was saying, he wants you knocked up by the time he come to collect, which is why we’re gonna breed ya between feedings. Maybe even during. We’ll send him progress videos every few days and he’ll let us know if we need to make any… adjustments. But that’s it for now. We weighed you at 230 when we got you in. We’ll see where you’re at in a few days. But that’s it for now, so just lay back and relax.” Despite the depth of his voice, Cole could pick up on the cruel sarcasm in his inflection. “Oh before I go, one more thing”. Cole suddenly felt cold metal clamp down painfully on both his nipples. Suddenly they were yanked taught up in the air. Cole yelled into the mask. “Gotta get those tits nice and big, piggy. Now enjoy your meal, someone will be back in a few hours to clean you at and give you a few more loads.” No one replaced the ear flaps this time, and Cole could hear footsteps moving away. As he laid in the swing, nipples stretched upright, ass full of the plug and belly fuller from the feeding, exhaustion suddenly swept over him, and he passed out. —— Working on the next part, feedback is appreciated.

So far, I got 225. Don't know if I could get higher since I've done pretty much everything that's within my limits.

There aren't many things that make me afraid but this time it was different. I was in line at the MEPS building about to go in for my physical exam, my last step before going into the US Army and I was terrified. For years I have dreamed of nothing but joining the army and it seemed it was almost a possibility. I looked around at the other 50 or so other young men eager to get this over with and start training to serve our country and it was hard for me to stop checking all of them out. I heard my name being called up with ten others and walked into a fairly large room and then we were all told to stand real close to each other and we were all told to strip to our underwear. I could see a few of these other men shy to do so and so was I but we were told to get over it because there was not something we could get away from once we were sworn in and sent to basic where we would be naked showering with other guys so get used to it. Once we were all standing in our underwear we were told one at a time to jog in a circle around the room and once completed to do a few reps of pushups and situps. Once that was completed one of the doctors walked up to each of us and inspected our hands and feet looking for anything that he could see that would disqualify us from enlisting like flat feet or any other body issues. Once completed we all sat on the bench in the room and waited one by one for a doctor to call us into the private rooms and do a more through inspection and to talk about our medical histories My name was called first so I stood and collected my clothes and walked into one of the private rooms and sat waiting for the doctor to walk in. There was a knock at the door and the doctor walked in and shut us in the room. The man who walked in was a stunning man in his thirties I guess with black hair, a strong framed jaw with five o clock shadow and a body that can be seen that many men strive to have. He introduced himself as doctor Sean Exavier and I shook myself out of a daze to greet him back. Well James from what I see so far you look to be in the shape the army is looking for in its troops and I am here to make sure there isn't anything that would keep that from happening further. So let's step onto the scale for me. I stood up and stepped on and he noted in my file my weight of 195 pounds and had me stay standing as he took my height. He noted my height at 6ft 3 and I was pleased when he told me that I am the perfect height and weight for someone my age. I beamed with pride hearing that after spending months working out to get myself ready. Alright now I need you to remove your underwear for me so I may finish the rest of the exam. I was a little hesitant but he assured me that many guys who come through here have been the same and to remind myself that it will happen more and more once I enlist. with that I stripped my underwear off and the doctor didn't even react to the fact that I was rock hard. My cock stood at full attention. It's a full eight inches and I am circumcised with a thick mushroom tip. The doc went right to work feeling my balls checking for any lumps and had me cough for any hernia. It felt amazing when he was touching me and as a plus he wasn't wearing gloves so I could feel his soft skin. He lingered a bit more on my balls and I went red when he asked me to turn around and that he was going to give me a prostate exam now. I turned around and bent over and could feel him spreading my ass open and felt even more red when he commented that he liked my tattoo. I started to stammer and was so worried that he was going to say that because I am POZ that I could go no further and wouldn't be allowed to join the army. He sensed my fear and told me not to worry about it. There are plenty of guys who come through that are HIV+ and have led perfect army carriers. I was relieved when he said this and now turned on. He turned away from me for a moment and told me not to move. He was back at my ass now sliding his wet fingers at my hole probing to get in. I tried to relax as best as I could to allow him access to my hole and then I felt him enter me. For some reason it hurt when he did and I didn't realize until I reached back and found it was no longer his fingers but the head of his cock pushing in. I didn't hear him get naked at all but looked over and saw his clothes neatly folded on the chair next to the exam table. I was shocked that a doctor would take advantage of his patient like this but I am so glad that he did. He slammed his full cock into my ass and pulled me in whispering in my ear that I was getting his added strain to take with me to basic training and licked my neck and continued to slide in and out of my ass making me whimper. He started to make out with me to help keep me quite so any of the others outside wouldn't hear what was going on and he kept pulling all the way out and slamming it in to the root making the exam table squeak more and more with each thrust. I was in heaven feeling each of this doctor filling me and I was leaking so much pre cum and he was smearing it around on our bodies. I could feel I was getting close to cumming and felt him getting thicker as well. He whispered in my ear just as he slammed in one final time "welcome to the poz army slut". With that I lost it completely and squeezed my ass so tight I could feel him unload his poz strain into my ass and it made my cock blow and cover both of us in my cum. We both caught our breath and as he pulled out with a wet plop he grabbed a butt plug from one of his drawers and put it in me stretching my hole and then closing it on the base to keep his strain inside. He kissed me one more time and helped me off the exam table and quickly cleaned ourselves up before we got dressed. He winked at me and said good luck in basic you poz pig. He opened the door and called for the next recruit in line. I went to the next station at MEPS knowing that the army would be a life to look forward to. Part 2 cumming soon

The steps creak up the steep staircase. The smell of sweat and bleach saturate the carpet. He promised me a full charge load. Saved for me. Saved just for me. Palms already sweaty I pay the room fee. Fresh bottle of rush and scribble my name into the sheet like everyone else has done. He says he's already. "Dark room. Hurry, pig." He calls me pig. And he's right. That's what I am. Only happy when I feel the skin on skin contact. Only happy when I know that I'm doing something I know I shouldn't. That I know will get me into trouble. Drop off my stuff in the room and take that first sniff of poppers. Rush and warmth. It's dark down the halls and my head is already spinning. My hole twitches as I head down to the dark room. Several doors are open, revealing asses facing the door, and guys stroking, guys checking out their phones. If any of the guys want me, I'm game. I don't care who plays with me. I see the faint outline and subtle glow of the bleached white towels. He's sitting off in the corner, stroking his hefty cock. I sat down and look to my left. Yeah, it was definitely him. I take a long sniff. "Good pig." He says while stroking his cock some more. He's on the top seat. I'm in the bottom. I move over and position myself, knees on the overused cushion I lick up the base of that cockring engorged dick and I can feel the girth and weight of what I'm going to take. Its heavy, heavier than the pictures made it. Heavier than I thought. Full of poz cum that I wanted, that I needed to be inside me. My mouth envelops his cock and I get to work. Desperately trying to make him wet and harder. I need him to feel like he's more than me. I need him to see that I am a good pig. That I deserve his seed. He moans. He squeals. He tells me to get on my hands and knees. I obey. Propped up against the bench I take a long hit of my poppers as I feel heat at my back door. He enters. This isn't love. This isn't first time. There's pain. But Only for a second. I know he's tearing me. I know he doesn't care. All I know is that finally I feel whole. He grabs my shoulders and starts his assault. He's slow at first. Then fast. He calls me his bitch. He calls me a pig. "Fuck that's hot." I realize now there are two other guys there. A black guy and a young white guy. The black guy moves up in the bench. My hole still taking a pounding. "He in you raw?" He asks. "Yes." I squeak. I feel so used as these men watch this old man pound at my hole. "Can I go next?" The young white guys. He's stroking his long thin cock "Sure." My buddy says. He starts to pick up the pace. He's getting closer. "Suck this dick" the black guy says and brings his cock to my mouth. I take it. He's larger than my friend. He smells like sweat and b.o. The only sounds are me sucking and my friend slamming against my hole. "Fuck!!!!" He yells. Thats the first one. He pulls out. Slaps my ass and casually says.....next.... ***hope you guys got off. More to come. First time posting like this hope you enjoy***

There was a store called Circus of Books on Sunset Blvd in Silver Lake, it was my go-to for porn, poppers, and the things we boys need to play. This was back in the days when Silver Lake was scattered with leather bars, gay bars, sex clubs, and just scandalous. I go to the store the manager who became a friend of mine, was training a new guy, he fucking hot, tats everywhere (side note: tats weren't in back then) tall as fuck, medium-long brown hair, tight jeans showing a hell of a basket. The manager introduces us, his name was Bud, and he and his roommate just moved here. We get to talking he asked me if I could show him around later that night. I couldn't say no, that would be rude. I show up at 10 to meet with him and the manager asks us to come up to the office, never been there before, wtf it's not an office but a playroom. The manager shuts the door, grabs a pipe, and we start smoking, he says, Bud here said he wanted to fuck you, I told him I want to watch. Next thing I know Bud is stripping me down and sucking my dick before I know it I'm on my back getting my hole beat with Bud's big cock. After Bud breeds me the manager flips me on my belly and dives in with his huge cock. 30 minutes later were smoking some more getting ready for another round.

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I have had a couple of experiences with workers as well. The first was in Vegas at a gay resort I was staying at. There was a room where you could sit and watch porn on couches. I was up early and went in to see what it was all about. I don’t watch porn so I was really there to see who came in. A worker that had checked me in and I thought was flirting came in and stood next to me with his cock at eye level. We made small talk and then he rubbed his cock. I leaned over took it out of his linen pants and started to suck. A few minutes later I was bent over the couch and he was balls deep. He bred me and still no one came in. I sat there waiting for the next guy with his cum oozing out of me. The second time was at steamworks in Chicago. I was there during the day when Howard brown was doing hiv testing. I recognized the guy as a boyfriend of a friend of a friend kind of thing. He was really cute and was giving me eye contact. I was cruising around and ran into him. He said he only had a few minutes and turned me around and bred me. I had thought he was a bottom because from what I remember of his husband he was very dom. After he came he went back to doing testing. It was really hot.

First time was with another guy in my grade, both 15. We were friends and started sucking each other off all the time that year, basically whenever we had a free 10 minutes. During lunch at school we would go to this one single occupancy bathroom and if it was full we’d go out to the wood’s behind the parking lot to swallow each others loads. After school I’d go to his house and we would go in his RV to make out & suck and eventually we got into fingering each other too. We got kind of careless sometimes. His two brothers would be on the couch and we’d get up and go in the walk in closet in his bed room which was just the next room over. We’d both cum and come back whenever we were done, I wonder what they thought we were doing lol. Anyways one day it was just us at his house and nobody would be back for awhile so we had spent the whole day naked together. At this point we had got in his parents shower and knelt on the floor taking turns fingering each other. I can’t remember who suggested we finally fuck but we went into his parents bed after and decided I would fuck him. Used some Vaseline on his hole and fingered him a bit more to open him up but once I actually had my cock in him he said it hurt. So I got on my back and he fucked me instead. I remember thinking about how warm his dick felt inside me, it was only a few minutes until I felt it pulsing and he grunted and held himself inside me. Proud to say my first time I was bred. It’s still kind of hot to think back on this time cus it was honestly a really great experience that showed me for the first time how much I really loved cock. Been 8 years now and I’ve taken probably over 100 guys’ cocks but those few minutes I was inside him is still the only time I’ve ever topped. Born to bottom I guess lol.

Note: I'm using @hntnhole's post, but my comments are more intended for and directed to the OP, @BoyStrangler. Ok, maybe I haven't been here that long, so your mileage may vary compared to my own. I've held the unenviable role of moderating other sites over time (I currently have moderation authority on another very large public forum to review reported content or TOS violations), and I can fairly state that it's actually a pretty thankless job. It's like going into work knowing that you're going to piss someone off no matter what you do. Invariably, you do the right thing for the right reasons and the site users will always want to countermand you for every decision. You don't want AI to take over this job when the job of artificial intelligence is black or white and humans can interpret the various grey shades between. Not your circus, not your monkeys, try your hand at creating your own very similar site and see how well you do. And like @hntnhole, I've had disagreements in opinion of certain people on the site, a few of whom might feel as if "they're always right, and you're always wrong". There's this wonderful function on the site that lets you force ignore all of their postings when you've had enough of it. Maybe not a bad idea to do that every so often to let things cool off, as they always will. But if that doesn't work out for you and you find yourself victimized in some way, try a hobby. Youtube has plenty of how-to videos, for instance "How to remove your own appendix", along with any number of cat videos and pimple popping. Try it out. And if you ever want to see true censorship, walk on over to Facebook sometime and meet their Ministry of Truth. That'll make this site seem like paradise. Agreed wholeheartedly. Of course there will be some [banned topics] for either legal or ethical reasons. The same way that Youtube doesn't show videos on animal vivisection -- not everything is suitable for consumption. One to keep in mind.

