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The only question I ask is: 'how many loads in you?' If they don't know.....who cares as long as the lube in their ass is anon cum. If they give a number...better. I now know they're indeed a cumdump that keeps track, a bit like me. I get extra horned, hearing a higher load number. I have a bit of an obsession fucking cumdump hole. I'm a numbers kind of pig and do keep a tally, in my head, of the higher loaded mankunts I've had the pleasure of breeding over the years. There's nothing better than unloading in a mankunt full of anon loads.

Chapter 19 The Kid was still on his knees servicing guys that walked up to him. One had the Kid’s head and was roughly skull fucking him. The Kid was gaging on the rough throat fucking he was getting. One of the other guys that had been using the Kid’s mouth said “ Wait a minute, stand up Kid “. When the Kid stood up the guy that was in his mouth bent him back over and started the throat fucking again. In this position he was able to get more of the cock down the Kid’s throat and the Guy’s nuts were banging on his chin. The guy behind him aimed his cock at the Kid’s very pink and bruised hole and rammed up inside him, The Kid screamed around the cock in his mouth but all that could be heard was a muffled sound. It felt like a pole stabbing his very core. The two guys went to work assaulting the Kid at both ends. If it wasn’t for all the Chems he had up him it would have felt like a very painful brutal attack, but, in this case something dark and twisted inside him was enjoying it. Parts of his insides and soul were alive like never before. He knew he would feel this for a few days and hoped the excitement would last forever. Both these guys were sadistic and wanted to make sure the youngster was ruined for vanilla sex. Little did they know he was already past that point before he came to this park. He had hoped he would get to fuck some ass tonight, but it looked like it was his ass that was getting all the fucking. He was alright with that since he did get his nut earlier and now that craving in his ass was in control and would not be denied. Both guys stared breathing hard and grunting as they plowed the Kid at both ends. They didn’t have the rhythm as the guys earlier, in this case it was more chaotic and vicious. Each guy was only interested in his pleasure. The Guy in front of the Kid moaned and cut loose a strong and overdue climax. His orgasm lasted a short time, but the Kid thought it was forever because he couldn’t get a breath and was concerned he might suffocate. He was gasping when the guy behind him said “ Oh yeah, take it you little fag “ and started pumping furiously in the Kid’s tender cum chute. The Kid could feel the strong throbs as the guy unloaded in his ass. In between gasps and panting like a bitch dog in heat, the Kid was whimpering and saying “ Oh yes. Every drop, knock me up, please make it hurt more”. The Kid was now into the sadistic side of gay sex and wanted to experience everything. The Guy finished unloading in the Kid’s loose and sloppy hole and pulled out. He slapped the Kid’s as and got rewarded with a loud yelp. Not to pass up on an opportunity, the guy delivered a couple stronger slaps on the Kid’s ass cheeks. His hand imprint was clearly visible, and the Kids ass was stinging. The guy moved to the side and another guy put his cock in the Kid’s ass. It was a very welcome feeling, It wasn’t that big but it did help with the itch in the Kid’s backside. The Kid was concentrating on the good feeling and forgot about the When the guy bottomed out and his groin hit the Kid’s butt cheeks, the stinging on his butt cheeks reminded him of the swats he had received. The Guy was also gyrating against the Kids cheeks. His course hair was rubbing the tender shin of the freshly spanked ass causing some discomfort. The Kid couldn’t do much but stay there and take it. Another guy came to the Kid’s head and forced his limp cock in the Kid’s mouth. This cock tasted nasty and dirty. The Kid was trying to get past the taste when he looked up and saw the guy that had rages on and looked like he hadn’t showered in a long time. He smelled terrible. He had heard that homeless guys roamed around here but never saw one until now. The Guy’s cock started to grow and the guy said “ Cummon punk. Get daddies cock hard so he can knock you up “. The Guy was talking to the one behind him like he knew him. The Kid realized that the one behind him might have been a homeless guy also. The guy was obviously enjoying what the Kid was doing. The Kid did what he was told, and the guy stared squirting his cum in the Kid’s mouth and throat. It tasted salty and not verry good, the Kid wasn’t sure why. He realized that the guy had a mix of cum and piss he was putting in the Kid’s throat and making him swallow all of it. The guy behind him stared shaking and then the Kid felt those familiar throbs of a cock exploding in his ass. The homeless guy up his ass said “ I haven’t shot in a young cunt like this one for a while “. The one that just came in his mouth said “ you need to come to the encampment, let all the Guys enjoy this. I know a couple women that would enjoy you also “.

Same set-up, but this time it was him bent over the massage table being a total bottom boi, even used a cock sheaf on his hole to stretch him open more. Hadn't cum in a week, such a relief unloading my balls deep in him. Then he sucked my dick clean as I played with his nipples and he sprayed his load all over the floor.

It began, as so many encounters do, online. I had been asked to travel for work to another city in my state. It isn't very far from my own city - about an hour - but traffic sucks and the drive can be a nightmare. My boss was open to footing the bill, so I figured I would take advantage of having a free hotel room for a few nights. About a week ahead of time I went on BBRT and set up a local party in the new city (I did the same on Sniffies and specified that condoms would not be allowed). Now, as a big chubby guy I accept that I'm not everyone's cup of tea. I also know that not everyone on BBRT looks at the local parties list. So, a few days before my trip I began browsing all the guys at my destination. I had three criteria: they had to be a top (or versatile top), they had to include chubs in their "into" list, and they had to have been online in the past week. I craft a message to let them know I'm coming to town and hosting, then I send that note as a canned message to everyone who meets my criteria. Over the years I've reached out to dozens - hundreds - of guys. Percentage-wise my hit rate is barely into the double digits, if that. But it doesn't take a whole lot of time, and every additional guy I can get to come out is an additional load for my hungry holes. Naturally, I took the same approach while getting ready for this trip. Scrolling through page after page I would Oink and then send the canned message to every top who was into chubs and had been online in the past week. I sent messages to negative guys, and negative guys on PrEP, and undetectable guys. I don't discriminate against anyone who wants to pump a load into my hole. Then I came across his profile: A big, gorgeous cock front and center in his profile pic. So I looked inside. Was he a top? Yes. Was he into chubs? Yes! Had he been online in the past week? Why, he was online right now! Without another thought I hit the Oink button. And that's when I saw it: He had set 'Your status' to 'Don't Care' and his own status simply said 'Positive'. I felt my hole twitch involuntarily and my cock got slightly hard as I read the words. My brain froze momentarily as I wrestled with whether to send him a message. My profile says that I'm negative and on PrEP, but I lied. Negative yes, but PrEP? Never! Before I had a chance to decide, my messages lit up. It was him! He thanked me for the oink and told me that I had just the kind of ass he loved to breed. My hole twitched again and my cock got a little harder. As it turned out, he lived further from my destination than he did from my own city. He had chosen the other city as home because he frequented it for work. I'm in a situation where I am caring for my elderly father in my home, so no way can I host. But this guy could. He was checking all my boxes but that one word in his profile made me hesitate for some reason - even though I was obviously turned on by it! I explained to him that I was going to be traveling on business, figuring that might give me an out and let me delay long enough to get comfortable with the idea of meeting him - and being bred by him. And, as it turned out, he did not have plans to be in my destination city while I was staying there. Just as I thought I might be off the hook, he hit me with, "Come over tonight." My breath caught in my throat. My cock was at full attention now. But my father - I couldn't leave him alone. Before I even realized what I was doing, I had texted my home healthcare worker to see if he was free for the evening. He was. I had to have that gorgeous cock inside me regardless of his status! But there was no denying it. My hole thirsted for his poz load as much as it hungered for his cock. So, finally I messaged back. "Tonight works. What time?" We agreed that I would get to his house around 7 o'clock. It was about a 45-minute drive and I had an hour and a half. Perfect. I started by slamming a shot of whiskey to calm my nerves. Without it I might not even have gotten into the shower! I went into my room and closed the door. Taking my brown bottle from my nightstand drawer, I took two mighty huffs. My head spun and I had to steady myself for a moment, but at least now I had the nerve to get ready. In the blink of an eye I was showered, cleaned out, and dressed. The home healthcare worker arrived right on time, and at 6:15 I left the house - to get knocked up. The realization crashed over me like a tsunami and I had to steady myself for a moment against the car. I pulled a small flask from my jacket pocket and took a hit. Not enough to impair my driving, to be sure. It was such a small sip that the effect may have been more a placebo than anything. But it worked, and in a few short minutes I had left my driveway and pointed my car toward his place. I arrived in his driveway at the stroke of 7:00. I took another swig from my flask and hit the brown bottle a few more times before I stepped out and walked up to his door. The guy who answered was good-looking, tall and blond with a clean-shaven face. I guessed him to be in his mid-40s. He wore grey gym shorts and a t-shirt. "Come on in," he said with a grin. Nervously I stepped through the door and he closed it behind me. No sooner had it latched than he leaned in and kissed me. "Nervous, I see," he said. He had either smelled or tasted the alcohol on my breath. "Yeah," I admitted sheepishly. "I don't blame you," he responded. "But you're on PrEP, so the chances of you getting it are pretty low." If only he knew, I thought. Then, out loud, I asked him, "Where to?" "Follow me," he replied, and led me to a bedroom at the back of the house. There was a TV mounted on the wall and on it a video of guys fucking bareback. The top had a biohazard symbol tattooed on his hip. Below the TV was a low dresser. On it were various toys, bottles of lube, and little brown bottles too. I spied my all-time favorite, which I could never find in the stores I went to. I immediately picked it up and took a long huff. "Better?" he asked with a chuckle. A wave of relaxation washed over me. "Oh yeah." I replied. To show him just how much better, I took off my shirt and unbuckled my pants. "A man of action," he said, grinning. "My kinda guy." With that he peeled off his t-shirt before dropping his shorts to the floor. He was commando underneath and his beautiful cock sprang upward, standing at attention as he straightened. I was transfixed. As best I could judge he was almost 9 inches long and very thick - maybe 6 inches around. It was a rare occasion that I took something that large, though I was confident I could handle it. With some more hits from the little brown bottle, of course. I dropped my own pants - I was also commando underneath - and dropped to my knees. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and flicked at the underside with my tongue. He moaned quietly as a drop of precum dribbled onto my tongue. Encouraged, I took another hit from the brown bottle with his tip still in my mouth. As the effects kicked in I slid my head down his shaft toward his stomach, until I had engulfed his entire length with my throat. Alas, his thickness prevented me from being able to tickle his balls with my tongue the way I like. "Fuck!" he muttered. He obviously approved of my oral talents. I slid my throat back and forth for a few moments until I could no longer breathe. I moved backward and his saliva-covered cock sprung free. Without a word he grabbed me under my arms and lifted me from the floor. "This is gonna happen quick," he growled. He pushed me onto the bed, placing my now cock-starved hole at just the right height. Grabbing a bottle of lube from the dresser behind him, he squeezed a drop into his hand and massaged it onto my pucker, slipping two fingers inside for good measure. He worked them in and out a few times, opening me up for the assault I was about to undergo. The tip of his cock pressed on my finger. Well-lubed with liquor and poppers and - well, lube - it opened greedily to admit him. With one fluid motion he slid easily inside me until he was buried to the hilt. I could not recall in that moment the last time my ass was so full of cock. I loved it! Hearing no objections from me, he placed my calves on his pecs, grabbed my legs and began pounding. He held nothing back. "I've wanted this ass since the moment I laid eyes on it," he snarled as he impaled me over and over. In between grunts of pleasure I managed to reply, "I can say the same about that cock." He lasted considerably longer than I expected. Not that I was complaining - I'd have gladly lay like that all night while he stretched my hole over and over. But alas, at last his thrusts eased and he looked me in the eyes. "Where do you want my load?" he asked. My head was swimming. I had been overcome with lust. There was only one answer - the natural answer. "Cum in my ass!" I moaned. His massive cock began twerking inside my hole as it spilled a huge load of cum deep in my guts. Instinctively I squeezed tight around him so I could feel the pulses better, but also ensure that hot, toxic load stayed inside me when he finally slipped out. And slip out he did. But he wasn't done with me. He walked around to the side of the bed and motioned to his still-erect cock. "Clean it off," he ordered. I was in no state of mind to refuse - not that I ever refuse when a top wants to go from my ass to my mouth - so I leaned over and took that glorious shaft balls-deep in my mouth again. My tongue slithered around it, making sure to completely clean it of all the ass juices, lube and cum that had accumulated. At last he stepped back and withdrew from my mouth. "That - was - amazing," he panted. "Fuck yeah it was," I replied with a grin. Any nerves I had felt about his status before had melted away. His toxic load was now brewing deep inside me. "Stay the night?" he asked. "I can go a few more rounds with a little break in between." I looked at the clock. Not quite a half hour had elapsed since I walked through his door, and already I was incubating his DNA. "I have some time," I said. He climbed on the bed and we cuddled as we watched the porn on the TV. Poz top after poz top bred bottom after bottom. Most of the bottoms begged for it, and the tops were equally verbal. The dialog was a huge turn-on for me, and I was about to reach for his stiffening cock when he said, "Roll over." I did as I was told, rolling over onto my stomach to expose my freshly fucked - and pozzed - hole. In a flash he was balls-deep inside me again, piledriving me into the mattress. At this angle his cock hit my prostate just right, and I felt the precum running from my own cock as his relentlessly pounded my hole. Taking a cue from the movie I moaned, "Fuck yeah! Give me that poz load!" "You want my toxic cum in your slutty hole?" he responded. "Fuck yeah, give it to me!" My little experiment worked. Soon his cock stiffened inside my ass and once again I felt the telltale pulses that told me I was taking another poz load from him. He let out a gasp as he collapsed on my back. We lay like that for a while before he rolled off of me and onto his back on the bed beside me. Needing no instruction this time I slid down and took his softening cock in my mouth, once again giving it a thorough cleaning. By now another hour had elapsed. I needed to get home to relieve the healthcare worker. I slid off the bed, careful not to let any of his precious seed drip from my hole. As he watched me, he said, "Take one of the plugs from the dresser. Keep my DNA in you all night. You can return it when you come back for Round 2 tomorrow." I think I surprised him when I selected one of the larger ones and slid it easily into my cum-filled hole. I got dressed and he saw me to the door. "Same time tomorrow," he said. "We've started you down the path, gotta make sure it sticks." I tentatively agreed - after all, my availability depended on the home healthcare worker - said good-bye and made the long drive home. The plug shifted inside my ass each time I made a turn or drove over a bump. By the time I got home it was all I could do not to rush my father's sitter out the door so I could go into my bathroom and jerk off. Wouldn't you know, the home healthcare worker was available the next night! I hurriedly packed for my trip after work and once again headed over to take more toxic cum. Another seventeen guys took their turns in my holes over the next few nights - my best showing of any business trip - and not one had any inkling that I had been taking poz loads for two days before I arrived. I visited my new friend several more times over the following weeks, and each time he bred me two or three times before sending me home. I just got back from the doctor and he will be happy to hear that it did 'stick', to use his words. I am now part of the brotherhood.

I paused so he lifted his right arm and instinctively I licked his pit. “I want your DNA inside me, your masculine cum”. He didn’t say anything but lifted his left arm and I licked every bit of sweat. “I want you to make me pregnant”. He told me to sniff the poppers and his chest. I inhaled the musk and poppers deeply. “I NEED to get pregnant”. He replied “good boy” and started to lick my hole. His tongue went deep inside me causing such a rush. The feeling was intense. He stood up with me at his feet looking up at his mighty weapon. “You want this inside you” he asked unscrewing the poppers. “Please sir, raw sir”. I sniffed deep his chest and poppers intoxicating. “You ready to be my dumb twink cumbucket, too stupid to ask my status?”. With that I flipped round with my smooth twink ass in the air. “Fill me daddy, make me yours, make me pregnant”. He didn’t need a second invitation. With that he slid into my hole, slowly at first to let me get used to his size then he picked up the pace pumping hard for a bit. I moaned so much at the pleasure such a muscular hairy alpha breeding me. He slowed down and asked “you like this meaty cock inside you?”. I replied “I love it, finally a real man inside me, you’re the biggest I’ve had”. He let me sniff the poppers and said “so you like this poz cock inside you, filling you?”. I moaned “yes daddy, breed me daddy, fill me daddy”. He replied mockingly “aww, should I pull out, save you from conversion?” I begged “no daddy, fill me, breed me, POZ ME SIR”. He picked up the pace, pumping harder and harder. “What do you want?” he growled. “Your poz cum, your DNA, your seed inside me”. I could feel his cock swell inside me and I knew it was the point of no return “infect me sir”. He exploded, growling and releasing rope after rope of poz cum inside me. The impact made me cum hands free for the first time ever. “Thank you sir!” He replied “welcome lad, you’ll always remember the today, my alpha seed inside you”. I thanked him for making me a man.

