Leaderboard

Chapter 6.2 - Sparky "U like doin negs?" was the message Ric got from Jim. Ric laughed to himself and wondered where this was going. He liked that they had continued to hookup after the summer break but knew that once the new library was finished they might not. A few had been longer fucks than their usual pump and dump on the construction site. Ric had even met Jim's roommate when they had an extended fuck session at his apartment. "Done my share. why?" he replied. A few seconds later Jim replied "Been fuckin an electrician" and then "Last time he said he just tested neg again and wondered why" followed by "he thought all poz guys could give him bug." "doesnt sound like he's too worried abt it. he chasin?" Ric asked. "Dunno bred him most of summer b4 he found out I was poz" Jim replied then added "others stopped fuckin him when they found out I was nailing him too. dumbfucks dont understand since I'm undetectable I'm safer than most guys no matter how many times I tell em." Ric wondered what Jim was thinking and if he wanted to poz the guy up. "U gonna stop meds to do it?" he sent. "Kinda wanted to watch u fck him first" Jim answered. Ric chuckled. "fuck him or poz him?" he asked. "Fuck. Dont think hes had a dick as big as u. hes cocky. b nice to watch a college guy own his ass" Jim texted back. Ric thought about it a moment and replied "If I fuck him, I'll own his ass 4 sure. where n when?" Jim sent a message back a few minutes later "checking. prob do longer fuck than we can at jobsite. u know places? don't want to use my apt." "Bathhouse?" Ric asked. "I dunno, might be too public for him" Jim replied. "Just go at an off time and have him get a room. He can decide how visible he is" Ric said, starting to think this was going to be too much work. "Monday eve might be quiet. Can u do that?" Jim asked. Seven thirty on Monday night, Ric walked into the bathhouse. "Not one of your usual times. Meeting someone?" the attendant asked. "Yeah. Not even sure if he'll show. How's the crowd?" Ric replied. "No crowd. Only a handful inside right now. It might pick up after ten" he got as a reply. Ric stripped down and stuffed his clothes in the locker before heading to the sauna. He gave Jim and his friend Sparky an hour before he would give up and head back home. He didn't have to wait long and he saw Jim and another guy come into the sauna. Once they got close he could see the other guy better without the steam. Sparky was a several years older than Jim or maybe he just had a hard life. His head was shaved and he wore several days scruff on his face. His smooth body held several extra pounds and the good start of a beer belly. There were several small tattoos scattered over his body and one large lightning bolt tattoo on his upper left arm. When he took the towel off his waist, Ric saw a rather small cock and no pubes. Ric didn't think Sparky was very attractive and hoped that he was a better lay than eye candy. At least when he turned around to check out the steam room Ric saw a nice, but smooth, ass. "Did you get a room?" Ric asked. Jim shook his head "No, the guy up front said there weren't a lot of people here so Sparky decided to chance it." "Ya only live once, huh?" Sparky said in a thick southern drawl. Ric chuckled and nodded, spreading his legs and stroking his soft cock. "Damn that's big" Sparky said, keeping his sentences short. He kept staring too and started to lick his lips. "Yeah, I won the lottery in that department. Come on over and give it a try. Let's see if you can wrap your lips around it" Ric said. Sparky looked around and no one else had come into the sauna. He came closer and bent over, taking Ric's partially hard cock into his hand. "Fuck" he said before pulling the foreskin back and licking over the head. Ric hadn't showered and he knew there might be more than just sweat and some piss under the hood, but Sparky didn't object. Slowly, he took more of Ric's cock into his mouth and Ric watched Jim disappear behind Sparky. A few seconds later, Sparky moaned around Ric's cock and Ric assumed that came from Jim's tongue on his ass. The moans kept coming and Sparky began sucking harder and deeper. It wasn't the best blowjob Ric had gotten but it wasn't the worst, either. Sparky mostly kept his teeth from scraping on Ric's shaft, but Ric was used to it. He licked back up the shaft, letting Ric's cock pop free of his lips. After taking a deep breath and going back down, he took Ric further into his mouth and just let the tip hit his throat. Ric rested his hand on the back of Sparky's head, pushing harder until the tip squeezed in. Sparky struggled and Ric let up, giving him a moment to refill his lungs before pushing his head back down. With his cock deeper in Sparky's throat this time, Ric gently started to thrust up, getting a little deeper. A few moments later, he saw Jim's head pop up and then stand up. He let Sparky grab another bit of air and pressed down as he watched Jim push in. Like he usually did when he fucked Sparky, Jim slowly sunk his entire shaft into the hole. Sparky had told him he loved to feel the burn and today he was sure Sparky would feel it at least twice today. He made sure there was just the bare minimum coating of spit to let him in. A slow drag pulled his cock all the way out before he shoved back in. This time, he didn't stay planted and began to plow way with firm strokes. Ric was fucking his face too, just with shorter strokes. The moans had turned to groans and Ric could tell Sparky was in pain. He wasn't trying to push off or wiggle away, so Ric pulled his head back and let him nurse on Ric's cock. The moans returned after a couple minutes until Jim would thrust in and make him grunt. Jim started to drill Sparky faster and Ric figured he was close. He had never seen Jim top before and now knew he was much more than just a horny bottom. Out of the steam Ric saw a guy come closer, stroking his cock. When he got next to Jim, Ric recognized him as the guy he called spiderman. The guy was about fifty and had a dozen or more spider tattoos crawling up his arm. Ric and Taylor had taken turns the previous Spring making sure that his cum was now virally enhanced. Spiderman grinned at Ric and watched Jim inch ever closer to orgasm as he slowly stroked his hard cock. A loud growl preceded Jim's last thrust, followed by the first breeding that night of Sparky's hole. It looked like a long orgasm and Ric wondered if he had been saving up to make sure he flooded Sparky's cunt. Spiderman grinned and then wordlessly asked if he could be next. Ric wasn't sure that Sparky knew there was another guy in the sauna, but he found out when instead of Ric getting up or Jim pushing back in, he got spiderman's long thin cock. Sparky jolted a bit, but Ric held his head. It didn't take long before spiderman was pounding Sparky's ass. His fuck looked pretty boring to Ric, with only one motion and one speed. He only lasted five minutes before he began to shoot his toxic jizz into Sparky. Ric would have preferred to be the only one filling Sparky with viral cum, but so far Sparky wasn't a good enough fuck to earn Ric's desire to be the only one. Once spiderman was out of the way, Ric and Jim swapped spots. The hole might have been slick with two guys' loads, but it still was tight. He saw Sparky's face buried in Jim's crotch with a cock probably deep into his throat. Ric got a couple inches in and bent over Sparky, pressing his chest to Sparky's sweaty back. With his head next next to Sparky's, he asked "Ready to get knocked up, Sparky?" Sparky whimpered with Jim's cock still in his mouth. "I'll take that as a 'yes'" Ric said, plunging his cock most of the way in. Sparky screamed out but most of it was muffled by Jim's cock. His body squirmed and twisted but since he was pinned between Ric and Jim, it just forced Ric's cock in deeper. Ric raised his hips and gave another hard thrust, digging into a new spot and making Sparky scream even louder before Jim pushed his cock in deeper. "Jim said you were disappointed your last test was neg. I hope that won't be a problem next time" Ric said, rolling his hips so his cock was almost out before driving back in. Slowly he plowed, forcing most of the two loads out and stretching the soft chute with each thrust. The whimpers returned a few minutes later along with Ric's faster strokes. Ric saw Jim face fuck Sparky's throat and he started to plow faster too. Once Sparky got used to one intensity, Ric would go harder. Ric pushed up, keeping his grip on Sparky's shoulders while he kept pounding. Jim smiled back at him and Ric wondered if he was up for a fuck like this. Most of their encounters had been quite a bit tamer. Another five minutes had Ric close and a few minutes more found him firing off volleys of his cum into Sparky's battered cunt. A few guys had gathered to watch Sparky get fucked and a few made comments when Ric shoved in the final time. "He's fucked" one guy said. "Lucky bitch" said another. Ric chuckled, quickly glancing to see who might be a good hookup next time. Once the adrenaline had faded, Ric slowly pulled his cock free and watched cum drip out of the wrecked hole. He stood back and Jim got up, leaving Sparky gasping for breath and braced on the bench. Jim slid his hard cock into the loose hole and laughed. It was then that Ric saw the fresh ink on Jim's upper back. The bio tat was larger than his but looked perfectly sized for the placement between his shoulders. It only took a couple minutes before Jim was growling again and pumping more of his seed into Sparky's hole. Ric took a seat and Sparky licked his cock briefly. When Jim had pulled out, Sparky stood up obviously in pain. "Fuck, my ass and throat are so fuckin sore" Sparky said. "That should hold you for a couple days" Jim said, slapping Sparky's ass. They headed off toward the showers with Ric trailing the other two. "Nice ink, Jim" Ric said as they rinsed off. "It's your fault. I liked your tat and wanted to get one, but I was afraid of the reaction I'd get. I've been getting a lot more action the past year and found more guys that aren't afraid of fuckin poz guys. Seem to be a lot more poz college students that want some hole to fuck, too" Jim said. Ric smiled back at him. "That might be my fault too" Ric thought.

I'm in San Francisco for the weekend and decided to buy some poppers and lube for my weekend. I heard they had an arcade with glory holes and decided to check it out. It was pretty busy inside so I got myself into a booth, took my pants off and bent over the glory hole. I don't like sucking dick too much, I have a locked jaw so over time it just hurts and it's not fun for me at all. I'm bit of a slut for anon strangers though! Before I knew it I was there until closing and I lost track how many loads went in me... My hole was covered with cum. A few guys fucked me but didn't cum and there was a huge pile of cum on the floor I'd scoop up and put on my hole or my mouth. I was very content and I believe a few guys took pics of my hole after so if you see this and you fucked me please share pics with me 😉 Happy anon hole is happy

It is a hot summer night on Wellington Street as Fernando exits his car. He parks just around the corner, and begins waking to the sauna. The street is particularly empty at this time of the night, ten o’clock to be exact, unlike the nearby street of Peel which is always busy with people, especially tonight, which happens to be a Saturday. He walks past the empty Anytime Fitness gym and walks into the building marked Wet on Wellington. He has a shift tonight, as he always does during the weekend. ‘Busy tonight?’ Fernando asks the man at the counter. The man’s name is Somchai, a Thailander, very young and very pretty with diamond studs in both ears. He’s been fucked by Fernando many times before, usually after his shift in the darkness of the upstair’s room or, once, behind the building in the alleyway, concealed by one or two dumpsters. ‘Getting there,’ Somchai replies and blushes. ‘You’re early for your shift.’ ‘Just seeing who’s around first, that’s all,” Fernando says. Somchai hands Fernando the key to the massage room and buzzes him through the door. ‘Before I forget,’ Somchai says, ‘the boss wanted me to give you this.’ He hands Fernando a small brown envelope. ‘What’s in it anyway?’ Fernando takes the envelope and smiles without replying, walks away. He passes a few men in the locker room with towels wrapped around their waists, walks up the giant flight of stairs to the second level, and into the massage room. His client won’t be here for another ten minutes. He rips the upper corner of the envelope and empties the content, which contains a dozen or so packets of white patches and a note which falls to the ground. The patches remind him of Nicotine Patches but he knows what these are really for and he smiles nefariously. The notes simply says ‘Use Wisely. Enjoy, from the boss.’ A knock on the door heralds the arrival of his first client for the night, a muscular guy with black hair and eyes the colour of chocolate cake. They exchange hellos and the man undresses, lays on his stomach, and the message begins. Slowly, Fernando undresses too, until he is butt-naked, but the man does not mind, not even a little. The oil is slick on the man’s skin, and he almost falls asleep when he notices something hard poking at his face, and is surprised to see Fernando’s dick at his face. “Oh,” the man says, “sorry, I’m straight. I’m not into that sort of thing.” Taken aback, Fernando apologies quickly and resumes his massage. A few minutes goes by and something happens rather quickly that the man does not anticipate. A patch of something white sticks to the side of his neck but it is applied so gently that he never notices it. His heart beats faster and he becomes uncontrollably horny as the drug from the patch begins to work its magic all around his body. At this moment, Fernando smirks and begins rubbing a generous amount of oil on the man’s butt, fingering his ass with a finger, followed by another, much to the man’s enjoyment. Fernando attempts to feed the man his cock once more and this time the man is eager to feed on it as if he is starved. He can’t seem to stop himself. All the while, Fernando continues to finger his ass, and when it is ready, Fernando pushes the man down back on his stomach, climbs on top of the massage table, slides his dick inside the man with ease. It is tight, no less than that of a virgin, perhaps it might be given the straight acting nature of the man but nonetheless, it won’t be a virgin after tonight. The man winces in pain before he is overcome with pleasure and he rocks his bottom back and forth on Fernando’s cock. Soon, their thrusts are in sync with each other. It doesn’t take long for Fernando to come, thick and creamy, deep inside the man’s ass, which he tightens to milk down to the last drop. His dick slides out gracefully, still hard, feeds it to the man who happily swallows it in one go, cleans it while on his knees, cum dripping out of his ass and down the back of his thigh. The massage is over. Fernando kisses the man and slaps his ass as he exits the room as the next appointed man awaiting his massage walks in. This would continue for the next three hours in the massage room, and every man would be bred by Fernando, some more willing than others, but never as resistant as the first man of the night, but there is always the white patch of drug if he ever has to cross that bridge again. It is one in the morning and Fernando has finished his shift for tonight. A knock on the door and it’s Somchai who has also finished his shift. Somchai locks the door behind him and, like he does every night when he knows when Fernando finishes his shift, goes down on his knees without anybody asking and begins working on Fernando’s thick cock with his talented mouth. Somchai can taste the asses of the men Fernando has fucked throughout the night but he doesn’t care, and he offers up his own ass to Fernando which Fernando doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of. Somchai is nothing more than a sex toy which Fernando uses for his own pleasure, and he rewards Somchai for his loyalty with a load deep inside him. Fernando exits the room, down the corridor, and as he walks past the darkroom catches the glimpse of the muscular man with black hair from earlier. He is bent over with a cock in his mouth and a cock in his ass, and there are many men surrounding them all jerking off, and waiting for their turn with the man.

As I was eating my breakfast I noticed trucks and other work equipment arriving in front of my house. It soon became apparent my neighbour's sewer, water or electric lines needed digging up. Lots of male workers, but none who stood out. I went on about my day. I never bother to put on clothes 'til after my workout in my basement home gym. I was nearing the end of my final stretches when I noticed a workman watching me through the window facing my neighbour's yard. Forgetting I was stark naked I smiled and waved at him. He smiled back and rubbed his crotch. Blood rushed to my cock and I felt that wonderful moment as it started to engorge. As I grabbed it encouraging it to full stature my voyeuristic workman moved closer for a better look. I decided to give him a real show, turned around, bent over and stuck two saliva covered fingers up my ass. Three workman were now standing at my window rubbing their crotches. Their foreman must have come along because they all scattered like frightened jack rabbits. I finished my stretches and headed to my bathroom for a shower. As I was toweling off I heard my doorbell. I considered running to find clothes but settled for wrapping a small towel around my waist. I had no idea who was at my door but felt sexy and thought whoever it was could deal with my semi-nudity. There stood the first voyeuristic workman. About 6'4" he probably weighed 250 pounds. Other than his size there was nothing distinctive about his looks. He was blushing and couldn't draw his eyes up from my growing bulge. "Can I help you?" I asked. "We are fixing your neighbour's water line and need to shut off the street. I'm just letting you know so you can shut off your valve until it's back on. Easiest way to guarantee you don't end up with backflow which can draw in dirt. " I played dumb. "Where would that value be?" I knew exactly where it was. "Let me help you." He smiled and stepped inside. As soon as the door was closed I let the towel drop. He was instantly on his knees sucking in my 8 inch hard on. He did so for a few strokes and then spun me around to eat out my ass. I bent over as he stood and fished his thick ten inch uncut dick through his now open fly. The words "Fuck me!" spilled from my mouth as the head of his huge cock found my receptive hole. He hoarked out phlegm and spit it to lube his monster. He waisted no time as he plunged in and I thought I might faint from the pain. He spoke no words and on the fifth plunge of his raw bat in my ass he gave a great grunt and held my hips firmly as he unloaded deep inside me. No sooner had he finished than he tucked his cock away zipped up and opened the door. "Thanks bud. I knew that's what you wanted and ignore my bullshit about turning off your valve. " Then he was gone. I decided to call into the office and let them know I would work from my home office. This allowed me to remain nude and savor the workman's load in my guts. A few hours passed, I had forgotten about the work next door and sauntered nude into my kitchen for some tea. That's when the doorbell rang again. There was nothing handy for me to wrap around myself so I just boldly answered the door as I was. This time there were two astonished and happy looking workmen. I didn't say anything, just stepped back and motioned for them to come in. They quickly closed the door, had me leaning against it and the shorter of the two had his pants around his ankles and naked cock balls deep in my agreeable hole. His big coworker had clearly 'fucked and told.' This handsome Italian removed his jacket and shirt as he relentlessly pounded my ass. Meanwhile his tall slim buddy was stripping naked to join me. Next thing I knew the slim guy was sitting between my legs with his tongue lapping at the raw cock pumping my ass. This must have really turned the Italian on 'cause he was soon blasting me full of his load. The tall guy cleaned the Italian's cummy cock for a bit before standing and impailing my hole with his long thin rod. The Italian stripped out of his boots and workpants. He moved in between me and the door lining my cock up with his dark bubble ass. "Breed me man" and he guided me in. This raw fuck train went on for the next twenty minutes. The tall slim guy was tweaking my nipples and I couldn't hold off any longer. Rope after rope of my cum painted the walls of the Italian's insides. At the same time my ass orgasmed and milked the cum out of the tall slim guy. As I leaned against the door catching my breath they both hastily retrieved and pulled on their clothes. They both thanked me as they made their exit with the Italian adding; "I can send a couple other guys along. As a no questions asked cum dump myself I suspect you and your flooded ass might have barely started. "