Part 10- The Second Weigh In ”Here pig pig pig”. Cole heard his feeding call and dragged himself over to the spigot. His fuck flu had finally passed. Now he just felt hungry and tired. As he finished nursing the spigot, the stall door slid open. The Farm Hand grabbed his chain, saying nothing. He dragged Cole to the sterile room again, and shoved him onto the scale. This time, Cole realized what was happening. The Hog Farmer was not in the room this time. The Farm Hand just weighed him, and measured his height. Something had happened though. Cole thought he had gotten over the fuck flu just a couple of days ago. In reality, it had been another two weeks. Since his time had begun in the original paddock, Cole now just gave in. “320”, he hear the Farm Hand say. Cole could feel his tits hanging loose. All he thought about though was his next feeding. —— Working on the next part.

On Grindr, since you can change your display name at will, when I host, one I take my first load my display name becomes ‘OneLoadIn’. Then, ‘TwoLoadsIn’, and so on. Last time, I ended up on Grindr under the name ‘SevenLoadsIn’. It’s funny to watch how the number of guys viewing the profile picks up speed the higher the number goes. That being said, last time I tallied 132 views on Grindr - and I think only one of them actually fucked me. That may just be Louisville for you - I’ve had similar results before - but it does beg the question of whether I’m hurting my chances by essentially documenting my increasing sluttiness in real time. By far, most men who walk through my hotel or bathhouse door are likely to call me a slut or a whore, and it’s obvious that that doesn’t bother them one bit - in fact, they enjoy it. It seems to give them license to use me harder, or with less restraint; since I’m a whore, the sex, they figure, is what I’m for. Given the situation, I can’t argue with that. So if someone looks at me in judgment over my promiscuity, it just indicates to me that they don’t understand what the whole thing’s about. They have a very limited view of what sexual contact ought to be, and if it doesn’t fit into their framework they don’t want it. There’s not much you can do with that. I understand a considered decision not to engage with promiscuous sexual partners on the basis of STD risk, but at the same time I actually feel sorry for a man who denies himself the use of me because he has a preconceived notion of what I am (note I do not say who I am, as sluts are objectified). He is a man who fucks ass; my ass is available to him; the ass is of good quality; but he goes without. It’s a shame. I’m always fascinated by the sounds men make when they orgasm inside me - they make sounds men don’t make in any other context, sounds that rise up from the very root of them and reveal a vulnerable side, even the most hardened, aggressive Dominant. I sometimes wonder if those who shun sluts are in fact simply afraid of their own vulnerability.

Maybe cheap. Maybe a whore. But in my opinion, both of them can be complements. And I rather enjoyed stuffing my cock up his ass and dumping a couple of loads up there.

I had something similar going on with my ex-boyfriend's dad. I was 18 and it was my very first real relationship. I was deeply in love with my ex, but when I watched him interact with his dad it gave me heat flashes. His dad was overly affectionate, as is constant kisses on the cheek, shoulder rubbing, cuddling, etc. One time I showed up at his house and he was in the kitchen "helping" his dad make dinner; i.e. he was sitting on the counter with a glass of chocolate milk, swinging his legs back and forth while his dad did all the work. It made me crave his father more than anything. My ass would constantly shiver because I was insanely horny for him. But I never acted on it - Because I knew it would ruin my relationship with my then bf and leave him devastated. Because even if his dad was gay or bi and went for it, it would ruin their relationship, too, and leave them both devastated. Having said that, maybe you can be a brother figure to him and help him sort his wiring out. If your boyfriend isn't willing or in a position to do that, I'm sure he'd be open to a dynamic like that with you.

I just finished watching my own femboy faggot son kneel in front of me in a bra and panties, high heels and a pretty wig and full makeup, wrap her lipstick coated cocksucker lips around my cock and suck me off with the muscles in the back of her throat. She literally sucked the cum out of my balls and drank my load like a thirsty girl who was lost in the desert. There is something to be said for the difference between someone who sucks cock and someone who IS a cocksucker. A faggot like my son actually milks the cum out of mens bodies, through the cock and balls. lf you live with a cocksucker or know a cocksucker, you really should be using it. Great blowjobs whenever you want one and they love doing it. Someone recently asked me if I feel guilty using my biological sons throat regularly and even pounding her t-girl pussy now and then and I said fuck no. She’s legal, and more than eager to suck her old mans cock (Or any guy really, cause she’s a slut) plus she is the one who made it happen for the first couple dozen blowjobs before I even knew she was blowing me. (porntheatre gloryhole hookups). As long as she loves sucking my cock and is so talented at doing it, she might as well be servicing my cock.

Part 7- Poz Hog Cole laid in that stall for days. He was still collared to his chain, but they didn’t bother closing the door. “Steers” of all shapes and sizes would be led in at random points, mount him, dump their loads, and then be led out. They all had the same trait though: a scorpion above their cock, with the tail ending at the head of their penis. Cole was so sick and feverish with fuck flu he barely registered it. They gave him nothing but water for two days, however on the third they resumed the forced feedings. He had no appetite but didn’t get sick from the Hog Feed. On the fourth day, he woke up to another steer withdrawing his cock from him and being led back to a stall. By this point his hole was ruined. It barely closed anymore, and was in a constant gape, making Cole long for something to fill it. This time, the Farm Hand appeared and gave him a deposit from a syringe. “Today’s a special day. You’re gonna get your mark,” the man sneered. Cole had no idea what that meant and didn’t care at this point. A couple hours later, he appeared again. “Get up,” the man snarled. He dragged Cole by his collar back to the sterile room with fluorescent lighting. This time, there was a bench in the middle of the floor. “Fuck”, thought Cole. Again, his time on the ranch had taught him that rack was built for one thing only: breeding. The Hog Farmer was in a corner, naked. He didn’t have tattoos like the regular Farmer, just a skull and cross bones above his cock, which was pierced with a massive spiked PA. The Farm Hand led Cole to the bench, and strapped him in. Ankles, knees, wrists, neck. If it could be tied down, it was. He was merciful at least, and spread a large quantity of grease on Cole’s ass, he even shoved a large glob inside of him. The Hog Farmer approached without a word or expression, he moved behind Cole and thrust his giant pierced death stick deep in Cole. The Hog screamed and lost consciousness. The fuck flu combined with the sudden violation was too much. ”Wake up hog”. Someone through water on Cole’s face. As he came to, he realized he was back in his stall. Something was different though. He looked down, and realized he was in a different latex suit. This was red and black. HIs hole was on fire. “Don’t worry,” the Farm Hand said. “The client likes your progress. You only have to put up with us for a few more weeks. Then the real fun starts. But in the meantime, enjoy your new status, and your new ink”. Cole heard the stall slam shut. He realized it wasn’t just his hole that burned, it was both his ass cheeks and above his hole. He had no mirror, and the latex covered it, but he now had a biohazard tattoo above his ass, with “Poz” and “Hog” tattooed on either ass cheek. The pain was nothing compared to his fever and fuck flu though. Just as he began to drift off to sleep, his brain shut down as it heard those magic words: “Here pig pig pig”… ——- Working away. Let me know any feedback.

Watching cocks pumping sperm into wanting holes is only second to looking into a man's face as he does the same.

so does anyone know of a porn where you can obviously tell the bottom is feelin every inch and every moment of the fuck and not liking it but puts up with it anyway? or where the bottom is obviously being torn up from the fuck? I know there was actually a broke straight boys vid from a ong tome ago with Kodi and some ginger top who pulled out and you saw blood on his cock. i came every time i watched that vid cause Kodi was screamin like most bottoms do but you know this stuf was real pain and i fucking loved it. was wonderin if anyone knew of more like it.

Not Entirely My Story. I took a great story and took it the next level with strong POZ overtones. If this is not allowed in this FORUM. Please allow me to delete and carry on. Girlfriend's Brother Pozzes ME While She Is At Work. I had gone over to my girlfriend's house and we were to go to see an afternoon movie and then to dinner. Amy's brother Andy informed me that she was called into work until 4 because her manager was sick. Andy was just about ready to go swimming and he asked me if I'd like to join him. I started to decline as I didn't have a swimsuit and I told him so. He told me that had a few extra swimsuits and we went to his bedroom. All he had were Speedos and I was a little shy about wearing them. He finally talked me into it and while I chose the pair I wanted, and in a flash he was already changing, unashamed, as he undressed before me. He had a great body and I was a little taken aback by the fact that I had noticed such a thing. What really intrigued me was a biohazard tattoo he had right above his long thick cock. Amy had always said he was the black sheep of the family and they always spoke in hushed tones about whenever a non-family member was in earshot. I had no clue what it was other than he was more likely gay, but that did not bother me…all that much. I undressed slowly, hoping he would go on out without me and let me change in private, but he did not. I turned away from him slightly, but I could feel his gay eyes up my straight ass as I stood there naked. I turned briefly to snatch the Speedos from his bed, and I'm sure he got a look at my cock. Strangely, I stiffened at the thought. After dressing, we went to the pool and swam and tanned for about 2 hours. We wrestled a little in the pool and I felt his hand graze my package a few times. Each time letting it linger there a bit longer than the time before. I stiffened, again. "Amy should be home in about another hour," he said. "What do you want to do to kill time?" I told him I didn't know, but I definitely wanted to change first. "Do you need to shower or do you just want to dry off?" he asked. I told him I'd like a shower. This gave me an excuse to change in the bathroom, and maybe take care of this half a boner I had going on. When I got inside I realized I had a slight problem. I had tied the string in the Speedos in a knot, and I could not get it out. I told Andy and he happily agreed to help get the knot out. On his knees, his hands working only inches from my cock, he got the knot out in about 5 minutes. But not without incident, though. His hands occasionally brushed my cock and it reacted to his gentle touching, even if it was by another guy. He saw and felt my hardening cock and said, "Is it wanting Amy?" I just smiled, embarrassed. He got to his feet and asked for the Speedos, as he was headed for the laundry room. "Can I bring them after I take my shower?" I asked. He said, "I don't want to make two trips." I hesitated, and he asked, "Embarrassed by your body? Don't be." He took his Speedos off to show me that there was nothing to i exposing his biohazard tat again. "Well?" I took them off and handed them to him. "Thanks," he said, then kissed me. As he held me I felt his cock stiffen against mine. His cock was getting hard and so was mine. "Does Amy give head? I do," he said, and he stroked my cock my rock hard cock. He stopped, turned, and went to his bedroom. "Joining me?" he asked. I don't know why I did it, but I followed him. I followed him down the hall to Amy’s room. When I walked into the room where I had fucked his sister countless times. He was lying on her bed and I laid down next to him with his hard 8 inch cock pointing straight up. He rolled over and kissed me, then his lips began kissing my neck, chest, nipples, stomach, and then found my crotch. His right hand was between my legs playing with my ass as he licked my balls and cock. I thought I was going to cum before he started sucking me off. Pre-cum appeared at the head of my cock and he carefully licked it off. Then he started to take me down, little by little, until he'd swallowed it all. His sister did give head, but not like this. He was great and the apprehension I had was now gone. I could feel the orgasm coming, my cock ready to explode. His fingers slowly explored my hole with one and two fingers. He knew I was about to cum, too, and he removed his mouth and stroked my cock as my wad shot all over my stomach. I thought he was like his sister, a non-swallower, but he licked all my cum off my body while he slipped a second finger into my ass. Andy laid next to me, and I told him that he gave great head. He held my hand, then led it to his crotch. It felt odd having someone else's cock in my hand. "I want to get a nut, too," he said. "Are you going to blow me or am I going to have to fuck you in the ass?" I decided to go down on him, and I did it directly. No wasting time licking his balls or cock. I didn't really know what I was doing or if it was correct, but Andy was moaning, so I kept it up. He was doing most of the work, his hand on the back of my head, his hips thrusting, much like what I did to his sister. Suddenly, he pulled his cock from my mouth and shot his wad all over my face. He kissed me and licked it off. He got up and got a jar of Vaseline from his dresser. "I thought I made it clear I didn't want to be fucked," I told him. "No," he said. "I want you to fuck me," and he lubed up my cock. He was on all fours, waiting for me to enter him. Even with the lubricant, his ass was tighter than Amy's pussy. It felt so good. It was odd. I could feel my balls occasionally slapping his balls as I pumped, and when I came, I came inside him. "That was great," he said. "Getting fucked is better than fucking because of the stimulating of the prostate. Plus, I got a gift for you!" I looked at him quizzically, but he just ignored me and pushed me on my back. He lifted my legs, fingered and ate my ass. He had me moaning in seconds. I felt myself get close to cumming. He leaned in and kissed me with tongue exploring my mouth. He said that was hot as he leaned down and took my cock into his mouth and sucked me and cleaned me off. I was still horned up when he pushed a finger into my ass. I jumped at the invasion, but it quickly felt good. He looked me in the eye. “We have an hour. I want to give you my gift” he said meekly as he pushed a 2nd finger into my hole. I gasped and begged him for his seed. In a flash, he had his cock lightly lubed and as he slowly withdrew his fingers he pushed his thick cock into me. I felt so full, but it felt so good. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my balls. He had all of his 8 inch cock in me. He pistoned his meaty cock deep into my ass. I begged for his seed. “Ask for my gift” he insisted. I wondered what he meant, but I begged him for his present. “I want your gift,” I exclaimed as he slapped my ass hard. He jackhammered his raw cock in my ass. I was breathless. I held my legs up from behind my knees. I try to spread them as wide as possible to give him all the access he needed or wanted. “Give me the gift” thinking I was asking for his seed. He jackhammered my hole. I could feel myself wanting to pee. He was hitting the spot in my cunt that I had never felt before. He buried all 8 inches of his poz cock into my hole. He shouted out that he was pozzing my faggot hole. I came all over us. I never came hard in my life. I literally shot cum over my face hitting the headboard of the bed. We both laughed at my eruption. He laughed as he bred me. We were so entrenched in our love making that we did not hear the front door open and in the doorway was Amy with her fingers in her panties watching her brother breed me. I could feel his cock expand, pulse and shoot his tainted load into my virgin ass. I laid there breathless as Andy’s cock retreated from my soon to be pozzed hole. When Andy rolled off he saw his sister fingering herself. “I guess we pozzed another one huh sis” he quipped. I heard two things that made my eyes pop open in a flash. The fact Amy was watching us and he had just pozzed me. I tried to cover myself up, but I realized my clothes were in Andy’s room. I tried to rationalize what just happened and did Andy say “pozzed another one”. I asked him what he meant, and that is when Amy spoke up. “Yeah, we are both poz you see those notches in the bed post” I looked at the notched post there were at least 15 on her bedpost. She said, “there is one for every boy that Andy and I have pozzed in the last 2 years. Ever since, we had a 3sum with our poz daddy and he pozzed us both.” “our goal from that day on has been to poz as many straight acting fag boys like you” she said matter of factly. I slumped my head knowing she was right. I had been secretly craving cock for a while. I just needed a push out the door. I reached over touching Andy’s face and thanked him for his gift. I climbed back on the bed on all fours and asked him to fuck me doggy to make sure it took. Amy grabbed her dildo and sat in her chair and watched her brother breed her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend with another poz load. Wouldn't you know it, he was right. That statement got me curious and I let him fuck me. Afterwards, we showered together, toweled each other off, and then kissed. He grabbed my cock and whispered, "I'll let you know when she works again," and I enjoyed my relationship with him as much as with Amy. Do you think I should do a part two? Let me know what you think. Feedback is greatly appreciated so is hot chat. Joey I am a bareback slut who is surprised he is not poz yet