The top. He's young, maybe 18 or 19. Slim, fair skin with mousey brown hair cut fairly short in a college boy style. His pink nipples look dark against the pale skin of his taught chest. His cock is about six inches, fairly slim and uncut. He's fully erect and the head has revealed itself fully. It points skyward. At the base is a sparse mess of fair public hair which only lightly covers his scrotum. I noticed as he undressed and bent down to remove his jeans from a pair of smooth pale legs that he had a taught well formed arse. He's standing now looking at me and his eyes drop to look at my cock several times. He is shivering slightly. Partly in apprehension at his first time being with a man and also because he knows my status. The bottom. I feel nervous and slightly ashamed as I take my clothes off infront of this man. I've never been with another man before. I've desired to, often, but never had the courage before. However my desire for sex had become overwhelming this summer. I'd always known I was gay but, was always too scared and too shy to ever pursue anything further. Now, here I am in front of this fully grown man. Naked I feel very vulnerable, apprehensive, scared even but more than anything turned on. He is alot older than me. Forty, maybe even fifty. His hair is cropped and he has a short dark beard. I can't stop looking at his hard cock. I've never seen another man's cock fully erect in person. I saw loads in the boys changing room at school but they weren't hard. A few times other boys caught me looking at them. They would whisper and snigger when they caught me looking and I was always embarrassed and leave the changing room as quickly as possible. I've seen hard cocks on the porn sites and dreamt of touch one, tasting one, filling my mouth and tasting cum. I'd dreamt of having a guy fucking me until he came inside me but, they'd only been dreams and desires. Now here I was actually infront of a man with a huge hard cock. It was hard for me. I want it desperately. I know he is positive. Its what attracted me to his profile. He told me the first time we chatted on the site he was detectable. I want it. I don't know why but, feel I need it. I won't be complete without it. The top. I move forward and put my hands on his shoulders pulling him toward me. His skin is warm and soft. He's compliant and let's me take control. I move my mouth towards his and we kiss. His lips are soft like a woman's. I push my tongue into his mouth and taste him and he reciprocates by pushing his tongue into mine. I can feel his young cock prodding my stomach and mine leaking precum on him. The bottom. He reaches for me and pulls me towards him. We kiss I've never kissed anyone like this before, it feels wonderful. His hands are slipping down my back now towards my arse. He has large hands and it feels like they cover my cheeks completely as he pulls me towards him. I can feel his cock pressing against my belly and wetness dripping from him. I reach for his arse and pull him towards me. I want him to take me, fuck me, breed me with his seed, make me whole. The top. I pull him towards me, my palms on his arse. He feels good. My tongue is still exploring his mouth and now I pull apart his buttocks a slide my right hand down the crack of his arse, feeling for his virgin hole. The bottom. He's touching my hole. It feels so good, so intimate. I reach for his cock. I can barely get my hand round it. I feel the end and his precum. Feeling the warm wet fluid of another man feels so good. I cup his large balls in my hand. There full of his seed, the seed that will soon be in my body. The top. His hole is so tight. I remove my hand and wet the middle finger with saliva and place it back at his hole. His hands are caressing my cock and balls and as I insert my finger into him he sqeezes my cock tightly and sighs. The bottom. OMG he's inside me. His finger probing my hole. I've dreamed of moments like this. *****To be continued ****

I’m scheduled for my second dose tomorrow. But I’m still going to avoid the zoo until they come out with boosters to ward off baboons, gibbons and pygmy marmosets.

Back in the day, as a young and hung college age lad, I discovered adult bookstore gloryholes and the pleasure of expert cocksuckers. Inevitably some bottom slut backed up on my cock and I and from then on I'd breed as many gloryhole sluts I could find. I didn't really reciprocate except for maybe the occasional tug when a cock came thru the hole; I was young and always horny so I was always looking to fuck an ass or throat. As time went by I began to experiment reciprocating and now I love bottoming for young studs at bookstores; giving them access to a hot throat or ass pussy. Seems like a generational passing of the torch, lol. Can anyone relate? God, I still love gloryholes almost exclusively for play. I wish I'd started offering my ass at a gloryhole years ago.

You miss my point. First, let's presume that no sane teacher anywhere is exposing children under 10 to "any depiction, description, or simulation of sexual activity, any lewd or lascivious depiction or description of human genitals". I think that's fair. In that case, why are they really making this law? To make it illegal for teachers to discuss "any topic involving gender identity, gender dysphoria, transgenderism, sexual orientation, or related subjects". Which, in the context of materials intended for children under 10, means material such as "Daddy's Roommate" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daddy's_Roommate) But basically ALL materials for children under 10 that portray ANY kind of "STRAIGHT" relationship portray a (cis-hetero) gender identity in completely comparable terms and contexts. Cis-hetero gender identity is completely pervasive in nearly every context to which they are exposed. These materials would be just as illegal under the proposed law. But they are "programming" or "grooming" children to be straight rather than gay, bi, non-binary, trans, or rainbow unicorn. So no one would ever prosecute it.

Glory holes have always been a part of my sex life with Men, but never really transitioned from top to bottom with Men, always as a bottom. i discovered my first GH's as a young kid when i'd just go in the restroom and sit and read the wall, full of desire and need, but too afraid and repressed to act on my desires. Some of my earliest sex with Guys was under bathroom stall walls, i got bred that way a lot. GH sex has been a staple in my life right up till the pandemic hit. There's something very focused about GH sex, it's simple, uncomplicated. Usually always starts out as cock sucking, but i always offer my ass. Some take it, some do not. Then there is the middle ground where i suck, then do a quick turn around and mount th Man presenting His hard cock through the wall, and sometimes can feel the surprise of the Man on the other side. Sometimes they withdraw and let me know they only wanna be sucked, but other times i have felt a moment of hesitation when they get something they did not expect, but cannot help themselves and end up getting into the fuck. It's an almost palpable feeling to feel Him go from hesitation to full on fuck and breed.

Love this feeling!

Hey fellow bottom! i am staying at All Worlds this year (always been CCBC in the past and thought I'd try something different for the hell of it) unil the 31st. Arrived on Wednesday and have been slutting it up. ALready gave a public blow job to a muscle bear and drank his load and got fucked and fisted at the resort.

I got vaccinated today at Emmanuel Church in Portland today. The people there were sooo nice and they provided food for anyone getting vaccinated, huge to go container of chicken teriyaki with egg rolls. Delicious and convenient. Feels good to finally get the first shot. All totally free.

I discovered adult bookstores and glory holes when I moved to a big city. I was staying with my parents at the time. In the morning, I would go out submitting job applications, then I would hit the glory holes, sucking cocks for about 2 hours before going back home. My parents were so proud that I was spending so much time looking for work. But, I wasn't a dead beat. I found a job rather quickly, then got my own apartment, but I was addicted to sucking cock, and I continued to hit the glory holes almost every day.

I recently meet up with a guy at a little used park near my home. We parked our cars so that it blocked any view of anyone else and stripped naked in an open field. He was nervous but I was so hungry for his cock that I didn’t care. I sucked the hell out of his cock and swallowed every drop that he pumped into my mouth. It was very hot. I can’t even adequately describe how so sexy it was.

As a teenager living in Orange County CA. I came across many homeless types. Back then, mid 1970's , things weren't as locked up and no surveillance cameras around. I used to like to explore abandoned buildings. There I would find homeless men. I would make a deal with them, being under age, if I gave them money to buy me some booze, I'd give them enough so they could get a bottle or two for themselves. There was one empty old warehouse along a rail spur and a McDonalds close by. I could get a bag of big macks and offer those too. After some booze and food, most of them were very receptive to getting head and or ass.

I'm sure it's true that Total Tops (i.e., guys that have never had a Cock up their ass, and never will) are quite rare. I think guys that almost always Top will, given certain met-criteria, will allow it though. That criteria can be limited only to the Top's imagination, sense of connection, his particular ways of increasing/magnifying his Lusts, where he places himself on the ladder of sexual depravity, all kinds of things. Men who have become "free" of cultural baggage can manage to find all kinds of sexual acts empowering. I think it's all in the mind. The variable that goes unanswered is probably not answerable, since virtually all guys focus on what's important to them first, and only secondarily what may be important to the guy he's mating with at the moment.

I don’t go out often anymore but when I do I make the most of it. I’m at the bathhouse for 12-14 hours. Most of my time is in the dark room. Preferably in the sling. My high score is 34 loads (help me beat it). It’s always hard to nut after a night of partying but I always make sure to drop a load in another pig before I leave.

For those who want a funny note on a tuesday night: Monday morning, on my way to work I.ve got a message from a guy nearby via grindr. He reacted to my profile in which i am looking for anonymous cumdumps waiting face down ass up to get a load. He sent some pictures over and was a real,horny, supercute twink. I asked him to keep his front door ajar en wait for me blindfolded, face down ass up. Went to his place and he was incredible hot. His ass was like heaven and he moaned in a very horny way driving me crazy. Fucked him good en left him with a two day load, so after I fucked him his ass was leaking cum. Went back to my car (5 minutes walk) to return to work and noticed that i forgot my car keys. 😁. Had to go into a meeting soon so was in a little panic. Returned to the guy’s home and his front door was still unlocked. Went in (even without knocking 🤓) and he was still on his sofa, nude, jerking off. He looked shocked when i came in again unexpectedly and he smiled at me in the most cutest way possible. I took my car keys and left. The ban was broken, my anon cumdump saw my face! When i arrived at my car he already informed when i could go back to fuck him as he enjoyed my dick so much. Again a new horny twink cumdump boy to add to my list of regulars 👌

I woke up. Apparently I passed out at some point to where Ethan and I were in a bed of black satin sheets with him nuzzling at my neck and him still rocking his dick in and out of my hole. He sensed I was waking up and flexed his cock in my making me groan in pleasure. I turned my head and kissed him thanking me for making me pass out from a rough fuck which always has been a fantasy of mine. "You're welcome babe I was so horned up I couldn't stop myself from plowing you so hard." He told me he didn't stop fucking me even after I passed out and he moved me to al the spots in his room and fucked me. He said I would have to watch the video footage later, surprising me that he had cameras all over his playroom. We laid there making out while he kept fucking me and I could feel him start to get harder and I knew he was about to load me up. "Here comes love, get ready for load number eight." I was shocked and turned on even more that he loaned me that much. I felt the cum shooting into my hole and it took me over the top and I felt myself cum at the same time. We stayed together for what felt like hours until Ethan slid out of me with a wet pop.I rolled over and lifted my legs up so I didn't waste a single drop of Ethan's charged load and for good measure started to finger my hole to push his load in me deeper and scratched my insides to make sure his load would do its job. When he slid his fingers out he showed me the nice coating of cum as well as a nice pink tint and I grabbed his fingers and slid them into my mouth to clean them off. I was ready for a shower but didn't want to lose a drop of cum so I asked Ethan to get a buttplug for me. He went over to the play room and came back with the biggest plug he had and worked it deep into my hole keeping me nice and full and not spilling a drop. We got up from the bed and went to his bathroom and I was shocked to see a huge rainfall shower in his bathroom. He heated up the water nicely and we stepped inside and we were once again all over eachother kissing and groping all parts of each other's body. It made me feel like I was living in a dream but I knew it wasn't one when Ethan reached for the plug and gave it a nice twist inside. We finished our shower and went back to his bed where he pulled his laptop and pulled up the video feeds of his playroom cameras. I sat there hard as a rock while watching the love of my life plowing my ass in many different areas and positions while I was completely passed out. Ethan was twisting the plug in me making me moan as I watched and it was good we didn't have any blankets over us because I was leaking pre cum all over his bed. He handed me the laptop and I held it while he slid down and took my aching cock in his mouth down to the root. I moaned more telling him I was already so close to cumming some of my last neg load. He sped up his sucking and added more motions to the plug in my hole driving me crazy to where I had to set his laptop down because I was shaking too much and feared dropping it on his head. As I was just about to shoot in his mouth I grabbed his head and shoved his head all the way down and yelled for him to CHOKE ON MY NEG LOAD!!! He came off my cock after what felt like forever and only after making sure every drop of my neg cock was milked out and I was super sensitive. Ethan smiled at me with a cheeky grin telling me that he needed to unload one more load of his poz babies before we went to sleep for the night. With that he warned me that he was going to pull the butt plug out hard to make sure there was extra damage to my hole and I bent down with my ass up ready for him. Ethan gave the plug one final twist before pulling it out with all his might causing me to scream into his sheets. Ethan quickly shoved his dick in my abused hole causing me to scream more which quickly turned into a whimper then into moans of pure bliss. He pounded my hole without restraint like before and I could feel his cock getting harder and knew he was about to dump another load of poz cum in me. He slammed into me one last time causing me to see stars and he growled in my ear to take his poz babies and I felt the warmth of his load in me. When he was finished he was breathing harder than I was but I didn't want him to pull out so we both schooched up to the top of his bed and he wrapped his arms around me and said he loved me and his heart was whole once more until we both fell asleep. part 5 cumming soon

****Part 2**** The top. I slip my finger deeper into his hole. The internal flesh is soft and moist. As I extract my finger it feels like his hole is trying to suck my finger back inside. My cock is rock hard as his tongue licks the glands and his wet lips suck on the tip which is leaking copious amounts of poz precum into his willing mouth. The bottom. I can feel him removing his finger from me and I kneel down infront of him. The feeling of his hot throbing cock in my mouth and taste of his juice is all-consuming. My hands are on his hairy arse and I pull him toward me encouraging him to fuck my mouth. I want him to cum in my mouth, to taste creamy seed but, I also want him to fuck my arse, breed me. I hope he'll be capable of doing both. The top. I can't believe this boy has never sucked a mans cock before, he's a natural. His fingers are pulling my cheeks apart and he's feeling for my hairy hole. He finds it and rubs a finger around the rim before pushing the tip inside. I can feel the pressure building in my loins now. If I don't take control I'll be shooting my load down his throat. The bottom. I feel so fucking turned on now. The index finger of my left hand is probing this man's arse hole. I feel so dirty as I remove it and smell it before pushing the finger into my mouth. His hands reach down and placing them on my shoulders encourages me stand. His lips find mine and we kiss before he leads me to the bed. He's pushing me back onto the end of it so I have no choice but to sit. He's on his knees now, taking my cock into his mouth, slowly slipping the full length of my shaft into it. The top. I stand him and push him back towards the bed. I take his cock in my mouth. I want him to be fully aware that once I've fucked and bred him he will be infected with my toxic seed. That there is no going back and he will be pregnant until he dies. In the state he is now he is incapable of making any rational decisions. Once he's cum he may decide that, at least for today, being pozzed is a step too far. After all, this is only the first time he's actually had sex with another person. He's so turned on he will do anything. So, I want him to cum before I take him so he can think rationally about he is doing. The bottom. His mouth feels so good on my cock as he strokes it with tongue and lips. His bearded cheeks are rubbing on the soft flesh of my inner thighs. I lean back slightly and let myself be engulfed in the sensations running through my body. I can feel the pressure inside me building. I can't last much longer. His hands are cradling my ball and reaching underneath me to feel my hole. I want to please this man. I would do anything to please him. The top. His cock is throbing now and he's lost in the moment. He throws his head back...... The bottom. I can't hold it any longer, the pressure in my groin is at boiling point and I need the release. I let go. My body begins convulse as the first pump of my cock shoots a string of sperm into his mouth. I cry out at the intense relief as the second, third forth and fifth ejaculations relieve the pressure in my loins. The top. The intense stimulation has sent him over the edge. His cum is filling my mouth. It's thick creamy and copious. For some reason it tastes like young man's sperm. Fresh new, clean and sweet. I continue to suck him after his climax and stop him from pushing me away. He's obviously one of those guys who's cock becomes ultra sensitive after cumming. The bottom. Oh my god that was sensational. Definitely the best orgasm I've ever had. I've never cum so much or so hard. My cock is so sensitive now but he keeps sucking me and won't stop. I plead with him to stop but he keeps going. Eventually I flop back on the bed fully empty of cum, desire and energy. Still he continues to suck me and finger my hole. I'm relaxed now. Even my hole has relaxed. I can feel his fingers probing and moving deeper inside me. I don't care what he does to me, he can do anything, I won't object. The top. I swallow every last drop of his young sperm. He's flopped back on the bed now. All the tension in his body has dissipated. Even his virgin hole has relaxed a little allowing me to explore deeper within him. I release his cock from my mouth and move up to kiss him. He greets with a warm contented smile. His hands are around me and he's kissing me tenderly and gently. All of the urgency prior to him coming has gone. We kiss and I gently tease his nipples. This is another area of his that is ultra sensitive. He moans as I tweak them gently. The bottom. He's kissing me now and playing with my nipples, something that I love to do when I'm having a wank. They seem to be hard wired to my cock and I can already feel myself becoming aroused again. I'm telling him that I want him to fuck me, to breed me, to give me the gift. I want it to be him, this is my destiny. He asks if I am sure, absolutely sure and I tell him I am. Inside I am sure, he is the one. I've never been so sure of anything in my life. The top. His lips are soft and warm and he kisses me as he tells me what he wants. I push his legs apart and he opens them further. I move in between them and he lifts them and places them around me. I reach for the bottle of lube which has been sitting patiently on the bedside cabinet. I coat my fingers and slide them into his arse and work them a little before adding more lube. The bottom. It's time. I want it so badly. My whole being desires this man to be the one. I'm under no illusion that once he's had his way with me I may never see him again but, I don't care. I want him to take my virginity anddeposit his poisonous seed. The lubricant feels cold. I can feel my hole becoming looser, more able to accommodate him. His fingers manipulate my hole for a few minutes before he reaches for the lube and applies some to his tool. He moves higher and I feel, for the first time, a real cock at the entrance of my body. The top. I'm rubbing the head of my cock around the rim of his hole. Now I'm sure of his true desires I'm more than happy to oblige him. I push slightly and feel the tip of my cock enter his hole. His sphincter doesn't want let me in, but I persist and I feel it give way as he gasps and moans. The bottom. He is pushing his cock slowly into me. My hole is so tight, even after his fingering. It's painful and I moan a little as he pushed on. It does hurt but I want him inside me. My desire is stronger than my intolerance of the pain. My eyes water and I put the back of my hand to my mouth. I bite my hand trying to make it hurt more than the cock forcing its way into my virgin ass. Then suddenly his cock has passed my sphincter and he's moving deeper into my body. The top. I'm passed the sphincter now and I can feel the soft tender lining of his hole caressing my cock. His hole is beautiful. I'm very gentle at first moving in and out very slowly, letting his body become used to invasion. His eyes are on mine. He's no longer grimacing at the pain but, has a slight smile at the pleasure. The bottom. Now, the initial penetration is over and he's deeper inside me it feels wonderful. Another man's cock is really inside me. He's fucking me, something I've only dreamed of, fantasised about. I'm giving myself to him completely. I'm smiling at him now wanting him to know, reassuring him that I want him, his seed, his babies. We kiss and I can see the desire in his face. He wants me as much as.I want him. He's beginning to move faster now. It feels so good, how it should feel when a man fucks another man. The top. I'm fucking him in earnest now. Every now and then he makes a sound that let's me know I've gone too hard and deep. I don't care anymore. I've got breed this boy and impregnate him. His arse feels tight as I plunge in and out of him. Suddenly I want him on his front so I can see my cock fucking him more easily. The bottom. He's fucking me hard now. It feels like his cock is in the centre of me. It hurts but I don't care. Suddenly he he pulls out and turns me over. Oh god yes. This is how I dreamed it would be. Being fucked from behind, bred like an animal. The top. I shove my cock back in him. I'm fucking him hard straight from the start, no easing into it now, just hard breeding. The bottom. Oh god this hurts. He's showing no mercy now. My arse feels like it's on fire as he ploughs into me. His hands grip my hips as his cock rips into me. I can feel his sweat dripping onto my back. The top. I'm getting close now. Pressure building in my groin and at the base of my cock. I'm going to make this fucker pregnant is the thought going through my head. I can't hold off any longer and I grunt and feel my body release its deadly seed into his body. String after string of my toxic sperm is forced into him via my cock which is pumping incessantly until I am empty and spent. The bottom. I can feel him coming. I can actually feel his pulsating cock pumping me full of his seed. His beautiful sperm infecting me with his babies. Finally it's done. I'm no longer a virgin and almost certainly pregnant. He collapses on my back and I can feels sweat mixing with my own. Both completely spent. ********The End*******