"look at you! giving up that pussy like a good boy should. I knew you could do it fuckstick." Corbin cheered the boy as he continued to open him, occasionally glancing up to appreciate his work. The mirror, some cheap dorm room accesory picked up ages ago, was perhaps the best accessory to the evening. a fifteen dollar constant reminder for every straight man who found themselves in the sling that their purpose was to serve as a greased cumhole. "can you see it fuckstick?" he remarked slowly as he dragged the length of his tool out of the dripping wet boy. Connor watched the boys shiny cockring as it slipped from his asshole and hovered above him, only registering the emptiness he felt and the cool air on his wet hole. "look up baby...look at your hole. isnt that neat? my whole dick fits up inside you where it belongs now fuckstick, and this pretty cock? its greasing you up full of my pre. here, watch it fillllll you up..." Corbin teased as he effortlessly slid back into the warmth of the boys virgin hole, grinning as he watched him softly grunt. "Thats the way. you feel me dont you, feel it deep in you..I know it doesnt feel like youre doing a whole lot but trust me that naughty little cunt is. youre making my cock feel so fucking good." Corbins words seem to drip in the boys ears as he rocked along, obediently accepting the hot cock. "the first time so special fuckstick. a little different, a little scary i know, but before you know it i promise that litte holes going to be your most favorite thing in the whole wide world." Collins mind wandered. this was it? this is all he wanted? he felt for sure there was something else he wasnt aware of as his ass met the boys hips again and again. he felt pleasantly full, like a thanksgiving dinner, only more? the drugs made it impossible to focus on any complex emotion or opinion other than the immediate sensations. his butt felt slick from all the lube, and for a minute he forgot why any of this was important at all. Corbin seemed to speed up and slow down at his own pace, sending the occasional tingle through his own cock as he mashed into his g spot. he huffed as the toned pigs balls slapped harder at his ass, but the dick inside him didnt seem to so much as pinch, it just pushed deeper. Corbins dick felt like it belonged, like a secret, evil little toy that tickled his insides. "god i could rape this hole all night fuckstick...wouldnt that be nice? spend the whole night with just me inside? just me and you and your little pussy sucking the jizz right out of me" he remarked, checking his watch, "but like I said we have a schedule and lots more cock needs to breed you." Corbin picked up his pace again as his balls tightened. "bread?" Connor grunted aimlessly as the boy between his legs let out a chuckle. "no fuckstick not bread, breeeeeeeed..." he moaned, "you dont know what that is i guess so ill spell it out because im real close to showing you. You lay here all nice and dreamy while that greasy little fuck hole milks a big hot load of cum out of whatever cocks inside it." corbin looked down in concern. "just...fucking...watch..." Corbin grit his teeth and made a few final thrusts before pressing tightly to the boys soft ass. throwing his head back, he groaned in satisfaction as his cock began its familiar dance, pumping the boy full of his first deep hot load of seed. "thats..." Corbin huffed, catching his breath, "thats...just perfect. see? thats breeding, thats what youre here for fuckstick, just a nice pretty asshole to drain your balls into." Connor felt the thick cock inside him as it seemed to slip just a little easier now with so much cum in his butt. "god youre fucking greedy." he hissed, jamming a finger into the boy and wiggling, "come on, come on, at least let me see a little bit drip out of you..." Corbin smiled, yanking his finger out as a milky white ooze reluctantly seeped from the hole. "such a beautiful little fucking whore you know that? god its like your pussy knows to keep that cum inside..." connor blushed in response, not sure if he was doing something wrong or right as stared at his own ass. Another eternity passed before a hand waved in front of his face. "hey there litte guy.." It was the redhead from upstairs "dont mind me, just need to take a few pretty pictures to show the party guests..." Connor stared blankly as the teen snapped pictures of his face and dribbling cock, "Corbin did you barefuck him?" the teen kneeled down to photograph the boys freshly fucked hole a few times. "sure did. his pussys got seed in it but hes not exactly oozing it. fucking slut." the pig smiled, "your turn isnt it?" he groped the redhead through his shorts, "I gotta finish this post..." the boy protested as Corbin slid the phone from his hand and lined him up between Connors legs. "plenty of time for that later. dont fight it, take care of this firrrrst...i promise this one is fantastic" the redheads cock was now visibly thickening to the touch, tenting in his shorts as he grumbled. "fine." the pig smiled with glee as he leaned in to his prey, "Connor this is Dalton, hes got a nice big eighteen year old cock that he strokes all day long, but todays special because hes about to push it inside you instead. sound fun? a nice big load of...teen..." Corbin cringed and paused as Dalton finished rolling on a long green condom before pushing his cockhead against the boy. "ugh, kids. you know, you really know how to ruin a good time young man." Corbin scolded as the condomed teen slid into connor. "its safer this way besides i dont want your cum all over my dick you fucking pig" Dalton shot back as he found a rhythm and connor moaned under him. Corbin glared as he fished through his bag again. "fine then!" he grinned, walking past the couple before pausing behind Dalton, "but he DOES feel really good though doesnt he? no fibbing now..." Dalton grunted as he slid his shorts down a little lower, "yeah, this ones tight.." Dalton remarked as though Connor didnt even exist. "yeah he is. hey here, let me help you make it feel better..." corbin pushed the little brown bottle of poppers under the inexperienced teens nose as he recoiled, "ugh ew what the fuck is that..i dont want to do anything tonight." continuing to apply pressure, Corbin held the bottle to the squirming boys face, "relax its just a little pick me up, makes you feel good you know? just breathe..." Corbin waited for him to tentatively inhale before pulling the bottle back, "oh...whoa...dizzy" Dalton wobbled as corbin gave a laugh, "thats it! there...keep fucking him it'll pass..." Corbin held the boy closer as the poppers clearly had their intended effect: dalton was now stroking faster into the connor, "that a boy! let me hear those balls slap...breathe it for me again.." Corbin whispered, returning the bottle to the teen again and again to ever less protest until he could barely stand. "its so good isnt it?" Corbin didnt wait for an answer before gently wrapping his hands around Daltons hips, "pull it out and ill make it feel even better, promise..." Corbins tattooed hands directed the boys hips in protest as his cock slid out. "dont....i wanna fuuuuck." Dalton protested as corbins hand slid around the teens shaft, "its okay youll fuck dont worry, just relax already. let me jerk it..." Corbin slowly and methodically stroked the boy, inching the condom up his shaft "look at that big pretty cock...so wet and yummy....lets see the rest of it..." corbin pushed the last little ring of latex off the head of the teens dripping prick. "stop it..." dalton grumbled, reaching for the greasy rubber on the floor before he was abruptly stopped, "sshh, its okay its okay, here comes mister feel good, nice big breath for me..." Corbin sang into the boys ear as he obediently inhaled the poppers, "there ya go lets make those big juicy balls bounce." As he worked the boys shaft he leaned in, each hit of poppers slowly pushing him closer to the tight hot hole in front of him until at last the boys mushroom tip leaked and oozed against Connors unprotected hole. "back inside now, give him your cock..." Dalton needed no coaching, with a head full of poppers and a firm tug from Corbin his dick slowly vanished into the hot cunt for what looked like the most deliciously sensual fuck he had seen in a long time. two or three pumps later betrayed the boys youth as he gasped, "i gotta pull it out im gonna cum!" Corbin grabbed the boys shoulders and humping against him pushed Dalton over the edge with a long groan as he struggled against Connors ass. "theeeerre we go thats a good boy, pump it all out now, cream that pretty hole nice and deep." satisfied the teen had managed to dump every drop into Corbins new litle toy he stepped back and watched as the redhead pulled out with a plop and a warm ooze of jizz. "youre a dick Corbin." The pig just smiled and returned to the couch, "feel free to dump another load in him later tonight when you get hard again."

My dream romp would be Lito Cruz and Cutler X.... Two BIG UNCUT dicks, hot bodies and stamina. It would be a fantasy to be spit roasted with lots of switching up.

Chapter 6.1 - Rescuing A Friend Ric was standing in the ballroom talking to Devon and the endless line of people that came up to chat. He felt uncomfortable in the tux but was getting used to being the eye candy on Devon's arm for these monthly formal events. Devon had even bought him the tux. He could never imagine spending a few thousand dollars on an outfit you only wear a few times a year. It looked and fit perfect, thanks to the cute tailor who needed three fittings and five loads to get it right. At first he thought that the champagne was messing with his eyes but the closer the two guys got, the more he realized that he saw him correctly the first time. "Hi, Devon. Good to see you again. Even better to see that you brought the same stud from the last few events. He's definitely a looker. Uh... This is my friend Zane" the cherubic guy with a cheap, poorly-fitting gray rental tux said. He was a few inches shorter than Ric, at least thirty pounds overweight with a round face that had a few pimples on it and a mop of dark blond hair on his head. More interesting to Ric was his date "Zane" or as Ric knew him, Paul. "Nice to see you again, Ted" Devon said, unconvincingly. He then said "Finally decided to come out? Congrats." Devon and Ted began to talk and Ric gave Paul a bro hug. "Good to see you again. Been way too long" Ric said. Paul leaned in and whispered "Your client is a lot hotter than mine. Want to swap?" Ric chuckled. "Devon is a friend, not a client. He did hire a guy once for an event like this last year, but it sucked in a bad way. Having fun with yours?" he asked. "Oh crap. Not really. He thinks he's a top and only plays safe. He's not a good kisser and burps a lot. The money's good though, and I've already spotted a half dozen previous clients at this event. All but one looked away. It seems most of these guys are closet cases. So... Friends or friends with benefits?" Paul asked. A grin covered Ric's face. "Oh, benefits for sure. He's a great bottom and is becoming a decent top. We had a fun three way with my boyfriend a few weeks ago" Ric said. "I bet that was hot. Is he on prep?" Paul asked. "Surprisingly, he wasn't. It took four tries but I gave him the Christmas gift you can't return. Now he's on the flip side" Ric replied, laughing softly. Ted dragged Paul away a few minutes later. Devon turned and leaned in close to Ric. "Uh... Is he a friend of yours? I think Ted hired him for the night" Devon said. Ric smiled and pulled Devon to the dance floor. He leaned in as they slowly danced and replied "Yeah, he's a friend but I know he does work like that on the side. Keep it quiet, please... and ask Ted to do the same." "Oh, sure. I'm kind of responsible for Ted doing that, though. I told him what I did last year, but added your suggestion to be more picky on who he hires. Zane seems nice and is really cute. Ted should have looked for someone more in his... league. He did say their warm up before the party was really hot and was looking forward to more later" Devon said. "Ah, ok. I thought he was telling you that he hired a guy just as normal conversation" Ric said. "No, it was more along the lines of thanking me for the idea. I got to admit, I was surprised at your response when I told you about the guy I hired last year. I only told one other person and they gave me a ton of crap for doing it. You should consider doing something like that. You'd be perfect. You know how to fit in, you're well mannered, you're hot, can dance and talk with people. And you're fucking awesome in bed. I guess the only down side is that you'd end up with guys like Ted hiring you" Devon said as the song ended. Ric gave him a wink and said "Or you" before they continued dancing the rest of the night. Ric grabbed a pair of glasses of champagne as last call was made and they stood next to a table watching the party wind down. "I invited a couple guys back to the room after the party. I hope you don't mind" Devon said. "Ted?" Ric asked, half seriously. "Oh god no. His... uh... friend, I'd ask in a heartbeat. No, it's a couple guys from the house that want to play with fire" Devon said. "You sure you want to knock up your fraternity bros? It can come back to haunt you. I had one guy from my dorm that glared at me most of last year after he got what he asked for" Ric replied. "One, I really do. The other guy I really don't care. He's a freshman and thinks he can fuck his way up the ladder. I told him if he put out good tonight, I'd help him get on the social committee" Devon explained. Ric chuckled, thinking what position the guy would have on the social committee. Pole dancing entertainment, was his first guess. He wondered if he couldn't help Paul get out of his boring evening with Ted. "I got Pau...Zane's number if you want me to invite them over. We could make the night really memorable for Ted..." Ric said before an evil grin filled his face. "That's tempting. He's made a few comments about wanting to hookup, but he's not really my type" Devon said. "Too chunky?" Ric asked. "Uh... too whiny... uh, needy, hell... both" Devon said, taking the last sip of his champagne. They kept talking as they made their way back to the suite upstairs. "Well, I think he owes you a big thank you for helping him come out and show up with a stud on his arm tonight. The least he could do is come over and take some dick" Ric said. Devon laughed and replied "You want us to knock him up?" "Well, we'd have to have an even number of tops and bottoms. I assume you and I are topping your bro's and I've only seen... Zane bottom twice, once when we flipped one time. That would mean Ted needs to bottom" Ric replied, chuckling afterwards. Devon was surprised that Ted agreed the moment he asked. He even didn't put up a fight when Devon told him he'd have to bottom. Fifteen minutes later there was a tap at the hotel room door and Devon invited Mick and Samir inside. Mick was the older of the two and Ric assumed that Samir was the power hungry freshman. He wasn't what Ric expected, only standing five foot four and looked thin, even in his tux. He assumed from the name and appearance, he was Indian. Mick was the tallest of the group at just over six foot with a lightly muscled and tanned body. "We got some other guests coming, so avoid any comments about status, okay?" Devon said and got grins and nods from the two new guys. Ric had changed into a robe over his naked body as soon as they got to the room. After the first guests arrived, Devon had removed his jacket and tie, unbuttoned his shirt and kicked his shoes off. The new guys stood there in just their underwear while they waited. Another fifteen minutes and finally there was another knock on the door. Ted looked nervous, but Paul was calm as they walked in. Devon got looks from Mick and Samir as they recognized Ted. Paul winked at Ric, giving him a very grateful "thank you" look. Once Ted and Paul were naked, Ric looked over and saw that Devon had stripped too. "Wow, that looks fresh. When did you get the ink?" Ric asked Devon. A big grin came over his face and Devon replied "A couple weeks ago. Tell your boyfriend thanks for the referral. That artist is awesome." Ric looked over the dragon tattoo on his right arm, covering from his elbow up and over on to his right pec. It was in black ink with red accents and looked good against his caramel skin. "Look at the claw" Devon said quietly. Ric took another look and saw a pendant dangling from the dragon's claw with a biohazard on it. "Subtle. I like it" Ric replied. When he turned back, Ted was on his knees, sucking on Paul's cock. Mick followed Devon to the side of the bed and Ric went to the other side. He opened the robe and watched Samir's eyes gaze up and down his body. He looked nervous, but raised his hand and wrapped it around the base of Ric's cock and guided it to his lips. Samir sucked better than Ric expected, but struggled with the length of his cock. Devon was the first to turn Mick around and forced some spit into his hole. Ric watched closely, waiting for Devon to be the first to drive his cock into a willing ass. Mick groaned and the expression on his face told everyone he was having a hard time with Devon's cock. Ric pulled Samir off his dick and a quick nod was all it took for Samir to turn and move on to the bed. Ric dropped the robe to the side and knelt down behind Samir. Unlike Devon, Ric buried his face into the hairy ass and worked some saliva into the tight hole. While the ring relaxed a bit, Ric knew he was going to have to spend some time opening him up to have any chance of getting his cock inside. When he finally had three fingers in, Ric knew he was way behind both Devon and Paul. He stood up and saw the other tops drilling their bottoms before he pulled the foreskin back and pushed his cock in. A deep groan came out of Samir while Ric forced his way in deeper. He barely made it half way in before he paused, feeling Samir gasping and twisting. "Gettin stretched there, Sami?" Devon asked, chuckling afterwards. "Mmhmm" Samir replied painfully. "Don't worry... it feels great once he gets it all in you" Devon replied. Ric heard Paul laugh as he plowed harder into Ted. Ric began to roll his hips, giving short strokes with his shaft. He leaned forward and pushed Samir's head into the mattress and began to thrust harder. The muffled cries caught the attention of the other four, but with Samir staying in position and taking the fuck he was getting, no one said anything. The two other tops began to drill harder too. It didn't take long before the tops were looking at each other, trying to gauge how close the others were to cumming. A quick nod said that Devon and Paul were ready and a minute later when Ric nodded it triggered the other two. Devon came first with Paul just a few seconds behind. Ric tried to drive the rest of his cock in, but hit the wall and got a loud scream from Samir before his cum showered the battered chute. Ric knew he'd torn him up, but the darker skin on both of them obscured the damage. Only the drips of dark pink cum onto the bedspread told how badly Samir's ass was wrecked. "Switch right" Devon called out as he pulled his dick out of Mick's hole. Ric had to walk around the bed to get behind Mick and once again was the last to push into his bottom. "Oh... god yeah... something smaller. I thought I just took a baseball bat in my ass" Samir said. "I can make up for it by pounding that pussy into tomorrow if you'd like" Paul said. "NO! Go easy... my ass is sore already" Samir said. Paul continued to slowly plow his hole and Devon was drilling Ted. He was surprised that Ted was taking it without complaint and figured that most of Ted's experience was as a bottom. Devon looked to his right and assumed that the scorpion tattoo on Zane's chest meant that he was poz, but figured that since he hired out he must be undetectable. Ric was relieved that Mick was used to taking thicker cocks and while he grunted with each thrust, it was much easier than fucking Samir. He was sure the load of cum inside helped, too. After fifteen minutes, the tops once again nodded at each other. Paul was the first to seed Samir's tortured cunt. Devon pounded Ted a minute more before he dumped his viral cream in and once again Ric was last. He was able to thrust his cock in balls deep before firing off his own tainted seed, forcing a low groan from Mick. Devon gave everyone a little time to recover and then called out "Next!" He was surprised when Samir tried to crawl away when his cock touched the battered hole. "You know the deal. You backin' out of it?" Devon asked, getting a pained "No" in response from Samir. A pair of hands on his hips tugged him back and Devon forced his cock in with one move. It was the only time Devon planned on letting Samir get a second chance. Ric approached Ted and slipped into the gaping, cum filled hole. The sounds Ted made let everyone know how sore he was and that Ric's cock was stretching him out even more. The walk around the bed made sure that this time Paul was the last one in. He rubbed his hand on Ric's ass as he went by to take his spot. Paul gave a wink and all three tops were plowing their bottoms again. Ric found he couldn't get too deep inside Ted, but plowed him anyway. He wasn't sure how much cum he had left either, but as usual the thought of breeding another neg guy urged him on. Paul was plowing the hardest, with Mick showing his ability to take cock far better than the other two. None of the tops lasted as long for the third round. They still looked at each other to time their orgasms close together. Samir whimpered when Devon gave his final two lunges and shot his load in. Ric was next, giving four hard thrusts, trying to break through Ted's inner ring before giving up and coating his guts with a third dose of cum. Paul added his seed to the remains of Devon and Ric's jizz inside Mick's ass. Ted groaned as Ric pulled out and then fell flat on the bed. Paul and Devon pulled out too and the three tops moved over to the sitting area in the suite. Mick joined them a minute later and Samir headed to the bathroom. "Fuck... My ass is bleeding... Do you think I got torn?" Samir asked. "Nah, but keep an eye on it. You were pretty tight" Ric said. He looked over and Ted was passed out. "You, ok there, Ted" Ric asked but got no response until he heard a snore a minute later. Samir joined everyone and gently sat down on a folded towel. He still winced, but sat there looking around. "I didn't think I was going to get bred by three guys tonight... only you, Devon" Samir said. "You guys all undetectable?" Mick asked. "Not me" came the chorus from Ric, Devon and Paul who all grinned back at Mick. "Fuck. I hope I can dodge the bullet again..." Mick said. "I'm done, then. There's no way way I'm not going to get pozzed with three viral loads and an ass this wrecked" Samir said. "Ya never know, but I know a couple of us have a good record" Paul said, smiling back at him.