I love sucking my neighbor’s white cock. And his was a gorgeous pinkish white 9" curved beauty, as was his beautiful pale ginger hair body. I can only speak for myself. As a self-respected black man, who has no problem admitting he loves sucking white cock? I dropped to my knees and then like a cock hungry whore, I proceeded to licked and sucked my neighbor’s cock, licked his fat hairy balls, and rimmed the sexiest white ass I ever saw. But when he fucked me, it was fucking incredible! It was so damn good that I had an orgasm without stroking myself. Then Saturday morning I woke alone, I felt my anus throb and then a wetness in my underwear. I went to the bathroom and I had cum all over my cock and seeping out my asshole. Damn, I was hooked, I called my neighbor and begged him to come back to my apartment that evening, he only lives 3 doors from me. As instructed, I waited for him naked on my knees, hands locked behind my head. My door was unlocked when he entered. He also left the door open for a brief minute, allowing others to easily see me if they passed by. Thankfully no one did. To prove his dominance over me, my neighbor first gripped my head, than he began wiping and slapping my face and lips with his cock. It was very demeaning as well as humiliating but a huge turn on as well. My neighbor now showed no respect toward me. Yet, I was still so turned on. As he used me for a few hours, he called me every racial degrading name there is. I wasn’t at all upset. Its all so very true. I was and still am a Lover of My Neighbor’s Big White Cock.

have you ever gotten to watch a cocksucking faggot like me get down on it’s knees and suck their actual fathers cock and swallow his load? on video, through a window, through a glory hole, sitting in the room watching, etc..I have watched several of my fellow cocksucking faggots do this. the first time was a set up by a guy who’s father wanted to fuck my ass. his son sucked his cock all the time but never took him up the ass but he would let his dad fuck his boytoys like me if they were into it. I was very much into it when I walked in and saw him down on his knees sucking his dads big beautiful cock and he offered it to me (they knew I was coming over). the dad said he knew he was gonna fuck me the first time his son brought me home and fucked me in his room with the door open.

It’s as I feared, then. They’re just selfish, inconsiderate assholes, thoughtlessly deceiving another person just for a thrill, giving no consideration to the value of the other person’s time, or his feelings. What’s more, they’re liars and frauds, because they agree to something they know they’re not going to do. There is no excuse for it. The irony is, they derive their thrill from the idea that someone wants them, but they don’t think about it enough to realize that once they’ve done it, that guy isn’t going to want to touch them with a ten-foot pole - the very act makes them undesirable.

I am at a stage in life where if I were to convert it is pretty much a dead heat that other factors will kill me before HIV. So the motivation to avoid has declined for me. That said, I've made it this far in life raw only and neg after all these years. The majority of that PrEP wasn't even a thing. Still, I am not "needing" to seroconvert either. With a certain amount of confirmed natural immunity; combined with the fact that the only poz guys I know are undetectable I don't see the point in PrEP for me any longer. Poz talk during sex truly turns me on; as illogical as that is. But I love it and on those occasions where it comes up, participate.

Not sure you'll be able to definitively nail this one down (so to speak). First off, as an aside: as a bottom i measure a Mans cock by more than physical size. For instance, my penis measure ~7" and is fairly girthy, but i perceive it as smaller than Top who has a 'large' drive to penetrate and breed. 😉 One possible explanation for Your morning wood variance could come down to circulation. Our endothelial function is effected by what we eat. A meal high in salt can severely restrict endothelial function in the first hour after eating. A high fat meal can do the same for about six hours, the effects peak at about 4.5 hours after. The endothelium lines our vasculature and is responsible, among other things, for secreting vasodilators that help regulate blood pressure and circulation. ED is a circulation issue. So, one could propose that since You are not eating things that may effect Your circulation because You are asleep, Your circulation improves while You sleep and the positive effects are in evidence in the morning. There are all sorts of other factors, just playing with fun physiological facts here. For instance, another factor could be decreased circulatory demand while You sleep. I.e., You're not moving around and placing more demand from other body parts. Apparently, a cock never sleeps.

I revel in the fact guys see me as a promiscuous slut. When I was a teen and had my 25th sex partner i was stoked but a bunch of guys that knew me were horrified at my promiscuity....but then they wanted to hear all about. I knew then i wanted to have a wrecked asshole and massive partner count. yes there are the odd moralists who look down on me for not doing the made up sexual monogamy thing--"but, you're on grindr, judging guys as sluts? WHY are you on grindr?"--but in the main, most guys are sluts and they don't care. Some guys get off on how loose obviously heavily used my hole is and how much size and use it can take. I have no shame or guilt about myself and share myself with guys every whwere i go. My fiends are used to the fact they know i will get fucked and/or fisted while at a bar and don't car who watches. So encountering me with my pants around my ankles is not uncommon. My husband is often the camera guy on my porn scenes and he encourages my promiscuous living. i couldn't be luckier. And yeah, i have a solid reputation as a male slut,

In fact, the original post of this thread was reported by a member for that infraction of the rules. I did not moderate that report, as I decided it was appropriate in this case to recuse myself. Thanks to @drscorpio for doing so.

Love the thought of being poz and hopefully will get to be poz one day. i stopped using prep months ago and have taken two poz loads

