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"Hey, how's it going. First time here?" The guy lounged back onto the bench, smiled at me and slightly spread his legs, his towel revealing up to his upper thighs. "Uh yeah, found the place online, sounded interesting." I replied. His smile got a notch wider, "Well it certainly is that, interesting. You want me to show you around?" I'd pretty much seen the entire place, but I nodded anyway, scared to be rude to this confident older dude, and I'll admit, a little turned on. He got up and I followed him back out to the corridor. He pointed out all the things I had already seen mostly, but left the cabin facing the counter till last. "This is my favourite room, best in the whole place, want me to show you why?" Again I nodded, nervous but excited. "Well, if you step inside, you'll see" he said. I walked into the room and saw a raised platform across most of the room with a rubber wrapped mattress pad on top. The cabin had maybe 4 feet of floorspace before you got to the platform. I felt the guy step inside behind me, closing the door behind him. "See, very cosy. Why don't you sit thereon the bed, make yourself comfortable, I have." I turned around, unsure whether I should continue with where this was headed, and was shocked to be confronted with the guy completely naked, his cock rising at a semi from his wiry pubes, already larger than mine which chose that moment to spring to full attention, maybe 3/4 the size of his semi-soft cock. It had a narrow head on a thick shaft above heavy low balls. At this point I realised he was smiling at my slack jawed staring. "Looks like we both like what we see, why don't you take off the towel and sit down" I did mutely, staring at his body as I did. He stayed standing and stepped in, leaving his engorging cock a foot from my face. "I'm John by the way. Why don't you touch it? It won't bite" His cock twitched as he said the word bite. I glanced up at his face, no doubt looking dazed, but he was smiling and I felt my hand drift up and gently wrap around his shaft, warm and slightly soft to the touch. "So, you here to feel things out? Experiment? You looked pretty uncertain out there, can be a bit much your first time." "Um, yeah, I've wanted to come for a while, but hadn't gotten the nerve" I said. "So what kind of stuff did you want to experiment with then? You enjoying holding my cock?", I nodded, "Well, why don't you give it a stroke" My hand felt awkward at this angle, but apparently it felt good because his cock soon became fully erect, his piss slit pointed straight at my face. As I continued to pump my fist over his hard cock, a drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip of his cock, now waggling in front of my face ever closer. My mouth opened, almost in shock, but he obviously took it as an invitation because soon the head of his cock was past my lips, a salty taste on my tongue. He proceeded to put his fingers through my hair and guide my head gently up and down the first part of his cock. I got over my initial shock and went with what he was guiding me to do. This continued for 5 minutes before he backed away gently removing himself from my mouth. "That was great, you must have done that before" I shook my head. "Well, you're a natural. I like your tattoo by the way, does it mean anything?" I shook my head, "Not really, just something I made up. I like your tattoo as well, really cool scorpion design." "Cheers. So, you wanna try some more firsts?" he asked. "Sure"

Found some new stories downloaded from Tumblr before it went done and have been going through them. Not sure who wrote most, as always if someone recognizes a story let me know. Have reviewed and fairly certain they meet guidelines. ============================ "Big Black Cock at the Bath House" So this story takes place back around 2010 when I was going to LA community college. I had been sexually active since back in high school, and once I got to college I had blossomed into a full time slut, taking advantage of any cock or ass that was available. It was really when I started going to the bathhouses like Steamworks or Midtown that I had cast off any last notions of ‘safe’ sex, and started taking any raw cock up for fucking me. I am sure I took a number of poz loads during that time, but I had yet to develop the ‘hunger’ for them, and rarely asked a guys status. That all changed on a fateful night shortly after Pride. I had gone to Midtown Spa that night after finishing classes and noticed that the parking lot was fairly sparse and guessed much of the crowds from Pride had gone home. I got inside and there were a few horny men, mostly older looking guys that eyed me as I made my way back. I moved toward the Steam room area which is where I normally like to start things off since I love getting hot, damp and sweaty. Just as I was getting there, a Big Black hunk of a man just stepped out from the steam area. This guy was huge and looked like he must hit the gym every day for the cut body I was looking at. His skin was coal black and glistened with sweat and water from the steam room and I guessed he must have been in there for a while. He had a thick, long, black cock that hung low and slapped against his legs. I realized he was the type of guy who could have asked to fucked any bottom that night and no one would have refused. I followed him around like