I want to start out by saying that this is the first time I have ever done this in this type of venue so it may seem like I was being a bit lazy. Last week I was at the video store and this strikingly handsome boy wanted me to come into his booth. I did and we quickly learned we were there for the same reason. He likes to get bred too. That has happened to me millions of times so I thought no harm no foul. He did however like to get his dick sucked. He had a surprisingly meaty cock for his small frame. In these particular booths there is a button that turns on a two way mirror and lets the person in the next booth see you play. He turned that on and I began to suck. It didn’t take long before the guy that was watching us in the next booth with a massive cock was waved over by my new bottom friend. Upon entering our booth we both took turns sucking his cock to get it ready for breeding. Because it was not my booth I followed the lead of my bottom friend and he got up and bent over to receive the big massive cock. The boy impressively took it like a champ and the man fucked him good. I sat on my knees next to them and waited to see if the man wanted to use my mouth to lube his cock. He came somewhat fast and planted it deep. There was another guy knocking at the door so he put away his cock…. After I cleaned it well and left. The next guy came in and repeated the process. We did this three times total and when the last man came I went to town on my new hot boys pussy. He feltched a nice glob of cum for me and I was able to get his load too. It wasn’t until I left that I realized I had not been used but rather I used the bottom. I really didnt feel I was lazy but was happy to assist and it seemed to please the boy.

I agree with what others have said already. Different guys loads taste different. I tend to view cum as something sacred that shouldn't be wasted, so I do make sure I swallow it all and also finish off the blowjob by milking out that last bit at the base of the cock. A couple of things to keep in mind if you want to be a full-load swallowing cocksucker. First, don't panic when your top starts to cum. I've noticed guys tend to get nervous that their mouths are going to be filled and how to handle the load. Second, for me anyway, I tend not to collect the load in my mouth and then swallow. Rather, I tend to swallow several times as he's unloading in my mouth. Third, I tend to take the dick into my throat so that it goes straight down my throat, which makes swallowing it that much easier. As a cocksucking fag, you've earned the load. Just enjoy it. Here's a pic of me in one of my favorite cocksucking postions -- with my head hanging over the edge of the bed so that my mouth is like a straight shot fleshlight.

I cannot agree more and I really like the way you look at this. From tasting a guy's cum I can tell if he's on meds, if he smokes. In fact, I love the taste of smoker's cum. I also will never spill or miss a drop of it when it's fed to me. My mouth wraps around his shaft tightly as I empty his ball sack, letting only enough air in for my taste buds to savor the flavor. My heart sinks every time a guy prefers to shoot his load on his chest. After that the taste is never the same.

I love swallowing cum. It's amazing how different guys loads taste, how much they produce and even the consistency. I love it however it cums and always swallow. It's a great turn on, psychology, for me that a man has made his seed and gives it to me. I like that, having swallowed it It's in me for days after the sex, moving through my body and being absorbed.

I’m beginning to question whether most men in fact have an innate inclination to have intercourse. I used to take it for granted that the one thing you could count on men wanting to do was to fuck something, given any opportunity. Now, I’m not so sure. Now it seems more like getting a man to the point where he wants to fuck is akin to getting a NASA rocket off the launch pad: You’ve got a limited window to do it in, the temperature, pressure and weather have to be right, a whole long checklist has to all be checked off, and of course the O-ring has to be in perfect condition.

Chapter 5.3 - Shredding "That is one vicious dick. Two more in the club" came the message from Rawson. "Both? Cool. I hope Tom is sharing with his bf" he replied. "1st guy sent pic of his new neck tat looks hot said hes sorry he cant do any more vids as a neg btm anymore lol" Rawson replied and then sent "Tom should b close w/bf." "Nice, let me know. 1st can do as many as he wants, just dont show tat" Ric replied. "Yep. Btw, videos up on site at end of week. Sending u email with staff login info. Like u to reply to msgs" Rawson sent. -- "LOL, ur dad bitched about shaving his chest 4 tat even more than u did" came the first message from Thad and was followed by "Less about shaving his leg. they look good tho" and then "Daryl liked doing ur dads nips better than ur moms." "Wow, I didn't think he'd go through with it" Ric replied. "He said u told him to do it so he had to. Guess ur the alpha in ur fam. We made a few changes to the tat, hope you like it. BTW, he's got a nice ass. We both bred him" Thad sent. -- Ric logged on to Rawson's site with his new account and looked around. He found more posts about his fuck with the contest winner and his other videos. He wondered what the response was going to be to the new ones. "Why waste hot wrestler with a fat dude" was the first post he read and he started to get angry. Then he kept reading and found that guys liked it a hundred to one over the haters. "Hot seeing normal guys in porn", "wrestler looked like he was havin fun with that chubby black guy", "Didn't know fan club got pikd for scenes. lucky btm", "gr8 to see wrestlr back. Hope its same guy. like the new leg tat" and "Hope wrestler is toxic. that wud b my dream fuck. knok up my phat azz" were the next comments he read. He added his own comment from his "BlueViper" account. "It was a fun shoot. Don't judge guys only by their looks. He was a gr8 btm & nice guy. I'd do him again in an instant. Loved every second" he posted. It was honest and he hoped the chunky black guy from the fan club would be at Rawson's next party so he could make good on the comment. There was only one other video posted and it wasn't his. He looked it over and there were a lot fewer comments. The video was a little boring and Ric thought it was because the bottom just stood there and took it. He was happy with his choice of bottoms for his scene and wondered what people would say about the other one he did. -- "Hey Dan, how's it going?" Ric asked as he walked off the elevator and saw him waiting there. "Doin good. How 'bout you?" Dan replied. "Good, thanks. We haven't talked in a while" Ric said. "Yeah, Scotty thought the temptation was too much and he didn't want to push our luck" Dan explained. "Ah, cool. I understand. You going to the floor party this weekend? Maybe we can catch up then" Ric said. "Yeah, we'll make an appearance for a while. Probably better to talk in public... less of a risk we'll rip your clothes off and go for a ride" Dan said chuckling. Ric leaned in and whispered "You guys didn't get sick after our last bit of fun, did you?" "Nah. Scotty had a cold, but that's it" Dan said. A smile covered Ric's face and he whispered "Just to be sure, you should hit the clinic on West Street. They do free tests there and the staff is pretty hot." "Oh... OK" Dan said as the elevator showed up and he hopped on. -- "Yo bro. u snowboard?" Joe's message came Sunday afternoon. "You know where I came from. Do you know where they hid the mountains there?" Ric replied. "Oh good ur gonna b as bad as me" was followed by "gay social group needs a few more people to fill bus next weekend. trip to tahoe they need 4 more so thought u, ur bf, kyle n me could go. my treat" Joe sent back minutes later. Ric had never seen a message from Joe that was that long. "Mark must be rubbing off on him" he thought to himself. He looked at his calendar and it was mostly empty. "What days?" he asked. "Thurs afternoon-Sun night get 2.5 days on mtn" Joe replied. "Who's teachin us? Gear?" Ric asked and after several messages back and forth he sent "Let me ask Mateo." As much as he thought it was a bad idea, he also thought it could be fun. He forgot to ask a bunch of questions, but he and Mateo had a bag packed and were knocking on Joe's door Thursday just after 1pm. They'd skipped their Thursday afternoon and Friday classes and were nervous. "I hope we don't break anything... like my neck" Mateo said with a forced grin on his face. Joe opened the door, wearing only a jockstrap and sandals. "Hey! Come on in. Kyle's on his way. Just packin all this shit up" Joe said as he walked back toward the bedroom. "Pipe's loaded if you want to chill" Joe said. Ric had just lit the lighter when Joe came back with two pairs of boarding pants. He tossed one at Mateo and waited for Ric to finish his hit before tossing the other pair to him. "Try these on. Nothin fancy and I don't know what to do if they fit really badly. Got em at the second hand shop along with ours. You brought coats, right?" he said, going back to the bedroom. Once Kyle showed up, they finished getting the bags loaded and were on their way to the meeting spot. "The Y? This is a joke, right?" Ric asked. Joe laughed. "Inside joke, yeah. They use this as the meeting place, but it's not sponsored by them. Oh, anyone that starts singing or playing Village People songs gets kicked off the bus" he said. A few clumps of guys stood around along with some singles. Ric was looking around and most of the guys were around their age and a few were older. Then he saw him. "Jack!" Ric yelled out and a few seconds later his fuck buddy from the floor was standing next to him. "Oh good, I'll know someone on the trip. I didn't know you boarded, Ric" Jack said. "I don't. None of us do. My friend, Joe, thinks it would be fun to watch me kill myself" Ric replied. Introductions were made and they talked a few minutes until the bus showed up. Everyone piled on, showing their ID at the door and their name was marked off the list. They staked out a block of seats and talked the whole way up. "There's only a few rooms for couples. Did you guys get one?" Jack asked. Joe shook his head 'no' before saying "We just signed up this week. We're in the bunk room with all of the other losers." "Hey! I'm one of those losers. It's more fun in the bunk room anyway. Uh... all you guys shootin something toxic?" Jack asked. All four nodded and Jack got a big grin on his face. "We all advertise, so you're probably on your own unless you're looking for a recharge" Ric replied. Jack pulled back the sleeve on his sweatshirt, revealing a fresh scorpion tat on the inside of his forearm. "Cool. Almost like my dad's" Mateo said. He had three pairs of eyes glaring at him, but Mateo didn't say anything more. The bus arrived at the lodge and the lucky couples got their room assignments from the coordinator. He next said "We have two bunk rooms this year. Room A is the quiet room and Room B is for those of you that like to make more noise. But keep the volume down after midnight. Please wear at least a towel in the public areas. Last year, the manager saw a lot more than he wanted to. Breakfast is at 7. Remember, we need to be ready to leave at 8:30" the coordinator told the group. Ric and Mateo ended up dragging a pair of beds from the quiet room to the party room. Coolers came out immediately and bottles were passed around. Everyone in the louder room quickly got acquainted, but they looked at Ric, Mateo, Joe and Kyle suspiciously. Jack walked up to the other four and said "Hopefully they fixed the sauna this year. Last year it was colder than the outdoor hot tub. "Hot tub? I know Ric likes those" Kyle said with a smirk. Soon, all five had towels around their naked bodies and followed Jack to the back door to find the hot tub already occupied by two guys. "Got room for five more?" Joe asked. With a nod from the pair already in the water, they all put their towels on the rack, slid out of their flipflops and climbed in. Joe started the introductions as he popped open a fresh beer. The other guys were Trey and Allen, who insisted they were just "friends" repeatedly. "Oh, we know Jack. He was quite the stud last year. He even gave us a souvenir. From some of the ink, I guess he got you guys too?" Trey asked. Ric smiled and said "Joe got me. I tagged Jack and Mateo. Kyle? He claims to not know who. We should put a warning sign on the hot tub with this many toxic guys in here." Everyone laughed as they looked each over. "You guys been doing good? I take it from your comment that your neg days are over" Jack asked. Both guys laughed. "Neither of us escaped. I thought I did, but it just took longer" Trey said. "Got your eye on anyone this year?" Jack asked. "All of them?" Allen joked. "I know you tried last year. But, just like then, I doubt everyone on the trip will top. I know these two will" Jack replied, pointing to Ric and Mateo. "Oh... I started to top some... Allen too. We both bottom most of the time, but sometimes we have the urge to see if we can still knock someone up" Trey said. "You get any?" Joe asked, grinning at the knowledge that his bug was still getting passed around. The pair laughed again. "Three for me, two for Allen and we did his ex together" Trey said. The building door creaked open and a guy walked out, glancing around at the group in the jacuzzi. He came up to the edge, looking to see if there was room. "Mind if I join you guys?" he asked. His smooth naked body only had a bush and some tufts of hair under his pits and his straight longish hair stuck down from under a beanie. He had a snake tattooed around his left arm and a sugar skull tattoo on his right pectoral, both looking pretty fresh. Trey grinned and replied "Sure, uh... Vic, right?" The guy smiled and said "Yeah... You two go on the weekly trip some times too, right?" Trey and Allen nodded. "Mmhmm. I'm Trey and this is my buddy Allen. You finally brave enough to try the adults-only gay trip?" Allen asked while Vic climbed into the tub, sitting down into the warm bubbling water. Everyone watched Vic nod before saying "Yeah, I finally turned 18. Hopefully this trip is more fun than the other one. I'm kinda bored with getting so baked I pass out every evening." "Well, we got a lot of pipe that you can suck on. Some might even have some weed in it" Joe said before chuckling. Vic looked shocked and then glanced around realizing everyone was smiling back at him and stroking their cocks. "Oh fuck yeah!" he said, kneeling in the center of the hot tub and moving toward Joe. Joe sat up on the edge of the tub and watched Vic come between his knees. Vic looked up and silently asked permission. Joe gave a nod and soon his cock was surrounded by warm, wet lips. "He's almost as good as you are, Ric" Joe said after letting Vic nurse on his cock a few minutes. After several more minutes, Kyle gave a tap on Vic's arm and the moment that he came off Joe's dick, he got pulled over to Kyle's. A few seconds later, Joe's hand rubbed down Vic's back and a finger found Vic's wet hole under the water. He whispered into Vic's ear "Glad you didn't freak out with the PA. You just want to suck or take a half dozen toxic dicks? Keep your ass low to just suck, stand up to get fucked." Joe rubbed his finger around Vic's hole before pushing in to the second knuckle. Slowly he felt the ass rise up until Vic's legs were vertical, his ass was out of the water and he was bent over still sucking on Kyle's shaft. Joe moved around and replaced the pool water with spit on and in Vic's pussy. Two fingers pushed the spit in deeper before Joe rested his piercing on the hole, added one more gob and pressed in. It took a few nudges, but the head popped inside, dragging the ring along the warm, tight chute. Slowly he pushed his cock in, forcing himself into Vic's hole until he was rooted. Vic pulled off Kyle's cock just long enough to gasp out "Oh my god!" before Kyle pushed his head back down on his cock. Several guys were talking as they watched Joe slowly rock his hips. Each stroke got longer until Joe was sliding over three quarters of his cock in and out each time. Vic eagerly sucked on Kyle's dick while Joe drilled his ass. Soon, they were full strokes with Joe's cock popping fully out and then plunging back in. Once he started to get close, Joe pulled on Vic's shoulders making him come off Kyle's cock again. "Ready to take your first poz load of the night?" Joe asked. "Breed my ass!" Vic yelled out. "Close enough" Joe muttered as he let go of Vic's shoulders and thrust in a few more times before showering his guts with potent cum. Both moaned loudly. When the last spurt shot into the cum soaked hole, Joe waited a moment and then pulled out. Ric was on his knees in a flash, licking the cum off Joe's cock. Kyle pulled Vic's head off his dick before pushing him toward Trey who was sitting next to him. Vic had only bobbed three times before Kyle was in place and pushed into the slick hole. He lasted as long as Joe did, but didn't bother to ask about breeding Vic. Another set of charged volleys of cum coated Vic's battered tunnel. The process repeated itself as all seven guys took their turns getting sucked and then fucking Vic's ass. If anyone had any question about Vic's attitude about what had just happened, when he stood up and said "Fuck! That was so awesome. I never did anything like that before. The most was two and they used a rubber!" Everyone could see he was clenching his ass closed, trying to keep the cum inside. Ric wondered if he understood how much charged cum was swimming in his guts.

I work hard at being a good piece of ass. I go thar little bit extra to ensure that a man enjoying my body gets the value of his time and energy spent - after all, he could have chosen any out of a sea of bottoms, and he chose me to rut. So I take a dim view of lazy bottoms. This evening hosting in Louisville, I fielded, in short order, no fewer than three requests from men who wanted to come and “clean up” my ass with their mouths if only I would be so good as to contact them and let them know when I had taken at least two loads. Mark this - I, who had gone to the trouble of rinsing out my guts, driving an hour, paying for a hotel room, negotiating hookups, and taking cock up the ass, was to then be at pains to contact them to let them know when they could then come harvest the cum from my cunt. I am not a hive of bees from which they can come gather cum as if it were so much honey from the comb. But then comes dude number four, by which time I’ve had enough of this, and tell him I’m only going to let a man let me out if he fills me back up again afterward. He responds that he’d love to fill me, and sends a cock shot. Then he adds that he’d like me to straddle his cock - which basically means I’d be fucking myself on him instead of him doing any fucking - and then comes the cherry on the parfait: After I straddle him, he wants me to squat over him so the cum leaks out of my cunt onto his belly. So he goes from offering to eat me out to simply lying there and letting the cum run out onto him after I impale myself on him. Fuck. That. Noise. How goddamn lazy can you possibly get? Oy, you bottoms reading this - next time you’re tempted to do something as asinine as ask a cumdump if you can come lick all the loads he’s just taken for yourself, ask yourself: Would you want someone to do it to you? I’m betting not. Why, then, would you expect someone else to agree to something so selfish, inconsiderate and shamelessly lazy? Get your own fucking hotel rooms, attract your own fucking Tops, and earn your own fucking loads with your own fucking fuckholes.