Chapter 5: Sleeping Beauty As soon as they walked in the door of the condo, Markus wanted to seize Andrew in his arms and start kissing him and undressing him. Andrew had to fight him off for the few seconds it took to close and lock the door. That done, he quickly grabbed Markus by the hand and dragged him to the bedroom. They fell into each other’s arms then, kissing as passionately as if both of them had been stuck in the middle of the desert with no human contact for half a year or more. Before long, all their clothes were on the floor in a heap, and the two bodies were piled in another heap on the bed, arms and legs all tangled up in each other as each of them struggled to touch and feel and kiss as much of the other as possible. No words were needed. None were possible. Their lips were closely fastened together, tongues duelling in the tiny space between their mouths. Hands were moving over and around all parts of their bodies in less time than it takes to describe it. Finally, Markus got loose from the kiss and bent his head down to take Andrew’s cock in his mouth. Almost by instinct, he tried to get up on his knees to get the best shot at deep throating that beautiful tool, but his injured leg sent him a sharp reminder of its presence, and he fell on his back. Then, he urged Andrew to come up over him and feed that rigid cock down his throat. Andrew assumed the knees position over Markus, and then bent down to swallow Markus as Markus swallowed him. It was another sign to Andrew that the Markus he knew and loved was back, when they instantly fell into a perfectly synchronous rhythm in their sixty-nine, each one going down as the other did. They did it so smoothly that it felt almost like they were each sucking themselves. Plainly, Markus had not in the least forgotten his virtuoso cock-sucking skills, and Andrew outdid himself in matching him. Their cock-sucking duel kept growing in intensity and power until both of them began moaning, a sure sign that they were nearing climax. Andrew was rubbing his fingers gently over the taint below the cock, and Markus was doing the same to him as they drove each other towards the peak. Then it happened. Andrew groaned and pumped a first shot into the sucking mouth under him at the exact moment that Markus let his first huge squirt fire into Andrew’s mouth. The two of them went on pulsing and cumming in perfect unison, in an ecstatic reunion of pleasure. When the waves of orgasm finally died away, Andrew swung around and kissed Markus, each one sharing the other’s cum in a perfect snowball. They wrapped their arms around each other, holding each other close in a comfortable and (for Markus) suddenly familiar embrace. It was still early evening, but they fell asleep like that, and slept until morning, waking up with their arms still holding each other in a loving hug. Markus disentangled himself first, rolling out of bed to head for the bathroom. Then he pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt, walked down the hall to the kitchen, ground the beans, and set the coffee maker running. As he was doing that, he felt Andrew’s arms sliding around him. “Good morning, husband,” Markus said, turning his head to meet Andrew’s kisses. “Good morning, my love,” Andrew responded, between kisses. “You realize that we never did toast our anniversary properly.” Andrew laughed. “I think the toast we drank was better than any glass of champagne.” Markus replied, after a moment’s thought. “Our twentieth anniversary – and the first day of our new lives together. How perfect is that? You’re right.” Once the coffee was poured, they sat down, enjoying the fresh brew and the quiet time to be together again. After a while, Andrew got up and organized some breakfast. Once they’d eaten and got the dishes cleaned up, it was time for the morning therapy. Markus headed down to the bedroom and climbed onto the massage table. Andrew came in and began working on his left leg muscles, and almost at once Markus started trying to grope him. But Andrew shut him down. “We’ll never get this done if you keep trying to get me going like that. But let’s not forget, you need to do this and make it work with me if you’re going to recover one hundred percent use of your arm and leg. Focus, and save the fun and games for later.” Markus was contrite. “I’m sorry, and you’re absolutely right. Business before pleasure, Mr. Therapist.” They both laughed at that, but then the rest of the therapy session was conducted properly. It was a different matter when the prescribed exercises were finished. Andrew made some notes on the chart Henrik had left for him, and then kept on massaging Markus, but with rather more attention being paid to certain other muscle groups and body parts that were no part of the required physiotherapy -- that, and the way he began using massage techniques that never appeared in any kind of official physiotherapy manual. Those techniques involved a lot of use of the tongue and fingers, and much attention to the cock, nips, balls, and ass. Andrew spent a good ten minutes making love to Markus’ lovely ass, the first time he’d had a chance to do that since the accident. After that long of a tongue bath and tongue fucking, it took no time at all for Markus to open up and let Andrew’s finger inside his hole. Soon Markus was writhing and moaning all over the bed while Andrew continued to twist his finger in and out of that tight ass, finding and stroking the prostate to drive Markus even further into total sexual abandon. Andrew bent down to kiss Markus as he continued to work two fingers in and out. Markus moaned, “Oh, fuck, I so want you inside me, making love to me. But I can’t lift my legs very well, it’s still hard to move that left one.” “Well, roll onto your side, whichever one is more comfortable, and let’s see what we can do with that.” Markus got onto his right side, and Andrew positioned his cock at the hole, then began to lean in. Markus opened right up at the first pressure and, in no time, Andrew had gotten the head inside and was slowly sinking farther into the channel. Markus groaned in pleasure. As for Andrew, he was over the moon with delight at finally getting to join himself to his husband again. That familiar and well-loved tunnel surrounded his cock as he delved in, and Markus let out another moan as he touched bottom. “Markus, can you turn your shoulders and chest to lie flat?” “There you go.” Once he’d done that, they were in a position where they could face each other and kiss while Andrew fucked Markus. He proceeded to do just that. He leaned forward over Markus and brought his face down, sliding his tongue into his man’s mouth as he slid his cock up inside that beautiful tight ass. Andrew was in no hurry; he wanted to make this last as long as possible. He kept his pumping motions nice and slow, aiming himself to keep rubbing against Markus’ prostate every so often. Markus would moan again every time he did that, and his rock-solid cock would jump by itself each time Andrew made contact. “Ohhh… Oh, Andrew, that feels so wonderful. You’re filling me and stretching me so much.” Andrew continued kissing Markus as he worked slowly inside that wonderful ass, pumping slowly and lovingly in and out again. “Markus, I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you woke up. To be inside you, to make love to you. You feel so amazing, wrapped around me, drawing me into you.” Andrew felt his orgasm beginning to build and stopped moving. He wanted to make this last as long as possible, so he pulled slowly out and bent down to work on Markus some more with his tongue. Markus kept moaning and murmuring about how wonderful it felt as Andrew washed his crack and hole down with slow, luxurious tongue strokes and kisses. Then he pulled up again, placed his cockhead back against the hole and sank slowly back in while Markus exhaled a long-breathed “Yeeaaaaahhhhh.” Once more, Andrew resumed his slow, loving strokes in and out of Markus’ ass while they kept kissing each other. At last, the passion of the kisses reached Andrew’s dick and his fucking motions began to speed up. “You want me to fill you up, Markus?” “Oh, yeah, I want it. Give to me – cum in my ass.” “I’m going to give you a big load.” “Yesssss, Andrew, I want it all. Fill me up, cream my guts, don’t stop!” Just then, Andrew felt like the dam was about to burst and he slammed all the way inside Markus, just in time for the first shots of cum to spray all the way inside. Markus speeded up his stroking hand and came right along with Andrew, firing his cum all over his abs and chest, and even hitting Andrew on the side of the face with one shot as they kept kissing each other right through their orgasm. At last they calmed down and their breathing slowed to normal. Andrew let himself slide out of Markus, and Markus then rolled his hips down so that he was lying flat on his back. Andrew snuggled right up against him, and they kept on kissing and cuddling like that for a good half hour before Andrew finally, reluctantly, detached himself and sat up. “I need a shower. I reek of hot sex.” Markus laughed. “I’m not objecting. Don’t you want me to come along and help wash you?” “Of course. Let’s go.” The shower involved not only some extremely thorough washing, but also a good deal more gentle, romantic kissing. The two of them spent the rest of the weekend carrying on like the pair of honeymooners they’d been twenty years earlier, bouncing from bed to table to bed, and going out each night for dinner in another place that was waiting for Markus to rediscover it. In between bouts of sex, and the twice-daily therapy sessions, they spent a lot of time talking about exactly which details and moments Markus could remember. Andrew kept his laptop on the table between meals and would look up his photos of any particular time or incident which Markus recalled. That gave him a chance to try to recover even more details of his memories. But when Andrew started branching out into times Markus hadn’t remembered yet, trying to accelerate the recovery, Markus gently called a halt. “You’re trying too hard, Andrew, and I don’t think this is a process you can force. It has to happen in my brain’s own good time. I know you’re desperate to have me all the way back to normal, but we both have to remember always that this is going to a be a long road – not a weekend do-it-yourself project for us.” It was a message Markus had to repeat more than once in the days that followed. By Monday, Andrew had also brought Markus up to speed on his own work in the brokerage, and how he was using a combination of work-at-home and office time during these weeks when he was caring for Markus. Although not yet putting in a full day at the office, Andrew went into work in person each day during that week, for at least a few hours, and manfully endured a lot of ribbing about his side gig as a personal nurse and what kinds of health therapies he was expected to perform. On Wednesday, Andrew got a text message from Henrik: “Home again, jetlagged like crazy. Ten A.M. tomorrow OK for you?” “Confirmed.” Then he told Markus that Henrik was back and would see them Thursday morning. That being so, they skipped any rousing sex that night or Thursday, so they could be ready, neat, and tidy when Henrik arrived. “We’ve got some big news for you,” Markus said as soon as Andrew and Henrik entered the bedroom where he lay on the massage table. “Well, that sounds interesting. Spill it!” Henrik replied. “On Friday evening, Andrew took me down to sit by the water and I recognized the place from a dream I’d had earlier in the week. I told him about it, and that’s when he showed me a photograph of the day we first met.” Right on cue, Andrew produced his phone and showed Henrik the picture. “So… you’re telling me that your dream was actually a memory.” “Yes -- and that we are now back in business as a couple.” Henrik gave what could only be called a dirty laugh. “Yeah, I can just imagine.” Andrew chuckled. “Actually, it’s a lot more than just wild sex.” Markus added, “Falling in love all over again is the most incredible feeling. Exciting, and scary, and a bit stressful, like the first time… only not. But wonderful anyway.” “Okay, well let’s get on with this session and see how your flexibility went all to the dogs while I was away, and you two lovebirds were busy playing instead of working.” At the end of the hour, Henrik expressed pleasant surprise that Markus had indeed improved during his absence and confirmed that they could now move to a thrice-weekly schedule, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It was Andrew who urged him to come at the end of his client list for the day on Friday so he could hang out for a bit – this with a highly suggestive wink and salacious grin. Henrik agreed. After he had left, Markus began groping Andrew. “We’ve got time before lunch, don’t we?” “Yeah, I guess I could put off going into the office until this afternoon.” In another minute or so, heaps of clothing dotted the floor and Markus was lying on his back with Andrew between his legs, sucking industriously. After a while, he turned around and proceeded to sit down on his man’s face, allowing Markus to begin eating his ass. Andrew loved having his ass eaten almost as much as he loved to eat ass himself, and Markus certainly hadn’t lost any of his incredible technique. While he was licking and digging in with his tongue, Andrew kept playing and sucking on his cock until both of them were thoroughly wound up. Then, Andrew moved down the bed and placed Markus’ erect dick at his hole before slowly sliding down and taking Markus deep inside his body. The feeling of that hard cock sliding into him for the first time since the day of the accident awoke a fire in Andrew, and he began panting right away as he rode up and down on Markus, letting that beautifully curving dick do a number on his ass. For once, he was ready long before Markus, and kept plunging down on that cock until his own jumped up and down and let a load fly out all over Markus’ thighs, without Andrew even having to touch it. It barely even slowed him down. After only a few seconds, he was right back up to speed and pumping his muscular ass up and down on that hard tool. After another minute he pulled off – but only to turn around and face Markus, and then he sat right back down. By now, Markus was beginning to gasp for air too and Andrew knew that he was going to cum soon. Andrew was so turned on that he could feel his own load beginning to rise again, and he knew that he and Markus could cum right together, as they so often did. Andrew rose and fell even faster as Markus groaned louder and more often, and Andrew began giving a stream of dirty talk to bring his man to a full boil. “Fuck, Markus, you’ve got the best cock for reaming me out like this. You’re getting me so wet. I can feel the precum sliding around your tool. I want it. I want your load in me. Your cock’s going to make me cum again. Cum right with me, Markus! Fucking seed my ass, cum inside me! Aww, fuuuuck!” Andrew exploded again, this time showering his cum over Markus’ face, just as Markus thrust up into him and started shooting deep inside his hole. After they had showered together, and got dressed for the second time, they sat down to a completely decorous lunch of the chili Markus had made the day before. Andrew then gave Markus a loving kiss before heading off to work. Later in the afternoon, he came back in time to conduct the evening therapy session before they sat down to dinner, which Andrew prepared – pork chops with potato salad and coleslaw. After dinner was finished and the dishes all washed up, Andrew was feeling frisky again – but this time Markus shut him down. “Uh-uh, lover boy. You’re the one who invited Henrik to ‘hang out,’ as you put it, and I’ve got to save something to be ready to give him. So do you. So no playing around tonight or tomorrow morning.” Andrew pretended to be hurt, grumbling about being shut out, and then started laughing. They settled for a nice long session of cuddling and fell asleep holding each other, something they never got tired of doing. On Friday morning, Henrik texted that he would be arriving between 1:30 and 2:00 in the afternoon, so Andrew decided to skip office hours. Since it was a beautiful sunny morning, he took Markus on a scenic drive up into the mountains on the north shore, to a viewpoint where they could see the entire city spread out below them like a model in a museum. Back home, they enjoyed a light lunch, and Markus then went to get ready. Henrik arrived promptly at 2:00, and the therapy session got under way. Andrew simply sat in the chair in the bedroom and watched, getting aroused even at the medically correct stretches and flexes that Henrik performed with Markus. Then, at 3:00, Henrik said, “Andrew, time to get up off your duff and get over here. I’ve got a couple of new exercises for Markus that I want to show you.” Andrew sauntered over and got in position next to the massage table, and Henrik stood behind him, reaching his long arms around to demonstrate. “See, I want you to take up his leg with your left arm, and then press down firmly with your right hand on his left hip, so the hip won’t come up off the table. Then, I want you to push the leg over towards the right hip – not forcefully but stretching it across him without bouncing it at the end of the range of motion. Got it? Here, let’s do it together.” Andrew obediently pressed down the hip and stretched his arm forward, moving the leg across Markus’ body. Henrik also had his hand on the leg, but he had a longer distance to stretch because Andrew was in his way. As they neared the maximum range the leg could reach, Andrew felt something big and firm pressing into his glutes. “And hold it there, Andrew, for one thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand, five thousand, then slowly bring it back. And repeat, five times in all.” On each repeat, Andrew felt his butt getting prodded, and the thing prodding him was getting bigger and firmer on each repeat. On the fifth time, Henrik took over the counting and, after counting to five thousand, said, “And hold it there… hold it… hold it… hold it… hold it… hold it…,” at the same time gently rubbing his erection up and down against Andrew’s ass. “And relax.” By now, Andrew himself was rock hard, and the pressure of his erection against the edge of the table during that last long hold had actually become a bit painful. Andrew turned to face Henrik, clamping his hand firmly onto Henrik’s bulge. Markus asked, “Is that it, then?” Andrew responded with, “Henrik has something else going on that I think he wants bent over to the other side.” All three of them laughed, then, as Andrew dropped gracefully onto his knees, undid Henrik’s trousers, and slid them down to reveal a sopping-wet bulge in his briefs. He began sucking on that bulge, breathing onto the fabric to give Henrik’s tool a heat bath, and then slurping on the wet material to try to suck his precum out of the briefs. After a minute or two of that treatment, he moved onto the next exercise, sliding the briefs down and taking that proudly erect cock into his mouth. As he gave a virtuoso blowjob with sucking, deep throat, licking the lollipop, and slowly pumping the shaft with his hand, he heard some rustling noises behind him, and guessed that Markus was getting undressed behind him. After he’d been blowing Henrik for five minutes or so, Henrik pulled him up to his feet, then spun him around. “Time for my special therapy for the two of you.” Henrik then shoved Andrew forward until he was bent over the massage table with his mouth falling naturally onto Markus’ dick while Henrik proceeded to strip down his trousers and briefs, exposing his ass. Henrik knelt down and proceeded to give Andrew an Olympic-quality rimming and tongue bath, eventually adding a finger and then two inside his ass. All the while, Andrew couldn’t make up his mind whether to pay more attention to Markus’ cock, his nipples, or his mouth, but did his level best to give some good mouth love to all of them. The next thing he knew, he felt the blunt head of Henrik’s cock poking at this hole. Andrew closed his eyes and did his best to relax, as Henrik pushed slowly into him, holding still for a few moments, and then sinking his cock all the way inside Andrew until his hips pushed up against Andrew’s butt cheeks. Andrew moaned and bent his head lower, swallowing Markus all the way into his throat until Markus began moaning too. Then he pulled off. “Oh, fuck, Henrik, that feels so good.” “Damn right, I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I met you. God, your ass feels incredible!” Andrew swallowed Markus again, and Markus said, “Whatever you’re doing to him, keep it up. It’s working. He’s doing an amazing number on my dick.” Andrew was now bobbing steadily up and down on Markus’ hard-on, applying plenty of suction as he went, and Henrik had begun moving inside his butt, sliding out and then pushing back in. Before long, Henrik was fucking Andrew as vigorously as Andrew was sucking Markus, and all three of them were making a fair bit of noise. Andrew pulled off Markus again and applied his hand instead. “Fuck me harder, Henrik. Really show me what you’ve got. Pound my ass with your big hard cock!” Henrik started speeding up, while Andrew was jacking Markus harder and harder. “Fuck, Andrew, keep pulling on me like that, I want to cum all over your hand.” Henrik, too, was moaning that he was getting close, that Andrew’s hot hole was going to suck the cum right out of him. In another minute, things began happening. Markus heaved his hips up off the table, moaned aloud, and began spurting cum over Andrew’s stroking hand. Andrew immediately bent down and swallowed Markus again, sucking the rest of his load down his throat. Henrik slammed hard and fast into Andrew’s butt, locked up against him, and pumped his hot cum deep inside Andrew’s firm, round ass. All three groaned aloud as the cum flew. That left Andrew, and as soon as Henrik pulled out of him, a stream of cum poured out of his hole. He caught some of it in his hand, spread it onto his dick, and began yanking on it like a madman. “Hey,” Markus snapped, “don’t waste that. Get up here and shoot it all over my face!” Andrew obediently moved left to the head of the table, held his cock above Markus, and pounded it furiously for about half a minute until his man cream erupted, coating Markus’s face with streaks of white. After he finished cumming, he let his dick drop down onto the eager lips and tongue which proceeded to lick and kiss him clean. He then licked up the rest of the load Markus had shot on himself, added some more cum from his own butt, and shared it all with Markus. Henrik got down on his knees again and sucked the rest of his load out of Andrew’s gaping ass, triggering another loud moan as he did so. He then moved up and joined the others in a three-way snowball kiss. At last they all parted to get some air. Henrik laughed. “Wow. What an awesome way to start the weekend.” Andrew chuckled. “Hope we didn’t leave you short for whatever hot date you have lined up for tonight.” “No hot date, I’m kind of in recovery from a bad experience a couple of months ago.” Markus said, “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope we’ve made you feel a bit better.” Henrik laughed. “If I didn’t feel better after playing around with you guys, I’d be really worried! Seriously, though, I do appreciate your kindness very much – not just the sex but the free meals, the listening ears, it’s all been really helpful.” “Speaking of free meals,” Andrew put in, “want to stay for dinner again?” Henrik hesitated. “Please do. We enjoy your company too,” Markus prodded him. “All right, yes. And thank you. Just want to make sure I don’t wear out my welcome.” The three of them enjoyed a quiet, relaxed evening together, ordering take-out pizza and just unwinding and talking over a couple of rounds of drinks. Henrik left at ten o’clock with profuse thanks, and Markus and Andrew went off to bed in a peaceful mood that lasted through the weekend. On Monday afternoon, Markus was out for a walk when Andrew’s phone rang. It was Marlyse, the secretary to Danniel Burnham, who was the executive director at the People Places Foundation, the affordable housing non-profit where Markus had been working before the accident. Andrew had called her after the crash to let her know that Markus would be unable to work for a considerable period of time, and they’d chatted about his progress a couple of times since. Now, she was calling to ask if Markus could come in for a face-to-face meeting with Burnham on Wednesday afternoon. “The meeting isn’t a problem, Marlyse, but his memory is still far from perfect. If Mr. Burnham doesn’t mind, I’d like to come in with him, to help with any questions where his memory is still uncertain.” “Not a problem, Andrew. Would three o’clock work for you?” “Fine, thanks. We’ll be there.” On Wednesday afternoon, Marlyse welcomed them warmly, and then ushered them into the office. Burnham opened the meeting on a cordial note. “Glad to see you doing so well, Markus. You seem to be having no trouble moving about. “Thanks, Dan. It’s been a tough road, but I’m nearly all there physically.” “That’s good to hear. We’re really missing you here. Everyone’s always depended on you to have all the facts and figures on our case files right at your fingertips.” “Well, that part isn’t so good.” Markus looked decidedly unhappy at the way the conversation was turning, and Andrew decided he should intervene. “He has only very scattered and fragmentary memories of pretty much everything from twenty years or so ago up to the point where the accident occurred. His memories since he woke up in the hospital are fairly solid, but before that….” Markus added, “As an example, I might remember a street name but be unable to recall where it was located or why it mattered.” Andrew continued, “One of his doctors told me to imagine a pixelated image with ninety-nine percent of the pixels missing, and none of the remaining pixels adjacent to each other.” Dan drummed his fingers on the desktop, looking upset. “That sounds difficult, no doubt. Any time line given by which significant improvement might take place?” Markus shrugged helplessly, and Andrew spoke again. “No. The doctor really can’t estimate how long this might take. It’s already proven to be a longer and slower process than we’d hoped.” Dan sat in thought for a minute while Markus and Andrew waited. At last he spoke again. “I’m really sorry to hear this. I’d very much hoped we might be able to get you back sooner. As things appear now, I’m afraid I’m going to have to hire someone to replace you. I’d love to be able to hold your job for you, but we aren’t a very big organization and it’s imposing a lot of strain on the rest of the staff to try to keep everything going. I’m sorry, Markus, but we’re going to need to move on.” Markus shrugged. “I understand. It’s not fair to the others.” Andrew sat silent. Dan was now looking truly unhappy. “I wish I didn’t have to tell you this. When you do recover your memories to a fuller degree, I would like nothing better than to add you back on. Please give us a call and come and see us when you think you’re ready.” He stood up to indicate that the meeting was over. Andrew and Markus also stood, hands were shaken all around, and goodbyes were spoken. Danniel Burnham stood at the door of his office, watching Markus and Andrew walking away. Markus was visibly drooping, his shoulders sloping forward. Dan sighed deeply, as Marlyse came up to him with some documents. “That was awful, Marlyse. I hated having to swing the axe like that, but what else could I do?” “I know, Dan. Times like this, I wouldn’t be in your shoes for any amount of money.” Andrew and Markus walked slowly out to the car. Once they were seated, Andrew turned to Markus. “That must have hurt, Markus.” “The funny thing is, it didn’t really. I mean, I know I worked there for years but I don’t really remember much of it at all. No, losing the job as a job doesn’t hurt. What hurts is the feeling that I’ll never be much use to anyone at all until my mind gets back in top-notch working order – and that’s taking so damned long.” He sighed, as Andrew took his hand and squeezed it for a minute before starting the car and driving him home. Over the next few days, Markus was visibly down, the usual sparkle in his eyes absent. He worked away around the house, went on long energetic walks, participated fully in the therapy sessions, but in a way that suggested a part of him was somewhere else altogether. Henrik noticed the difference and commented on it when he came in on Friday. Markus told him what happened, sighing deeply as he did so. Henrik was at a loss for words. The conventional “you’ll find something else soon” seemed both untrue and out of place. Over the weekend, and the next week, Markus rebounded. Andrew was much happier to see his energy level coming back up. They enjoyed a great dinner out at Café Chanterelle on Wednesday evening. Oddly enough, he also recovered a number of other bits of memory. These were all from their earliest years together, but still, progress was progress. One detail that especially delighted Andrew was when he said on Thursday, “I just remembered lounging with you in an infinity pool, high up on a hillside, overlooking a town centre and harbour. Was that in Alcantara?” “Yes! That’s Uncle Rich and Uncle Tommy’s private pool!” “Seemed awfully big for a private home.” Andrew laughed. “They were both super-dedicated swimmers. Rich told me they had that huge deck and pool installed as their first big project after they bought the house – and the house is a real sight, too. Hey, maybe we could go there on a holiday. I’m sure Tommy would love to have the company. What do you think?” Markus nodded. “I’d like that. I think a complete getaway would do me good. Seems like we’re pretty much near the end of the physiotherapy anyway, so maybe we could go after Henrik signs off on it. I just don’t know about how comfortable I’d be, staying with your uncle.” “I don’t think you need to worry about that. He thinks you’re the best. He always says that he feels about the two of us just as proudly as if we were actually his sons. Just the fact that he came to Vancouver when you were in the hospital says it all.” “We should go when winter’s coming and the rains set in. It’s tropical, so it’ll be warm, right?” “Definitely!” “While we’re on the subject, you never did tell me. When did your Uncle Rich die?” Andrew’s face clouded over, and Markus picked it up right away. “Would you rather not talk about it?” “No, it’s okay. I have to get used to thinking about him in the past tense. It was last March, so about eight months ago. Heart failure, I guess. He just didn’t wake up in the morning. And he was 84, so he’d had a good and long life. He and Tommy had been together for over forty years. It’s been hardest for Tommy, of course. But I really miss him too.” “Wasn’t he some kind of politician?” “Yes. He spent nine years in the Cabinet, and then was elected as President three times, for a total of 15 years.” “President? Wow!” Andrew chuckled. “Yep. Sounds impressive, but it’s actually just a formal head-of-state position to do all the ceremonial duties, welcome foreign dignitaries, things like that. The Premier is the working head of the government in Alcantara.” That conversation made Andrew feel very happy. In spite of the setback from losing his job, it seemed that Markus was finally making headway in recovering memories and that helped Andrew to feel a lot less stressed. Andrew walked up from the bus stop to the condo on Friday afternoon, feeling right on top of the world. It was a beautiful day, he’d acquired two new clients on the say-so of satisfied long-timers on his list, and he was coming home to the husband who had finally come back to him. Life was feeling pretty damn perfect. He was remembering his last mental image from that morning. Markus had chosen to sleep in, and Andrew leaned down to kiss him as he lay among the pillows, looking serene and peaceful. As Andrew kissed him goodbye, a beatific smile spread across Markus’ face. Andrew walked off on his way to work with that image of his own wonderful Sleeping Beauty in his mind. Now, he stepped into a silent condo, but this no longer troubled him. Markus by this time had a good sense of direction in the immediate neighbourhood and often went for walks at any or all hours of the day. It wasn’t a panic moment any more, not like that first time he hadn’t come home. He headed down the hall and into the bedroom, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the neatly folded paper resting against the pillow on his side of the bed. He picked it up, unfolded it, and began reading – and found something that dropped his heart right down into his shoes. Markus’ absence was neither coincidental nor unplanned.