Father and son. This past Saturday afternoon, I hooked up with a Dad and his son at their hotel. The Dad shot video of me sucking both of their cocks, the Dad about 8 1/2 and very thick. The son not nearly as big. More video of the son fucking me. He shot his load in my ass after only about 5 minutes. In less than 10 minutes, the son was rock hard and ready to go again. More video of the son fucking me again. This second time, he lasted a lot longer before giving me another load in my ass. After being fucked twice by the son, and with 2 loads of cum in my ass, I was ready to take on the Dad's big dick. At least I thought I was ready. Damn, his cock was thick ! I was glad I brought my poppers. The son's cock was hard again, as he shot video of his Dad pounding my hole, and splattering my face with a huge load of cum. I gave the Dad my phone number and email address, in case they wanted to hook up the next time they were here.

Yo, this guy is a demigod. White 32 top full beard tats muscular very masculine looking a bit on the chub side 6 incher. 3 seconds after inserting into me he pulled out and started cumming. Upon feeling the first warm glob, I moved the fastest I've ever moved before, reaching around to grab the base of his cock and impaled myself onto it just in time to grab the second and subsequent shots. After that, he stayed hard while I milked his cock with my ass squeezing out what I thought was the last drop. Nope, like2 min later, hestarted thrusting and bam another load. Continued with a 3rd, 4th, 5th, each with pulsations that I could physically feel in me over the course what must have been like 40 minutes or so to my delight before he said he had to go. Not gonna lie, part of me was tempted to just tie him up and milk him like a cum cow the whole night. I feel like I stumbled upon an ultra rare poke-a-man. Incredible

Hi all. Not necessarily a new member. I joined the forum many years ago and browsed some of the threads. Then I became very inactive for many years, but now I'm back. So now for my overdue introduction and sexual journey thus far. For many years I've always wanted to be a Piggy cum dump slut, especially after watching Dawson's infamous movie. I wanted to be him. I wanted guys to just use my hole and dump their loads. And over the years I've dabbled with it. As I got older, my sexual urges got stronger, but my sexual awakening happen when I first found out about CumUnion. It was a Friday night in LA. I wasn't sure how good the event would be. I remember how nervous I was waiting in line to enter the party. At this point I was in my mid 30's and I told myself. "You're a full grown adult now. You're a man, don't be shy or afraid of what you want." Prior to arriving I did drink some liquid courage to help embolden the side of me I wanted to let loose. Entering the building, I was nervous and excited at the same time. Upon paying the clerk, he said I could enter straight through the door behind him to the party. Or I can go to the door on the side to check any clothing material if I would like. All of my emotions intensified even more, but I was ready. Entering the side room, I knew what I wanted. I came here to fulfill a fantasy and I wasn't going to turn back. I came prepared. Brand new jockstrap, brand new poppers, my liquid courage was starting to kick in, my slutty ego was ready to come out. I stripped down, bagged my clothes and got my wristband. I already heard a guy make a comment while I was undressing. He wanted a piece of me and I was almost ready to give in. I just smiled back at him and walked out. Entering the party room, it was massive. The main floor was more of a dance floor with a DJ and 3 side rooms where it seemed all the playing was happening. I peeked in the first room and the scent that came out was intoxicating. You know the scent. The musky scent of sweat from men fucking, from semen dropping to the floor and poppers in the air. The room was not too big and fairly dark, but it was filled with men. Men fulfilling their most primitive desires. I was gleeful, but wasn't ready to jump into the action. I wanted to see what the other two rooms held. So I pressed on, leaving the first room and the many hands groping my body as I walked out. The second room was about the same size as the first and had a giant size bed in the center which was already fully occupied. Men were playing here too. Some were watching and touching themselves and others around them. This room did have better illumination in it, where the last only had light coming in from the doorway. Here my eyes didn’t need to adjust. I can see men on their knees servicing other men, others bent over the edge of the bed getting railed. All those involved in some sort of activity had the look of ecstasy on their face. I was almost ready to join in on the fun. Just one more room to check out before I do. The Final room was the largest and most visible, like that of a candle lit dinner, private and cozy. Except there was a sea of men here. More crowded than the last two, if that was possible. The most popular room had various pieces of sex furniture. A sling in the center and to the side a large padded bench that had a wood railing above it. One man was in the sling, letting another man fuck him with such force that I bit my lower lip in anticipation, wanting that to be me. He had other guys around him waiting their turn to penetrate him, and you can see the man in the sling enjoying every thrust. The giver finally gave one last thrust and let out a yell that followed with grunts. My hole was quenching and I could feel the precum escaping into my foreskin. This was the hottest scene I ever got to witness in real life, not porn on a television, but in person. This is what I have been seeking and wanting. Sex clubs didn’t even compare to this. There 90% of the men are clothed and guys walk around being selective and often want to go into a private cubicle. Here, 90% of the men are in Jockstrap or nothing and they all came to FUCK and fuck in the open. To be surrounded by men fucking each other. It was an orgy I will never forget. That night I easily had a dozen guys fuck me and at least half of them dropped their load inside of me. I even got to swallow a load before the night was done. This was the night that I confirmed to myself that I enjoyed being a cum sloppy slut and want to continue more of these adventures. Years have passed and I had completely forgotten about this site. So I’m very happy to have remembered its existence and found it again. I feel like I’m with like minded fellows now that I've matured in my sexual awareness. Thank you all for being here and hearing my tale. I'm currently in Santa Monica, hmu if you want to play or need a cum dump for a party, I’m your guy.

Yes, you can have anal orgasm without cumming as well as cock orgasm where you do cum. The pleasure is amazing and it keeps generating because the cock, toy or hand causing it to happen is continuing to pummel away, hitting the trigger spot(s) over and over. The rush of dopamine created from it puts us into a state of intense ecstasy that can go on for a good while.

I went to the big city to get off the farm and get an education and see if being gay if who I am. Living in the dorms in a very crowded room, I’m nothing to look at being 5ft 6 very skinny 115 LBS and all these hot mussel guys around , but I have been told later I very well hung with a thick 9 inch dick. In my sex life I have only suck 1 dick and nothing else but have masturbated a lot. My financials are not great and at my age there is very little jobs open for me, I take a job cleaning tables off , this place is very high end so working 40 hours a week I can make $250 after taxes. I can’t work any more and go to school so it’s very hard to get by. I’m doing very well in school but I won’t be able to keep up this pace much longer as I’m always tired. As I clean tables most people have left but this one table that had some kind of meeting this very attractive Man is still there. I go over to ask if I can clean the table as we are close to closing, he say for me to sit down. I do and he says if I would like to make some real money at his club waiting on tables and that is where the real money is. I tell him I can’t wait on tables because of my and the alcohol laws, he laugh and says you will not have that problem and says I can make $400 or more per night just serving his customer, he hands me his card. I think to my self that working just 2 nights I can make 3 times what I’m making now. I have to take look at this offer as it’s too good not to turn down, so I make the call to see Larry. I get to the building and I tell the door man I here to meet Larry , tells me to wait wile someone comes down to meet me and take me to Larry. Larry is very up front about what he does here and about what my job will be. I will serve his customers at his parties and there are 3 levels of this building so at first I will be working the main floor. The main floor is a very big open space with 12 X 12 rooms surrounding the main floors for private parties. At the entrance is the bar but it’s not a liquor but a party supply bar. Larry ask me to strip down as he want to see what my body looks like, when i’m naked he says he got me right as a skinny boy with a big dick, he shows me what my uniform will be it’s just a jock strap with a baseball cap that I will have to ware backwards and I have to cut my hair very short and what little hair I have will be removed permanently by a staff member . I accept this job and tell him my age again and he says it’s no problem so he shows me the menu. Light Gatorade Heavy Gatorade Light Point Heavy Point Shards Water Lube Spike Lube Poppers E Name of some toys I never heard of but the person running the party bar would know. I’m to walk around in the open are if they want service from the party bar and if I see green light I’m to go in and see what they want, if the light is red I’m to stay out, if the light is white I’m to enter and clean up. My shift is from 6-8 hours on Friday & Saturday so that gives me the rest of the week to study.