I must say this. I hooked up with a hairy dude last week. His cock was small (about 4”) and his pubic was wild and bushy. I had to bury my nose in his smelly pubic hair to suck him. Yes I shave everywhere and I prefer sucking men who shave as well. Looking at your smooth cock I know I would enjoy deep throating you.

I have been at groups and have been basically pimped out to parTy's. If you like sex just go with the flow and relax and enjoy. It can be so exciting and fun.

Yes, same here in Wisconsin. We're a dedicated lot which makes some of the assertions all the more insulting. They haven't done it but think they know...

I always swallow unless the pisser decides otherwise. Occasionally they like to mark me or soak my clothes, piss inside my car, or various other variations. It makes me want to scream when I watch a porn clip where the bottom spits any out or just lets it run out of their mouth. If I were to do that to any of the men who have let me have their piss, they would have slapped the shit out of me and never let me near their cocks again, and rightly so. It's disrespectful, boys!

I’m sorry for the long delay. Had some personal stuff to deal with. Hopefully folks still have some interest. Part 3 It was dark when Lou saw the truck pull in with the horse trailer attached. He sipped his whiskey and smoked on his cigar, watching the livestream camera that also synced to his phone. After a couple of minutes, he saw Ralph and one of the other farm hands lead the massive muscle bull out by a collar and shock sticks. He was led off to the other stable Lou had built. A minute later, he saw his newest pig led out blindfolded by its leash. Lou had to admit, this was one of the hottest pigs he had paid for yet. He could tell immediately this one was different. He couldn’t figure out how, but he knew this one was special. Lou’s jeans tightened as his bulge increased. Lou walked down from the deck, into the barn. He observed his latest acquisition from the deck above the pit. As he saw his other pigs move out of the dens, he retreated into the darkness. As he returned to his office, he stripped. Opening a desk drawer, he pulled out some poppers, and radioed Ralph. “Hey, get up to the office,” he muttered. Ralph got up from the desk, poured himself another drink, and sat back down. Ralph came into the office, saw Lou in the chair, and immediately stripped. His cock was hard but barely stood out at 3in hard. That was part of the reason Lou hired his farm hands. Ralph reached for the bottle of lube next to the bar, and fingered some into himself. Lou moved his jock aside, and Ralph sat on his cock with barely any resistance, huffing the poppers. “Look at them”, Lou said, as they both watch the mass of pigs and flesh descend on Cole on the screen. “Look at those pigs. You wanna be one of them piggy”?, Lou said. ”Fuck yes. Let me be a pig”, Ralph moaned. He was already poz from the multiple loads his boss gave him every week. He knew it, he just never got tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll be adding that pig and you to my special barn soon”, Ralph growled as he dumped his toxic load in Ralphs willing hole. —-Part 4 will be here much sooner than the last

Amateur porn is by far the better option for me, sadly it's getting harder to find, and often only very short clips.

Part 2 Lou was particular about his farm. He had grown up on one, but had moved into finance after college. He made his money, and now spent it how he saw fit. A couple of years ago, his poz buddy turned him onto this service that provided men custom made. He was intrigued, and took a meeting. When he found out how far this service would go, he shelled out $250K on the spot. He knew it would take a couple months so he had time. He hired his poz buddy. The dude had gotten a vasectomy some years back for some reason after his diagnosis. He raised the barn to Lou’s specifications in six weeks. Lou never asked how quickly he got it done. It had the recessed flooring that would serve as the pig pen, with several dens in the concrete to serve as sleeping areas. The ramp he put in for bringing the livestock in and out with ease. And the fence around the enclosure was easy. All that came next was the actual barn. Lou made sure the cameras were installed everywhere he could see his pigs. Despite being poz and his huge sexual appetite, he got off watching his pigs fuck. The barn was completed just a few days before his first pig was delivered. He felt bad for it, just laying in there jerking itself off. Despite the copious amounts of cum he had given the farmers, the pig was wasted by being alone, just jerking itself and feeling its belly. So Lou shelled out another big cash pay out for another pig. And from there his pig pen grew.

corbin readied his steady fingers to pierce the young man before pausing to run a tattooed hand up his leg. "youre tense.." he mumbled and thought for a moment before inhaling deeply. "you know..." he remarked, returning the glistening glob of lube to its tub and setting its aside, "our first toys..fucksticks..they only lasted about twenty minutes. i wont lie, its a lot of cock..." Corbin returned his grip to the boys pulsing prick, softly pushing the foreskin back and forth over the sticky pink head. "its so hard making boys take care of their toys. you see a juicy fuckhole, and you need to fuck it...push deep and let every inch inside. its just natural." Corbin traced his thumb around the boys glans and over the head, smiling at his soft little groan before continuing. "boys are supposed to fuck boys connor and i cant change that, they fuck and cum." he remarked flatly. "anyhow, i sort of updated a lot of the rules. pretty holes are like fireworks. If you set them off all at once, its just no fun." Corbin shifted his hand to grip and massage the boys balls as he freed his own cock to stroke. "no, what i decided was a lot more exciting. the medicine i picked helps make you feel yummy all over and get nice and hard" Corbin squeezed a drop of precum from the boys captive prick, "that was my idea. But tonight the parties on a schedule, from little to big. it makes you last longer." corbin slowly knelt between the boys legs, placing his thumbs and spreading the boys hole. "but i guess i got ahead of myself, because the first thing you need is a nice big kiss." Corbin leaned in, gently lifting the boys heavy ballsack as he pressed his tongue against the hot manhole and was rewarded with a surprisingly effeminate whimper. each boy was different, most jumping in surprise at the hot wet touch even with a heavy dose of party drugs, but Connor betrayed something different and rare. Corbin continued, mating his lips against the boys ass as he began gently swirling his tongue and sucking at the boys soft little fuckhole. Connor flexed his hands and clenched his jaw as Corbin pulled his hips closer and his unstoppable violation slowly continued. his protests, although hard to form, were frequently punctuated by grunts and whimpers as Corbins mouth gently opened him against his will. the various "no" and "stop" he had managed to mumble were ignored for so long he had given up. his mind screamed to get out, to run, to fight, anything, but the boys dreary eyes could hardly find the floor let alone the door. squinting into the air he saw a familiar sight which took ages to register. two boys, someones head bobbing? arms and legs...It finally dawned on him, he was watching his own reflection. he groaned one last unheard "no" as he craned his neck to take stock of his situation. his cock had spilled so much precum it now formed a shimmerming pool in his belly button. Corbins thumb and forefingers remained gently suspending his heavy balls as the boy pushed his tongue now effortlessly in and out of his hole, its soft warm caress only further serving to disarm the obstinate straight man. Collin furrowed his brow and gazed on silently, as the cacaophany of sucking and slurping continued. "Beautiful" Corbin dragged the boy back to earth with his remark as he pulled back, admiring his handywork. the once tiny pink pucker had become a swollen, puffy, soft boyhole. "like i said..." Corbin stood, reclaiming the lube and pressing a generous amount against the hot hole, "we're on a schedule, so everythings taken care of. relax for it..." Corbin smiled into the boys eyes and as he softly whined, his hole gently gave way to the boys middle finger. "there we go, thats our first little friend tonight." corbin plunged his finger deeper as he registered the boys discomfort before gently confirming his prostate. "Say hi now..." he whispered, gently leaning into connors ear as he pressed against his virgins forbidden prize. The singular groan that came from the boy was an unmistakeable, unholy, succulent symphony Corbin delighted in hearing. this was the soft song only a virgin could sing to him. "very good fuckstick very good...lie back now and let it happen..." he encouraged the captive young man. pumping softly into him, his shoulders relaxed, sinking into the sling. corbin delighted in his slow deflowerings as they produced the hungriest fucksticks. babbling, writhing, eager straight boys that craved penetration were so much more enjoyable than his run of the mill idle fuck zombies. pulling out fully he slid a second digit in, almost effortlessly, and smirked at the brief expression of question on Connors brow as he continued to massage and tease the boy. "isnt it nice? I know just where you need it fuckstick, just where to touch. let me show you how good it feels baby..." Corbin hissed as he continued probing the boys ass. connor just grunted softly as the expert top worked him to extacy. he felt full, hard, like something inside him needed more. like his whole body wanted to be touched inside. Finally satisfied with the supple texture of the boys pussy, Corbin slowly pulled his fingers from the puffy pink ring and took his place. Connor glanced around, visibly annoyed. the dull fullness in him had abated and he felt frustratingly empty now. "connor..." The guiding voice seemed surprising, welcome, as he looked up to see a tall boy wrap one hand around his hip and another around the base of his prick. "remember me? our second guests here...." Corbin slid himself gently against the boys well worked asshole and was rewarded with a tight kiss against his cockhead as the steel from his piercing slowly slipped inside. This was the moment, the exquisite instance when he would gently flex his hips to deflower another helpless young straight man. "Say hi now..." he whispered, gazing into connors eyes. without protest he sighed, slowly easing all six inches into the boy as a deafening silence enveloped them. gripping the chains of the sling, he tugged the last inch of his cock into the boy as they both gasped and sighed. "sshhhhh its okay, its okay. im inside now." Corbin soothed the confused looking boy as he ran his hands across him. "see how nice that is? youre such a good boy. i told you id make it easy." Corbin gently swirled his hips, planting his cock in and out of the newly deflowered boy. "now the next parts super easy Connor, all you need to do is relax while I fuck...just for a little bit..until your hole makes me cum." Connor groaned in response as the cockhead inside him seemed to stroke all his cares away. "Connor?" the boy grunted as he bounced back and forth on the sticky cock. "sorry about that" Corbin sighed, watching the boys hole easily milk him over and over, "I must have been thinking of someone else, fuckstick.."

I am confused. prep doesnt agree with him? doesnt he know he will have to be on a similar if not exact same drug once he gets knocked up if he wants to live longer than 8-10 years.

As promised, here's some of the good stuff. Plan for more to come...pun intended. ______________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2 “Sons of the Scorpion, is everything at the ready?” intoned the Leader (as I had named the older guy in my head). I did my best not to giggle (talk about inappropriate laughter) at his oratorical tone as if he was a high priest or something, but a snicker escaped me. The Leader stopped and looked down at me. “Do not mock us,” he said in a harsher tone. “For soon you will be one of us.” I restrained further laughter and an eye roll with difficulty, but he seemed seriously peeved with me. And Mike unobtrusively nudged my right leg with his foot, which I took to be a warning. I’d play along with whatever weird game these guys were into, but it was hard to take them seriously with all this rigmarole. Sons of the Scorpion? If these guys were into astrology, then they were in for a rude shock. I was not a Scorpio – my birthday was in August, I was a Virgo. “Yes, all is ready Father,” intoned all the others, including Mike. “Is the novice you have brought before us fully prepared, Prefect? And is he truly a virgin?” “Yes he is, Father,” replied Mike. Wow, Mike had a title. “Then let us begin the initiation,” the Leader…oops, I mean “Father of the Sons of the Scorpion” intoned. “Acolytes, begin the Communion of Lust.” Exactly 10 guys stepped forward; all were on the short side (like me, probably no more than 5’8” or 5’9”), but every build from slightly chubby to swimmer’s to muscle-boy, smooth to lightly hairy and a mix of races. That diversity thing. They walked towards the platform; I recognized the first one to reach me, he had chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, I think his name was Aaron? I cudgeled my fuzzy brain for a clue as to how I knew that, and then I remembered: when I first came in, he’d been cuddled up with some guy and necking so deeply that it looked like they were trying to lick each others' tonsils. They stopped long enough for an introduction. One of his companions, a little blond muscle guy also approached, and they took the silk sheet off of me, and carefully folded it as if it were an American flag. They handed the silk sheet to the Lea…Father, and then returned to me, each taking one of my legs, putting them in the stirrups, and then bound them in place with more velvet rope. “Now, just a second here,” I shouted. The entire room went still and I saw Mike bury his face in his hands. “SILENCE!” roared the Father. “Look, Daddy Scorpion, I’m not one of your ‘sons’ so don’t take that tone with me.” “You are even less than one of my sons at the moment, so do not blaspheme in this space,” the Father said in a cold tone. “Continue the Communion,” he said. I heard a click, and felt a jar. I lifted my head, and a portion of the platform had been lowered. Aaron knelt before me, leaned forward, pressed his face into my ass and took a loud sniff, then exhaled sharply over my hole. I gasped at the feeling, and immediately my dick stirred. Next, he began to kiss my anus, teasing little touches that made me quiver and squirm. I’d never felt anything like it, never dreamed I could feel anything like it. Then he added his lips, his tongue, and I felt his tongue penetrate me. By now I was panting and fully erect. “Yes,” said the Father. “He will make an excellent acolyte, a true Brother in Lust” I wasn’t laughing now. Aaron stood, walked over to me, and kneeled over my face, flipped up the back of his loin cloth and pushed his ass over my nose. I tried to turn my head, but the Father knelt and held my head in place. At the same moment, I felt and heard another of the – what did he call them? – Acolytes, that’s it, repeating the routine that Aaron had initiated. “This is your initiation into our communion,” he said. “Do not resist, or there will be consequences.” Since I was tied up and in no position to argue, I decided I’d better not push this guy. He was seriously cray-cray, obviously, and I needed to cooperate so I’d get out of here in one piece. “Yes, inhale deeply the scent of a true Acolyte of the Scorpion.” I did as he told me. Actually, Aaron didn’t have a heck of a lot of scent. He was scrupulously clean, though there was a trace of musk. “My son Aiden, continue the ritual of communion. Initiate, you will now pay further tribute to my son: kiss his ass, the Omphalos of Pleasure.” I did as he asked, while Aaron squirmed above me, and pushed his firm, round butt against my mouth. “Lick it!” the Father ordered. “Abandon yourselves to the osculum infame, the obscene kiss. Do not be content with the lips of his asshole – bury your tongue inside of him.” Aaron whimpered with pleasure as I followed the orders I was given, humping on my tongue, and chanting “Ave libidinem” breathlessly. “Take him in your mouth,” the Father ordered, and Aaron leaned forward and closed his mouth over my aching dick. “Do not allow him to discharge, but take him to the edge.” Aaron was a world-class cocksucker. He had this way of licking with his tongue as his head bobbed up and down on me. I moaned, nearing climax, and Aaron immediately stopped. “Excellent, my son,” the Father praised him. “Bring the receptacle for his seed,” he ordered. What felt like a glass dish was placed on my chest. “Spill your cum into the dish, so that it may join with the others when the time has come,” I heard Father Scorpio say. I couldn’t tell if he meant me, but since my hands were otherwise occupied, I assumed he didn’t expect me to think myself to orgasm, though this was incredibly erotic as it turned out. Who would’ve thunk it? Aaron was rubbing his ass against my lips, pressing as hard as he could; from the sounds and his movements, I gathered that he was beating himself off and going to ejaculate into the dish. And then what would they do with it? Ugh, I hope they weren’t expecting me to drink it. I had a world-class gag reflex, and would likely vomit it back up. Aaron’s movements were getting more frantic, he was grunting and gyrating, and then I heard him moan, and felt his cum shoot on my chest, just beyond the dish. “Gather it up, do not lose a drop,” the Father ordered. “Place it in the receptacle.” I felt a sucking sensation and heard a wheeze, like a squeeze bottle. Aaron turned around and kissed me full on the mouth, then got down from the platform. The little stud muffin blond took his place kneeling over me, and yet another of the Acolytes was working on my ass. Each of the 10 Acolytes was called forward and repeated the ritual (what else could I call it) down to the letter, though most of them managed to hit the “receptacle.” After the final one finished, the glass dish was taken off my chest. Mike kneeled next to me. “How do you like your initiation?” he whispered against my ear. I just groaned in reply, glad it was over. My erection was painful; the only other time I’d been anywhere near as turned on was when one of high school BFs and I had experimented with a 69 position, sucking each other’s dicks. That was kid’s play compared to this, but at the time it felt so wild. “I will deposit the Acolytes’ seed in the initiate,” said the Father, and I raised my head as far as I could. He was kneeling between my legs, holding the dish, and what looked like a nasal syringe. He put it in the dish full of semen, and drew all of it in. With an evil grin, he inserted the nozzle in my ass. “Your first seed of the night,” he said. “No, not there,” I begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.” “You will do as I say,” he said, “including taking this holy, charged, seed. It is your first gift.” He pushed the bulb, and I felt the slippery stuff go inside of me. “Now, while it is fresh, Prefect, begin,” he declaimed. Mike kneeled over my face as had each of the acolytes, and took off his loin cloth. He pressed his asshole over my nose. Unlike the Acolytes, his butt was quite musky, the odor strong. I tried to turn away, but he crossed his ankles behind my head, and kept it in place. “Yes,” hissed the Father. “Inhale the scent of a true man, a true Son of the Scorpion. You will be his consort to do with as he pleases.” I could hardly breathe; he changed the angle slightly, and his ass was over my mouth. “Kiss him, lick him, worship he who will be your lover, your master. Do not hold back, you must experience ever scent, every taste, every touch. Ave libidinem!” he shouted. “Fratres, in cupiditate” answered all the others, including Mike, was pressing his ass hard against my mouth. I had no choice, I kissed his ass, then licked it, then inserted my tongue in his rectum. He jolted and moaned, reached back, and pulled my face into his butt. “Yes, Ave libidinem,” Mike chanted, and was answered by the assembly. The he released my held, and turned around. His dick looked immense; it was veiny and thick and twitching. Pre-cum drooled from the tip. I saw that on his right hip he had a tattoo – a scorpion superimposed over that odd symbol that was on the sheet that had covered me earlier. Mike brought the dripping head to my mouth, and I knew what was expected. I parted my lips, and he inserted his already hard dick in my mouth and began to thrust. Predictably, I began to choke, but he didn’t let up, kept pressing it on me. Tears ran down my face, and I was certain I would pass out or vomit. “Do not discharge in his mouth,” the Father intoned. Phew, I thought, as the hard dick was taken out of my mouth just in time. “Place it in his boy cunt, his hole. Breed him, bring him into the light of positivity and out of the darkness of negativity. Join your seed and his blood so that you may be one, and he will be one with us.” What! Bareback? Were these people crazy? “No,” I screamed. “Stop, please stop…” Mike released my legs, and took them over his shoulders, I tried to struggle, and the Father leaned down and slapped my face. “Do not resist. This is your place in our brotherhood. This is your place in the world from this moment forward, and you will revel in it.” Mike leaned forward to kiss away my tears, and whispered in my ear “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He kissed my lips, and I had a sudden stabbing memory of being in his bed, exchanging the same melting kisses. And somehow my erection hadn’t subsided, even though I was frightened. I wondered if they’d done something to make that happen – Viagra? Mike pulled back, and I saw him push down his rigid dick, and he began to push it against my anus. I flinched, but he held me in place. “Look at me, Darrell,” he said. His eyes were mesmerizing, sherry brown and the expression on his face was one of sheer bliss. He pushed past all resistance, and it felt as if a burning brand had been put inside of me. I whimpered again, and he stroked my dick and balls as he went in further and further, invading me, taking over all my senses. Finally, I felt his balls and pubic hair against my tender, depilated skin. Then he drew back, and pushed in again. It hurt, but now it felt like he was hitting a hot spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there. Again, and again, over and over, his thrusts growing stronger, and we both began to pant. It was as if no one else was there, time had stopped, and the only important thing was the sex that we were having. I realized that sex was too tame and pallid a word; this was a mating, I would be his, already was if I were to be honest. He seemed to sense the shift, or maybe it was because I was angling my hips towards him, joining in his rhythm. “Ave libidinem,” he said. “Say it with me.” And he leaned over, and began to lick my nipples, and then kiss and lick my neck and ears – my other hotspots. The words tore out of me, “Ave libidinem!” I screamed, over and over again. Distantly I could hear that everyone in the room had joined our chant, and then over it I heard a voice that sounded like mine shouting “Yes, fill me, breed me, don’t stop! Give me your cum, I want it! I need it!” Mike’s thrusts picked up in speed and force. He was ramming his dick against me, and I could hear him began to grunt with each thrust. The harder he fucked me, the closer I came to my own orgasm, and he hadn’t touched me after he had fully embedded his dick in my ass. Finally he slammed against me even harder and roared “Ave libidinem! He is mine!” He gave three final thrusts against me; I could feel his dick swell and spasm inside me, felt his warm sperm coating my insides and that pushed me over the edge. I began to come like a geyser, my own semen splashing in my face. Mike had collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his heartbeat still racing. We were both panting, the others were still chanting, but nothing but this man who had taken me and in the process given me such unbelievable pleasure really registered. He braced himself on his elbows, and kissed me ravenously. My Father in Lust untied my arms. He gave me a wicked grin, then commanded, “Again. Meld all the seed inside him, mix the DNA together and ensure that he receives the gift. Ave libidinem.”