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Billy smiled and turned red, looking unsure. “I mean it, let’s get to know each other a little better”, I said beckoning him over and taping my lap encourage him. Then I changed my mind and gave him and instruction instead, “actually go get us both another beer son” I said directly and in such a way that he automatically got up and went to the kitchen. When he came back I was sitting forward just enough to take the beer with one hand then his hand with my other hand ushering him and giving little chance to resist and there he was sitting across my lap, his butt to the left side and his legs across mine, turned so he could look at me. I put my left arm around his waist and after I took a swig of my beer I put it down then placed my hand on his lap in a way that made it clear he was to stay. “so I’m your type huh?” I asked prompting him to speak after a few seconds of silence. The alcohol continued to keep him talkative and he said yes, that I remind him of his father and a gym teacher he liked. “oh really, your dad huh? You like the idea of your daddy having you”? Billy went red, and I reassured him it was quite normal for Gay boys to sometimes see their dad as sexy. “but I saw his cock once and its quiet small” he blurted out, “after that I didn’t really think like that about him again, I guess that’s why mine is so small too” “probably true son” I agreed “but that will make you a good bottom boy, would you like me to be your daddy?” Billy turned red and nodded yes. “If that’s true then there’s somethings you’ll need to do son… would you like to hear them?” This time he answered quite quickly and with conviction “yes sir”. I smiled and began the list, he is to call me daddy or sir. He is to do as he is told, he is to try hard to impress me, he is to learn to be the best bottom boy he can, he has to be excited by the idea of maybe getting daddies bug, he will learn to worship my cock just right, there are only two acceptable places for my cum, his mouth or ass, he is to never waste it,. Daddy makes the rules, and son tries hard to make daddy proud, and son will know he has succeeded when he has my seed in him. Son only has sex with daddy unless I say otherwise. In return my son will be taken care of, loved, kept safe and have a new family. “You’ll need to be tough enough to get through the pain of the first fuck. You’ll need to trust that daddy knows what is good for you”. I took another swig of beer… “now I gotta take a piss, you stand here and think about it a bit. If you get back in my lap when I get return, I’ll know you are interested in progression. I’m not interested in just a fuck, it’s all or nothing, understand?” Billy nodded, so I picked him up as I stood up and placed him to the side of my chair then headed to the bathroom. After I peed I grabbed a little kit from my room and brought it back with me. There he was waiting patiently for me and I knew I had him. I really hadn’t started the day or even the year thinking this is what I wanted… but I was damn pleased it was happening now. Sitting back down Billy was soon back in my lap this time one of his hands found its way inside my shirt and began to feel my hairy chest. “do you agree son?” “yes daddy” he said without hesitation and my cock jumped. My left hand slid up my new sons back drawing him close for our first kiss. He was a natural kisser and it went quickly from sweet to passionate with my tongue entering his lovely mouth. I let my right hand take his head and hold it to me as my left drifted down his back, fingers finding the waist of my shorts that were so loose on him, easily they got inside and I soon realised Billy had no underwear on. My fingers began to explore his beautiful bubble butt soon made him gasp as I grazed his virgin taint. Letting the kiss naturally end I stood him up in front of me and without words slowly stripped Billy naked without any resistance from him. Soon he was back in my lap. “you can undo the buttons on my shirt son” I instructed and he wasted no time doing so. “Now tell me on your own words what you need to do in order to become my son” Billy turned shy again, I squeezed him closer, and encouraged “you need to be able to tell your daddy son” I gave Billy a little swig from my beer and he finally found his voice. “I want to be your good boy, I want to do what you say, I want to lose my virginity to you, I want your bug, I want you to be my daddy and my family, I want to keep you satisfied daddy”. I smiled, this little Conservative Christian boy was a freak in the making, and I would make him. “OK son” I said looking at him, as I got my little bag and opened it up, showing him the lube, the pipe and the gear along with a lighter. “We’re going to start here. In a moment I’ll bring you in for a kiss and I’ll expect you to breath in what I exhale into your mouth, understand?” He nodded yes… “do you understand son?” I pushed for a proper answer. “yes sir daddy” I smiled taking the pipe, loading it and beginning to heat it, drawing a big deep breath. I put down the lighter and used that hand to draw my son in for a kiss, giving him his first taste of clouds by shot gun. After that I took a viagra from the bag and swallowed it with some beer, before repeating the puff. “this will help you to learn to service my cock properly” I explained, then repeated several times until I was sure he was feeling it and was relaxing. Then I stood him up and ushered him back to the bathroom. “but I’m already clean daddy” he said, and I told him I would teach him one more thing he must learn as a bottom… I put him in the shower, found the little attachment and gently inserted it in his little hole… “tell me when you feel full, then hold it in until you can get to the toilet son” I instructed and he did as he was told. I explained this was douching and he must do it thoroughly and regularly so that sex didn’t get too dirty. But I also explained that sometimes it will because I won’t wait and that won’t matter. He did as he was told and was soon clean and after drying him off I took him back to the living room where this time I sat him in my chair and stood on front of him. I then put my hands on his head and firmly guided his face to my package. He wasn’t sure what was happening and began to resist. “your training begins now son, I won’t hurt you, just teach you, don’t resist, that’s right put your face in there, inhale, smell the scent of your masculine daddy. You like it don’t you. Now put your right hand on it, start to massage it and tell me what you feel”. “I can feel your huge cock daddy, I can feel it growing, I feel strange, my mouth is watering, like I’m hungry, my eyes want to see it, my hand doesn’t want to stop touching it, I’m frightened and excited and your manly smell is sexiest thing I ever smelt” I smiled, this boy was a natural cock worshiping bottom slut, and he was about to get the best first cock he could possibly hope for. I instructed him to undo my belt, then undo the pants button, unzip, then slowly remove them to reveal my jock strap, barely containing my growing cock. He went to remove the jock but I batted his hand away “not yet son, first stand up and finish taking off my shirt”. When he was done with that I took his naked body against my big muscular hairy bear body and I kissed him. He was quickly learning and getting better to kiss, my hands reached down to cup his little ass and I held him so close that he could feel my cock pressing against him through the jock. Leaving him breathless I released him, and turned to sit in my chair, bringing him into my lap, where I got the pipe again and we took a few more huge drags, I was going to make sure he was very relaxed. As the clouds hit him he started to babble a little and I told him to be quiet and listen, that he would be told everything he needed to know as we went along. Putting some lube on my fingertips I took my hand down his back and once again found his crack, my slick fingers able to begin teasing and probing his little ass, making him moan a little and again confirming this boy was a cock worshiper waiting to be released. “tonight im going to teach you how to suck cock son, and if you do a good job, I’m then going to teach you how to be fucked. And if you’re very lucky boy, daddy will fill you with his seed, owning you, making you mine. Would you like that?” Billy nodded yes though he looked a little frightened, I slapped his thigh firmly with my free hand “would you like that boy?” I repeated firmly, he would be a good obedient boy if I was to have him and his training was starting. This time Billy said “yes sir daddy” I smiled and replied “good boy, you’re going to lose your family, then your virginity then learn how to please a man and get a new daddy all in one night. I know you’re a little frightened, but if you have the courage to get through a little discomfort you will love it and be proud of yourself in the end. That said, I’ll give you one last chance, get up and go to bed now, or stay and learn… think carefully, if you stay then you can’t choose to leave later, only I can tell you when we’re done.” Billy took a moment and I could see his fear try to convince him to run, and his good Christian upbringing also… but his lust, his desire to lose his virginity and his new found need to make his daddy happy won out and he decided to stay. I told him I was proud of him before kissing him again and giving him another puff. “now my gorgeous son, get on your knees on the carpet facing me and give me your right hand.” Once Billy was in position I put his hand on my jock and let him stroke it again, now almost completely hard I finally gave him permission to pull it down and reveal his prize, my 10” fuck stick. His eyes grew big and I heard him gasp as his mouth dropped open. Soon I had his little hands grasping my shaft feeling it grow to full erection, and I instructed him on the right firmness of grip, how to pull the foreskin back, how the head was extra sensitive because of it, and it was now time… “bring it to your mouth son, lick daddies cock… mmm good boy, you like the taste don’t you?” “yes sir” said my little fuck toy quickly and clearly… no question he was about to fall in love with my cock. “now open wide and start to suck it, be careful not to let your teeth graze it, that’s right… take it a little deeper, deeper, taste it, suck it like the best lollipop you ever had”. My hands went to the back of his head, intertwining with his hair, I started to firmly push him down. He was being too tentative and I wanted a proper cock sucker for my son, before long he was gagging and my strong hands were stopping him from escaping. Letting him up for air but not to get away, I looked in his eyes now wet from the tears of gagging “gagging on daddy cock makes your throat spasm and it feels good for daddy, you need to relax your throat and try to let daddy get into it. I know it’s big, but if you want to be my boy, you’ve got to try harder boy”. With that I shoved his head down onto my cock again, this time more roughly, with more force, enjoying his instant gag, finding the back of his throat with my cock head, and pushing even harder. I could feel he was close to letting me in, even as he struggled, so I pulled him up have him another huge puff of smoke carried him to my bed. Once there I lay him on his back with his head off the edge of the mattress. To his credit my new boy was completely compliant in his haze and his little 4 incher was rock hard and oozing… he was frightened but he liked it. Then I clipped his wrists and ankles to the straps on the side of my bed so he couldn’t escape and I came around standing over his head… “I want your virgin throat son” I stated forcefully as aimed my cock at his mouth and began to push it in. My son would have a throat pussy, and today was the day he’d get it. Using just the right angle, and insistent force I pushed, he gagged, I pushed again he gagged and I felt a little give, then I pushed a third time and pop, I was in the sheer tight silky heaven of boy throat feeling it pulse as he gagged and gagged. Pulling out to let him breath I immediately kissed him and said “Good boy, I’m so proud of you, you’re going to get really good at putting daddies cock on your throat, and giving me pleasure, you are very talented, you’re making me feel very lucky son” Out of no where Billy started to cry “my dad never said he was proud of me” he blurted out, not crying from his throat cherry being forcefully popped, but from receiving a compliment from his new dad that he’d always hoped for from his old dead beat one. Unbuckling my boy I picked him up and kissed him. “see your new family is going to be much better… all you have to do is follow your destiny to be daddies little cock worshiper” Back in my chair I once again stood Billy in front of me, I turned him to face away from me and bent him over to expose his sweet virgin cherry. My big hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto my face and began to lick and eat that perfect boy cunt with abandon. Billy was experiencing a new kind of heaven, all through his body were tingles of pleasure, anything frightening from minutes ago was washed away and now he was moaning, unable to control himself. Stopping for a second to lube a finger he was quick to beg me not to stop and I smirked, going back to licking and trying to introduce a finger. “relax son, don’t clench, it will only make it hurt, push out like you’re trying to poop… there you go” only an inch into his tight pucker I could hear my boy struggling with the pain and pleasure combo so I held still until I could feel him relax before pushing further and beginning to slowly give him his first finger fuck. Once I was sure he had relaxed, I removed my finger and again he complained of its absence as I got a decent shard of gear and returned my finger to his pucker with a little surprise. “it might burn a bit this time, but its OK, just relax” “yes sir” Billy answered just before I could feel his body and muscles begin to react within seconds the booty bump took and I could feel my boys asshole start to get hungry, almost pulling my finger in. I know many men would have loosened Billy with more fingers, but my husband had taught me he didn’t like fingers much preferred cock, and I had learned I love the feeling of a tight ass peeling back my foreskin as I entered it, so now was the time, I put plenty of lube on my pole and his ass, got in position and pulled him back, lowering his ass onto my spear, hitting his target directly, and the combination of his weight, his now hungry hole, and my firm hand soon had my head inside him. Billy froze, then tried to pull away, “fuck daddy it hurts!!” he cried. But my firm hands held him still, unable to pull off my cock. “breath son, it will pass, and it is better to keep the cock in you while it does. This pain will never be so bad again, it will get easier and easier, unless you pull away and we have to start again from scratch” Unable to see through the initial pain Billy tried to pull away but still I stopped him… and then I could feel his body relax, and his ass open up. Then his breathing settled and I knew it was time, Must keep up the pressure, I lowered him down another inch, and again he struggled… but the pain stopped now more quickly. And so it went push, pain, hold, relax, repeat. Soon enough though I was all the way in my son, his little ass stretched tightly around its first fuck pole, no virgin any more, and I was able to put my arms around my son, having him relax back onto my chest, sitting in my lap impaled on me. I kissed his neck and again told him I was proud. Now was time for the fucking to begin, so yet another puff for him, and a new rocking motion. If there is one thing I know its how to fuck, how to use my cock to pleasure a bottoms prostate, and soon enough Billy was starting to let things like “omg, yes, wow, it’s sooo good and please” slip from his mouth. He was through the hard part, now was the addictive part, the part that would have him become a total bottom boy cock slave, my boy slave son, the anal orgasm and my seed blasted deep. I wouldn’t let him touch his little cock as I fucked him, meaning all the pleasure he felt was the making of just my cock, and he was loving it, so was I, I love tight ass, hate fucking a loose jam jar of a hole, and this was the tightest hottest one ever. I focused on my task, getting the right rhythm and angle until the boys moans changed pitch and soon enough I saw his tiny pecker shoot string after string of boy batter across the room. The clenching of his orgasm on my cock was also enough to take me over the edge and I began to fill my new sons ass with its first balls deep, animalistic load of semen. He relaxed back onto me, our bodies sweaty and panting. I once again expressed my pride and my new son beamed. “you’re mine now son” I said and Billy quickly replied “thank you daddy” To be continued?