a hungry puppy for a while until he headed into one of the back areas where there were cheap latex ‘couches’ and a bare mattress on the floor. As the guy entered he turned and looked me up and down for the first time. I knew a guy with a body as hot as his would be picky about who he fucked. Luckily, and not to brag, but at the time in college I was in gymnastics team and I was just as hot as the Black Daddy and knew I could get almost any cock I wanted. I chatted him up, talking kinky to him before I turned and laid naked, face down on one of the mattresses. He came over to me, placed his firm hands on my ass and began to kneel into position to fuck me. He slapped some lube on his cock and played with his dick until it was rock hard. Then he leaned forward and began working it into my ass. He pushed it way in, I thought all the way, but then after pausing for a moment, he shoved harder and it went way deeper inside me. He hit bottom in my ass and I was sure it was the biggest dick I had ever been fucked with. But then he even pushed harder and his big dick moved deeper inside me kneading my ass deep inside as he penetrated bend after bend inside my butt. I remember how much it hurt, I squealed with surprise at how deep into me his cock had gone. He stopped for a moment and roughly asked me "You DO want me to fuck you don't you?" I said yes but asked him to pause for a moment to let my ass relax around his huge dick. He waited for a minute or two. Then began to thrust his dick more slowly in and out of my hole. It felt like my whole ass was getting reamed and I didn't think I could take it very long. He reached his hand around to my face and pushed a bottle of poppers into my nose. I took a deep whiff as he continued to pump my asshole. Now I was getting into this scene. A second before I thought I couldn't take anymore but now I wanted his dick to punch my ass as hard as he could make it. He began to fuck me faster, his hands wrapped around my stomach, pulling my butt on and off his dick as he thrust into me. He had been on his knees behind the mattress but now he leaned over and forced his body against mine, driving his dick its full length inside me and I felt his giant balls squeezing into my ass crack as his shaft completely crammed its way into my butt. He started to groan and other people came closer to watch this black muscle gods body pump the giant rod into my hole. The guys watching were jacking off as the witnessed me getting fucked, the big dick withdrawing and then driving like a piston it full length back into my hole. He was fucking me fast now, and perched above me supported by his arms straight out and on his toes. I could tell he was getting close, his arms squeezed me tight and he learned forward. Just as I felt his body tense I hear him say. “You better enjoy my cock white boy, I am Poz and you are about to get my Poz Swimmers!” I lost my fucking mind when I heard this and shouted back. “Poz me up Daddy! Breed me, infect my hole!” I shouted! I had been a closeted bug chaser for a while back then, jacking off to stories on Bug Share, and now I was having my first real Poz Moment!!!! He fucked just a few moments more and yelled. "Ahhhhhh! YEAH! POZZING THIS HOLE!“ as his cum shot inside me. It felt like I was getting a hot, sticky enema and I knew he shot a huge load of cum deep inside me. It felt like his seed was burning me and I wondered if it was because I know knew his cum was POZ Infected! Gradually he slowed, withdrew his cock with minuscule movements, and sat back on his knees as he had started. I caught my breath, turned over, and looked at the huge cock that had just fucked me so hard. As I laid on my back I started jacking off, looking at the big dick on this black dude, remembering the feeling of it deep inside me. Knowing he was infected with a disease like HIV got me so hot. I started moaning under my breath. “Poz cum, POZ cum, Poz me up daddy!” Over and over. “Yeah that’s a good white whore! Like a boy that wants my Poz Babies!” He said and yanked my tits. He worked my tits while I yanked on my dick and pushed the poppers again in my face. I took a deep sniff and was close to cumming. Just before I shot my load he leaned over me, pushing his now limp dick into my mouth like a big salami. I sucked the remaining cum that dripped from the giant mushroom head as my own load shot up against his body. As we both lay gasping and catching our breath the full enormity of what happened hit me like a ton of bricks. “You really Poz?” I asked and I remember his smile “Poz for 6 years, but I have been on meds almost the whole time. I like to keep my body looking as good as possible.” He said “You undetectable?” I asked, still panting and covered in cum. “Maybe, Maybe not, last week my Doctor changed my meds so I am on a break. Maybe you got lucky” he said cryptically. A moment later he moved back, getting to his feet. Then he walked away without another word. The group of people who had been watching us began to dissipate. I laid on my back, out of breath, my ass pounding with sensation from the deep fucking I had just received. I didn’t convert from his fuck, so I guess the guy didn’t have a high Viral Load at the time, but that fuck awakened something in me and I started seeking out poz guys way more. Eventually I did get pozzed and went on meds as well, but will always remember that one special night.