So my Owner has told me He wants me to serve multiple Men that He is getting together for a party. He has warned me that this may fuck with my head afterwards and that i need to think about the ramifications before agreeing to it. i can’t imagine what these might be. Does anyone have any experience of this type of service and thoughts on what the psychological impact on me might be?

Part 1 Yeah, I knew I was gay. I was only 18, and still in high school, but I had fooled around with a few guys. This was early 1990’s. My experiences had been quick and anonymous at the adult bookstore. The first couple times I just let a guy suck me in the video booths, but after several sessions I also found myself on my knees, blowing guys. I had gotten fucked exactly twice and both times it had hurt and both sessions were totally safe as both guys used a condom. I was, at that time, the total surfer twink, at 5’ 10” and 170 pounds, dark blonde hair and surfer tan. I was also totally not out. And still coming to terms with the fact that I not only liked guys, but that I was definitely more interested in the pleasing side of things versus sitting back and being pleased. But the bookstore was really hit and miss, and I was somewhat picky. My usual target was white guys in their late 30’s or 40’s. And that was really all I liked. Guys my age didn’t interest me really. So there I was, 18 and about to graduate high school and sneaking off to the adult bookstore when I just couldn’t take it anymore and either getting sucked or sucking guys. And I could still count my gay sex experiences with both hands at that point. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mom, who by then was either at work or at her boyfriends place. I had a lot of time to myself. We lived in a big apartment complex and I had to walk past a couple of buildings to get to our place from the parking lot. It was during one of those walks from the parking lot that spring of my senior year that I met Tom. I had kind of noticed him, even though he was pretty new to the complex. One, I had to walk past his patio and front door and two, Tom was hot. He was maybe 40 (turned out to be 44) and tall, 6’ 2”, but he was thin. I doubt he weighed more than me at 170. His hair was graying and cut very short. Our neighborhood was not gay Mecca, so I figured he was straight, probably some guy getting divorced. Anyways, I was waking up the path after getting off of my after school job and it was just getting dark. I knew my mom wouldn’t be home, but that was fine and I was used to making myself dinner. I saw him ahead of time on his patio so I wasn’t spooked, but I was surprised when he raised a hand and called out "Hey there, neighbor. I was standing here hoping a young strong guy would walk by." Slightly unsure how to respond I gave a light laugh, whereupon he continued "My name is Tom. I just moved in here a few weeks ago and I bought a new TV and need to move the old one upstairs but it’s really a two man job. Any chance I could talk you into giving me a hand?” Like I said, I already thought the guy was hot and, well, he was wearing a rather revealing a v neck t-shirt and gym shorts. Besides, it just seemed polite to help so I finally replied "Hi nice to meet you Tom. I’m Chris. I just live down the way, and yeah, I can help.” Smiling, he replied "Great, thanks. Come around the front door and I’ll let you in.” I walked in and my naive gaydar went off a little, but then I asked myself 'What do you know?' What was clear, however, is that the house was far from being slobbish. His furniture was tasteful and several cool, well-mounted, framed black and white photos hung on the walls. The TV of which Tom had spoken was prominently located in the living room, positioned on the floor. The new TV was in the prime position on Tom's entertainment center. “I really appreciate this. I just want to get it into my play... into the other bedroom, the first one at the top.” Most of the units in our development were the say layout, so I knew the room of which he was speaking was, in my house, my bedroom, so I knew what to expect. Tom led the way, hefting up his end of the TV, and I took-up my end, and we rather clumsily made our way up the staircase. As we began the turn into the bedroom doorway Tom grunted "Let's put it on the long desk up against the wall, ok?” It wasn’t til we set it down that I looked around and realized the purpose of the room, and why Tom had initially begun to use the word 'playroom' in identifying the room. Now, my experiences might have been slight, and I had certainly never been in a room built just for sex, but I was in one now. A bed on one wall, with the big desk which contained a TV, a DVD player, and a VCR on the opposing wall. The third wall was all mirror closets. And in the corner was something that took a naive 18 year old a second to figure out: a sling. In the most remote corner I couldn't help but notice a camcorder on a tripod. I think he noticed my shock and offered a light joke "Well, doesn’t everyone have a sex room?” He paused and then added more quietly, “Well, every gay man anyway.” He stared right at me when he said that. And while I was 95 percent sure before he said that, I knew now I was standing in Tom’s gay sex room. “Do you like it?” he asked. My heart was beating 1000 miles an hour when I replied "I like it a lot.” He looked at me a long time. “Chris right? Chris, how um, how old are you?” “I just turned 18 in January,” I replied. This was totally different than a two minute blowjob in the dark. This guy was my neighbor. “Chris, I’m not the only gay man in the room right now am I?" he asked quietly. I shook my head. "I was just gonna make sure the TV works right. Want to watch a video with me?” I again just nodded. “One thing though, one of the few rules of my room, clothes are definitely not allowed.” With that he stripped down. Holy shit. He was naked in front of me, and half hard. And his cock was amazing. I nervously stripped down. I was hard as a rock and tried to hide it. He patted the bed and motioned me to sit. “Don’t ever hide that from me here Chris. This is a place where we celebrate man sex.” He grabbed a remote and hit play and settled back onto the bed next to me. I couldn’t help staring at him and he seemed to want me to. I was so nervous still but could feel myself starting to lose control. The nerves were fading into want. I had never been in a guy's place before like this and had never had sex outside the bookstores, where it was all about rushing through as quickly as one could. Tom seemed in no hurry. As I watched him wrap his hand around his thick cock and slowly stroke himself, I thought 'Whatever happens will be fine and it’s nothing you haven’t done before at the bookstore'. I had no idea. I was 18. No one had shown me yet. Tom would. I just didn’t know it yet.

I agree with the concept you're promoting, 100% - but once again, I think the terminology is a bit off. Polyamorous is already pretty well understood (or at least, becoming understood) as a loving relationship involving more than two people, not two people in a relationship who have outside partners where there's no "love" involved. At least as I understand the terms, these are what the terms mean: -Celibate - not having sexual interactions with anyone. Comes in voluntary (choosing to abstain from sex) and involuntary (can't get laid) variants. -Not committed - Sexually active at times, even often, but not with anyone considered a partner. Can range from one-night-stands to friends with benefits to fuckbuddies. -Monogamous - Sexually active in a relationship with one partner. Usually includes a love component, but one can be technically monogamous even if the love isn't present or has disappeared. -Polyamorous - Sexually active with a relationship with more than one regular partner. This comes in many varieties. There are poly relationships where all partners are equals and interact sexually and socially together. There are ones where there's a primary couple, and they may together or separately have other partners. There are further variants where, say, a man can have a husband (primary partner), a boyfriend (someone with whom he goes on dates but who isn't his primary), a daddy (someone who provides a mature or dominant influence outside of his primary partner), a slave, a pup, or any number of other types of interaction. But all of these are characterized by recognized relationship roles - even if they're not the standard "spouse+spouse" type of role. -Open relationship - Has a primary partner, but either or both of them can have sex with other people outside of the relationship, either separately or together. Unlike role names, this type of relationship is more characterized by rules agreed upon by both partners, even if it's "anything goes". Aside from "anything goes", the rules are more often restrictive (no sex with our mutual friends, no sex in our bedroom, etc.) but can sometimes be inclusive (only play with a third together, only play with guys we've approved). I think that covers all the kinds of relationships I can think of, in terms as broad and non-gender-specific as I can come up with. I'm open, of course, to adding other categories, but I think most things will end up fitting into one of these choices.

Chicago—August, 2021 Sometime in July, I received a text from my fuck buddy Zane to make sure I reserved a specific Saturday in the middle of August. The young scent pig and his two roommates were throwing another house party—the first since lockdown. I had loved the one I had attended in the past (related here) and promised to be there, once again offering my fuck bench and rimseat for use. On the day, I got to Chicago in good time. We set up the bench in the basement where there were two slings, a huge bed in the middle of the room and a couch for play. The main floor was food and drink—though the couches there, I remembered, were often pressed into service. There were two bedrooms on the next floor. I put the rimseat in the master bedroom and my overnight bag in the smaller bedroom where I would stay the night after the men were done having sex on the bed. There was also a third floor with a bed, a chair and one more sling. I helped with the ice and covering the furniture with drop cloths and the bed with older sheets. Eventually I went to nap while the three hosts continued to putter about and took turns cleaning themselves up. Zane found me in my leather mask on and ear plugs in place. He woke me by licking my pits…and kissing me. He couldn’t stop to play—but went down to greet the guests as I stripped down to my jock and put my boots back on… I go downstairs. Men, in the entryway are stripping to underwear or jocks—and a few are going full naked with just socks. In the kitchen area, men in fetish gear or the latest assless underwear are pouring drinks and catching up with each other. The age range is vast—28 to 72 I’m later told. And everyone is mingling, feeling each other up and laughing. I find Zane setting out food. He pauses and goes to the floor to suck my dick. He loves that all the men in the dining area are watching us, even as they keep up the chit-chat. He does nothing more than get me fully hard. “There,” he says, standing up and whispering in my ear. “That should show them what you got.” I kiss him, take a bottle of water and head upstairs. There are three people on the bed where I napped. A skinny, young white man is being fucked by an equally young Black man. The white kid’s face is under the ball sack of a middle aged white guy who is holding the kid’s legs in the air. I watch and stroke. The Black guy rolls the skinny guy over so he is on all fours—and the bottom can suck the older man. The older guy reaches over and strokes my cock for me. The top is delivering a hard fuck. The bottom eventually taps out and heads for the door, followed by the older guy. The Black kid goes to his knees and begins sucking my cock. “Fuck,” he says, under his breath. He pulls off me. “Will you fuck me?” I nod. He gets on all fours—right where the other guy had been. I go to my knees and push my face into his round ass. He groans as I lube up his hole. Even my tongue can tell this guy is tight. I try to leave extra spit in his pucker as I squirt extra lube on my cock. I stand. I start to push in. I’m not going anywhere. Again. My big helmet head pops in. The guy groans into the mattress. I inch forward. He moans again. I press into him, maybe another inch. His head snaps up as he arches his back. “Fuck it!” And he impales himself to the base of my dick. He howls—but in pure pleasure. All bets are off. I fuck him just as hard as I saw him plow the skinny guy. After five minutes or so he flattens to the mattress, pulling off of me. He spins around and cleans my dick before he says: “I’d love more—but you’d make me cum.” I agree—it’s the first few moments of a very long night, after all… * I find Zane in the basement, sucking a beer can thick cock on a hot daddy. He waves me over—and begins to suck both of us together—just about getting the two big heads in his mouth. Then he’s up on the fuck bench. Beer Can is in his mouth—I am eating his ass. He’s had someone there—I can tell. I lick and spit. Then stand and fuck—driving him slightly forward—and making him take more of Beer Can’s dick into his mouth. The daddies switch. Zane loves the taste of his ass on my cock. Beer Can loves that I have opened his hole for him—and says so. He fucks into the significantly younger man harder and harder. He suddenly howls out a surprise orgasm. He marinates for a second in Zane, then lets Zane clean his dick as I felch his load. And fuck in it. * Keshawn, my bud from Indy arrives—he of the huge cock and fuckable ass. We share a number of men in the Master bedroom. Sometimes we take turns on them. Other times, I fuck him as he is inside whoever takes his fancy. A lithe man I know from the fisting club in Chicago wanders in. He climbs on the bed and gets on all fours next to us—just as I am pulling out of Keshawn. I go right up him. Keshawn scrambles up to his head and feeds the guy his ass flavored dick. My bud slurps loudly on it, telling the room how good it tastes. Keshawn and I spend a very long time rotating on this guy. We take turns on him doggy. We flip him on his back. He rides Keshawn as I stand on the mattress and feed him my dick. We both love his control—how he can squeeze his ass down on our dicks at any given moment. And just as fast, other men have arrived and our dicks are being used by others…. * A young man, less than 30 and rather bookish looking, is standing to the side of the dog pile of bodies on the Master bed. He sees my yellow jock as I get up and tells me Zane has sent him to find me. He tells me sheepishly he has a load in his ass—and he wants to share it. I take him to the rimseat. He hesitates—but the moment he sits and feels my tongue start rooting around his puffy asslips, he is in heaven. I am rewarded with the steady drip of some unknown man’s cum into my mouth… * Much later. I am on the third floor and sitting in the chair so I can watch the action on the bed to one side and the fucking in the sling on the other. A Latino comes up the stairs. At first I think he’s quite young…but decide later that he is just well preserved. He acts as though we are the only two people in the room. He starts way down my legs and licks his way up to my cock that is resting in the jock pouch. But not for long. He gets the pouch wet—sucking all the precum and other men’s ass juices out of it. He gives my cock an exquisite tongue bath. And my balls. Each. Separately. And then to my favorite spot—between my balls and my cock ring. He only stops when he realizes he won’t get me to cum. Zane arrives. The sling is now empty. He has some loads for me to felch and play in. I eat and fuck in his cummy goodness. “I want to eat your ass,” he tells me. “Let me?” We change places in the sling. He is all over me. Licking my armpits and then to my mouth. Nipples. Fingertips. All feel his tongue. Then he zeros in on my tight hole. He grunts and slobbers. He comes to kiss me a couple of times, knowing I like the taste of my ass. One guy, seeing me in the sling, lubes up to fuck me. Instead of saying no, Zane simply slides his own butt down on the guy. This so surprises the man—he fucks a load into Zane’s hairy ass. It is that time—guys are dropping loads and leaving. I get Zane back into the sling and start working him over. Every time a man comes up the stairs, I make room for him. Sometimes it’s just a fuck of Zane. But more often than not, the guy thanks one of his hosts by giving him a load he’s been saving all evening. After four or five of these, my cock is just awash in the mixed cum. I felch. I snow ball. Another guy unloads in him as we kiss. He leaves—and the room is finally empty. I go back and clean up his hole—pushing stray strands of cum into him. I stand up. I fuck. His hole is a mass of jizz. It makes a delicious squishing sound with each thrust of my rampant cock. This is it. I can’t hold back. And I don’t want to. I grab the top cross pieces of the sling frame and hang on. I fire off the load I have been working on for four hours. I keep fucking to mix my load with the others. I marinate for a long time in the fucked out hole. Then slowly bring my frothy white cock to his open mouth… The original is here, with a 1000+ other entries: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/a-house-full-of-horny-men.html

We are working on a fantasy. We visit a nudist resort just another couple there for the sun and buns. Walking thru the nature trails we pass other couples and we stop and visit with a couple, I just happen to need to relive myself, my slave boi goes to his knees. I never miss a beat during the conversation with the couple. Boi takes a full load with out spilling a drop. We meet new friends and boi gets filled and let the fun begin when all the nudist find out we are a fun couple to be around.

I am “ok” with people following their prejudices if they as an “individual” are hiring someone to work in their home ( house cleaner, maid, butler, gardener, babysitter, or chief bottle washer) but as soon as you become a corporation (even an LLC and only have one employee) then the company looses all rights to follow the owners prejudices and need to be required to follow the law - “corporations” cannot have “religious beliefs” the owner of the company may have deeply and sincerely held religious beliefs that women supposed to be subservient to men, or that black people are sub human, or that gays are disgusting abominations and are going straight to hell - but the “corporation” can not base any HR policies based on those beliefs just like a restaurant or hotel is not allowed to turn a customer away just because they are black, a woman, or gay, no corporation should be allowed to turn away customers or deny benefits to employees based on the owners personal beliefs

I kid you not - every. single. effing. guy. who messaged me tonight while I’ve hosted has asked me how many loads I have. Every. Single. One. And only one of them actually fucked me. That’s it. I’m not answering the question anymore. These sons of bitches have abused the privilege to such an egregious degree that they no longer get to know. I am done catering to their fantasies.