I was 12, and my next-door neighbor and class-mate started my sexual life by jerking me off in his bedroom 1 day after smoking some weed. Then, he fucked me raw using a little vaseline and after the third time I decided to see what all that tasted like that shot out of his big, cut cock (i'm u/c and 1/2 his size at best). From there we frequently got stoned and he'd fuck me. One day, I decided to not let hi pull out and shoot inside me. I've never looked back.

I was 14 or 15 when I was fucked for the 1st time. It was by my father. I had seduced him earlier and was sucking his cock and drinking his piss for about a year before he fucked me. About 6 months later, a 26 year old married neighbor was the second guy to fuck me while his wife watched. A few months later my older jock brother was the 3rd guy to fuck me. It was only a few more months before both my father & brother were fucking me at the same time.

Chapter IV. Tom, Ray, and Will had split up to tell everyone there that some new guys were here taking loads. Tom led us to a florescent-lit garage with two benches in the middle of the room. There were maybe six guys there, mostly naked and mostly hard. Tom led us to the benches and positioned me and my boy facing each other on our bellies, with our asses up and ready for the men's use. He tossed us both a bottle of poppers and we took a few deep hits. Tom led a stranger up to my boy's ass and the guy slipped right in. I watched my boy seethe with lust. Someone came up to me from behind and entered me. I somehow resisted the urge to see what he looked like. He fucked me for a few minutes and came in me. The guy fucking my boy finished too. One after another, every person in the room fucked one or both of us. We were both out of breath and dripping with sweat and seed. Tom scooped up my boy and Will and Ray helped me to a steam room. There were a few guys playing in the steam, but it was too thick to see the action. The sound of fucking reverberated off of the walls. The fat old man from the locker room was there and he pulled me to him. He placed me on his lap but I was too worn out to ride him. I slumped over his fat chest and held on while he pumped me. Tom got my boy to his knees and worked his fingers into his ass. I watched as the old man pumped at my ass as Tom got four fingers and his thumb in my boy's ruined cunt. My boy moaned as he went farther. I watched him take Tom's whole hand to the wrist. His eyes were glazed over and he moaned as he was fisted for the first time. The fat man under me jiggled his hips signaling that he was cumming in me. I thanked him for his load and eased off of him. Tom took my hand and pulled his fist out of my boy. He smeared the cum and ass juice all over mine and formed my fingers into the right shape. I was shocked at how easily my whole hand slipped inside my boy's cummy hole. It felt so silky and so hot. Tom got behind me and stood me, leaning back into his sexy furry chest. He eased my hand in and out of my boy who laid there nearly passed out. Tom told me to grab my cock. I did and he shook his head saying, 'No with your other hand…' I pulled my hand out of my boy's slackened hole and grabbed my dick. 'Fuck him…' I didn't so much as slide into my boy's ass as I scooped it in. There was no friction. 'No. Fuck him with your hand on your dick.' I pulled out and grasped my cock and inserted my whole hand and my cock into him. My boy groaned into the tile bench. I would never have though my boy's hole could be so open. Tom slid into my own loose hole and pounded my body into my boy. He was fucking both of us. Will and Ray appeared out of the mist and jerked each other off watching the three of us rutting. Tom told me he was going to cum in me, and I begged him to fill me up with his POZ seed. When he started firing inside me, I could only feel wetness sloshing around. That filthy sensation made me cum, I jerked myself off with my hand and dick planted inside my boy. Tom backed out of me and I backed out of my boy. It felt like his ass was turning inside out as I withdrew. Ray and Will approached his gaping rosebud and shot their loads into my boy. We went to a heated pool area and I saw a creamy puddle rise to the top of the water oozing out of our asses. My boy and I were so exhausted. The guys helped us pull ourselves together and poured us into the car. We both fell asleep as Tom drove us home. The guys got us tucked into bed and cleaned up the living room. The next morning, my boy and I took turns fucking each other before we got out of bed. On the coffee table in the living room was a note from Tom: Hey guys. Welcome to the brotherhood. Between the two of you, you took over twenty loads last night. Take some time to process the world you've joined. Take care of each other. See you again soon. -Tom Clipped to the note were two annual membership cards to the fuck club. We knew we'd be back soon.