*Author’s Note: If you haven’t read “Cleaning out the Attic” I recommend you do so now – this is the second part of what seems to be turning into a bit of a novel.* Chapter Two - Journals Nick lay naked on his hotel bed staring at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused, slowly rubbing his still hard cock. Sunlight streamed through the window falling across his sweat covered body, and making the few gray hairs sprinkled amongst his dark chest hair. Nick’s however took in none of it, not the warmth of the morning, or the sound of a bird chattering outside his window, all he could see was his 21 year old nephew, Luke, firing off another massive load while riding Nick’s cock just a half hour ago. He saw the boy’s square handsome face, with just a hint of stubble on the cheeks, screwed up as the orgasm rocked through his body. He felt Luke’s hole spasm around his fat throbbing cock. He remembered Luke’s round developing pecs, pink pert nipples, and swirling light brown chest hair all heaving as his breath burst out of him in uneven spurts. He ran his hand through his own chest hair and felt the boy’s dried load crunch under his fingers. He was broken out of his reverie by a buzz from the bed side table. Nick stretched and rolled over, smelling the dense scent that only comes from a long night of fucking drifting off of himself. He grabbed his phone and rolled only to his back again. It was a text from Brett, his husband, partner, lover and best friend of forty year. ‘Morning babe!’ it read. Nick grinned at his phone, even after all these years anything to do with Brett made is heart flutter. Brett had been the one to help Nick realize he was gay, the first man to fuck him, the first man he had ever felt any sort of romantic interest in. Together they had explored the wild freedom of the late 1970s in New York; they had been there for each other through the unknown and the fear in the 1980s, holding hands at funeral after funeral, trying to make sense of the world; and they had celebrated the shift in the universe. They had been married in Canada a few years prior, still not technically legal in the United States but that was changing. Nick had this feeling deep in his gut that soon he would be holding hands with Brett swearing to love him forever in the US too. Maybe, he thought, knowing what he now knew about his extended family, he wouldn’t be there all alone this time either. Though he would probably leave out the part about how he had fucked his brother’s son when finally telling the family about his sexuality. ‘Babe you will never fucking believe what’s happened.’ He texted back. ‘Oh no! Are you ok?” Brett’s response came back quickly, he must have had his phone in his hand. ‘Not in a bad way. Hold on.’ Nick pulled up FaceTime and called Brett, there was too much to put in one text. The screen was suddenly filled with his husband’s handsome face. It was still early in San Francisco and Brett was clearly still lounging in their bed. Cool misty morning light played across one side of Brett’s square handsome face. Brett was just as handsome as they day they had met. He still had the same rugged looking face, like a football jock, but now thin lines crept out from the corners of his eyes, and ran across his forehead. They gave the appearance that at any moment he was about to burst into raucous laughter. His hair was no longer the long wavy blonde mess it had been in 1977, it was silver, short on the sides with a high front and a soft fringe falling to one side. “You’re still in bed?” Brett said by way of a greeting, his face cracking into a wide smile, “What did you get up to.” “Seriously, you will not believe me.” “What?” “Ok, so you remember that journal that I wrote when we first got together.” “Your sex journal?” “It was more than that. I didn’t just write smut.” “Uh, sure.” He drew the last word out in a long teasing tone. “Listen, butt face, you wanna hear this story or do you wanna mock me.” “Honestly?” “Fuck you, ok. So before I came out to SF permanently I had taken some boxes to my parents that I didn’t have a place to store. Then when I told my dad about us and everything went south I thought I had pack them all into the car that night and brought them home. Turns out I had missed one. Why I never thought it was there I don’t know, but… there in my dad’s attic all this time was that box I could never find.” “Was it just the journal?” “No, the journal and all those Polaroids I used to take, and one really old jock.” “So you found it?” “Rick’s kid Luke did apparently when he was sorting through stuff.” Nick paused, letting that sentence hang dramatically for a few seconds before continuing, “And when I went to go help move the big boxes and things out of the attic I walked in right as he blew a huge load all over himself reading it wearing the fucking jock.” “Shit! Seriously? How old is this kid?” “Twenty One.” “That doesn’t really explain why you’re still in bed… unless…” “So I tell him to get dressed and we sit down in the hot fucking attic and I’m expecting to have to have this whole talk about what gay is and coming out. No, he’s out to his family, he has been for years, he’s been fucking guys at university and apparently a flock of daddies and bears around the town. He didn’t have questions he was just horny as fuck. He’d been reading the journal for days and jerking off to it every time. He’d even been wearing the jock while he worked. And then he tells me that reading about you fucking me for the first time had gotten him so worked up he got on Grindr and found a local guy to breed him.” “Fuck!” “I know, so we end up going to the gay bar next to my hotel, largely to get out of the hot fucking attic.” “Sure.” Another long drawn out teasing vowel. “So we’re swapping storied, and then he says that I’d described you so much that he feels like he knows all about you, or at least you of the 1970s.” “Young dumb and…” “But,” Nick cuts off his husband’s cheeky response, “I never described myself, and he wants to know what I look like.” “He asked you for a dick pic.” “Yeah basically. So I show him that video of me fucking the SFU kid. He then shows me a video of a daddy from school balls deep in his ass.” “Fuck this kid was begging for it.” “We basically sprinted to the room, ripped off each other’s clothes and he begged me to fuck him.” “So naturally…” “I fucked him twice last night and once this morning, he went home like forty minutes ago with a fresh load in his hole.” “Damn, you think he’ll be back for more?” “Oh absolutely.” ----- Luke had taken a detour on his way home. He was still sweaty and he assumed stunk of sex but he was on a mission. Nick had suggested he get a journal of his own, and that’s what he was going to do. He slipped into the bookstore quickly as he could, made his way to the writing section, and grabbed an unadorned hard covered journal. He paid for it quickly, hoping against the odds that the cute boy at the register didn’t clock that his tousled hair was from a recent fucking, and got the hell out of there. He was grateful no one was home when he got back to his parents house. He had told his mother he was spending the night at a high school friend’s house after getting too drunk to drive home. As soon as he was in his room he stripped off down to the same jock he’d been wearing for days. It felt like a part of him now, this old jock, it had become part of his erotic life over the past week. It was a physical attachment to the world he had longed to experience while reading Nick’s journal and his real life. It made him feel like he was part of that, like he could live his life like Nick had been. That the freedom to explore and experiment was his. In wearing it he felt that he was more than just another horny college boy with a thing for older men, he was a part of gay history, and culture, he was free to try anything. Try anything, he thought, Jesus he sure had done that. He’d spent the night being fucked by his dad’s brother. He still had his uncles cum inside him even. He took a pen off of his desk, unwrapped the new journal and lay on his bed. June 10th, 2011 At the advice of my uncle I’m starting a journal of my own; a next generation to go along with his. Nick’s journal is the story of his sexual awakening, how he understood his homosexuality, and became comfortable in that world. It starts with him and his best friend crossing a line and becoming more. So that is where I will start mine, with Nick and I crossing a line. As I write this I can practically feel the three massive loads Nick pumped into me last night. I let my uncle fuck me, more than that I wanted him to. I wanted to feel him unloading inside me, and as soon as I took that first forbidden load I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not by a long shot. As I left this morning, he kissed me by the door, and said: see you tonight. In a few hours I’ll be back in that hotel room, naked with the man who took over my fantasy life living out my own sexual freedom. So, how did this happen? How did I come to be full of my uncle’s load? It started when I found an old journal while cleaning out my grandfather’s attic. He wrote and wrote. He wrote down how his heart had pounded as he when he first found the journal. He tried to capture the fear he had felt when Nick had found him naked, and in the mist of orgasm, the journal in hand; then how that fear had turned into a low burring arousal that both he and Nick had tried to ignore. He described how it had felt to have Nick’s cock slide into him for the first time. He wrote about falling asleep in his uncles’ warm arms. Despite having cum multiple times with Nick, Luke’s cock was hard again as he wrote. For a moment as I woke up I thought it was all a dream. It couldn’t have happened like that. There was no way I had ended up in my uncle’s hotel room let alone having made love to him twice. Yet there was a heavy arm draped across my body, and warm hairy chest pressed into my back as I came around. I turned slightly to look at the man behind me still not completely believing my own memory. Yet, there he was, my uncle Nick. He too was still shaking off the last tendrils of sleep. He blinked a few times and then smiles. “How are you feeling,” He asked in little more than a whisper. “Good,” I said, in the same hushed tones. “No regrets about last night?” “No, God no. Fuck. That was… well that was amazing. Why… why do you…” “Not in the slightest.” He moved his big hand to my face and pulled me into a kiss. It started soft at first but as I rolled to face him it became more passionate. His tongue slid past my lips and his hands traveled down my body. We were both naked and I could feel his cock hardening against my body as mine did the same. His hand came to rest on my ass, squeezing. He brushed a finger against my hole and I gasped. “Sorry,” he said, “You’re probably sore from last night.” “A little,” I responded, “but not enough to make me say no to you.” “God damn.” He pushed my shoulder down into the bed knocking me onto my chest and disappeared under the sheets. He kicked my legs apart and I felt a hand on each of my cheeks. He spread my ass wide, and then came his tongue. I arched and pushed back, his tongue circling my hole, sending electric shocks through my body. My hole felt tender, but I wanted him again all the same. He pulled on my hips, shifting me back and sticking my ass in the air. Now with a better angle his tongue delved even deeper into my hole. “Fuck,” he said, “you’re still so full of cum. It’s like I just bred you. I bet you’d feel amazing right now.” “Fuck me and find out.” “You’re really up for another round?” “Absolutely. Please, fuck me.” “That’s all I need to hear.” He tossed the sheets back and reared up. Towering above me he spat on his cock and lined the head up with my hole again. For a second there was nothing but pain as my bruised ass was asked to open up again, but then his head burst in and it was only pleasure. He sank right to the hilt, the loads he had left inside me were more than enough lube. We both let out a groan of pleasure. He was taking his time, genially fucking me this time. His cock slid from my hole in long deep strokes. Each time he pressed back in the head of his cock knocked against my prostate sending waves through my body. Nick’s tongue dragged across the back of my neck, and his hands pressed me down into the bed. We both groaned together. “I want to see you ride me,” Nick breathed in my ear. Nick pulled back and spanked my ass before pulling out. He flopped down on the bed next to me and I scrambled to get up over him. I straddled his legs and sat slowly down. His cock easily found my hole. I sighed as my ass came to rest on his hips. “God damn, you look so fucking sexy sitting on my cock.” “Your cock just feels so perfect.” “Ride me, show me how much you need it.” I bounced up and down. Slowly at first, and then harder. I worked my ass down onto his dick making it hit as deep as it could. Nick’s face was contorted in pleasure. The little lines around his eyes deepened, fanning out as he scrunched his face trying to stave off the inevitable. I rocked harder, one hand drifted to my own cock. I started to stroke myself as I rode Nick. It was clear we were both building to the edge. When it came it crashed over us both like an unexpected wave hits you in the ocean. The force of my own orgasm blinded me to what was happening inside my hole. Rope after rope of cum erupted from my cock and spattered across Nick’s hairy torso. It fell into the thick pelt and glistened against his sweaty heaving chest. It was only as my breath started to come back to normal that I felt the warmth spreading inside me. Nick’s cock gave one last throb and pushed even more cum into my hole. I collapsed forward and kissed him. Luke was hard again. He’d had a massive load fucked out of him not two hours before but his balls ached. He pulled the pouch of his jock to the side and started to work another load out of his balls. ----- Brett padded to the kitchen naked after he hung up with Nick. His cock was still semi hard, swinging heavily in front of him as he walked. Nick had fucked his nephew, Brett’s mind was spinning. He should, he thought, be grossed out, or upset, or something, but in reality it was hot. Nick had sent him a picture from the boy’s Instagram, he was a well bit college senior, a little stubble on his cute face, and bright kind eyes. Brett would have fucked him too if he’d found the boy jerking off in just a jock. He rubbed his cock a few time, feeling the blood flow back to his member momentarily. “God, that journal,” he said out loud to the empty apartment. He remembered that weekend in ’77 probably better than most things in his life. He remembered the power going out. The whole city was dark, for the first five minutes it was one of the most terrifying things he’d ever experienced. Just looking out of the window and seeing nothing that the dim ambient moonlight couldn’t pick out was horrifying in New York City. Everyone is so use to the bright lights of the street lamps, apartment windows, and neon signs that they never think about how dark the night really can be. Then it was all gone and their tiny apartment on the West Side felt like an island in the middle of a vast ocean. Of course, his childhood in Florida had kicked in the, he’d been through enough hurricanes to know what to do when the power went out. He’d filled coolers, moved beer around, he’d filled the tub with water in case something happened. He’d dug candles out of drawers and placed them around the one common space, and then they had sat. In the oppressive heat of July in NYC they had sat in the dark and drank beer, the apartment still felt like a little island, but a warm and welcome one now. Nick had been the thing that made him feel safe, though he didn’t articulate that at the time. It felt like the two of them could take on anything so long as they were together. Then the conversation had drifted to sex. Brett had been dying to tell Nick that he was gay for ages. The scale of the secret growing in his mind with each passing day. There, by the light of candles, and in the circle of safety Nick created just by existing, Brett had finally felt brave. He’d let it out, and though he worried about Nick’s reaction, he felt better just for saying it. He loved his life, he liked being gay, he like men, he was secure in who he was; and if Nick had reacted badly, well that was what it was but he had to tell him. He hadn’t reacted badly though. Quite the opposite. They’d stripped off most of their clothes trying to escape the inescapable hot humid air, and Nick had little to hide his arousal as Brett shared. What had come next were the things of dreams. He had imagined what it would be like to sleep with Nick, what his cock would be like, what his hole would taste like but he’d never thought it could happen. Then there they were, naked together, candle light flickering about them. He had opened Nick slowly just like the first man to fuck him had done. When Nick hole was slick with spit and winking hungrily at him, he slid his cock inside his best friend and changed their lives forever. Neither of them knew it then but that was the start of their real relationship. From that moment on they were a pair. They’d drifted apart once or twice, Brett had given Nick a lot of space to explore his new found sexuality, but they had always come back to each other from that moment on. When Brett had gone home with that first guy in college he had been terrified that that meant the end of his chances of happiness. He understood being homosexual to mean being alone for the rest of your life. It meant giving up your family and friends for nothing but ultimately unfulfilling sex. Though, being twenty-one, and drunk at the time meant he didn’t think of any of those things till the next morning. He’d stayed at the bar after his other friends left, he did that a lot in those days. He’d always known that he wasn’t attracted to women in the same way as his brothers and his friends, but the realization that he was attracted to men had been slow. Now in his last year of college he got it. He looked at the men his friends had grown into and got hard thinking about their bodies. He saw the chest hair not poking out of the tops of their, looked at their firm asses squished into tight faired jeans. He longed to see them naked in a way he never thought about the girls they met out at parties. All of that left him ultimately lonely, even when sitting in a bar full of his friends he felt isolated. So, when everyone else had left, he stayed and drank, hoping to squash the feelings he didn’t dare give a voice to. An older man had sat down at the bar, handsome and fairly unassuming. He was probably in his mid-forties. He had a square face, a rather round nose, and short hair turning gray at the temples. He wore a button-down shirt open to just below his pecs exposing a broad swath of fur covered skin. Brett couldn’t help his eyes flicking down. The man had introduced himself as Aaron, and they had started chatting. Aaron had a few beers, bought Brett another one, while they made small talk. Brett liked talking to Aaron, there was something a familiarity there that he didn’t yet understand. It was his gay-dar going off, which was obvious in retrospect. When Aaron has said he was stepping outside for a smoke, Brett had followed despite not being a smoker himself. Aaron went around the corner of the building rather than standing under the street light out front, “less windy”. He lit a cigarette, took a long drag on it and handed it to Brett before lighting another one for himself. Brett, not wanting to seem uncool, took a deep pull on the cigarette and promptly launched himself into a massive coughing fit. “You don’t actually smoke do you,” Aaron laughed good naturedly. “No.” Brett looked down at his shoes, feeling very bashful. “Why did you come out then?” Aaron took a step closer to Brett, the intensity of his gaze dragged Brett’s eyes back up. “I didn’t want to sit at the bar alone.” “Is that all, or was there something more specific that brought you out here.” He stepped closer again. They were now inches apart. Brett could smell the sweet intermingled scent of beer and smoke with each breath Aaron let out. He felt weak at the knees. A fire was growing in him, his crotch began to bulge, and his mind felt muddles. “I don’t know what you mean.” “I think you do.” Then “it” happened. He kissed another man. That thing he had been pondering, secretly yearning for, happened and it was wonderful. The roughness of Aaron’s face against his, the instance of the man’s tongue entering his mouth, it was everything he had wanted. Brett’s hands quickly found Aaron’s hips and pulled him closer, their crotches pressed tight as their kiss continues. Aaron brought one hand up behind Brett’s head, holding him in place, the other dangling to the side keeping the still lit cigarette out of reach. When they broke apart Brett was flushed, his whole face felt red. Heat seemed to radiate from his entire body. He locked eyes with Aaron and found himself unable to move, despite how hard his heart was pounding. “Do you want to get out of here,” Aaron said, his lips barely an inch from Brett’s, “or do you want to keep making out in an alley.” “I have… I have roommates…” Brett said, feeling lame as soon as the words were out of his mouth. “I don’t.” “Ok.” Brett’s voice was little more than a whisper. His heart was in his throat, and his stomach felt as though it was about to fall out, but still he said yes. The beers had given him the courage to do what he had been yearning for. He was saying yes to this incredibly sexy man. He was going to say yes to whatever Aaron asked him. He was determined to finally know what it was to have sex with a man… and maybe that, he though, would explain his feelings. They walked, not quite touching, the few block’s to Aaron’s apartment. It was a cozy walk up, in an unassuming brick multistory building. They slipped from the bright florescent hallway, into the dim warmth of Aaron’s living room. The walls were dark and paneled, a big comfortable looking sofa dominated one whole side of the room, a big thick television the other. A light glowed in the small kitchenette, leading them into the bedroom. It was small but perfectly appointed. Everything about the apartment made Brett feel at ease. It wasn’t sleazy or frightening, overly fem or queer as his mother would have said, it was just warm and safe. Brett perched on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do next. Aaron clicked on a scarf covered lamp on the bedside table. The soft rose tinted glow spilled over one side of his body, throwing the sharp lines of his face, and the swells of his muscles into sharp relief. Never breaking eye contact with Brett, he unbuttoned his shirt. Every inch revealing more of his fur covered torso. When he cast the shirt aside, standing in just his tight, high waisted bell bottoms, he looked to Brett in that moment the perfect specimen of manhood. It was like the Bert Reynolds centerfold Brett had lusted after so many times had come to life right in front of him. Aaron put a hand softly under the boy’s chin and tilted his head back. He bent down and lightly kissed his latest conquest on the lips. He felt the tension go out of the boy. He needs this, Aaron thought. He pulled Brett to his feet, and locked his fingers under the edge of the boy’s t-shirt. He pulled it up over his head revealing a cute fit physique. Brett loved exercise, not just because he then got to see sweaty men in the locker room after. He loved how it made him feel. He liked seeing his pecs press through the soft clinging material of a shirt, or see his ass bulge in a pair of tight pants. He was proud of his round pink nipples, and the hair that grew between them. He had every right to be, he was hot. Aaron ran his fingers over the boy’s chest, feeling the warm flesh under the honey blonde fur. They kissed again, this time with more passion. Brett pulled them back together. He wanted to feel Aaron’s flesh against his own. He wanted to feel the warmth of another man’s body against him. His hands explored now. He was gaining confidence. Having taken the first step of following a man home, he felt like anything was possible. He kissed Aaron’s neck, licking the salty sweat from his skin. Aaron took Brett and held him back, before bending his head to do the same. He licked at the boy’s flesh, and then slowly down his chest. His tongue flicked over Brett’s nipple bringing out the first whimper of pleasure from the boy. He did it again, and Brett groaned. He’d never felt anything like this. They tumbled back onto the bed, falling in a mess of limbs and kissed. Aaron ground his hips into Brett, pressing their erections together. Brett’s mind burst. Any doubt he had about his attraction to me, or his want for their bodies was quickly vanishing. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. It was absolutely nothing like being with a woman. He wanted to Aaron’s cock. He wanted to grab it, to stroke it, he wanted – and it shocked him to realize – to swallow Aaron’s cock down his throat. Aaron grabbed both of Brett’s hands and pinned them above his head against the mattress. His fingers danced across Brett’s nipples as his tongue made its way to the mass of blonde fur exploding from his pit. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the hair, and tasted the boy’s musk. Brett writhed. It all was so new and felt so good. Slowly Aaron slithered his tongue down Brett’s body, playing over his nipple again for a moment before continuing down. His hand’s reached Brett’s throbbing crotch first. He grasped at the straining fabric that barely managed to contain his erection. Brett groaned as Aaron rubbed him through his jeans. Expertly Aaron undid Brett’s belt and then unbuttoned his fly. Brett shifted his weight, and Aaron pulled his pants off in one quick move. Brett now lay, his legs on either side of Aaron’s body, in just his white briefs. A big wet spot had formed in the front of them, turning the fabric almost translucent, from the massive amounts of precum he was leaking. Aaron bent forward, and kissed the boy’s hard cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. He rubbed the stubble of his chin along the shaft, and then hooked his fingers under the waistband. He slipped Brett’s underwear off, allowing his cock to spring up and slap against his stomach, and left him completely naked. Brett’s breath was coming hard and fast, his eyes locked on Aaron as the older man bent forward, took hold of his cock, and started to suck. Brett had had blow jobs before but none so expert as this. Aaron swallowed hard, and Brett’s rather sizeable cock vanished down his throat. “Jesus fuck,” he groaned, both hands behind his head, allowing Aaron to ravish him. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the head of Brett’s leaking cock, savoring the sweet precum that was now practically pouring out. He worked his mouth up and down, sucking hard. He buried his nose in Brett’s pubes and worked his throat around the wide shaft. He had one hand playing with Brett’s nipple, the other was now playing with his balls. As he sucked he slid that hand under Brett’s ass, and began to slide a finger along Brett’s crack. Almost instinctively Brett shifted his hips up to allow Aaron access to his still virgin hole. He didn’t know it yet but before the night was out he would be begging Aaron to fuck him. Aaron sensed Brett was getting close to the point of no return, but he wasn’t done with his latest play thing. He let Brett’s cock fall from his mouth, and moved up to kiss the boy deeply. Brett kissed him back, open mouthed, moaning. Aaron moved from between Brett’s legs and go off the bed. For a moment Brett was frightened the evening was coming to an end, had he done something wrong, then he watched with joyous rapture as Aaron took off his own pants. When he undid the buttons of his fly Brett saw that he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans. A thick dark brown bush burst out from the now open fly, and the base of what looked like a massive cock. Aaron pushed his jeans to the floor and kicked them off of his feet. When he stood back upright, he was fully naked and completely hard. His whole body was covered in hair, he really was Brett’s favorite centerfold come to life. Unlike the Reynolds photos though, there was no careful covering of Aaron’s crotch. A long, meaty cock, with a big bulbous head, now pointed straight at Brett. Two big heavy looking balls swung pendulously below, all nestled in a dense dark patch of public hair. Brett was frozen. He’d never seen another man like this. It was everything he’d dared to dream it would be. “Why don’t you come sit on the edge of the bed and suck my cock,” Aaron said, a wicked smile on his face. Brett snapped out of his reverie. This was the moment, he was doing to touch another man’s cock. In his mind it was somehow one thing to have another man suck your cock, but to be the one doing the sucking… that was the last bridge He swallowed hard, moved to the edge of the bed and said a little nervously, “I’ve um… I’ve never sucked anyone before.” “I kinda figured. Just swallow, and try to keep your teeth out of the way. Something tells me you’re going to be good at this.” Aaron was right, as soon as Brett’s lips closed around Aaron’s cock he knew what to do. He understood immediately how to make a man feel pleasure, and he was good at it. He swallowed just like Aaron had done, and felt the shocking girth of Aaron’s cock vanish down his throat. He was gifted, he didn’t gag, or splutter. He breathed through his nose and worked his throat and mouth around his first cock. Aaron held him by the back of the head, lightly guiding Brett as he learned rhythm and pacing. Brett was in heaven. He could have sucked on Aaron’s cock forever. He loved the feeling of pubes against his nose, of balls on his chin. He loved the pressure when his breathing was cut off for a moment, and the fullness he felt when Aaron’s head went down his throat. He was actively sad when Aaron pulled his cock fully from his mouth. “I told you you’d be good at that,” he bent down and kissed Brett on his spit covered mouth. “I love sucking your cock,” Brett said, his eyes mad with lust. “I know you do, and you’ll get to suck it more… but I’ve got something else in mind. I’m guessing if you’ve never sucked cock before you’ve never had your ass eaten?” “No… I don’t…” “I’ll show you. Flip over, on all fours with your ass pointing towards me. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Brett did as he was told and rolled over, with his knees tucked tight under his chest and his ass exposed at the edge of the bed. He was tense, he didn’t know what to expect, and then he felt it. The brush of Aaron’s stubble on his ass cheeks, his hot wet breath on his untouched flesh. Then something wet, warm, and probing brushed against his hole. Brett groaned, Aaron’s tongues and dancing across his virgin hole. The tension washed away as pleasure radiated from his hole through his entire body. He was groaning into the bed sheets. It felt good. It felt better than good. It was amazing. Never in his whole life had Brett imagined that something could feel like this, and certainly never imagined this pleasure coming from his ass. Firm hands gripped his ass cheeks, holding the apart. Aaron reared back and spat a massive wad of spit right into Brett’s now winking hole. The dense hair that grew in a spiral around his pucker was slicked down with Aaron’s spit – it was a beautiful sight. He was going to take this boy’s virginity. He was going to work him open till he begged to be fucked. Aaron decided there was no way that Brett was leaving that apartment without his load inside him. The tongue returned, and Brett moaned again. He felt Aaron spread his spit around, making his ass slick. He could tell that his hole was relaxing too, that the probing and pushing of Aaron’s tongue was slowly starting to work. At first it was just the tip of Aaron’s tongue sort of catching, pausing as it pulled at the lip of his hole. Then it was more forceful and driving, dipping inside for just a moment and actually spreading Brett open. It was slow, and hardly noticeable at first, but eventually Brett realized that Aaron’s tongue was slipping in and out of his ass hole with ease. Aaron noticed the change too, he sucked and chewed on Brett’s hole relaxing his ring even more. When he pulled back to spit into the boy’s hole again it looked completely different. He wasn’t looking at a tight untouched pucker but a pink inviting hole slowly winking. He slid his finger down Brett’s crack, pausing to rub his hole for a moment, before continuing on. He added more spit, and then did it again. This time he stayed longer, his finger pushing at the center of Brett’s hole for a moment. More spit, then more pressure; he repeated this process over and over till Brett’s hole suddenly relaxed completely and the first inch of his finger vanished inside the boy. Brett practically screamed, but not in pain, mostly in surprise. His hole was being penetrated, it was happening. He was going to go all the way with a man. He was going all the way… Aaron withdrew his finger, spat on Brett hole again and then pressed it back in. This time his whole finger slid inside. Brett went wild. “Relax, you’re doing great.” “It feel so fucking good,” Brett panted. “I know, just wait till I’ve got you open enough for my cock.” “Fuck, yes please. I want you to fuck me.” “You want me to take your virginity?” “Yes! I want it so bad. I want to feel you inside me.” “Good. Ok,” Aaron slid his finger back out and sucked on it, savoring the boy’s taste, and then did the same to his middle finger. “Take a deep breath in, and hold it for a moment.” He rubbed the two fingers on Brett loosening hole, “now breath out slowly.” He pushed in as Brett breathed out. With a little pressure two fingers were worked easily inside of Brett who let out a gasp. He could feel the change in thickness and it made him giddy with lust. His own cock was leaking precum so much that a near continuous stream was dripping onto the bed below him forming a large puddle. Aaron worked his fingers around, sliding them in and out, pulling at the sides of Brett’s hole. When he pulled them back out to add more spit he watched as Brett’s ass gaped open for a second before winking closed. He hawked another big mouthful of spit right onto the boy’s hole and then pushed three fingers in. Another loud groan from Brett as he was opened wider still. After more twisting and pulling Aaron knew it was time. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across Brett’s broad back, and his breathing was short and ragged. The cute soon to be deflowered college jock was in heat, he needed to be fucked and fucked soon. He got really close to Brett’s ear, keeping his fingers lodged inside the boy, and said in a breathy voice, “Are you ready for my cock?” Brett’s answer was almost a shout, “Yes! Please fuck me!” “Good boy.” Aaron withdrew his fingers, and slid them along his cock adding the slickness from Brett’s hole to his shaft. He dropped more spit onto his head and rubbed it on the open hole in front of him. Brett whimpered and pushed his ass back. Prefect, Aaron thought, he’s ready, and Aaron pressed forward. It was like a bolt of electricity shot through Brett’s body and Aaron’s cock broke through his hole for the first time. His spine seemed to tingle, his fingers went momentarily numb, and his vision shrunk down to tiny pin points. Euphoria coursed through his veins, and hit his mind like a storm surge crashing on the breakwater. He let out a guttural sound unlike he’d ever made before and his chest collapsed onto the bed. “Good, good,” Aaron cooed as he slid more of his cock inside Brett’s virgin hole. He dropped a few more big globs of spit onto his shaft as he went lubing up Brett’s ass for the fucking he was about to receive. They took their time, and it was almost a full five minutes before Aaron’s considerable length and girth was completely buried inside Brett’s now quivering hole. “Holy shit! Holy shit,” Brett panted over and over again. “You did it, you took my whole cock.” “Oh my God.” “Feel my balls on your taint?” Aaron rocked back and forth causing his balls to lightly tap against Brett’s taint. “Yes!” “Do you like being full of cock?” “Fuck yes! It feels so good!” “How does this feel?” He pulled about half of his cock out of Brett’s hole and then slid it back in slowly. The boy groaned under him. “Fuck. Oh my god! Its so… holy shit!” “Again?” “Yes!” Brett practically shouted. Aaron pulled a little more of his cock out this time, and then just as slowly made his way back inside of Brett. He paused for a moment, and then again. Each time he pulled back a little further, but he kept the speed slow and deliberate. It let Brett get use to being fucked, but it also worked his hole open more so it could take more of a pounding when Aaron was ready to let him have it. It was when Aaron was sliding the full length of his cock in and out of Brett as the boy pushed back against his cock that Aaron knew he was ready. He took hold of Brett’s hips and slammed in. The boy let out another deep guttural roar, but did not shy away. Aaron did it again, and this time Brett slammed his ass back to meet Aaron’s thrust. “You want me to pound you?” “Yes! Fuck me! Pound my fucking ass!” “Fucking pig!” Aaron roared as he started mercilessly railing Brett’s ass. He knew his cock was banging hard against Brett’s second hole, almost busting threw each time, it had hurt he thought; but he was wrong. Everything about the experience was joy for Brett. He had let go and it was everything he wanted. The blunt head of Aaron’s cock knocked hard against his prostate with each thrust sending a pulse of endorphins through his body. The pressure on his second hole felt like a goal not yet achieved, something even more pleasurable to unlock. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he would never be with a woman again. Sex with another man was too good. The first time, him losing his virginity, was better than any experience he had ever hand with a woman. Surly if this was where he was starting it could only become better from there. Aaron for his part was shocked looking down and seeing how quickly Brett’s hole had adapted to being fucked. His ass lips gripped tight to Aaron’s cock but there was no unwanted tension or fear. He was taking cock like someone who had been getting fucked for years. He had gone from tight virgin to Aaron’s favorite kind of hole, warm, open and easy to fuck, in an hour. He felt himself approaching the cliff and slowed down. He wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pulled his cock out of Brett, which elicited a sad sounding whimper, and smacked the boy on the ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Get on your back,” he commanded. Brett rolled over, with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Aaron took Brett’s ankles in his hands and placed them on his shoulders. He lent forward, bending Brett in half and tipping his ass up off the bed. He slid in easily, his dick slick with Brett’s ass juice. He watched as Brett’s eyes rolled back, a sloppy grin spreading across his face as Aaron’s cock worked deep inside him again. From this angle he was able to get even deeper, and he held his cock hard against Brett’s second hole till it at last gave way and the last bit of Aaron’s cock shot into Brett’s ass. Brett let out something half way between a grunt and a woof at that. His eyes went totally blank, and his mouth hung slack. Aaron put his hands down on either side of Brett’s legs, trapping Brett’s knees against his shoulders. As he leaned forward his cock pushed just that much further inside of the jocks absolutely quivering asshole. He gave the boy a soft kiss. Brett responded by wrapping his arms around Aaron’s neck and holding him close. He kissed the man who was deep inside him, trying to pour all of the pleasure he was receiving and gratitude he felt towards Aaron in that moment into the kiss. He whimpered into Aaron’s mouth and around his invading tongue as the older man started to fuck him again. Brett let his grasp slip and Aaron reared back, starting to fuck him hard again. The pounding Aaron was giving him was not just hard but loud. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was accompanied by a slightly wet sound as Brett’s hole became sloppy. They were both sweating profusely at this point. Trails of sweat ran down Aaron’s chest making slick lines through his dense chest hair. All of the hair on Brett’s stomach was matted down from the river of precum he was leaking. There was so much on his stomach that it looked as though he had already shot his load on himself. Aaron held Brett by the thighs hammering hard. Brett had both hands behind his head now, his youthful muscular body stretched out before Aaron for the ravishing. He watched the young man’s pecs bounce as he hammered away at his no longer virgin hole. A near continuous stream of grunts, groans and profanity streamed from Brett’s mouth as his hole was decimated. Brett didn’t know the signs of approaching orgasm in another man yet. He hadn’t yet learned to note the tightening of the face, the shoulders retracting, the changes in breath. So when Aaron let out a mighty roar and slammed his entire cock inside of Brett he was completely unprepared. He was also unprepared for the warmth that seemed to flow into him from Aaron’s now pulsating cock. Yet the most surprising thing of all was that as Aaron’s cock pumped inside him his own cock spasmed and launched a massive load all over his body. The force of his orgasm caused him to clamp down on Aaron’s cock, making the older man roar again as his cock throbbed against the pressure. They were both panting. As his orgasm subsided Brett understood what had just happened. Aaron had cum. Not only that Aaron had cum inside him. None of the girls Brett had been with would let him cum inside them for fear of getting pregnant but he didn’t have that to worry about. He now felt the warmth in his ass and understood it. He loved it. It turned him on even more. He had another man’s cum inside him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until their breathing returned to normal. Aaron slowly took his delating cock from Brett’s hole and they both let out a satisfied sigh. He had gotten the boy a towel, then they cleaned up and got dressed. When Brett kissed Aaron goodbye at the door, clutching the little piece of paper on which Aaron had written his phone number down, he felt giddy. He felt no guilt, or conflict about what had just happened. It had been what he wanted and what he needed. That night had started him down a path. A path that had led him to Nick ultimately. Brett lay in his bed that night and felt his slick hole. It made him hard to think about the load buried deep inside him. Brett flopped onto his bed and looked out of the window remembering Aaron and his first time. His cock stood straight up from his body, hard as a rock. He picked up his phone and opened Instagram. After a quick search he found what he was looking for, his husband’s nephew Luke. He scrolled down a little and there it was, a photo of Luke tailgating for a game at school, standing in the bright afternoon sun shirtless. Brett took hold of his cock and started to stroke it his mind full of all the terrible, delicious things he would do to Luke if he ever got his hands on him.