Part 7 Ryan was slamming his cock deep into my throat with every thrust. After gagging a few times at first my excitement and need took control and I found myself easily and eagerly taking the full length of his thick cock balls deep with no problem. There was a continual pooling of his precum on my tongue which I swallowed readily savoring the taste. As I gave my mouth and throat to Ryan's dick I felt Kevin's tongue giving my asshole pleasure I didn't know was possible. Every so often he would slap one of my cheeks hard making me moan around my mouthful of cock. Ryan kept up a running thread of dirty talk which served to make me hornier and desiring to give them all the pleasure I could as they were giving me. “Yeah man that's it!”, Ryan grunted. “Suck that cock man. Take every fucking inch in your throat. I love feeding my cock to a horny newbie especially a married one finding out how hot man to man sex is. Helping him cheat on his wife and making him let go and surrender to his needs. You need cock in your mouth don't you dude? You need a hot sexy fucker eating out your cheating manhole right?” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and tilted my head up to look at him. “Isn't that right you hot sexy pig? You need it huh?” In a hoarse voice I answered him, “Yes, yes I need it. I don't know why but I need it so much!” Ryan grinned at me darkly and asked, “What else do you need daddy? What do you want more of?” I wasn't sure what he meant and told him so. He rubbed his oozing cockhead over my cheeks and chin and said, “You need more of the fuck smoke don't you? You need to feel it letting you let go of all the restraints and questions and just indulge yourself in every hot dirty desire in your mind. All the cock and cum and sucking and fucking you can enjoy with other men. Without her ever knowing. Right?” I was stroking Ryan's magnificent cock and moaning as Kevin drilled hungrily into my fuckhole. “Yes that's right”, I panted. “I need more smoke. I need more cock and mansex. More of all of it”. Suddenly I realized Kevin was no longer rimming my hole at the same moment I saw him standing next to Ryan in front of me holding the pipe and lighter in his hand. Ryan pulled me up to a standing position. “And you're going to get what you need man. Starting with more smoke.” Kevin put the stem between my lips and flicked the lighter underneath the bowl which started filling up with that sweet white smoke. “Three big hits buddy,” Ryan instructed me. “Take 3 big ass hits for us then we'll have some fun.” I began inhaling taking the thick smoke into my lungs and body and brain. Before I exhaled the first hit I could sense a growing need to do things with these 2 naked hot men that I would never have dreamed of just a week ago. And I welcomed the feeling. I was ready to go where it led. As I started to inhale my next hit I felt my hard-as-rock cock enveloped in a wet warmth and saw Ryan on his knees with my cock balls deep in his mouth. Damn that looked so fucking sexy, my cock between his lips. I continued inhaling the smoke and heard Kevin say, “Yeah he's a great cocksucker man. And he loves having his face full of cock. He sucks cock as good as he fucks ass,” He saw my eyes widen when he said that, reminding me that Ryan had fucked Kevin's ass earlier and I had eaten some of his cum from Kevin's hole. Kevin grinned. “Yeah man I love the way his cock feels pounding in and out of my ass, his balls slapping my asscheeks. And when he cums I can feel every spurt and every rope of his cum blasting into me. It's incredible man! Have you been fucked Justin?” I blew out an even bigger cloud than before and could feel what I can only describe as something like an electric current running throughout my body and in my head. “No. No,” I answered. “I'd never had sex with anyone besides my wife until last week. And I fucked him but no, I didn't get fucked.” “One more guy,” Kevin said holding the flame under the bowl again. I started drawing the drug into my mouth and lungs once again and heard Kevin say, “You don't know what you're missing buddy. It feels so so good having your cock buried deep inside another guy's tight hole and you know that after fucking the guy last week. But I'm telling you feeling a dick filling up your hole and fucking it til he cums is abso-fucking-lutely amazing!!” I blew out the cloud and looked at Kevin as his words drew me in. “Didn't it hurt when you got fucked the first time?” Deep inside my head, a small area maybe where the smoke hadn't taken complete control yet, I couldn't believe I was standing here naked with 2 naked men talking about getting fucked. But this thought was pretty deep and the smoke was obscuring it. Kevin kept his eyes on me as he sucked a lungful from the glass pipe. Not saying a word, when he lowered the pipe he leaned toward me and I automatically leaned toward him and felt his lips and tongue then felt the swirling smoke as he breathed it into my mouth. I hungrily sucked it in wanting more of the awesome feeling I was getting from each puff, each cloud. We broke our lip-lock and Kevin grinned and said, “Yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch! But not for long. And once the pleasure hits you forget all about any pain. The pain is worth it for how good it feels having a cock in your hole!” I was thrusting harder into Ryan's slurping talented throat conscious only of how good everything felt that he and Kevin and Drew had shown me so far. Could there be even more sweet pleasure doing more? “You're right it felt better than anything I've ever felt when I fucked his ass. And Drew obviously loved getting fucked. He kept begging for it”. A look crossed briefly over Kevin's face at the same time Ryan pulled off of my cock. I looked down at him and saw a mischievous smile on his full wet lips. “Drew? Is that the name of the guy you met last week and fucked and got high with?” “Yeah,” I answered. “It is. Do you guys know him?” Ryan stood up and gave me a deep kiss. Ending the kiss he grinned at me and said, “Oh yeah we know him all right. He's my cousin dude! And today has just gotten better for all of us!” (more on the way)

Amateur raw porn is the best especially when the top is poz. I’d love to be filmed taking poz cock…

Hey men. John here and this is my second time around on the site after taking some time disconnected. In Philadelphia which means a lot of old the old ways of thinking about sex and hooking up by my fellow Philadelphia peers who have to look like a certain person in order to play. I've been told it feels amazing in me, having my hole get all wet on its own, and have it stroke a cocks nut out. I crave those who love to fuck in another guys load already in me. If you need a cumdump I'll volunteer. And I love fucking in a cum hole. Exhibitionist to me means cams, videos, camera's, and in public are all permitted by me. So what if some one sees it? Everyone on this planet has sex at least once in their lifetime. So if someone sees you having sex. Do what I do and say to them... Do you have any recommendations or suggestions after watching? I'm always looking for a constructive critique. I'll apologize now for anything I say on a forum topic especially if it gets on your nerves. I can tell you when I read something that sounds like someone elite or privileged is complaining about something others hardly ever get to experience, or never will experience, well some responses may be cheeky and smart ass like, while other responses may be long enough to give you enough rope to pull your head outta your ass to look around. Cause we all need that sometime. Denying it is like denying you jerk off.

Fuck. That armpit. Fucking perfect. It's fucking wet. This is from when I bred my éS Accels. I fucked it and gave it a 180 shuv to nose blunt. Like a facial, but for skate shoes. I cleaned them up with my fingers, licked my nut off my hand, and started making them look like this: Not mine. I could never make a left shoe look that fucking hot.

Hey all, I've been on this site for about a year but dont post too much. Been super horny lately and figured i would put a few pictures of me up here. Also, im a 40 year old white male, been told often I am very handsome, average body, maybe a bit on the athletic side, 5'9, bisexual. Very experienced with women. Ive fucked alot of women over the years, and I have always been into anal, the filthier the better (ive turned so many women into anal sluts too). I have almost no experience when it comes to sex with men. My only triumph and real first time with a man happened a few weeks ago. I didn't know if i would like it or not, but I jerked off to alot of gay porn so I figured I must be into it on some level right? I dived right in and sucked his 9 inch thick cock like it was my last meal haha. I got so horny i nearly came in my pants. I wanted to swallow his load but i held back and figured ease into the next one. Plus I want to do alot more dirty things as soon as possible, but you know what, its alot more difficult than i thought to meet up and fuck. Weird, really. My cock is how I like to phrase it, "pathetically average" LoL Its not as bad as i make it seem. More than likely its on the larger side of average. But i do wish it were bigger. I dont worry about it though, because nobody has ever complained, and I use it like a pro. 😉 I will say that my balls get really full of cum and I have been told by every woman ive been with that my orgasms are the most intense they have ever seen on a man, as if I have extra testosterone or something LOL their words, not mine. I agree however because when I cum it feels like im having a double orgasm, it lasts alot longer than most men, i feel like i am going to pass out thats how intense the rush to my head is, AND I shoot what feels like an endless load of sperm. Makes for fantastic cream pies and good pussy and ass eating. Lastly, I dont know what I like sexually with men because of my limited experience, thats why I really want to meet one guy I can trust and gain experience with. I want to be a top and a bottom. Some days I feel like dominating, and breeding a bottom. Other times I have an overwhelming feeling to be on all 4s, cock hanging, asshole open, and have my ass eaten, and then mounted and fucked hard and filled with sperm. I want to suck cock after cock dry, and i want my ass oozing cum. So you see my dilemma. I need to experience all of it. Here are some pics. Enjoy. Trying to add better ones and a short video but it says too large. Ill try and resize and post later.

My porn crush is the one and only BOBBY BLAKE! It’s too bad he performed during the 90s and early 2000s, where condoms were a thing. I would have loved to watch him unload his balls in a twink’s stretched out hole.

Yeah.. on the ass cheek or under the balls...

that’s what some of us do before we accept that we aren’t regular cumdumps, but we are actually chasers. my boyfriend made me realize that by taking ALL loads and going to places where pigs go to fuck cumdumps I was already taking a lot more poz loads than I thought. also made me realize that I had to know poz guys were breeding me on the regular in bathhouses, porn theatres and cruising spots especially, where they were all anonymous breeders. no risk of an anonymous cumdump getting pissed at you for knocking us up cause we have no idea who you are, your name, your number, or in my case even what they look like. plus we are taking so many random loads it could be anyone. plus even though I hadn’t admitted it, I was often hoping the guy or guys fucking me were toxic. I even had guys that were secretly whoring me out exclusively to poz men but telling me the men were neg but I kinda suspected they were trying to get me pozzed. once men made me realize that I’m a chaser, I realized I was deluding myself thinking there was any chance I could stay neg being the community cumdumpster I am. he will figure it out sooner or later. better sooner so he can enjoy it.

I have been branded by my SmokeMaster after he smoked his cigar into my ass cheek.

I call myself a sex-addict and I think it's a pretty accurate description. Hunting for asses to fuck or cocks to get fucked by is literally all I do. Since the place I worked in had to close due to covid, my hunt isn't even interrupted by work any more. I have no interest in books, movies, series, games,.. I don't have any hobbies or interests besides sex. There are no social interactions that are not sexual in any way. The only social media I'm on are sites that are dedicated solely to sex, like this one. I exclusively have friends who I have sex with. When I'm out hunting I don't care about looks, age, body type, etc. I only care about having sex with as many holes, cocks, mouths as possible. And I fucking love it

I've got a chubby fuckboy I use regularly. He's only about 5ft 6in, he's hairy, round belly and big beefy ass with the deepest crack I've ever had. He's built like a little tank. I love to get on his back and slide my cock between his meaty cheeks, probing for his hole and when I find it I thrust into him up to my balls. He needs a real hard fucking so I pound him ruff. I love feeling my crotch and balls slamming against his big butt. Man I love creaming that chubby kid's ass.

I started fucking an being fucked in HS in 87, then through college, lived all over US. But really got into PNP in Los Angeles in the 2000’s , so was probably pozzed in LA. But was not tested until 2010, full blown AIDS. Know i infected a few guys that I know of! Started meds an now just see my Doctor once a yr. I have never regretted barebacking one bit. Always knew I would be poz, just when was the unkown. But never tested. Guys always say condoms, but full of shit...

Part 12 - Dreamy Days of Love Daniel and Jordan had settled on a quiet night alone but had agreed to dine with the group the following evening, this would be Steve and Callum's last night and Lucy along with Jordan's father and partner would arrive the day after. On their way back to the suite Daniel professed to Jordan that he needed a quiet night and was exhausted from all the swimming they had done. They walked holding hands Jordan looking at Daniel's content smile on his face fleetingly captures by the rays of the setting sun, he loved everything about him. What struck him most was how he was not hung up about the wealth of his family or became like some people who thought they were a cut above everyone else, he kissed him on the head. He was simply Daniel a person that turned his life upside and down in a wonderfully bizarre way. "What was that for?" Daniel asked with his dreamy smile. Jordan held his hand tighter "You should know by now". Daniel moved closer and sighed resting his head against Jordan's shoulder "I think I do". They arrived at the entrance to the terrace of their suite and rounded the pool on to the veranda Jordan spun Daniel around and kissed him deeply, Daniel in a trance wrapped his arms around Jordan's neck, totally in love they maintained their kiss until Anderson appeared in the lounge as if by magic. Daniel sat on the sofa and laid his head back watching Jordan ask Anderson to set dinner for the two of them on the veranda, Anderson nodded and went about his work. Dinner was just as they wanted it to be, quiet, understated yet still very romantic. The laid on the veranda sofa together kissing and enjoying each others company, a very private moment between the two of them. They walked back in to the suite and bedroom where Anderson had already turned down both sides of the bed, Daniel commented that there is no hiding anything from Anderson, pointing to both sides of the turned down bed. Jordan began to kiss Daniel on his neck as he unbuttoned the shirt Daniel was wearing and gently pushed it off his shoulders letting it fall to the floor. His kissing moved down to his chest and nipples as he tugged lightly on each one with his mouth, Daniel's head fell back and he moaned in pleasure feeling his shorts and underwear dropping around his ankles. He kicked them off and kissed Jordan on the mouth and began taking his shirt off, Daniel's mouth wandered down to Jordan's chest as he licked and kissed over the tattoos and gently took the left nipple in his mouth lightly sucking. Jordan's hand positioned around the back of Daniel's head holding him in place until he moved to the right nipple, Daniel's hands roamed over the muscled arms of Jordan then around his torso, as he sank lower on to his knees his hands unbuttoned Jordan's shorts exposing his underwear and the raging erection contained within. His fingers slipped inside the elastic banding of Jordan's underwear slowly pushing them down freeing the cock from it's confinement. Daniel's tongue circled around the head of Jordan's cock, his lips slipping over the exposed head until it disappeared into his mouth, gently he sucked and licked. Jordan had both hands behind Daniel's head as he looked up to the ceiling with a feeling desire, he felt the air around the head of his cock and Daniel's tongue worked down the shaft to his balls, licking and sucking on them as Jordan moaned and gasped in delight. Daniel began to work his way slowly back up the towards Jordan's neck using kisses and light bites, as hear neared the neck he tingled all over as Jordan's muscled arms wrapped around his body lifting him off the ground. Jordan kissed Daniel as he lifted and carried Daniel on to the bed, without releasing his hold he lowered Daniel gently down on to his back and his head sank in the pillows from Jordan's continued kissing. Daniel arched his back moaning in to Jordan's mouth as his cock was already pushing to be inside him. He let out another moan and grabbed around Jordan's neck harder thinking it would help ease the pain caused by the remnant of the early morning love making. The kissing was acting like a drug causing his hole to relax and gladly accept Jordan's cock as it slipped all the way in. The motion of Jordan's undulating hips connecting their bodies looked like perfectly crafted machinery, tuned to the right speed and intensity Jordan held Daniel and Daniel held Jordan. Connected via their mouths, cock and arse there was no prising the lovers apart, Daniel so lost in Jordan shut everything out around him. Daniel felt a biological urge for Jordan in his current romantic trance, Jordan continued the steady hypnotic rhythm in his hips. Jordan's body tensed and his hips slammed in hard up against Daniel who moaned in a height of sensuality, he felt Jordan penetrate him hard and deep as the cock pulsed inside his body, the flood of warmth spreading inside his arse and his lover planted his seed. The ceiling fan silently went about it's job blowing a refreshing breeze on to their naked bodies, still very much holding each other they rolled on their sides. Jordan's cock was still buried deep in Daniel, their kissing resumed and caressing each other all over their bodies they bonded falling deeper in love. Jordan still aroused flipped Daniel on his back as the finely tuned machine got to work again continuing their love making, a scene repeated over and over until 4am. Both exhausted wrapped in each others arms they kissed until sleep could no longer be held at bay. They were woken by the sounds of Anderson preparing breakfast on the veranda, Daniel looked at the bedside clock it was already 10am, his arse felt sore and he lost count of how many times they had made love. He looked at Jordan who was still sleepy then kissed him on the lips as he tried to extract himself the tangled arms but Jordan held firm and gave Daniel a deep kiss before releasing him. Daniel hopped off the bed and headed for a shower, Jordan was right behind him and turned the water temperature to cold to wake him up and give Daniel a startle which sure enough woke him up. No sooner were they out of the bedroom and on the veranda the room attendant popped in a changed the bed linen and tidied up. It was past 11am before they wandered down to the beach and found Nicky, Kit, Steve and Callum sitting at the waters edge chatting. Nicky looked up "We were wondering when you two might make an appearance". Callum never one for mixing words chipped in "I thought you were having a quiet night in?" everyone one chuckled. "Very funny, are we the brunt end of the jokes today?" Daniel didn't wait and dived in followed by Jordan. Nicky watched them before turning to the group "I think someone got worn out last night" they all laughed. "They certainly look knackered" Steve responded. Cael arrived with 6 fruit crushes just as Jordan and Daniel finished their swim, catching Jordan's eye he gave him a wink and big smile before disappearing back to the beach bar. "Does everyone know?" Jordan looked at them all. "Know what?" they all chimed in unison then laughed. Daniel threw his hands up laughing "Okay, so what we made love until we fell asleep". "Told you he was walking funny" Nicky said to the others "Good job Jordan" saluting him as everyone burst out laughing. Daniel felling totally embarrassed but at the same time wanting to shout his love for Jordan so everyone knew. The day seemed to float by, Daniel and Jordan fell asleep on their sunbeds and woke up when they were called by Kit at 5pm to join them for a drink. They hadn't decided on what to do for dinner so Daniel suggested Bajan at the Windward Palms, he noticed Steve and Callum look at each other realising they were probably alarmed as it wasn't cheap. He stood up telling them that this would be Salinger's treat as he walked over to the bar and spoke to Cael for 10 minutes, Daniel returned and Cael headed off towards the Windward Palms. It was a good 20 minutes before Cael returned and gave the thumbs up to Daniel, who in turn relayed for everyone to meet at 7.30 at the restaurant bar. As it was already just gone 6pm the group dispersed and headed off to their room and suites to get ready for dinner. Callum sat on the end of bed waiting for Steve to finish getting ready, his biggest decision was what shirt he should wear. Steve looked over at Callum "What's the matter Cal?" asking as his buttoned his shirt. Callum looked up "Sad we have to leave tomorrow, this has been the most amazing holiday". "It has been fabulous and so strange in some ways, but this place is way out of our budget" he rubbed Cal's head. Callum kissed his hand "We would have to save up for a few years I guess if we wanted to". "Danny has been so generous and I hope that he will keep in touch" Steve was standing at the door waiting. Callum stood to join him "I still can't believe we have dinner again with Nicky". Steve laughed "I am going to watch all her films when we get back". They left the room shortly before 7.30pm and walked across the pool terrace bumping into Nicky and Kit, walking together towards the Windward Palms they found a seat in the bar area and ordered a drink whilst waiting for Daniel and Jordan to arrive. They sat there chatting about many things but Steve wanted to ask her a burning question. "Nicky which one of the films did you really love doing?" Steve asked. She looked at him "hmmm, wasn't a film but I got really engrossed in Big Little Lies". Callum interrupted "Loved it and you had some pretty hot steamy bits in that" he giggled. Kit laughed "So you have seen her naked then" they all laughed trying to keep it quiet. Nicky looked at both of them "So boys, I know you don't owe us anything but can we assume discretion?". Kit spoke up "What ever goes on between us stays only within our group?". Steve and Callum looked at each other "Goes without saying Nicky, Kit. We have enjoyed your company" Steve replied. "Well I hope you will continue to enjoy so and become friends" Nicky smiled at them both. "Serious?" Callum sat up in his chair. "Absolutely, the fact that you kept Danny's identity from Jordan showed you are discreet" Nicky sipped her drink. Jordan and Daniel arrived shortly after 7.40pm apologising for the delay to which Nicky asked if they had been at it again, Daniel shook his head in disbelief before proclaiming he was no nymphomaniac laughing with the others. The Maître D came over and asked if they were ready and escorted the group out on to the terrace and down the steps on to the beach. There surrounded by flaming lanterns was a table for six set up with two waiters. Daniel smiled "I thought we would dine on the beach in private" as the others cooed. "Perfectly amazing" Jordan said and kissed Daniel. Dinner with the Bajan group as they now called themselves, was simply exquisite. The food was delicious, the wine well winey and the company exemplary. They sat listening to the surf gently lapping on shore, Steve and Callum both very emotional that this was their last night, Steve stood up and pinged his glass for silence. "Several toasts I think, firstly to friendship, trust and discretion the Bajan group". He continued "Secondly to Jordan and Danny on their new life" another sip "Third to Nicky and Kit for just being nice". He topped up all the glasses "Last to Danny his kindness allowed us to experience this" he waved his arm at the hotel. They created themselves a WhatsApp group so they could all keep in touch, as much as everyone enjoyed the evening it was tinged with the sadness that two of them would be leaving so quickly. Walking back to the hotel Callum told Jordan that their limo would leave at 3pm Jordan asked Daniel if they could do lunch, just the six of them at their suite before the boys left. He thought it would a great idea, Nicky and Kit said they would love to come but had to bring the kids but they would be fine in the pool. Daniel and Jordan arrived back in their suite, kissing as they undressed until both naked. Jordan lifted Daniel up and carried him to bed where they laid in each others arms until they both fell asleep.