Part 36 Rob awoke the following morning to the sound of the door of his room opening. He lined himself up at the cage door prepared to exit for his morning workout at the gym. However it wasn’t Tanner that entered the room, it was Nick. “Relax pig, we need to have a little chat,” Nick informed. Nick pulled up a chair, sat down and propped his feet up on the top of the cage. Nick started his conversation with, “We need to make a little change with this arrangement.” “First off, I have to say that your conversion to a cum dump has been very profitable for us.” ”However we are starting to reach a point of diminishing returns and your upkeep it starting to approach what you’re bringing in.” Of course that statement wasn’t telling the whole story. It did cost money to feed Rob and keep him high on meth, but the money coming in from parties, private sessions and the internet pay-for-view clips of Rob were covering those costs. In fact they far exceeded them. Nick continued, “Your archived clips on the website are still very popular but members are starting to ask for fresh meat.” Rob wasn’t sure of the implications but he was getting scared as Nick continued to talk. “I see that scared look in your eyes; forget about those rumors you may have heard of us dumping naked sluts off deep in the swamp to fend for themselves once they have outgrown their usefulness.” “Personally I think the stories on the news about people wandering into the bayou, getting lost and becoming gator chow are very over exaggerated.” “The good news is that someone is interested in…... Well, let’s say taking over your contract.” As he was talking, Nick sent a quick text on his phone. A moment later, Jerry from the leather shop entered the room and handed Nick some papers. “You remember Jerry don’t you,” Nick said with a smile. “He is here to notarize a few things.” Nick removed his feet from the cage and leaned in closer to the bars. “The Dirty Hawgs from last night’s party are looking for a new club cum dump and they have made us an offer to take over your contract so to speak.” Nick set two stacks of documents and a pen on the floor next to Rob’s cage. “In front of you there is a contract saying you will serve the Dirty Hawgs club as their cum dump and will perform whatever duties they see fit; There is a list in the contract of the things they have in mind.” “The second document is a power of attorney authorization.” “It gives them control to make ALL your decisions for you including control of any property or financial assets you have as well as complete authority regarding your healthcare.” Nick grinned as he continued his explanation, “You don’t have a very good track record of reading things before you sign them, but I’d hope you pay better attention with these.” Rob didn’t know what to think. His first thought however was, “I’m being sold as a slave.” He was so conflicted; he didn’t want to be owned by a group of rough bikers although he had discovered that he enjoyed being on the receiving end of a rough fuck. The main thought that kept coming to the forefront of his mind was how he would be able to survive on his own. He knew he needed cock and could probably manage that but getting drugs was an area he didn’t know what to do about. His mind went back to the horrible withdrawal symptoms he suffered through while he had the fuck flu and wasn’t getting his meth. He didn’t want to go through that again. It finally boiled down to the realization that he would do anything for the sex and drugs, including signing away all his rights. Rob reached through the cage bars and grabbed the pen. He signed both documents without even reading them. Nick chuckled, “I thought that would be your decision.” “The Dirty Hawgs have a road trip soon to a biker convention in Texas, so they asked for a few modifications to your appearance before they pick you up.” Nick reached through the bars and held a chloroform soaked rag over Rob’s face. “This will be easier if you aren’t awake.” Rob woke up to find himself strapped on his stomach in a bed. He felt a stinging on his back and a slight burning on part of his neck. He lifted his head up as far as he could to try to look around. There was a heavy collar around I his neck but it didn’t seem to be attached to anything. He could feel a bandage on his back near his shoulder blades which had to mean he now had another tattoo. There was something hard around his cock and something was tugging at his balls but he couldn’t lift up enough to see his groin. “I see you are awake; time for the unveiling of the new you,” Nick announced as he returned to the room. Rob was blind folded and he was released from his restraints. “This part of your transformation was done now so that you’d be mostly healed before the convention,” explained Nick. “I suspect the Hawgs will add things later.” Nick led Rob over to the mirror in the room and suddenly removed the blindfold. “Voila!” Rob didn’t recognize the person in the mirror. His head had been shaved along the sides so that only a wide strip of hair remained down the center of his head. The hair strip was left long enough so that it could easily be grasped when he was being skull fucked. Rob reached up to feel the metal slave collar around his neck. It was 2” wide and snug but not overly tight. There were some rings attached to the collar at various points around its diameter. Rob knew immediately that those rings would be used as attachment points to restrain him. As Rob felt the collar he realized it was riveted and welded on. That must be why he felt the burning sensation on his neck he thought. Rob’s 8” cock was confined in a locked metal cock cage and his ball dangled beneath a metal ball stretcher. While he may have been and acted like a muscle pig cum slut before, Rob now totally looked the part. Nick held out a tablet. “I know you can’t see your new tattoo because of its location, so let me show you a pic.” The picture confirmed to Rob that he truly had signed away his rights. There was now a detailed tattoo of the Dirty Hawgs club logo centered between his shoulder blades. Above the logo were the words “Property of the Dirty Hawgs”. Rob was in shock with the reality of the situation and stood there in front of the mirror unable to move. After few minutes Nick gave him a push towards the bed. “Maybe this will help you adjust,” he said as he pushed Rob face down on the bed and unzipped his pants. Nick kicked Rob’s legs apart and then reached up and gave Rob a heavy slam of meth. “Consider this a goodbye fuck,” Nick said as he drove his raw cock into Rob’s un-lubed ass. Rob awoke from his daze and started to cry out at the intrusion but the meth kicked in and all he did was grunt with Nick’s initial thrust. As Nick power fucked Rob he had to admit that they had done a terrific job converting this one to a cum dump. Rob’s bottoming skills would certainly serve him well in his new life. Nick shot a massive load into Rob’s hole. He stood there and lingered for a moment as Rob continued to squeeze his ass muscles around Nick’s cock. Nick was starting to stiffen up again when Tanner rushed into the room. “Great, I got here before they picked the slut up,” Tanner exclaimed. Tanner dropped his pants and stepped up next to Nick. “Do you mind Nick; I’d like another crack at that ass.” Nick smiled and stepped aside. “Go right ahead, I just lubed him for you.” Tanner plunged his cock into Rob’s ass and began to fuck as fast and as hard as he could. “Thank you Sir, please fuck me Sir,” Rob exclaimed. Due to the hard fast pace of his strokes, Tanner didn’t last long before he added his seed to Rob’s ass. Tanner walked to the other side of the bed and presented his cock to Rob to clean. Rob greedily sucked and licked Tanner’s cock. He repeatedly ran his tongue underneath Tanner’s foreskin to make sure everything was completely clean. Tanner pulled out and grabbed Rob’s face underneath the jaw and tilted his head up. Rob opened his mouth expecting to be fed a wad of spit. What Tanner did however took Rob by complete surprise. Tanner squatted down and gave Rob a deep tongue probing kiss. When Tanner broke the kiss he looked at Rob and smiled widely. Rob was in shock at this development. He had hoped for some sign of affection or even kindness from Tanner for a long time but he never really got one. He had kind of given up on the prospect of it ever happening. Rob stared back at Tanner and said, ”Thank you Sir, I am going to miss you.” Tanner started pointing to a tattoo on his right arm. Rob had never paid that much attention to Tanner’s tattoos but when his eyes focused on the tattoo Tanner was pointing at he now recognized it. It was the Dirty Hawgs logo. Tanner smiled back at Rob and, “Yeah I was a regular member of the Dirty Hawgs before I moved to New Orleans; I’m an alumni now of sorts.” “I get together with them from time to time to reminisce, party and play.” “I actually was at the party last night with the guys and even fucked you twice.” “I’m kind of surprised you didn’t recognize my cock when you were servicing everyone under the poker table,“ he laughed. “At any rate you’re likely to see me again at some point.” Tanner gave Rob another deep kiss and then walked to the exit. “OK pig, crawl back in the cage until your new owners get here to pick you up,” Nick ordered. With Rob secured back in his cage, Nick and Tanner stepped out into the hallway. “How long do you think this one will last with the Hawgs,” Tanner asked Nick. “”Your guess is probably better than mine Tanner, but you and everyone else did a great job with his training; the skills and attitude he’ll need are strongly instilled in him.” Nick put his arm around Tanners shoulder and asked,” What was the kiss about; I always warn you guys about getting too attached to these pigs we convert.” “I’ve never seen that behavior from you with one of the cum dumps we converted.” Tanner nodded his head knowingly, “I know what you’re saying, but it’s hard sometimes when you are fucking someone practically every day for months to not feel something.” “There was just something different about this one,” admitted Tanner. Nick chuckled,” Don’t worry about it, I understand.” “However, I’m going to need you at your best soon; we are going to convert two cum dumps at once.” “We found a couple of arrogant brothers attending Loyola and they are going to make us a ton of money!” THE END (potential sequel and/or spin-offs in the future??)

The young white guy smiles as he looks at my used and battered hole. Running the head up and down my hole I twitch as the sensitive ring reacts to him. The head slowly starts to push forward, my used hole feels the familiar sting before settling in. His wiry pubes are already against me. My mouth full of the massive black dick my throat is tight and I can barely breath. I try and move my hard back for breath. Only to feel two hands latch onto me really quick. "Bitch you stay on this dick!" The black guy shouts. "Yeah fucking this sloppy hole." The young guy in me shouts. "Yeah once this white boy is out of you gonna give you all this black dick bitch. Have you begging for this load." He laughed while rubbing my head. "Ah shit yes eat this dick bitch!" The guy behind me begins to speed up. His dick is long and uncut. It doesn't tear me as much as the first guy. However, he's in me so deep. I want him to add his load into me. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He shouts before blasting his load into me. "Yeah. Take it bitch. Take it." He screams before he roughly pulls out. Slapping my ass he laughs as he walks out. "Guess you know what's happening now right bitch?" The black dick is removed from my mouth and I can finally breath. "Take a deep breath on those poppers bitch. You're gonna need it." He starts to push in.....I want to scream.