I have always wanted to go to a pride event but never had the chance to but this year i was going to make it. I looked at videos online at many hot encounters there and i knew i needed to experience it for myself. I tried to see if what i truly wanted would be there and i didn't see a whole lot of chatter on your basic site about it but then i was able to see a site that held all the answers i needed to hear. I clicked the link i saw and was brought to a chat room for poz and chaser guys talking about going to pride this year and where to meet up for any fun there. I learned that the host of the chat room was going to be setting up a booth at the parade as a seemingly ordinary tent selling lube toys gear ect. and will be having a privacy tent set up behind his booth that will be for any poz fun to be had. He said that there are no rules that say he has to tell anyone that there will be mostly poz guys there that will be on them to plan ahead and follow the guidelines that any event like this sets out. I kept reading the setup he will be having and all i needed to know to find him was to look for the scorpion stickers that will be on the legs of his booth and i will know i came to the right place. He said the fee to use his privacy area would just be $5 and anyone with a biohazard or scorpion tattoo got in for free. well having neither yet i made sure to have the money for it and then i started to chat with some of the other guys in the chatroom letting them know what i wanted to happen on my first pride event. I let everyone know i was neg but i truly wanted that to be a thing of the past and i wanted as many poz unmedicated and high strained loads as i could up my ass by the end of the day. I told them i was 23 6ft3 and weighing 200 pounds of muscle with a 7 inch cock and a virgin hole since i mostly top and i posted a few torso dick and ass pics to grab everyones attention. i got allot of attention after that and the guys were telling me how happy that on my first pride event that i wanted to convert so badly. Apperently it even grabbed the attention of the chat leader because he messaged me privatly. Him "hey boy how's it going?" Me "very good sir just looking forward to going to pride for the first time and making sure to go to your booth to get what i want." Him "that's why i wanted to talk to you about son i always have a star boy in my tent and i always look to see who wants to be that boy and i figured since it is your first time here i would ask you." It took me les than a second to say yes to him. That's great to hear boy now do you have a ride and a place to stay overnight? i told him i was only thinking of going during the day and hadn't thought of staying overnight since you have to reserve ahead of time for hotels and it was now the week of pride. Hell if you want to you could stay in my hotel overnight if you want to but be warned the sex isn't going to stop at just my tent so if you want to be ready for an all night orgy. that got me excited and i told him i would love too stay with him there. great so here's the deal since you're going to be my special tent boy i am going to come get you and take you home the next day and of course there is no fee for you in my tent and i am going to sweeten this even further by giving you one of everything i am selling there at no charge and i am personally going to give you your first scorpion or biohazard tattoo of your choosing. i told him i was flattered and excited at this and i was very looking forward to pride. i gave him my address and he said he would be there the day before pride to get to the hotel before the event kicked off. after we signed off i laid in my bed thinking of how lucky i was and how excited i was for my first poz pride

My dick is smaller than average. It’s not like a micropenis, in fact it can look quite big at times when I’m hard but I’ve only fucked with a handful of guys with a smaller dick than mine. I love having a small dick. As a bottom I feel like it puts me in my place. Bottoms, if you have a small dick do you like it? And tops, do you like bottoms with a small dick?