Part 6 - Falling Victim He sat in the corner watching the crowd as he sipped on his bourbon and coke, carefully choosing the bar as he new it was Mario's favourite haunt. Sage put his drink down on the table spotting Mario standing by the bar, at 22 he was slender with short cropped dirty blond hair and tattoos adorned most of his upper torso. Mario had done three porn scenes with Jordan and Sage knew they had become kind of friends on a professional basis. This was his best hope for the moment of tracking Jordan down, plus he might get to knock the bitch up as he showed interest in him when they met once before. He was out to show Jordan he could destroy anything he touched or got close to. Mario spotted him sitting in the corner nursing his drink and made a beeline over to him. "Hi, Sage isn't it?" he smiled "I'm Mario one of Jordan's co-actors." Sage smirked "Yes I remember you, how could I forget you" he indicated for him to sit down. "Glad I caught up with you, have you seen Jordan only the studio are trying to get hold of him?" his eyes fixed on Sage's muscles. "I was just heading home hoping he is back, we had a little fight and he stormed off" he told Mario trying to look upset. Mario touched his arm "I am sure he will be back, do you mind if I ride with you I need to speak to him". Sage grabbed his hand "Not at all, come on it's a bit warm in here anyway". They left the bar and Sage drove home with Mario by his side, he asked why the studio wanted to get in touch. Mario replied that they want him for a couple of scenes with some new porn actors and were getting annoyed they couldn't contact him. They pulled up to the condo building basement and got in the lift up to the seventh floor. Sage opened the door to the apartment and let Mario enter first, locking the door as he closed it, his cock was already getting hard. He did a quick scan around calling out Jordan's name before telling Mario he didn't appear to be back yet. Sage took off his t-shirt revealing the bulging muscles as Mario stood there looking on enjoying the view, he new from Jordan telling him that sex with Sage was rough and intense. Mario liked a bit of wrestling but even he could see that Sage would destroy him. Sage was starring back at him and asked if he liked his muscles, he nodded and muttered the word wow as Sage moved towards him. He moved close enough telling Mario to touch them if he liked, Mario couldn't resist and complied immediately, squeezing the biceps and running his hands over them, he couldn't believe how rock hard they felt. Sage removed Mario's shirt as he continued roaming over the muscles, Sage grabbed him behind his neck and started to kiss him hard. Mario pushed away slightly "Sorry it's not going to happen I have a client in an hour" he said. "You like to get paid for having sex?" he responded, mocking Mario who was now being held tight in Sage's arms. Mario paused for a moment "Yes, I only do casual sex for money" he couldn't and somehow didn't want to escape those arms holding him. "That's okay I am going to pay you with one of the most memorable fucks you could ever wish for" he whispered in Mario's ear. Mario just couldn't help himself or deny the opportunity that presented itself on a platter, he kissed Sage and with a purpose and felt one hand cup low under his buttocks whilst the other clasped around his back. His body rose off the ground in a natural instinct Mario's legs wrapped themselves around his waist, he could feel Sage walking and opened his eyes whilst their lips still locked together his saw the lounge disappearing as they turned in to the hallway. Mario panicked knowing he was being taken to the bedroom, albeit he found Sage sexy this was not really suppose to happen. The hallway disappeared as they entered the bedroom, he saw the door closing behind them as Sage kicked it shut with his leg. The kissing intensified whilst he was still suspended in the air, he wanted to stop it desperately and get out but his arms wrapped themselves tighter around Sage's neck, his mouth full of his invading tongue as he slowly melted and succumbed. Mario felt his body lowering and unclasped his legs allowing him to stand up, one muscled arm kept Mario tight up to his body, he felt Sage's hand pulling his shorts and underwear down in a swift movement, Mario's instinct took over and went in to porn actor grabbing hold of Sage's now hard cock through his clothing, slowly he began pulling them down until they both stood naked. An evil grin appeared on Sage's face before he told Mario that he was going to get fucked like the whore he is. He grabbed Mario under the arms lifting him off the ground again and threw him with such force that he flew on to the bed, arms and legs flaying in the air as his back hit the bed. He had no time to recover as Sage had hold of his legs and twisted them around so quickly that his body followed until he was laying on his stomach. His legs were yanked back hard pulling him to the edge of the bed exposing his arse in the perfect position for breeding. Part of Mario was terrified at the brute force and dominance of Sage, the other part of him wanted to be fucked and abused by this wholesome stud. No time to think, no time to speak, no time to react as he felt the weight of Sage's body pinning him down on the bed. His body completely covered Mario, apart from the legs and arms sticking out from under Sage you would not have known someone was underneath. He tried to push his head up as far as it would go and muttered the word condom, Sage licked the side of Mario's face as he gasped feeling the cock positioning at the entrance to his hole with no protection. Sage licked the side of his face again and whispered he was his bitch and was about to be owned, Mario struggled underneath the weight of his body. He let out a loud gasp and cry as Sage pushed his cock hard and fast deep in to Mario's arse, he cried louder as the pain burnt through his arse as the cock tore it's way through with each rapid and hard deep thrust. Each one followed quickly leaving no time for his victim to adjust to the size or invasion, Mario buried his head against the sheet's and clawed at Sage's arms in protest. Every time he tried to let out a scream Sage would thrust in deeper then pound the arse weakening Mario's anal lining causing tears to open, he was gasping underneath Sage the groaning and moaning did nothing to calm the pain. Tears ran from the corner of his eyes as they stared ahead wide open from the pain that came in a relentless fashion. The clawing of the arms morphed in to a hold as his panic subsided, his eyes glazed over with a look of and completely forgetting that Sage wore no condom, his arse was now pushing up meeting the downward thrusts that were wrecking havoc inside him. Sage could feel his victim was now fucked into submission and moved to a more rhythmic fast motion, he felt his balls beginning to tingle as they slapped hard against Mario's arse. Sage moved his arm around the neck of Mario pulling his head closer to his as he was now ready to knock him up, Mario felt the cock inside him even more causing him to moan louder as it became even harder. The speed ramped up and Mario let out a loud gasped his arse felt like he was being stabbed from the inside, Sage reared up and thrusted down hard holding his hips up tight against Mario's arse. His cock jettisoning stream after stream of highly toxic venom inside his victim, his arm tightened around Mario's neck holding him as he roared loudly with each spasm shuddering through his body from the orgasm. His hips began piston fucking deeper in to Mario who was now moaning and gasping loudly mixed with cries of pain, he couldn't decide if it was pain or pleasure but he was intoxicated by his fucking. Sage's body began to relax and he licked the side of Mario's face again, this time he whispered the words 'You belong to me whore'. Mario turned his head and their mouths melted together in a deep kiss, Sage wriggled his arse grinding and mixing his seed deeper into Mario's arse, meticulously ensuring that it got in to every fissure that had opened up in his anal wall. Mario's head fell forward as he panted heavily, he could hear the squelching from deep in his arse he new what had just happened. Finally he felt the weight lift of his body as Sage got up and roughly extracted his cock, Mario let out a yelp and cry from the pain, he chuckled malevolently looking down at his blood covered cock. He strode over to Mario's pile of clothes and threw them at him indicating it was time for him to leave. His arse still burnt as he pulled his underwear and shorts on, then walked to the lounge to retrieve his shirt and trainers, before leaving the apartment he took a look towards the bedroom but Sage was already in the shower. He closed the door behind him as he left, it was a very uncomfortable walk to the bus stop, he felt like his arse has been turned inside out. He stood waiting for the bus back to downtown LA, cancelling his client as he knew he couldn't take any more cock tonight, the bus pulled up and he got on. As it pulled away he looked at the condo building, little did he realise then that this would become an all to familiar scene repeated time after time.

PART 5 Everything went into overdrive and I felt a surge of lust go through me like I had never experienced. And my was throbbing yes, but my hole was spasming and just felt so, so... hungry. Tom looked down at me, “You like poppers Chris?” “Fuck this is so... oh my god,” was all I could get out. “You should see the way your hole is just going crazy. It looks so sexy convulsing like that," he remarked with a smile. “Please lick it again. I want to feel it so bad. My butt, it’s just, holy shit, I never felt like this before,” I sputtered. My entire focus seemed to be on my hole. I knew my dick was hard, but I didn’t care. I just needed his attention on my hole again. “Chris, I can’t lick it now, I put that lube on and it doesn’t taste that good.” He edged closer to me and handed me the bottle again. I automatically did two deep breaths in each nostril. I was just flying now. And he came in and pointed his rock hard cock, with precum dripping from its head, and slowly began rubbing my exposed hole with his cockhead. And oh fuck it felt good. I ground my ass against his cock, bucking and teasing, but he just teased back. He was so good at it, driving me further and further over the edge. The thought that he didn’t have a condom on registered but he wasn’t fucking me, so I dismissed it immediately. Besides, it felt so fucking good. He seemed to sense when the poppers started to fade and urged me on again. “Three hits, Chris. Three hits in each nostril. Or else, no more hole-rubbing,” he whispered. I wasted no time hitting each nostril with three deep pulls from my new friend, this little brown bottle. He went back to work teasing my hole as I writhed and tried to stay still, when it felt so good that I just wanted more. He was so subtle that I barely felt him increasing the pressure against my hole. And his teasing got more pronounced,as he focused on the center of my hole. Slowly and surely, he increased the pressure and it was now impossible to deny the gentle burrowing of his cock. But it was okay. He wasn’t fucking me. My breath was coming out in sharp gasps by now and it all felt so good. When he said “Four times, Chris. Four big hits on each side. Do it. Do it my sexy little boy,” I immediately complied. And I was already so spun. And those last hits broke my final will. I didn’t even realize it had happened til after it had happened. It was like my body made the decision for me. About thirty seconds after those four hits on each side, with his firm pressure against my hole and his cock already burrowing into my opening, I literally heaved myself up and impaled myself onto his cock. The head popped through my ring and two inches of hard raw shaft followed. He held me firm. I didn’t take anymore cock in me, but he wasnt gonna let me back off either. I half screamed and half moaned. The burn of pain in my ass subsiding already. “There’s my little bottom boy. I knew you’d show yourself. Such a tight hole. A hungry tight hole,” he whispered. And he was now working more of his cock in, pushing me to take it but not trying to hurt me. “Hit the bottle again sexy. Hit those poppers and let that little hole relax,” he murmurred. I know I did hit the poppers over and over,but lost count of how much each time. And by now there was zero denying that he was fucking me. His cock was sliding in and out and he worked it deeper and deeper. Nothing had ever felt this good. Then I remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Tom, what about, what about condoms?” I got out between gasps. “I don’t have any sexy. Besides it feels so good like this. Skin to skin,” was his reply. And it did feel so good. And he was going even deeper and fucking me more aggressively and the poppers... I lost it. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Feels so good. So good. Big fucking cock so good,” I babbled. And then he was whispering in my ear, “Your hole is so hungry I can feel it, like you are pulling me inside you. I’m almost balls deep. You know what’s gonna happen when I am buried all the way inside you? I’m gonna cum. Deep up in you. And you are gonna let me aren’t you?” I was grunting and gave no sign of discouragement, but that wasn’t enough. He continued, “ Say it. Say it’s okay for me to cum inside you. I’m not gonna let you have it if you don’t ask for it.” I didn’t even think about it. I was facing a primal need that immediately rendered my decision. “Cum in me, Tom, I want you. Give my your load inside my ass," I managed to get out as he was so close to bottoming out in me. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I'm so close so close to filling your hole up with cum. Take it. Take that big dick. Earn that cum load,” he whispered. With a last hit if poppers, I finally blossomed and he sank that last bit into my boy hole. It hurt in that good way that instantly made me want to feel again again. He was delivering short hard strokes with the result he was balls-deep in my ass. "Oh fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you. Gonna fucking cum. Fucking fill you up. Yeah yeah FUCK YEAH, take that fucking load. Take that fucking hot cum. Oh, fuck,” he groaned in a deep voice. “Oh god. Oh god,” was all I could get out. Over and over. In the back of my brain I realized my torso was dripping with cum - a load I had blown, but which I somehow hadn't realized when I was actually cumming. The feeling of my hole being fucked so deeply had overwhelmed my orgasm. My cock hadn’t mattered compared to the ecstasy of my asshole. “Please stay in me,” I whispered. He looked down at me and announced "You are the sexiest boy I have ever fucked. I swear your hole NEEDED dick. And cum. It needed that too didn’t it sexy boy?” A s I started to come down, the alarms went off in my head. Holy fuck, this guy came in me. And it felt like he came a lot too. I had no idea if he was safe or anything. I slowly backed off his cock, which fell out of my hole with a plop. I was losing that fuck high quickly. How could I have lost control like this? Because he was so fucking sexy, I answered myself. And those poppers. It made me feel like I had to have his dick in me. My body needed it so bad it override my brain. I started to back off him and got up on very very shaky legs to find my clothes. I was a little embarrassed now that I had acted slutty and lost control and I had even asked him to cum in me. I asked him too! Apparently Tom could sense my developing freak and reassured me, “ Hey sexy, I know that was a lot at once. I am so happy I met you though. You are so hot. And I would love to do this again and again. It can be our secret, if you want. But I hope you want more. And the look in your eyes says you do.” By now I had my shorts and shirt on. I knew I had to ask. And I was so scared as I quietly asked “Tom, are you... are you safe?” He looked at me and patted the bed to sit down next to him, asking with a slight smile "Safe? What does that mean? Was I gentle not to hurt you? If that’s what you mean, yes. Or do you mean something else?” He was gonna make me say it. "Meaning HIV," came my whispered reply. “Chris, I want you to think about what we just did. Think about how much you liked it. How badly YOU wanted it to happen. How it just got better and better. Like you always dreamed man sex could be. And I have more to show you and more to share. And you will be back. Maybe in a day. Or a week. Or two. But you are gonna come back here for more man sex with me. And it’s going to be raw like now. And you will ask me to cum in you again. You will even beg. And to answer your question, yes I am HIV positive. And yes, you took a huge load of my cum.” His gentle smile never faded. I don’t remember my reply. It was all about getting out at that moment. I am sure I said goodbye as I left as quickly as I could. I stumbled on still rubbery legs to my place, extremely aware of the wetness in my hole and asscrack. His semen was slowly leaking out of me. I shut the door behind me and locked it, made it to my room and fell on my bed. My head was spinning. HIV positive cum was inside my ass. What was I gonna do? And then his speech at the end. As if I'd ever do that again! But as my thoughts continued to unfold for every ten fearful 'Oh fucks!', there was a long thought of the knowledge I had just had sex that was so amazing I didn’t even think it was possible. But there was no way I was ever doing it again. No way.