PART III I stared at Coach Pitt’s cock. It twitched every few seconds, a steady stream of precum sliding into the ridges of his furry abs. He saw me staring and grinned. “You like my dick, boy?” I nodded eagerly, and my own cock twitched. He grabbed my fat piece of meat and whistled. “Goddamn, Lance—you’ve got a pretty hot cock yourself.” He kissed me again, then looked me square in the eyes. “Now, listen: I promised Coach Strickland that he could watch me destroy your virginity. But before that happens, I’d really like to see you worship my cock. You wanna worship Coach’s cock?” “Fuck yeah, Coach.” “Then get on your knees, boy.” I knelt down in front of him, inhaling the scent of his fur and his precum and his sweaty crotch. I’d only sucked a few cocks before, and hadn’t really gotten the hang of it. But I’d never touched a cock like this. As I stared at the veiny shaft glistening with precum, my hunger for Coach’s dick activated instincts I didn't know were there. I wrapped my mouth eagerly around his mushroom head and began sucking on it like his seed was the only thing keeping me alive—first swallowing a few inches, then slowly engulfing more and more of it in my mouth. I wanted to please and worship this man more than anything else in the world. “Good boy,” he growled. “That’s a very, very good boy. You know, Lance, I suspected you were probably a hungry little fag, but I had no idea what a natural pig I had on my hands. I can already tell that you’re gonna make me so proud.” I murmured with pleasure as I kept creeping my lips down the length of his cock. He moaned, and I tasted his DNA as it dripped steadily down the back of my throat. “Turn around,” he said. “I wanna munch on that sweet little jockbutt.” I spun around for him. He gently pushed down on the small of my back so that my spine arched, then he positioned my legs to expose my hole even more. “Spread it, pig,” he said, and I reached back and spread my hungry butt. “Just like that. I like to see you just totally open and vulnerable. Submissive. Proud of your role as a chemmed-up cumhole.” With that, he dove right into my wide-open butt. I gasped as he buried his face in me, and I could hear him growl and snort as he spit and chewed and tongued my tight hole. I whimpered. Then he pulled me upright, turned my head to the side, and kissed me. “Your hole tastes fuckin’ awesome,” he said to me. “When I’m fucking you, I’ll pull out from time to time and shove my cock down your throat. That way you can taste your hot little boybutt all over my raw dick. Got it?” I nodded, and he kissed me a little more. His mouth was full of the same spit that was dripping out of my fuckhole and down my leg. Then he stood up. “OK, boy,” he said with a grin. “It’s time to head to my place and get you knocked up.” He pulled me to my feet and threw me a warm-up jersey. “Just put that on. No underwear. I want you to be naked as soon as possible once we’re inside my house.” Meanwhile, he threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, zipping it up to cover his hairy chest and abs. His hard cock formed a huge tent in his sweats, pulling the elastic band low enough that I could see his pubic hair. As we drove back to his place, he took out his phone and dialed Coach Strickland. “Hey, bud,” he said. “I’ve got the boy with me. We’ll be there in 10 minutes. You wanna get those hits ready? Oh, and by the way—Lance has something to tell you.” He handed the phone to me. “Tell him, Lance. Tell him what you want tonight.” “Hey,” I said. Strickland replied, “Hey, buddy. You got something to tell me?” I hesitated just for a moment, then plunged right in: “I wanna get fucked. I want your raw dick in my hole. I need it. So bad.” “Woof. That’s fuckin’ hot, boy. You gonna make me pull out?” “Fuck no, Coach. Cum in my butt. Please.” “Holy shit, dude. You’re such a fuckin’ good boy.” Here I paused again. I looked over at Coach Pitt, who gave me a little nod. Then I turned back to the phone and said, very quietly, “And one more thing. I want your poz cum.” A long pause. Then Strickland said: “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you, boy.” Another pause. Then I heard myself say, clearly and confidently, “I said I want you to bareback my hungry hole full of poz cum.” Strickland let out a little whoop. “Fuck yeah, you hot little pig! You wanna get inducted into the brotherhood? Wanna get converted?” “Yes please, Coach.” “Good fucking BOY,” he replied, and whooped again. Coach Pitt motioned for me to hand back the phone. “I told you this boy had potential,” he said to Strickland. “But I had no idea just how much. See you in a few.” When we pulled into the garage and closed the door, Strickland walked out to meet us wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I could see the outline of his giant cock through the mesh fabric. His chest and abs were covered with a thin layer of blond fur. I stared at his dick. “Hey, little buddy,” said Strickland. “Get down on your knees and suck my dick.” I obeyed. Kneeling before this studly fucker, I greedily swallowed the giant head of his dick. He grabbed my hair and began easing more and more of his cock into my mouth. “Fuck, dude,” he said. “This fag is a natural cocksucker.” “I know,” said Coach Pitt. “I can’t wait to see how he reacts to a big raw dick in his butt.” With that, Strickland pulled me off his cock and yanked me to my feet. “C’mon inside, boy,” he said. “I’ve prepared a very special surprise for you. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.” I followed him inside, then downstairs to a dark room that smelled like sweat and piss. Sex toys were everywhere. A sling was in the corner. And on a table near the doorway, I saw three syringes laid out in a row. “Get up in the sling,” said Strickland. “Coach Pitt will secure your hands and feet.” I did as I was told. Taking off the warm-up jersey, I climbed into the sling and put my legs into the stirrups. Coach Pitt winked at me as he secured my hands and feet. Then he grabbed a piece of rubber and tied it around my arm. “Listen, boy,” he said. “This is gonna be really intense, but just trust me. Just go with it. Coach Strickland prepared a big slam for you. That means he’s put drugs into a syringe, and we’re gonna inject it right into your bloodstream. You’ll feel an incredibly intense rush, then you’ll just want dick in your hole. Raw dick. Our dicks. And everyone else’s dicks, too.” “We’re filming this, by the way,” said Strickland, pointing to a camera in the corner. “We want to document your initiation. I don’t care if that makes you uncomfortable. Frankly, in just a few minutes, you won’t care either.” I watched as Coach Pitt secured a rubber strap to his own bicep. Then Strickland handed him a syringe and swabbed my arm with an alcohol pad. “Coach Pitt is gonna do his slam at the same time as you,” Strickland said to me. “That way he can talk you through the initial rush. I’ll slam second. And then, little buddy, we’re both gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant.” He removed the orange cap from the syringe, tapping it to remove any air bubbles. He found a good vein and inserted the needle. He looked back at Coach Pitt, who was doing the same. “Just tell me when you’re ready, Pitt,” he said. I watched as Strickland pulled the plunger back from my syringe, and it turned deep red. “I’ve got a register,” said Coach Pitt. “Fuckin’ do it.” And with that, Strickland undid the rubber strap from my bicep and began pushing down on the plunger. I watched the red liquid disappear into my vein, then felt a scratching at the back of my throat. I coughed violently as a rush of blood and chemicals went to my head. My heart began beating in double time. “Hold your arm up, boy,” said Strickland, showing me how to keep a finger over the entry point. I heard Coach Pitt exhale loudly, growl, and say “Fuck yeah” under his breath. Strickland went off to do his own slam, and Coach Pitt approached me, his giant dick bobbing in front of him, rock-hard. He, too, had his arm in the air, and his eyes were full of crazy, devilish intensity. Meanwhile, I was a little panicked. The rush was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I couldn’t even begin to process what I was feeling. “It’s OK, boy,” said Coach Pitt, gently. “Just go with it. We gave you a REALLY big hit. Does this make you feel any better?” He ran his hands across my chest, tweaking my nips, then slowly moved his fingers down to my stomach. “Or this?” He inserted two fingers in my hole, and my eyes immediately rolled back in my head. Coach Pitt laughed. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said. “This sweet little fuckhole’s all slammed up, and it’s ready to get fuckin’ pozzed. You want my dick, boy?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, completely blown away by the intense sensation of his fingers in my hole—it was like his fingers were everywhere on my body at once. In fact, my body felt like nothing but a hole. And all I could think was that I needed Coach’s big dick inside me, I needed his sweet fuckin’ seed, I needed his virus, I needed him to mark me, own me, use me, wreck me. “Here you go, pig,” he said, resting the head of his dick against my fuckhole. “Strickland and I are gonna fuck you raw. We’re gonna breed you full of our poz seed. Then we’ll have some buddies come over to work all that cum up inside you, blasting you full of more virus. We’ll do everything we can to get you fuckin’ converted, I promise you.” That’s when he inserted the head of his cock inside my hole. My ass radiated with hunger. My mouth dropped open and my eyes fluttered. Coach Pitt grinned his evil grin. “Want more?” I nodded emphatically. Then I felt him pushing his massive raw shaft inside me, about a half-inch, then pausing, then a half-inch more. “Goddamn,” he said. “I tell ya, Strickland, there’s nothing hotter than fucking a virgin hole that’s just been slammed for the first time. It’s this combination of crazy tightness and insane hunger. His hole is grabbing onto my cock, doing its best to devour it, and his little cunt muscles are trying to catch up. You OK, boy? You want more dick?” By this point, I was grinning stupidly as he slowly impaled me on his raw shaft. I didn’t need to answer. He could see the complete bliss on my face. My wrestling coach, my dream man, was slowly filling my hole with his dick. Surrendering to his cock, feeling him invade me and claim me, I’d found my purpose, or at least part of it. My purpose was to serve and worship men like Coach Pitt, offering my raw hole for them to pound and breed. “I’m not gonna last long,” Coach Pitt said. “This hole is fuckin’ incredible. Boy, you’re gonna get so much cum tonight—you have no idea. How’s that slam feeling?” “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this good,” I said, still grinning from the sensation of being filled by this stud’s giant dick. “I didn’t think I would ever get to see your cock, let alone feel it push inside my fuckhole.” With that, Coach pushed the rest of the way into me, his heavy balls resting against my asscrack. I looked up at him, my vision blurred by the waves of pleasure running up and down my entire body. No rubbers, no barriers—just the skin of his fat mushroom head rubbing against the skin of my hungry virgin hole. “You want my cum, don’t you?” he said, starting to thrust his dick into my jockbutt. “I so fucking want it,” I replied. He smiled. “I’m so glad I get to poz you, Lance. I’m so glad I’m the one who gets to flood your virgin hole with my virus. I’m gonna mark you. You’re gonna be mine. You wanna be mine?” “Yes, Coach,” I said. “Make me yours. All yours. Please. Poz me. Infect me. Give me your virus. Work my slammed-up hole with your raw dick until you pump a load deep. Please.” “I like to hear you beg, boy.” I heard his breath grow shallow. His thrusts went a little deeper. He was close to shooting. “I like to hear you beg for my toxic load. I fuckin’ love it. Sweet little jockboy like you with a hungry bubble butt. You want a poz load, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Poz me. Please.” “Here it comes, you little fucker. You little neg bitchboy. I’m about to blast you full of my fuckin’ poison. Fuckin’ A, Lance—sweet hungry tight virgin fuckhole. Fuck! You know what I’m doing right now, you hot little faggot? I’m. Stealing. Your. Fucking. Boyhood. Fuuuuuuck!” With that, he thrust deep, his whole body convulsing as poz cum pulsed out of his raw dick. Then another pulse. Then another. I felt a wetness and warmth began to flood my guts as Coach’s cock unleashed a ******* of infected seed into my defenseless body. Finally, after the eighth or ninth pulse, he came to a stop. His dick was still hard, still lodged in my cumhole. He looked me in the eye, grinned a huge grin, and said with a growl: “Welcome to the fuckin’ brotherhood, baby boy.” MORE SOON…

PART II When I finished up in the shower, I walked back to Coach Pitt’s office, where I found him sitting on the couch, jacking his giant dick to some homemade porn. On the computer screen there was a hot jockboy on his back, legs spread, getting piston-bred by a hung stud top. When the top pulled out, his cock glistened with a thick layer of cum, and a steady stream of seed poured out of the boy’s ripped-up fuckhole. Then I looked a little closer. Wait a second, I thought—I know this boy. “Is that Tom Goldsmith?” I asked Coach Pitt, totally shocked to see someone I knew spreading his sloppy hole for raw cock in a homemade sex tape. Tom Goldsmith was team captain the year before me. He was one year ahead and one weight class heavier. I idolized him. I’d also found myself staring at his giant swinging cock and heavy balls during every single weigh-in. “You got it,” said Coach, placing the image on pause, then turning to me, saying “I filmed this almost exactly a year ago, just after his 18th birthday. He was curious about cock, but didn’t want to get fucked, so for a few weeks, Strickland and I broke him down little by little, plying him with drugs, jacking our dicks while we watched porn together, showing him our homemade videos. He resisted for awhile, but finally he broke, and in the end, he turned into one hot, hungry, twisted fagboy cumdump.” I stared at the frozen image on the screen where I could see Tom stretching his fuckhole as widely as possible, staring intently at the raw cock that was making a beeline for his wide-open cum-soaked cunt. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “Listen, buddy—don’t you worry,” said Coach, motioning for me to sit down next to him. “I know this looks really intense. You don’t need to go this far. We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable doing, boy.” As I sat down, Coach’s fingers drifted down to my newly shaven hole. He placed his index finger gently against the entrance to my cunt and massaged it, causing me to let out a guttural moan. My legs spread a little wider. He dug his finger deeper. Then I gasped: “I want to be that kind of boy for you, too.” Coach inserted a second finger into my hole. “Good. I’m glad you want that, Lance,” he said, adding “It just might take some time. A true cumdump surrenders to raw cock, no questions asked. You beg for each dick to plant seed deep inside your body. Tom took 22 loads on the night we filmed this. It’s not a safe way to play.” He reached for the remote, turned up the volume on the monitor, and pressed play. Through the computer speakers I could now hear Tom saying “Yeah,” I heard the jockbottom growl. “Yeah?” replied the top man who was about to shove his raw cock inside Tom’s leaking pussy, “You want this, fag?” Tom spread his hole wider, answering “Yes please, fucker. Please fucking poz me. Shoot your virus into my guts and take my fuckin’ hole to the dark side.” With that, the top shoved in. I was mesmerized. As I stared at the screen, precum streamed out of my rock-hard dick. Coach gathered the fluid with his fingers and worked it into my fuckhole. “You like that, huh?” Coach remarked, pulling me closer to himself as he put the movie back on pause. “You like hearing Tom beg for poz cum?” “Coach, I love it.” “Good boy. I’m so glad to hear that.” I paused for a moment, terrified to say what I was thinking, but somehow I just couldn’t stop myself. Coach encouraged me, asking "What is it? You can tell me anything, Lance." My reply blurted-out: “Can I do that tonight, Coach? Please?” “Do what, Lance?” “Get my hole fucked full of poz cum.” Coach grinned, pulled me into a hug, and kissed me deep while his hands continued to massage and relax my hungry jockbutt. Then he looked deep into my eyes. “Lance, I would so love to see this pretty virgin hole get knocked up with HIV. But are you sure you’re ready?” “It scares the fuck out of me, but yeah, I want it bad.” “Then let’s get you knocked up, boy. Tonight.” “Fuck yeah. Thank you, Coach.” “No, boy—thank you. I’m so proud of you for embracing the poz pig you’re destined to be. But first, I have one more thing to show you.” He hit play again. From the monitor, I heard Coach’s voice—apparently he was the camera operator—saying, “Here, Strickland. Hold the camera. I want to give this boy another load.” The camera jostled, then steadied again. I saw Coach’s muscular chest, defined abs, and giant cock enter the frame. “You want more?” Coach asked the bottom boy, who grinned and nodded, answering “Please, Coach, pump my butt full of another load of your sweet poz cum.” I turned to look at Coach. He was watching me, grinning as he massaged my hole with two fingers. His dark eyes glinted as he nodded approval, and I nodded back. “Yes,” was all I said. Then his smile got bigger. I looked back at the monitor where I saw Coach’s fat dick enter Tom’s sloppy cumhole. Tom groaned. Then I heard Coach say to him: “Fuck yeah, you little pozzed-up slampig.” Meanwhile, Coach worked a third finger into my hole. I looked back into his eyes and he kissed me, deep and rough. “Damn,” he said with a growl, “You are somethin' else, Lance. I can’t wait to pound a poz load deep inside my boy's hungry butt.” “Please, Coach.” “Yeah, boy? Is that what you want?” “Yes. Please make me yours. Poz me up. I want everything you’ve got.” “Absolutely, you fuckin’ jockpig,” he said, pulling me close to him and pressing his dick against my partied-up fuckhole. “Tonight you become all mine.” MORE SOON...