Well, that's just incredibly rude and ignorant. Also completely antithetical to my experiences with people who have progressed some distance in higher education. I'm a PhD and a happy frequenter of a good number of bathhouses, not to mention tea rooms (including more than a few at top-tier schools), highway rest stops, adult bookstores, parks... well, you get the picture. Most of the academics in my personal circle of friends are definitely sex-positive and the group as a whole has, I would say, a higher than average representation of LGBTQ+ people as well as plenty of straight allies who are very far from narrow (including one whose professional academic focus is basically the study of BDSM).

lol when I first saw this title I thought it was about me. my boyfriend put a few ads online for me with this exact title. lol

@RawUK glad I could help

Not that many considering what a big slut I am. I've given thousands, but only started taking loads three and a half years ago, and between COVID and living in no fuck land, and doing very little traveling post COVID, I must be somewhere between 150 and 200.

As Viking so clearly pointed out: it's not that anyone WANTS to provide sexually explicit material to kids under 10. And if that's all the bill did, and it clearly defined what was, and was not, sexually explicit in an orientation-neutral way, that would be one thing. But the bill goes much farther. It forbids "sexually-oriented" material, and then goes on to define what "sexually-oriented" material is, to include ANY reference to "sexual orientation". Imagine how many kid's books with fairy tales (the classic kind, not "fairy" as a slang term for gay) there are, where the handsome prince wins the hand of the fair maiden. Strictly speaking, that covers "sexual orientation" because it's describing the onset of a relationship between two people and it specifies that one's male and one's female, so it's referring to "sexual orientation". Now, nobody - no one, nowhere, no how, no way - is going to censor these books under the rubric that they discuss "sexual orientation". Imagine, however, if someone had an alternate book of fairy tales in their classroom, where the handsome prince wins the hand of the knight who defeats the dragon, or whatever. Not one word otherwise is said in the book about men who like men, what they do when the bedroom door closes, or whatever, but under this bill, you can bet that (a) the book would swiftly be banned in conservative communities, (b) the teacher who brought it into the classroom would be fired, and (c) the teacher would be barred from future jobs working with children because she brought "sexually-oriented" material to a classroom. It's a double standard, because for the right, "sexual orientation" means "anything except straight". Or as I've pointed out: If Mrs. Smith tells her class that her husband, Mr. Smith, is a doctor or fireman or whatever, no one's going to bat an eye. But if Mrs. Smith-Jones tells her class that her wife, also Mrs. Smith-Jones, even exists, she'll be charged under this law with discussing "sexual orientation", which breaks the law. And if you don't think this is how it's going to be used - you don't know much about how the right is trying to seize control of the educational process. Two areas in which the far right have made major gains in officeholding, in the last couple of years, are on local and state school boards, and in offices that manage and control elections. They've figured out that if they get control of the local boards, and the state boards that set the curriculums and choose the textbooks, they can ban this kind of thing from even coming up and make it so uncomfortable for an LGBTQ teacher that he quits or gets fired. That way, there's no way kids in those communities can get "corrupted" in public schools by learning that LGBTQ people exist and should be treated with respect. (And while LGBTQ issues aren't the driving force behind the takeover of election offices, it's part and parcel of the same thing: they know if they control the ballot acceptance, ballot counting, and certification processes, they stand a much greater chance of changing the outcome of elections (say, by rigidly enforcing ID rules in Democratic-leaning areas, while being lax in conservative ones). And once you control who gets elected, carrying out all the other objectives is a lot easier.

That should be sphincter. Damn autocorrect! 😂

Just stunning. A beautiful tale.

For myself, if a guy is fucking me then he can cum in me. In my 'good' days before I willingly took loads, if I met a guy and neither of us had a condom then I would sometimes let the guy fuck me on the proviso he pulled out before cumming if I was gagging to get fucked. Amazingly to my knowledge no one ever did cum in me as I generally always swallowed the load instead. Now of course I have come to my senses, realised that I am a cum slut and can't get enough raw cock and loads in me, even turning down guys who want to use condoms. Looking back, I now wish I'd started taking loads earlier than I did, but you can't change the past, so I'll just carry on getting as many loads as I can into the future.

First let me just say that is a crazy good idea. I can't wait to try it. Secondly, I can't imagine how it would be illegal. You certainly aren't harming anyone. I'm wondering if a white cup with a little message on it would work, or a post it note asking them to fill the cup...that you're thirsty and you like the idea of drinking a random stranger's golden cum.

We were in the basement of his house and he pulled down my shorts and slid his 7 inch cock up my ass, and fucked me for around 5 minutes. He grunted and I could feel him spasm around six times as he spermed me up! I thanked him and could feel my slippery buns as I got into my car, I held his load in me for three hours, even after I jerked off a load of my own in the car.

While, on one hand, I could not necessarily see myself in a monogamous relationship with a man, I WOULD love to simply be someone's Bitch cumdump forever to fuck repeatedly. I DO love anon hookups, but want a man to fuck me and dump his load in me regularly. I've ALWAYS wanted that.

I’m an object but I’m happy being called a bitch or a whore or a cumdumpster, or a fuckhole, or just plain trash as long as I am getting coks shoved in me and loads blown inside me.

It was a thrill. Obviously after a month of having sex with Brett and Mac, I’m past the point of being shocked that sucking a dick is fun or feels good, but there was a new electricity to the experience being outside in the sun with other people close by. I swallowed hard, I felt this want to impress the men around us, to show them how good at sucking dick I am. Brett groaned in appreciation and put his hands on the back of my head. He forced his cock deep down my throat and fucked my face slowly. I swallowed hard, allowing his head as far into my throat as I could. My nose was tight in his crotch, his pubes rubbing against my face. I held only his legs, pulling myself closer too. All the while my throat was working his head and shaft. I pulled back coughing and spluttering. Brett slapped his cock on my face, and then I dove back down swallowing him to the root again. It was a wet and noisy blowjob. I knew we were drawing attention. There was nothing subtle about what we were doing. Now, looking back, that is absolutely what I wanted. The element of having an audience gave me a whole new thrill. Brett was panting. His beautiful chest rising and falling quickly, and one lone trickle of sweat snaked its way through his chest hair to get lost in his lush pubes. He laced his fingers into my hair and held me tight. I felt his balls brush against my chin as they contracted. Heavy ropes pumped from his cock head deep in my throat, as he roared through his orgasm. He slowly pulled out, the last few shots landing in my mouth, filling it quickly. I swallowed hard, and then looked up at Brett’s smiling face. “How was your first public blow job?” “Fucking amazing.” I pulled his face down to me and kissed him, the taste of his cock and load still on my lips. “That was fucking hot,” a pleasant low voice said from over my shoulder. I legitimately felt panicked. I spun around on my heels still squatting on the ground in front of Brett. Brett for his part didn’t seem to worried, he lazily tucked his partly deflated member back into his shorts, and smiled at the new comer. I found myself looking up at a medium height man, with shoulder length wavy brown hair the crown of which was pulled back into a tie at the back. He has a deep golden-brown tan, the sort that only comes from lots and lots of time in the sun. His had no shirt on, his chest well defined and smooth. Up from the waistband of his little white basketball shorts erupted a dense dark treasure trail that shot up a few inches above his belly button. He smiled a big broad smile, full of bright white teeth. “I’m Josh,” he said, holding a hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. I introduced myself, and Brett who was now pulling his cut off shorts on with absolutely no sense of urgency whatsoever. “You two boyfriends then… or…” “I um…” I faltered, “just roommates.” “Oh, sorry. I assumed ‘cause you were here just hanging out for a while, and then the fucking sexy blow job you gave him… damn. I wish I had roommates like that.” Brett stood up and put a hand around my shoulders, “We’re a little more than just roommates.” My heart fluttered. We haven’t discussed being in any sort of relationship. Honestly, I’m not sure I know how to be in a relationship. I’ve had girlfriends before but that never worked out – I guess for reasons that should be obvious by now. I don’t know. Brett is my best friend, and has been for year. Yes absolutely our relationship is more than that now and I certainly care about what he thinks and don’t want to mess anything up between us. But… could I? Do I want to? There was something in how Brett looked at me this afternoon that made me wonder if there was more on his mind. Like he almost looked hurt that I had defined our relationship as just roommates. He didn’t dwell on it for long though. He shook Josh’s hand, and said, “You here on your own?” “No,” Josh gestured to a group behind him, next to the nude sunbathers, “I’m here with a couple of guys.” They all waved, seeing that we were looking in their direction. “Full honestly, we saw Nick… right Nick?... get on his knees and it was hot as fuck so… they dared me to come over and introduce myself and invite you guys to join us. We’re just hanging out and drinking. No real plans.” “As it so happens that is exactly what our plans were – what do you say?” Brett said turning to me. “Absolutely.” We gathered our things and followed Josh over to his friends. There were three others besides Josh, all looked to be in their mid-twenties. Josh introduced each one, and they gave a smile and wave. Eric, pale and freckled, lay reclined against an old barrel that he had covered with a blanket. His narrow chest is covered in bright ginger hair that perfectly match the curly mop on top of his head. He had on short athletic shorts, and tube socks pulled up. Though he wasn’t doing anything to draw attention to it, it was hard to not notice just how large a bulge pressed forward in the crotch of his shorts. Mike was next, he has close cropped black hair combed over to one side like something out of the 1960s. Hes got a sort of All-American look to him, like Wally Cleaver. His thin tank top hung loosely about his athletic frame showing off an almost entirely smooth chest except for a dense dark patch between his pecs. After he waved in greeting he put both hands behind his head exposing the thickest looking hairiest pits I have ever seen. Last in the group was Tony. Brown hair feel forward in a fringe unkept fringe over his bushy eyebrows. He’s face is big and square, and sports a thick beard with accompanying moustache. At first glance he looks older because of it, but then you see his eyes sparkle betraying his youth. He had no shirt on, his impressively hairy torso on display. His tight bellbottoms were slung low and unbuttoned at the waist, revealing white briefs beneath. His Bronx accent is so thick that when even it was apparent just in him saying hello. Brett and I lay our blanket out and joined them, each opening another beer. Josh did a lot of the talking at first. He explained that Tony and Eric had dated once upon a time, but had gone back to being friends quickly after their break up. Josh and Mike were roommates, and Mike was Eric’s best friend. The conversation flowed easily. We talked about our jobs, our aspirations. I told them about wanting to be a writer. Brett to my embarrassment, started bragging about my writing. I just sat there and blushed. “How did you two get through The Blackout,” Tony said. He said it in a way where the emphasis made the capitalization of blackout unmistakable. A month later and it still held New York in a sort of spell. I guess it will probably be like that till the next astonishing thing rocks the city. “Well…” I demurred, taking a big sip of my drink. “We got drunk and I ended up taking Nick’s virginity.” “Brett!” I said, in mock anger. The group laughed. “Now you have to tell us that story,” said Eric. Brett grinned, “Alright. So obviously nothing fucking works cause the powers off. So we’ve got probably three candles lit, a bunch of beer thrown in a cooler with all the ice we’ve got and we’re just sitting in our little apartment. With the fans off its hot as hell. I’m not saying that I planned it, but the beer gave me some courage. So I ended off stripping to my briefs and then Nick did too…” It was hot hearing Brett tell the story of our first time. I quickly had to readjust my boner so it wasn’t pressing as hard against the pouch of my jock. As Brett got to him eating my ass for the first time it was obvious everyone was hard. Tony slid a hand down the front of his briefs and moved his cock off to one side, a thick shaft now outlined in the tight denim of his jeans. Eric’s little athletic shorts looked like they were about to burst when he pushed his cock up towards the waistband. I was honestly a little surprised it didn’t pop out of the top of his shorts his bulge looked so big. Josh put one leg up as he reclined, allowing his dick to slip down the leg of his shorts. Mike just let his erection throb and bulge against the fabric of his shorts, obvious for anyone to see. “Fuck that’s hot,” Tony said at the end of Brett’s recounting, “My first time was in my parent’s basement with my older brother’s best friend.” “Well, we shared,” Brett replied cheekily. “Alright. Well. Ok. I’m fifteen at the time, my older brother is two years older than me. At the time I wasn’t the epitome of manliness you see before you today.” “Yeah, so manly that if he ever shaves off that beard he looks twelve,” teased Eric. “Bite me. Baby face doesn’t make my dick less fat.” “Whatever, just tell your damn story.” “I’m trying. So, I was kind a scrawny kid. I sucked at sports and preferred drawing and art.” “Hence the ever present sketch pad,” Mike gestured to a pad lying next to Tony. “Our basement had a separate door, so its how my brother and his friends would sneak back in if they’d been partying or something. It was just about the end of their senior year, and they’d been to a party at some girls house and were absolutely blasted. I hadn’t expected them to come home yet so I had camped out in the basement watching some shitty old movie on the TV and drawing. I already knew I was gay, I figured that out when I was like eleven, and being the resourceful homo that I am I used to draw my own porn. This particular night, and I don’t know why I remember this so specifically, I was drawing a picture of Batman blowing Superman. Not wildly original I know. “Anyway, my brother and his friend, Travis Hinkle, come crashing back in through the basement door completely drunk. My brother was completely obliterated. It took Travis and I both to get him into the big arm chair. Well, I’d been so startled by them barging in, that I hadn’t closed my sketch book, and after my brother had passed out Travis picked it up. When I tell you I thought my stomach was going to fall out of my butt when he said ‘what’s this?’ “I stammered something absolutely unintelligible, and then he said something like, ‘are you a queer?’ I panicked, completely, tried to make something up. I think I even claimed that someone had paid me to draw it. I’m still babbly when Travis just grabs my face and kisses me. I’d never kissed anyone before. Im sure I just stood there frozen like a dead fish at first, but I think I eventually figured it out and kissed him back. To this day I remember exactly what he said next though, ‘Its ok. I’m a queer too.’ His hands were all over me while we were kissing. Mine started to wander too. I felt drawn down to his crotch. Like it was some instinct. “I don’t really know how, but our shirts came off, and then our pants. We were in the back of the basement by this little poker table my dad used sometimes, both in our underpants frantically making out. At one point my brother let out this huge snore and we both froze and then burst into stifled laughter. Travis was the one who suggested I suck his cock, and when I said I didn’t know how he said he’d teach me. Looking back his cock was average but at the time it seemed and impossible thing to swallow. But I did, because I am a fucking champ.” “Just tell your story, champ.” “Fuck you. He told me to pull off cause he was going to blow, but I kept sucking and he shot right in my mouth. It was like fireworks exploded in my mind. Holy fucking shit this is amazing, I thought. I didn’t expect anything in return but Travis had us swap spots and he pulled my briefs off of me. Now, most of you know I’m a little on the thick side in the cock department,” Eric rolled his eyes so hard it was almost audible, “So Travis’ struggled a little but I ended up quickly shooting my load down his throat too. “The next weekend almost the exact same thing happened. And the weekend after that. After about four weeks of swapping blow jobs I decided I wanted to try more. So with my brother passed out drunk like ten feet away I got Travis flat on his back on the floor, got his cock all covered in spit, and rode the fuck out him. He’d never fucked anyone before, and he came so fast. It was amazing. I fucking loved feeling him unload inside me. We fucked that whole summer before he went off to college.” “Fuck,” I said appreciatively. “Alright, my turn,” chimed in Mike. “Let me guess your football coach bred your sweet hole after practice and you never looked back?” Teased Josh. “No, well, close but no. I had just moved to New York the week after I finished college, desperate to get out of Iowa and away from my Bible thumping parents. I knew as soon as I set foot in the locker room in high school that I was gay. I spent every shower after football desperately thinking about anything but the other naked guys on either side of me. Then, basically every day I would rush home a furiously jerk off thinking about what it would be like to play with one of their cocks. “I had, I guess just from how you sort of pick thing sup in the world, heard that the gay scene in New York was in Greenwich. So I made my way across town from my shitty little apartment on the east side after having been in the city for all of like three day.” “Our apartment is still shitty and little.” “Hey, it’s my turn to tell a story. You can mock my apartment later. Anyway. I had no idea where I was going besides the Village. I just walked until I saw something. It ended up being Ramrod I was not dress remotely correctly, in jeans and a black shirt but the man in leather standing outside was exactly the sort of man who had been floating through my fantasies for my while life. So little twenty-one-year-old me hiked up my pants and went it. “I felt like I had come home. It was all red lights, and man sweat. I got a drink, trying hard not to be caught staring or to let on just how nervous and excited I was to be there. I stood next to the bar, close to a wall just taking it all in. My dad’s friends had always been hotter to me than the guys on the football team – though I was certainly into them too don’t get me wrong. That night it felt like the whole bar was filled with guys my dad would have hung out with. Except they weren’t in suits or polos; they were in leather vests, or harnesses, they had tight jeans on and chaps, there were guys just wearing jockstraps. Big hairy guys, some hulking piles of muscle others with comfortingly sexy round stomachs. I felt like any one of these guys could have wrapped his arms around me and kept me safe forever. “Eventually the bartender came back around to me, he asked me if I was new, and when I said yes, joked it was pretty obvious. He gave me a drink on the house and then darted off to help someone else. After that he kept coming back every few minutes to chat and check on me despite it being pretty busy. After I’d been there for a couple of hours, and had had maybe one too many free drinks, the bartenders suddenly appeared in front of me. Standing not behind the bar I finally appreciated him fully. A little taller than me with short hair, a big bushy moustache and long sideburns, his big burly chest stretched open the leather vest he had on, and his thick stomach stuck out slightly over the top of his tight light wash jeans. He had big heavy combat boots on, that I can specifically remember.” “You remember them because you spent four months searching every shop below fiftieth looking for your own pair,” teased Josh. “Yes, well they had quite an impact on me. He introduced himself as Steve and said he had just finished his shift but didn’t feel like going home just yet. His replacement behind the bar got us each another round, and we stood there talking. For hours. We just talked. I told him about my parents, how if they knew how I was they would never speak to me again. He said that his family had no idea either, he was just a perpetual bachelor in their eyes. He understood me. After all that time in high school and college, hiding who I was and never really feeling like anyone saw me here this man who had only just met me understood exactly what I was feeling. It was exciting. My family didn’t feel quite as terrifyingly important for a minute. “At some point we went on the roof and smoked a joint. It made us both giggly and touchy. I kept rubbing my hands on his big hairy arms. When he tossed the last tiny bit of the butt away he suddenly wrapped me in this warm tight bear hug. And I did, I really did, feel that safety crash over me. I could have stayed in that hug forever. Then with one hand he softly tipped my face up to his and kissed me. His mustache brushed against my nose, and his tongue pressed softly into my mouth. I felt like my whole body had turned to liquid and I was just melting into him. I pressed myself against his warm hairy chest as hard as I could. My arms were locked behind his neck. I must have seemed so desperate but I didn’t want that moment to end. He just kissed me and kissed me till I finally relaxed. When we finally broke apart the fear of loss was gone, and was replaced by joy. I had kissed a man for the first time and the world was still here. More than that I had kissed a man and it had been amazing, and he was there right in front of me smiling. “He took my hand and lead me back down into the bar. We must have been on the roof for hours because it was all but empty. Just a few regulars and the staff left. We sat at the bar, his arm draped around my shoulder and had one more drink before without really talking about it he led me out of the bar, down towards Battery and up the steps into his apartment. “He never asked me if I’d been with a guy before but it was obvious he knew that he had to be careful with me. We slowly undressed in his bedroom. I finally pressed my naked torso against his belly. The fur on his chest felt rough but inviting. I sank to my knees without him ever telling me to while he undid his belt. Then his pants hit the floor and I was face to face with my first cock. He was already hard, our making out had both of us worked up. Even then never having seen a hard dick besides my own I could tell it was thick. Not wildly long but beefy just like him. I stretched my mouth open and tried to blow him. I knew I was doing a terrible job, but he guided me over to the bed and coached me threw opening my mouth and taking him inside me. Slowly I got better and I slurped on his cock till my jaw hurt. “When he pulled me up onto the bed and finally took my own pants off I assumed he was going to blow me too, but he positioned me flat on my back and lifted my legs into the air. He held his hands under my ass and dove in. I think I screamed. His tongue was immediately inside me. He made some comment about having an ass made for fucking.” “I will second that,” said Josh. I wondered if this whole group had fucked around with each other. “I swear to you he ate my ass for an hour. I was sweating and shaking. The only thing I could say was ‘fuck, and please.’ It was truly amazing. When he let my legs down and crawled up my body to kiss me I felt like my whole body was live with electricity. He was still between my legs and he shifted while we kissed. I feel like it was instinct that made me lift my ass a little and tilt my hips. His cock head hit against my hole, and I remember letting out a little whimper. ‘Hold on baby,’ he whispered in my ear and spat into his hand. I think I stopped breathing. I knew what he wanted and I thought there was no way that his dick was going to fit inside me. But it did. Like fireworks going off. I shot my load all over myself literally as soon as he got balls deep inside me. He looked impressed but also a little disappointed till he realized I hadn’t gone soft. He kissed me and started to fuck me. I was so turned on I could have come a dozen times and would never have gone sort. It was one of those long steady fucks that leaves you feeling well used when its over. We passed out with his cock still rubbing against my hole while his load soaked into me. “That was it for me. I was fucking hooked. I went back to Ramrod almost every weekend for months.” “And that’s the story of how Mikey started taking loads from the bar staff at Ramrod.” “I would be mad if that wasn’t true.” Mike slapped Josh playfully in the chest, a big grin across his face. “Bit rich of the guy who last week was strapped to a sling in the baths begging me to fuck him to bottom shame me though.” “Oh I was not bottom shaming, I was just stating facts. We all know you’re a switch hitter.” “Damn skippy.” “Alright, Josh, Eric your turn.” Tony said, laying back sipping his drink. Josh sighed, and said, “Ok… The tale of how Josh Melony became a big nelly bottom.” Everyone laughed. “The year 1972, Shit Hole Illinois, at the only gay bar in town. A newly eighteen-year-old, even more baby-faced version of myself nervously snuck out of my parent’s house two weeks before leaving for college. The closet gay bar isn’t exactly in town but one town over. No one ever really was told that it was a gay bar it was just something that everyone knew. ‘Only queers go there,” that sort of thing. So, I was nervous as hell pulling up. I ended up parking around the block and walking as quickly as I could. “The Round Up, why it was called that I have no idea, was this little standalone brick building, off a side road. It didn’t look like much honestly, it could have been any dive bar from the outside. My heart was in my throat as I walked up to the door. I’d expected to be stopped or there be a door man or something, but no. I just walked right in. Honestly inside it didn’t look much different from any bar. The only real difference was everyone was male. “I kinda nervously picked my way across to the bar, and ordered a drink. I didn’t really drink at the time and had only been in two other bars with my parents. I had no idea what to so. I just perched on a stool and sipped at something that made my throat burn. Then there he was. My high school science teacher: Mr. Reynolds. Mr. Reynolds was the teacher that every girl had a crush on. He was younger than most of the others, probably barely thirty at the time. He had kinda unkempt messy hair, and always just looked cooler than any of the other teachers. He never wore ties, but had his shirts open at the collar. This had always enticed me as it gave a little glimpse to the wild explosion of hair that covered his chest. He wasn’t dressed that differently at the bar. Maybe his pants were tighter; but his shirt was the same, just much much more open. He had maybe two buttons at the very bottom done, right before being tucked into his pants. Now face to face with the chest I had only caught glimpses of before I was speechless. He looked so much less young and cool like this, he was more manly, more sexy. “‘Josh, are you sure you’re in the right bar?’ I kinda giggled and blushed and then looked him dead in the eyes and said, ‘Yes.’ He said something about always having suspected and then sat down next to me. He was really sweet, still teacherly. We talked about the need for discretion, neither one of us really wanted people around town to know we were there. After a while he asked me rather pointedly if it was my first time in a bar like that. A little embarrassed I told him yes. “’But you know you’re gay?’ He asked. “’Yeah,’ I told him, ‘I’ve never been interested in girls. It’s always been boys. Gym was hell for me, all those guys in the shower.’ We both laughed. ‘And the couple of hot male teachers didn’t help either.’ “’Hot male teachers? Who might those be?’ “My resolve faltered for a moment, and then I just went for it, ‘Well, you for a start,’ and then bold as anything I reached out and ran my hand up his chest. I felt that hair between my fingers, and it was everything I had dreamed it would be. Thick and dark, it felt rough, and so masculine. I was instantly hard. I also knew right in that moment I what I wanted. While Mr. Reynolds was still catching up I stood up off of my stool and kissed him. It took a second for him to respond but soon his tongue was wrestling mine. His hand was in the small of my back pulling me close. “’Have you ever been with a guy?’ “’No, but I want to.’ “’I’ll go easy on you then, at least at first.’ He got up. ‘Follow me,’ he said, and lead me further into the bar, and around the corner. We went through and Employees Only door and he said ‘I’m friends with the owners,’ by way of explanation. We were now in a small office behind the bar. The music still bled in through the door, and we could hear the chatter of the men beyond. He started kissing me again almost immediately. He undid his shirt as we kissed, then pulled mine off over my head. I ran my hands up and down his chest, I remember flicking my fingers against his nipples and feeling him let out these little breaths into our kiss with each one. “His hands ran all over my body, and kept squeezing my ass. Every time he did I pushed my ass back into his hands. He was the clearly in charge though, he decided when it was time to undo my pants, and force them and my briefs around my ankles. I guess unlike everyone else’s first time mine didn’t start with cock sucking. I was spun around and bent over the desk. Before I could say anything, my former high school teacher’s tongue was pushing into my ass. I remember almost shouting in surprise, and then the shout being swallowed by a long moan as the pleasure washed over me. “He worked slowly but deliberately. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced it in quite the same way again, but I felt like I could feel my hole opening for him. He forced his tongue inside me again and again. I know that people on the other side of the door must have been able to hear me. I was just hoping that the music was loud enough to drown me out. He eventually spat a huge mouthful of spit onto my hole and straightened up. He lent across me, his chest pressed into my back and whispered in my ear. ‘Take deep steady breaths, this will only hurt for a minute.’ His cock pressed into me. ‘Push out,’ he coached. I did as I was told, and his head popped inside. There was no chance that someone didn’t hear the scream of shock and pleasure I let out then, Jesus. It felt… fuck… it was perfect. I understood myself more in that moment. I had always been afraid of what sex with men would feel like but it was just amazing. He pressed the rest of his cock into me slowly. I was just moaning. “Then he fucked me deep and hard. The desk was rattling, I was whimpering, he was panting. He just pummeled my hole, till I thought I might never be tight again. I remember drops of sweat falling onto my back. I remember the smell that started to fill the room, like all of the most intoxicating parts of a locker room. Then his hands tightened their grip on my hips, he fucked me even harder. I knew what was coming. He roared and punched his cock into me a few more times before holding it as deep inside me as it would go while he shook all over. I felt every pulse of his dick. “He was still shaking when he kissed the back of my neck and pulled out. ‘Stay right there.’ He whispered. He pulled on his clothes and slipped out of the door. Honestly today, I probably would not have just stayed bent over the desk, but I was so smitten with the man who had just taken my virginity that I didn’t even think about moving.” “Didn’t you spend like three hours on your knees at a sex party like two weeks ago?” Tony asked. Josh paused for a moment, and then grinned, “Ok well yeah, maybe I still would. Anyway! I was there for less than five minutes when the door opened and Mr. Reynolds came back, but this time he wasn’t alone. Mr. Jackson, an English teacher at my school too was with him. Mr Jackson was a little older then Mr. Reynolds, probably in his forties at that time. He was kinda the perfect nerdy bear. Square framed glasses, nice close trimmed beard, he always seemed so buttoned up at school. He looked so different in the bar that it took me a moment to place him. He was wearing tight jeans and a black leather harness over a narrow but well defined torso that was just fucking covered in fur. “He said something like, ‘Fuck Josh, you certainly grew up.’ “’He’s grown up a lot in the last twenty minutes,’ added Mr. Reynolds, ‘I just bred him for the first time.’ “Mr. Jackson came over and got really close to my face, ‘Did you like getting fucked by Mr. Reynolds?’ “’Yes.’ “’Do you want to get fucked again,’ he stood up and undid his jeans. A big veiny uncut cock sprung out of his fly. I gulped and nodded yes. I guess that was all he needed to hear because immediately after he was behind me working his cock in my ass with just a little spit added to Mr. Reynolds load. He was rougher than Mr. Reynolds, and took full advantage of my already fucked hole. I just let him use me. I already loved it. When he came inside me, I thanked him. “Now that they both had cum, they flipped me over on the desk so I was laying on my back. They put both of their cocks in front of my mouth and I licked the ass juice off of them while I jerked off till I shot my load all over myself. After that we all had one more drink before I went home. “I’ve never seen Mr. Reynolds again, but just about every time I’m home I see Mr. Jackson at that bar and he fucks me again in the little back office.” “Well now I’m just fucking hard,” I remember saying, we all were. The stories had turned everyone on and sexual energy was crackling between us all. All eyes turned to Eric, the only one to have not shared. Eric grinned and said, “Mine’s not really as hot as all that.” “Doesn’t matter,” Brett said, “I’m sure its hotter than you think.” “Ok, ok… um… Well we were both councilors at this summer camp after out senior years of high school…”