PART 2 I had no idea what to do. I was naked, seated on the edge of a stranger's bed, and we were watching a gay porn, a gay porn where a young guy was slobbering all over a guy's cock. My six inch cock was rock hard, but next to me was an almost rock hard man dick. I marveled at how such a thin guy had such a huge fat cock. It had to be at least eight and a half inches. As if sensing it, or maybe he was just staring at me staring at his cock, he commented "I like that you can’t stop looking at my cock. You must be hungry. Have you been with many guys?” I just figured honesty was best and I wasn’t exactly fooling anyone into thinking I was 'Mr. Experience', so I told the truth. "I've..., I've gone to a bookstore a few times and done stuff.” I was super embarrassed to admit it, but he looked at me and smiled, responding "Good for you. Bookstore booths can be hot. Did you just let guys suck you or has Chris learned to get his knees dirty?” "At first, I got sucked but I kind of like, I kind of like to suck more than get sucked.” There, I had admitted it. "And what about fucking? Anyone get that butt yet?” he asked. "I tried it twice. It was good, but it kind of hurts, and well, it seems like... condoms aren’t very slippery it feels like.” He looked at me thoughtfully and asked "So, each of the guys who fucked your ass used a condom? But not when you were sucking, right? I imagine you took each man's load in your mouth, didn’t you?” “I only tried fucking twice and yes, each guy used a condom. And yes, you're also right, when I suck I don’t ever use a condom. Oh, and yeah, the guys always just cum in my mouth. I don’t mind though.” There, I had admitted that too. I liked sucking cock and tasting cum. “Well Chris, I am proud of you for being so open with me and for going out and finding what you like. Do you want to know what I like and what I have done?” I nodded. “I've done most everything, I think, so if you have a question, just ask. But when it comes to fucking and sucking and having man sex, I like it all. But most of the time, I am the one getting sucked more than the one sucking. And most of the time I am the one licking a guy's asshole instead of him licking mine. And I am always the one, these days, that fills a hot manhole instead of having a cock deep up in me. And I have a secret trick for fucking that makes it real slippery and the bottoms always love it. In my book it's the only way to fuck. Can you guess what it is?” I shrugged, having no idea. "Well, let's put it this way: the problem with the way you’ve been fucking is that you used condoms. I never do.”

Chapter 3 I could feel that Mike’s cock hadn’t softened a bit. Maybe they’d given him Viagra, too? Without pulling out, he began to fuck me again, and this time I was able to put my arms around him as we kissed, and run my hands down his back, feel his ass muscles flexing as he drove inside me, urging him to thrust harder and faster. “You’re amazing,” I said in whisper. “No, you are. I knew you were the one, the minute I saw you,” Mike said. “Play with my balls, that’ll make me cum fast and hard.” I shivered with the intensity of our mutual desire, and felt a funny twinge behind my solar plexus. I worked my hand down between us, stroking and tickling his balls, reaching back to gently stroke his asshole, then teasing touches to the front of his dick as he pumped in and out of me. His huge, heavy balls began to tighten, and he started to drive his thrusts into me again. This time he covered my mouth with his, sticking his tongue inside my mouth to ravage me, just as his cock was ravaging my butt. He was still hitting that spot inside my butt, make me crave more and more of his hard cock, wanting more of his cum, no longer afraid. He broke off the kiss to shout to the room, “Ave libidinem, he is mine,” and like before, he gave three brutally hard thrusts, I felt his cock spasm, but this time my hands were free to grab his clenched butt and pull him so that his load would go deep inside of me. I came just as hard as I had a short while ago, and my response was driving Mike and his was driving me. He collapsed on top of me, again, his heart hammering. We shared a few lazy kisses, oblivious to the rest of the room, until the Father Scorpion said, “Show us the mixture, the blending of our charged seed and the Initiate’s blood.” Mike pulled out of me and I caught a glimpse of his cock, which was coated with a shiny, pinkish layer of what I assumed was his cum, the Acolyte’s cum and my blood. He stood and first showed his still rigid dick to our Father in Lust, who raised his fists and announced “The breeding has begun. Show your brothers the mixture of our contributions this night and the Initiate’s blood.” Mike turned towards our audience and was greeted by cheers and shouts of Ave libidinem and Fratres, in cupiditate. The Father commanded, “Initiate: prepare to clean his member with your mouth.” Member? Member of what? I didn’t get a chance to ask what that meant; Mike knelt over my face and brought his dick to my lips. I felt slightly queasy at the thought of licking and sucking his blood and semen covered cock, but I closed my eyes and thought about how this would please Mike. And judging from his gasps, he was more than pleased. Maybe he’d fuck me again when I was done. Once I’d finished, the Father directed “Now the rest of the Sons of the Scorpion will mate with the initiate, and mix our gifts and his blood. We will bring him into the light, he will burn with the flames of our lust!” I felt a pang of fear and looked to Mike. I opened my mouth, but before I could speak he said, “It’s our custom. All relationships are open within our brotherhood.” “But,” I started. “I’ll be right here. Just concentrate on me.” Then he moved closer and whispered, “It’ll get me really hot to watch you be fucked by my buddies.” I held on to that thought, that it would please Mike just as I had when I’d cleaned off his dick. First up was a tall, husky, muscular black guy. He had a build like a linebacker, and had already removed his loin cloth to reveal a huge dick, shorter than Mikes, but thicker. I gulped as he approached me, not sure what to expect. He kissed me, and murmured, “Mmmm…I can taste ass and balls and cum on your lips. Hot!” Then he pushed my legs to my chest, his head dipped and I felt his mouth on my anus. He was humming as he did it, thoroughly licking me clean, even driving his tongue up inside me. Then he was on his back, pulling my head down to suck his dick, pushing it into my throat until I gagged again. “Gotta train that throat,” he said, not letting up on the pressure. “Feels good to have your spit running down my dick.” Finally he let me go and I gasped for air and coughed. Then, he turned me around, put me on my hands and knees and shoved his dick inside me with one thrust. I screamed, and the room erupted into their chant as I was mercilessly pummeled by his immense dick and hard thrusts. Another guy – this one a smooth-skinned Latino sporting an even larger erection sat in front of me, his legs spread. “Suck me, don’t want to waste your mouth.” I moaned, then tried to take his dick in my mouth, but it was so think that I could barely manage the head. “Don’t want to suck me, is that it? Maybe you’ll like this better. Hey, Ike,” the Latino guy said, push him down when I’m in place.” The Latino guy turned on his stomach and positioned himself so that his ass was under my face. The Black guy, without stopping his thrusts pushed me flat, and made sure my face was buried in the Latino guys ass. He was more than musky – outright dirty – and I tried to pull my head away. “Get your face in there,” the Black guy growled. “You don’t suck dick, then you have to eat ass.” Forcing me to rim his brother seemed to push him over the edge; the Black guys thrusts seemed were violent now, as if he was trying to push me through the platform. Then he was howling “Ave libidinem, he has taken the first of my loads.” The first? I thought, horrified. He wouldn’t let up, kept fucking me until my ass throbbed. I thought Mike was amazing for shooting twice in a row. This guy came four or five times before he was ready to stop. Then the Latino guy flipped me on my back, raised my legs and drove into my already abused asshole. And another of his brothers – this one a smooth white guy with red hair and pubes – came to use my mouth for his pleasure. It went on for who knows how long; as soon as one guy had finished with my ass, the one who was at my mouth would fuck me, and another would take his place. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I counted ten guys, each of whom came at least twice in my ass. By then I was exhausted, and hoping that my initiation – more like a marathon trial by fire was over. “You have done well, my sons,” the Father said. I was lying at his feet, curled up on my side. “He is now prepared for the final stage of his initiation.” Oh, God. Now what? I heard a rustle of fabric and looked up to see him shed his black robe and his loincloth. His dick wasn’t the largest I’d seen that night, but it had that huge ring through the tip shaped like a horseshoe, but with large ball bearings on each end. I knew what was coming next...

Step-Dad Gets a Pig - Part 2 (thanks for the edits and the comment, Hotload84!) Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." There was a tiny cricket voice in the back of my head that spoke up then, pointing out that when your supposedly straight, self-proclaimed redneck step-dad calls you "faggot", a sudden rush of arousal is not the typical response - you should be feeling fear or anger. But whatever Bud had done to my ass was rapidly spreading fire through my body, and I couldn't think clearly at all. It also might have had something to do with Bud's monster cock, which I was just seeing for the first time in 6 years. It was thick, and veined, and slightly paler than the skin that was exposed to the sun, straight as a rod, and thick as the handle of a tennis racket. I was having trouble focusing my eyes, so while I could see markings on it, possibly tattoos, I couldn't tell what they were. Bud pulled my chin again, forcing my eyes off his cock and into his own penetrating icy blue gaze. "Eyes up, boy", he said, "you aren't ready for that yet." I think that the sounds that emerged from me at that point could best be described as a whimper - I'm not certain, since I'd never made such a primal animal sound before. He gripped my chin even tighter. "You do everything I say, right?" he said, "that was the agreement." Again, that cricket voice piped up again, but I was on fire and knew that if I didn't get his fingers, or cock, or even the fucking bedpost into my ass soon, I was going to lose it - so I stomped on that little cricket in my head, and nodded my affirmation. He stared at me for a second, gauging something, then spat in my face. I would have jerked back, except for his tight hold on my chin. He kept the grip on, and with his other hand, he wiped the saliva into my face, into my pores. "Good boy," he said, his voice grumbling low in a way that went straight to my burning hole, "you barely flinched. Now stay put and don't move a muscle." Not moving a muscle when your body is on fire with lust and a prime specimen of manhood is walking away from you, monster cock hanging free, is more complicated than it sounds. But Bud had told me to do it, and I had agreed to do everything he said, so I held it together as best I could. Bud came back into view quickly, which meant that he couldn't have stepped away much further than my dresser. He returned with some items that I recognized from the porn that I watched secretly, a couple of dildos of various sizes and a butt-plug, I think it was. He also had a little brown bottle filled with liquid, and a mirror with some powder and a straw. At the site of this (I'm not totally stupid and naive) the Ziploc sound and the now overwhelming feeling of burning lust clicked together. "Booty bump", I croaked out, and he grinned a little. "So, boy," he said, grinning, "you aren't as innocent as all that. That's going to make this so much fucking easier." He pulled the Ziploc out, and I could see it was half full of crystal shards and half full of powder. "This, boy," he said, gesturing at the bag, "is meth, also known as Tina, XTina, or T. I, personally, call it pig feed. You are currently feeling it's effects, since I made sure to coat my fingers pretty heavily in powder the last two times I shoved them into your hole. That means, boy, that you are currently flying - but it gets so much better." While he spoke, he took the smaller of the two dildos, and drizzled some lube on it. He started rubbing the lube in, and my cock, though curiously limp, started tingling like he was rubbing the lube into my own skin. He finished lubing it up, and set it down on the flat end. He then looked into my eyes, and whatever he saw there must have encouraged him, because he said, "Okay, faggot, let's get started giving you what you asked for." Bud pulled me from my horizontal position into a sitting up position on the bed. Luckily, this allowed me to lean back into the wall that was behind me. Bud grabbed my dangling legs and shoved them onto the bed, which tilted me back enough to leave my hole accessible. I was still, well, "flying" was the term Bud used, by reality was gripping me tighter with each passing second. I was starting to accurately gauge the situation, and just beginning to freak out - and even more alarming was the fact that I was so freaked out by the fact that I wasn't really that freaked out. Bud reached for something I hadn't noticed before, four leather straps. Two of these he gently placed on my ankles and two on my wrists. He then hooked my ankles to my wrists, right to right and left to left. "Just in case," he smirked. I tested the restraints, and discovered all I could do in them was lift my legs higher and wider apart, leaving my hole more exposed. Bud picked up the lubed dildo, and rubbed it gently on my hole. I made a little noise at the back of my throat. He took the dildo, opened the Ziploc and swirled it around inside. He pulled it out and in the morning light I could see tiny shards and powder stuck to the lube. He then put the head of the dildo just at the opening of my hole, and left it there. I almost lost it, so close and yet miles away. He then picked up the bottle, and shook it. "A little more persuasion," he said, "I'm going to place the mouth of this bottle under your right nostril and close your left. You are going to inhale until I tell you to stop, got it? Then we'll do the other nostril." I nodded, because I couldn't think of any other response. Bud twisted open the top of the bottle, breaking the plastic seal. He covered my left nostril, and the bottle went under the right. I tried inhaling, but the unfamiliar chemical odor had me shying away. Bud held firm, and said, "I told you to inhale, faggot - now do it, and keep doing it until I tell you to fucking stop!" His sharp command brought me to my senses and I started drawing in huge breaths of this chemical haze into my nostril. After three or four deep inhalations, he switched nostrils. At this point, another unfamiliar lusty feeling was creeping over me, and I calculated that it was coming from that little brown bottle. I started inhaling deeper and deeper, only stopping when he pulled away. I laid back to enjoy the new sense of warm euphoria creeping over me, but I could hear the chuckle in his voice as he put the lid back on the bottle. "I was right - you were born for this, boy". The problem now was the dildo. I knew that it was just grazing my hole, because I was becoming more and more aware of it's presence every second, but Bud was making no move to insert it. Instead, he reached down for the mirror, and picked up the straw. "This," he said, gesturing at the powder on the mirror and in the little bag, "this is quality shit that I got from one of those Mexican garbage men who do our neighborhood. Remember, boy, Mexicans know their quality shit when it comes to narcotics." There were four lines on the mirror. "Two for you and two for me, boy." Bud said, "I'm just going to show you how it's done." He took the short straw and ran it along one of the lines of powder, inhaling sharply and sucking it up through the straw into his nose. Then he demonstrated on another. Then he took the straw, shoved it up my right nostril, and held the mirror underneath. Now, normally I wouldn't have dare to try, but I was feeling horny and messed up from that little brown bottle, so I mimicked Bud and inhaled. The powder flew up my nose, burning my nostril, nasal passages and sinuses. Before I could think, Bud swapped nostrils and lines, and I repeated the action. Now totally spun, when he held the mirror to my lips and said, "Lick it clean, boy", I was frantic to get the last little particles of powder, because it felt so fucking good. "Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." Coming soon - part 3

Paying to Poz the Boyfriend Pt. 2 Tommy thought for a moment and then said, "are you crazy? i'm not gonna pay you $200 again to see if my bf will fuck you." "No worries," Alex replied, "I can make more money fucking a trick than trying to persuade your bf to take my cock anyways." Tommy still couldn't let go of the idea of having his bf get fucked by a poz dude, though, and reconsidered, "do you really think he'd go for it this time?" "I'm 90 percent sure he'd be a cum whore for my cock next time he sees me," Alex answered trying not to reveal that he had secretly fucked him on their first meeting. "If he doesn't go for it, I'll go ahead and fuck you so at least you get something for your money." "Um yeah .. that's not gonna happen. No offense or anything, but you're poz, and I won't hookup with poz guys," Tommy said. "Oh, it's cool. You prolly couldn't handle my cock drilling your ass anyways. Don't worry about it. It's all good," Alex replied, knowing that he was planting the seed of an idea into Tommy's head. "Besides, I don't usually bottom," Tommy added. "Not yet," Alex said winking, and revealing his irresistible charming grin. "By the way, I may be poz, but I'm undetectable, the odds of you catching hiv are almost impossible if I were to fuck you," Alex elaborated, knowing he was only telling half-truths. Tommy didn't expect this offer. And he tried to focus on his goal: getting his suspected cheating boyfriend fucked by a poz dude. "Well, just tell me how it goes. I'll give you the money. Go see him tonight, and then call me tomorrow and tell me if he takes the bait this time." "Okay," Alex agreed. Tommy didn't get a phone call for nearly two weeks. And, during this time, Alex fucked Eric close to 20 times, in every position imaginable. Eric even begged Alex to piss on him AND in him. Eric never asked about Alex's status; and was beyond excited every time Alex would see him. Tommy finally got a phone call. "We need to talk," Alex explained. "Can I come over?" Tommy answered, "dude, it's been two weeks. what the fuck?! i thought you stole my money." Alex replied, "I'll explain when I see you." Tommy had reluctantly agreed to let Alex visit. Upon arriving, Alex explained that he was in jail for solicitation of prostitution after trying to pick up a client. Tommy seemed oddly relieved and bought the entire story. Alex went on to explain that he saw Eric again, but that he wasn't able to persuade Eric again this time. Tommy seemed distressed. "Fuck man, I'm sure he's cheating on me. We haven't had sex in like two weeks; and he's always tired, and doesn't let me touch him or anything anymore." Alex tried not show any emotion, and instead made his offer, "Well, like I said, if Eric didn't go for it, I'd fuck you." Tommy had nearly forgotten that offer. Perhaps he should hook up with Alex, he reasoned, he wasn't getting any anyways now from his boyfriend and was so horny. He also recalled Alex's insistence he was not likely to catch anything. Moments later ... Tommy was on his back; and Alex held a leg in each hand while he piston fucked Tommy. Tommy moaned louder than anything Alex had ever heard. "Oh yeah, you like getting fucked raw, don't you?" Alex asked. "Unh .. Unhnn .." was all Tommy could say as his ass gladly accepted the cock that was punishing his hole. "I only wish your cock was as thick as Eric's. I love his thickness. But I still enjoy fucking your ass," Alex said as he continued his work. Tommy became lucid for a moment as he processed what was said, "wait, " he grunted in between thrusts, " how do you know about Eric's .. mmm .. fuck .... mmm .. Eric's cock?!" he could barely ask the sentence as he enjoyed the brutal fuck he was taking. Alex didn't answer directly, "And I love the way Eric's eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he gets fucked. He loves to take a cock." Tommy found himself confused, upset and very aroused at the same time. Alex picked up his pace and drilled Tommy even faster. "Uhh .. ughh.. " Tommy tried to reply, " fuck .. you mean you fucked Eric?! " Tommy smiled and slowed down his pace, sliding his cock nearly all the way out, and then back in again, "yeah, just like I'm fucking you. Well, almost. Eric loves ass to mouth. So, I'd alternate fucking his face, and then fucking his hole." "oh my god," Tommy said in both disbelief and intense arousal. Alex picked up his pace again. Tommy felt his climax building. All he could picture was Eric on his back getting fucked by Alex; and the jealousy accentuated the intense arousal he was already feeling. "I'm going to cum!" Tommy announced as he stroked his small and thin cock. "Me too!" Alex answered. "Take the cock that fucked your boyfriend. Take the cum that I put in your boyfriend's ass!!!" Alex shot his load deep inside Tommy as Tommy jetted out little drops of cum onto his belly. Tommy was slowly trying to catch his breath. Alex quickly dressed while Tommy was coming to his senses. "So.. why didn't you tell me. Hey, hang on a minute, I need to talk to you." Tommy urged as he saw Alex collect his things. "Sorry, I'm done working now. Gotta go see favorite little cum slut now. I'll tell Eric you say hi," Alex said as he made his exit.