Looks like breakfast is served 👿

When I was in middle school, this bully told everyone I shoved a cucumber up my ass. Years later, I actually did it and it was pretty amazing. Thanks for the suggestion, bully!

My birthday and Halloween are around the same time so I always celebrate big. It also marks the end of Locktober when my cock is locked away in its cage. By the end of the month the horn is unstoppable. I was sitting in the steamroom at the sauna thinking what I could do to celebrate becoming a real man at 30 and the season. There were a few other guys around; an extremely skinny tired looking twink and a stick thin older man and a bear. Just then a fit jock swaggered in and sat down. The twink said “hey, wanna play?” and the jock replied “not with you, bug boi” and with that got up and walked out – the bear followed. The old man said “stupid lad, doesn’t know what he’s missing” and the twink pulled out a monster cock and winked. I instinctively removed my towel and the twink noticed. He said “you horny enough to take this weapon?” I nodded. “Your locked cock horny enough to take this toxic venomous snake inside you?”. I said “wow I’d been nearly a month and I’d let you do anything. The thought of a twink making me into a real man – a breeder is what I need”. The twink led me to his cabin, laydown and told me to get on board. He passed me a bottle of poppers and I sniffed greedily whilst he said “guys your age can’t resist my twinky charm – but I’m man enough to breed and young enough seed multiple times a day – if you want poz then push back”. I did, feeling his fat cock filling me. I rode him for a good ten mins before he pushed me off and onto the mattress, flipped me over and pushed in me – pounding me hard. He grunted and rode me hard until I felt his balls swell against my ass and he pumped ropes of toxic cum into me. He then unlocked the door, noticed the old guy sitting in a seat opposite and said “bet cause he’s locked he’s gagging for more”. I replied “yes daddy, breed me up”. The old guy didn’t need asking twice. He plunged straight in and pounded for a bit but came pretty quicky. The old guy said “thought you’d be another one of those dumb jocks who thinks they are too good for us". I said “sorry sir, guess I have been in the past, but now I’m becoming more of a man in so many ways”. The twink had a checky glint in his eye and said “think he should make up for it?” and the old man smiled and said “think he’s started already but yes how?”. The twink asked if I would be prepared to take all loads on Halloween and come to his poz party – every load poz except my converting balls and I’d get tricks and treats – beautiful men and men I might think we’re trolls. I said I would and to make sure I didn’t chicken out I’d stay locked to ensure my balls were blue and ready to bust. He replied that was perfect and gave me the address. I knew conversion was guaranteed…

There are a number of "telll's" that indicate how much is up there. If it's leaking out on it's own, the guy has been celebrating his Lusts for quite a while. That said, here are a couple: 1. I get on my knees if he's on his, pull his cheeks apart, and if everything passes the olfactory test, I look for leakage when the cheeks are pulled apart a bit. It's the sense of connection that I particularly love, so the volume isn't the key, it's the fact that I'm not the first. I do particularly love "volume", but it's the pleasure the bottom takes in acting on his impulses, and doing so proudly, with confidence that turns my crank the most. 2. After shoving my tongue in there, if there's a lot of Sperm, it becomes evident right away. If there isn't that also becomes evident. When there's a lot, I don't need to consume it all, I just get off knowing that there's a lot, and rutting in loads off other Cocks is fantastic to me. All I want is the confirmation that he's a cumdump - which, to me, means he's dealt with the cultural bullshit, done his intellectual/emotional work involved in becoming the man he needs to be, coming out of that process happy with who he is. 3. Not that I've ever measured, but if, for instance, there's a tablespoon right at the lips, there'll be more farther up inside. If there's almost none right at the back door, there won't be much farther up-stream either. When there isn't, I just enjoy what I've already rutted my tongue in, and proceed. Thus, there's however much the previous Cocks have shot, plus mine when I'm done, and I feel confident I haven't been selfish. 4. Frankly, I don't ask how many loads, and if the bottom tells me anyway, I pay little attention. I know what counts, and I can find that out without being told. Thanks for the question; hope this helps answer it.

Chapter 8 The guys watching the Kid and Commented “ This Kid is now getting spit-roasted and he takes it ATM”. The Motion made it looked like the Kid had one cock that was going the length of his body and he was getting slid on the man pole. You could tell the Kid was loving every bit of this. The Kid’s cock was semi-hard and was swinging between his legs leaking copious amounts of precum. One of the guys reached under the Kid and stared milking his cock. The Kid instinctively arched his back allowing the guy fucking him to get in deeper. The guy that was up the Kid’s ass said “ Christ ! His hole opened up and swallowed my cock then clamped down on it like a vise “. He also said “ This Kid’s ass is unbelievable “. The Other guy that was in his mouth said “ You should feel his mouth, he opened his throat when I went in “. The one guy that was up the Kid’s ass said “ I want to take this Kid home and enjoy myself all night, and the next day “. The Kid was enjoying himself and hearing how good he was doing wanted to get make the guys enjoy it even more and stared working both ends to give the guys more pleasure. Another guy came in to the clearing and heard some of this and when over to the Handler and said he didn’t have long but wanted to get a piece of the Kid’s ass. The guy had a cutoff shirt and shorts on. The two of them talked for a minute and came to an agreement and the guy was waiting his turn to work the Kid’s ass. The Guy in Kid’s mouth started grunting and then unloaded his second load of the night. The Kid choked a little but was determined to suck him through his climax and give him the best blow job he ever got. When the guy was done and started to pull out the Kid grabbed the guy by the butt cheeks and held him in his mouth, making sure he got every drop. The Kid moved one of his hands so that his fingers could massage the guy’s brown hole. The Guy stopped him and said “ You really want to get more but I am done for a while”. Seeing and hearing what the Kid was doing to the guy in his mouth got so excited that he stared to shake and went deep on several strokes. He was unloading his second cum od the night. He knew from experience that his second load was usually bigger and stronger. The Kid could feel every volley of cum that was being shot in his ass. He was using his muscles again to milk that cock of every drop. Between the excitement and the drugs hat were now at full strength in his body he was having a ball and didn’t want it to ever end. When the Guy pulled out of his mouth the Kid stared gasping for air and he was drenched in tine sweat. The guy in his ass stayed him for a bit trying to let some piss flow but he was to tried and even though the Kid’s young ass still had a firm grip on the cock embedded in his spun ass he eventually had to pull out. Partially because he was tired, and he also wanted to give the new guy a turn. When the guy pulled out the Kid felt a cool breeze enter his ass. He also noticed how empty he felt. Even though he was spun he wouldn’t have minded more drugs shoved up his ass or another hit on that magic pipe. A guy that was off to one was slowly jerking his smaller cock and watching the action the Kid was getting said this is really hot and I am about to shoot a five-day load. The handler said “ Don’t waist it, come over and Load this Kid, he will need a bit more lube in his ass to get him ready for what is coming next “. With that the guy went behind the Kid and aimed his cock at the sloppy hole pushed him self into the Kid’s quivering ass. The handler saw the wedding ring on the guy and had a devilish thought. He didn’t know if the guy partied any but tonight he was going to get a taste of it. He dipped a finger into his baggie and coated it with some of the ground up tina. The guy was straing to shake when the handler walked up behind the married guy, he asked him “ You want a finger up that ass ‘? The guy replied “ God yes “. The guy had no idea what he was about to get but the handler opened the married guys cheeks, spit on the hole and took a clean finger stared massaging the tight browney in front of him, teasing the orifice. The Kid hearing this and feeling that tickle at his opening caused from the guys cock, arched his back and bowed his legs allowing more access to his nether regions. The Handler took his meth covered finger and pushed it up the married guy’s ass. He stared twisting and turning his finger to make sure the drug would be packed in the married guy’s rectum.

**Part 2** After much discussion we agreed to meet at David's flat one week later. He had convinced me that he knew exactly what he was getting into and was fully aware of the implications it would have on the rest of his life and that he wanted it so badly that if I refused to be his donor he would just find someone, anyone else, to convert him. My scepticism about being his gifter had largely diminished during our meeting at the café. Actually 'scepticism' might be to stronger word. I just wanted to be sure he wasn't under any illusion as to what the possible outcome would be and that, as far as possible, he would have no regrets. At that time I had only been positive for less than a year myself. So far, I had absolutely no regrets. I had met several other poz guys and had some best uninhibited sex of my life. I had become equally versatile and enjoyed being a top as much as I had always enjoyed being a bottom. I hadn't even considered going on medication and would abstain from doing so as long as possible. One of the guys I'd seen a few times, Mike, had been diagnosed six years prior to myself. He looked slightly wasted to me but, said he had always been skinny and underweight. I loved our sessions together. He was completely versatile and we would spend whole weekends at his place just fucking each other. I would come away feeling completely drained of cum, energy and even desire, at least for a day or so. His tall, skinny build would lead anyone to believe he wasn't very well endowed, which couldn't have been further from the truth. His cock was eight inches of thick man meat. He was slightly younger than me and not particularly handsome, but that cock was absolutely beautiful. The shaft was thick enough but the domed head was gargantuan and looked slightly out of proportion to the shaft. When I had started conversing with Dave and it looked like he was a genuine prospect for converting I had told Mike. He told me just to be really careful how I handled the situation. Not to try and persuade him either way, just tell him all the facts and let him make his own informed decision. Otherwise, I could be accused of manipulating him or coercing him if he later regretted going through with it. I arrived at David's flat at just after eight PM on that Friday evening. I'd told him to make sure he was clean inside and out and had used a douch a few times to make sure, so there wasn't any barrier for the skin of my cock to be in physical contact with the walls of his arse. He was wearing a thin dressing gown and his hair was still wet from the shower. The material of the of the robe clung to his body. Having opened the front door he turned around and I could see his the outline of his bubble butt as he walked into the hallway. I pushed the front door closed. He lead me along the hall and into a sparsely furnished bedroom with a large bed, a wardrobe and a small chest of drawers. He turned towards me and I could immediately see how nervous he was. He was physically shaking. I told him to relax, that he was under no pressure if he wanted to back out and we could just have a coffee and I could go. Even before I'd finished speaking he told me that, no, he wanted it more than ever. He wanted me to poz him tonight. That he was just so excited a full of adrenaline at the prospect of me breeding him. I smiled and said okay, if your sure. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards me. He put his mouth to mine and his tongue in my mouth as we kissed. I slid my hands down the contours of his body to his hips. He was well muscled and firm, not an inch of softness anywhere on him. I reached around and with my hands on his buttocks pulled his hips toward me. I was already hard which was evident to him even through my tight jeans. I could feel that he had the beginnings of an erection through the soft robe against my own fully hard cock. God he felt good, he smelled good to. While we stood kissing I pulled open his dressing gown and slid my hands inside it, feeling his young flesh for the first time. He was soft and warm. I felt for his cock. He was hard now, uncut his foreskin still covering the head. There was a little pre cum leaking from the end and he gasped as I pushed his foreskin back along the shaft to reveal the domed end and rubbed a finger over the glands of his cock stimulating more pre-cum to flow. I pushed the robe from his shoulders and it fell to the floor by his feet. He was completely naked now. He had a perfect physique. Not like some muscle bound freak, but toned. His cock pointed up towards me and it was dripping copious amounts of fluid back along his shaft and over his hairy balls. I reached for his shoulders and turned him away from me. His young arse was taught with downy dark hair on his buttocks. I caressed his arse cheeks. Pulled them slightly apart. He shivered slightly and said he wanted me inside him. I told him to lay down on the bed and slowly got undressed. He was laying on his back watching me. I removed my shoes, then my jeans followed by my t-shirt and stood there in my pants. I had started to leak a little and the front of them had a wet patch. He gasped and said "Please give it to me. I want you to fuck, me poz me, please do it now. However, I was in no rush. I just said "Suck me" He got off the bed, got on his knees and was on me greedily within seconds. I asked if he liked the taste of my poz pre-cum to which he murmured something enthusiastically. I shoved my cock down his throat and held it there for a few seconds then allowed him to breath before plunging it back into his throat. I held it there slightly longer than the first time before letting him up for air. The third time I held it even longer until he began to gag and I could feel the muscles in his throat squeezing my the glands of my cock. I pulled my cock out and it was covered in the thick fluid from his gagging throat. He was still taking large gulps of air as I pushed him back on the bed face down. I pulled apart his arse cheeks. I was really horny now. I wanted to see his hole. The hole I was going to fuck, to breed, to rip apart and infect with my poz babies very soon. His hole was hairy. I pulled his buttocks apart even further to reveal his pink hole. He'd told me he had been fucked alot but, always with a condom, even though he'd begged to fucked bareback. To me his hole looked brand new. Like it had never been used. I slid my tongue along his crack and pushed the tip into him. He tasted clean. He moaned a little and begged me to fuck him. Soon enough I thought as I gently pushed the thumb of my right hand into his hole. Boy, was he tight. I saw a droplet of sweat run down his back and into the valley of his arse. I removed my thumb and replaced it with my tongue tasting the salty droplet as it reached his hole. My cock was seriously dripping now and I couldn't wait any longer. David was begging me to breed him and it would have been cruel to make him wait any longer. We'd discussed in depth how he wanted it and I wasn't about to disappoint him. I moved in behind him and placed the tip of my cock on the edge of his arse. Even though he was begging me I asked him if was sure. I heard the first syllable of yes but before he could complete the word I forced my cock in him. His hands were on a pillow and his fingers grabbed it as he cried out. I rammed my cock in him up to the hilt half a dozen times and left it there while his hole became accustomed to me being inside him. His hole felt fantastic. His sphincter seems to be caressing my cock, pulling me deeper inside him. He was sobbing now but didn't ask me to remove myself. After a minute or so I started to move my cock in him. Not really fucking him, just gently stretching him. A few more minutes and I took my cock out. The desired effect had been accomplished. There was blood on my cock. He turned over, looked at the blood on my cock and smiled. He looked at me and said "It's time" I just nodded opened his legs and inserted my cock into his hole. He was really excited now. His hands reaching round my arse and pulling me into him. His hole was still fairly tight, even deep within him the walls of his are seemed to be gripping the head of my cock. He was shouting now still begging me to give him my poz load. I was pumping him as hard as I could, trying not to cum to quickly. Sweat was pouring out of me and I was breathing heavily as I continued to fuck him. I could feel the pressure in my cock building. I wouldn't be able to hold off too much longer. My head was spinning. I was actually going to ejaculate my poz sperm into this neg guy and he wanted it, was desperate to have it. This is it, I couldn't hold it any longer. I shot my load into him. I don't think I've ever cum so much. It seemed to be pouring out of me. Spurt after spurt. It felt like my hole body was being forced out of my cock. Dave was shouting "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, Thank you" I collapsed on top of him. He held my head and were kissing passionately. He had had his legs around me, desperate to keep me inside him for as long as possible. After ten minutes or so I got off of him and surveyed the damage. It was only now that I realised he had cum while I was fucking him. There was a large pool of cum on his stomach and in his belly button. He told me he had cum almost exactly at the same time as me. There was quite alot of blood and sperm on the sheets. David saw this to and smiled. Knowing there was a very good chance I had given him the gift. I hope it's all he hopes it will be. He's going to keep in touch and is desperate to meet my poz buddies for a recharge.

dude this is so weird cause i was never into butt sex, i always thought it was just for fags.. but ever since my best bro helped me try meth, i noticed my butthole just keeps feeling suddenly wet and kinda looser.. I've known for a minute that this shit might be taking me over and messing up my mind, but as I started reading these messages I've been sending all my buddies, I started to really understand what happened.. dude when I smoke meth, it;'s so fuckin awesome, my butthole even tingles some and i kinda am getting obsessed with it, wanting to tell everybody about how it seems like my butthole is just getting looser and wet, even like, family, I feel like they need to know.. i know it's crazy, but bro meth is so awesome, do you wanna try it? will you show me your butthole if I get you high too, dude, I just fuckin love holes now, not like I'm gay but.. because i can't stop telling people and touching it, like rubbing my butthole's puffy lips and feeling it open up and, i think i need to put stuff inside it, i've never felt this, it's kinda insane - yesterday this football player lookin dude walked by me in the park while i hand my hand in my sweat shorts just touching my butthole. and when he looked at me for some reason i just put my legs up and asked him if he wanted to touch my pig hole too.. fucking crazy dude, but i guess i'm totally an actual fag now cause he just slid his big hard cock right in me and I just moaned, and when he said he was gonna nut in my fuckin butthole I didn't even try to stop him.. so have y'all ever like, heard of this bros? cause now you know i'm a faggot piggy boy, i mean, whoa, i don't know what, oinkkkk, dude, please put your cocks in me too, cum in me, i fucking need it oink.. i was a little worried that maybe id gone too far and this was all just the meth, but dude i fuckin love the meth, i don't think ill stop no matter what it makes me do.. i even started just shoving fat shards up my hole now and the more i'm oinking at dudes the more i just wanted to get higher, and dude, I never realized it but nothing tastes better than slurping on their sweaty buttholes and rubbing them all over my face, I just kinda feel like I have to, i can't believe I just literally suck on their holes for hours and I fuckin just love it so now my piggy faggot butthole is just like dripping constantly and i couldn't stop it, it tastes so good bruh, oink, it gets so slimy, so i tasted it and bro it's so fuckin good i just keep scooping out more, you can try it too, check this out, OINK BRO, fuck yeah, I basically just rub my hole all day and suck the slime off my fingers when i realized i was just letting these random dudes come in my apartment and slide their fucking dicks in me dude constantly, like big fucking cocks and i was so high i just laid there gooned out and thanking them for stretching out my ever looser pig hole, I suddenly realized my whole life was meant for me to turn into this cock-worshipping pig faggot cumdump, and I couldn't stop myself from messaging everyone I knew, even my old frat mates from college, straight and married didn't even matter i didn't realize they'd all been filming me too, breeding my pig faggot hole while oinked mindlessly and begged them to make my hole theirs, until my dad FaceTimed me all concerned and said he needed to talk with me about a video his coworker sent him.. but he hadn't even finished the sentence when i realized i was already on my back actually showing my fuckin dad my puffy sticky pig faggot butthole and begging him to breed me just like all everyone else does - surprisingly he just kinda stared blankly for a moment then got noticeably sweaty as he said he would just come over.. dad probably never really expected his first son to turn into a mindless pervy piggy cumdump for any and all cocks but i could never fucking stop now, now I know i was born to be a total fucking pig faggot and lick dude buttholes all day long, thank Sarah Palin for giving me my true purpose, FUCK YEAH METH BROS - but dad feeling the same way, fuck yeah, oink, I can't believe I hadn't been sliding my hole down the thick fuckin pig dick that made me my whole life, dad was this hot fucking faggot dad too and now I was so proud to give him my hole, fuckin awesome I kinda thought my brothers would feel weird about me sending them snapchats of me begging our dad to fill my pig faggot butthole full of his toxic poz cum - they didn't even know i was a faggot yet and here i was showing them how dad and me were both pozzed up pig faggots . but dad had agreed they needed to find out and i could tell by the looks in their eyes when they replied that my brothers were actually realizing they'd always secretly wanted to turn into junkie pig fags and cock slaves too, and I knew I better have dad bring home another bag of fat shards.. snapchat dinged again, with their buttholes already out and going, bro, check out how wet my butthole is suddenly, this is crazy, oinkk so now that all of our lives are totally focused on our wet loose pig holes and letting literally any dude any place any time shove their raw cocks in us, i don't have to worry nearly as much, I actually feel fuckin better than ever, being real family. and swallowing down all my brothers' piss out of their shrinking piggy tweaker dicks keeps me so spun out of my mind i don't even care who finds out what a fucked up pig faggot toilet i am now, i kind of want them all to know actually.. cause the more I tell them, the more I still get surprised how they already know, id never guessed how many of them would start breeding me too.. but now there's a new secret I feel building inside me and I'm not sure I can even tell you, but OINKKKK, fuck yeah, bro, I gotta tell you.. just hold on a minute, I kinda gotta let this out..

All it takes is dedication 3 For the next 12 days, I was fucked each day. It became something I craved throughout every waking hour. I had never turned down a chance to be fucked, but this was different. It was something with a purpose - though whether I was more driven than my gifter I will never know! Begging him to cum inside me each time was an amazing and liberating experience. On the second Friday night, after another mind blowing fuck, he said, "You should stay, you're getting there." I nodded immediately. "There's a duvet behind the sofa, you can sleep there." He noticed the disappointment in my face. "You're not ready to sleep with me yet, maybe tomorrow - if you're lucky." I didn't sleep much that night. The sofa was comfortable enough, but I was too excited. I had not had any doubts about getting pozzed since we had started. Now I wanted it so badly! I must have dropped off, as I awoke with him kneeling beside me gently stroking my cock. "Ready?", he whispered - almost immediately taking me by the hand and leading up up from the sofa to his bedroom. Hanging from the ceiling was a sling. "Make yourself comfortable", he smiled, helping me onto a chair and into it. "I've got something to show you", he said - undoing his dressing gown. His erect cock sported a chunky Prince Albert piercing, something that he had never worn before. "Beautiful, and effective", he said, "especially as I have run out of lube." He spat on my ass, and thrust himself into me, starting to fuck me hard immediately. The suddenness of it all took my breath away. Feeling the metal inside me was intense, and an incredible turn on. He was so focussed this morning, pumping away relentlessly. After a few minutes, he said, "Beg, beg - I need to know you really, really want to be Poz." I did my best, almost crying that I needed it so much. He thrusted harder than I had ever been fucked, finally gifting me his poison seed. He slowly pulled out, gently wiping his cock with a tissue. Smiling, he brought it up to my face. There was a definite, unmistakable hint of pink to the cum. "Great start to the weekend!"