Little did I imagine when I agreed to due a favor for a former girlfriend a few months ago that it would lead me to my first wild experience in man-to-man sex, bareback. Debra and I had dated for a while in college and ended up in the Bay Area afterwards where we were both in graduate school. We were still friends, so she asked me to help her on a school project. As part of her training to be a sex therapist, she needed to learn about gay men and their social life. She wanted to visited a gay leather bar, but the place would not admit a woman unless she were with a male patron. She asked me to be her escort. I knew of my own strong sexual interest in men, of course, but I had never acted upon these feelings or told her about it. Sometimes, though, women have a sixth sense about us. Debra knew more about me than she let on. When I showed up at her place, she told me she’d dress me for the leather scene. The next thing I knew I was wearing a black leather vest, studded leather wrist bands, tight leather shorts with a removable crotch piece that extended around to my ass, and leather work boots. “My, you look like a fag,” she remarked, in a matter-of-fact tone. The words stung a bit (I certainly wasn’t comfortable with the label then) and I reddened. Then I looked in the mirror I saw a gay man ready to cruise looking back at me. It felt weird – odd, yes, but also very erotic. I got an erection on the spot that I had a hard time concealing in my very tight shorts. She drove us in her car to the bar. Several men standing outside noticed me and whistled and made lewd remarks. Again I felt embarrassed but turned on. No man had ever made sexual suggestions to me and their comments made me aware of myself, or at least the parts of me they seemed to admire – my tight little ass, my slim build, my thick, pouting lips. Once we were inside, Debra turned to me and said with a smirk, “You’re going to be very popular in here tonight, sweetie. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And then she pulled out her notebook and pen and excused herself to do some interviews with the leather-clad gentlemen around the bar. I bought myself a beer and began to look around. Immediately I realized that I had never seen so many gorgeous men before. Most were attired in revealing leather vests, pants, and even a few thongs, and many wore various kinds of harnesses. Some were magnificent, muscular physical specimens; others were hairy and heavyset. There were also a few who looked more like me: smaller and slimmer, short hair and neatly trimmed beards. I took a deep breath and decided to enjoy the sights and fantasize about a couple of the hunks who caught my eye. While I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone come up from behind. Before I could turn around, a hand caressed my ass and another was wrapped around my chest. A man pressed against me from behind. I tensed up, near panic, and looked around for Debra, but she was across the room. The stranger behind me licked my ear and whispered, “Hello. What have we here: a pretty little chicken, a cherry ripe for picking. I want your ass tonight, sweet thing, and I mean to have it.” I tried half-heartedly to squirm away, but his forearm, beautiful and muscular, barred my escape. “I’m here with that woman,” I replied, pointing to Debra. “She needed a guy to get her in. She’s just doing some interviews.” My captor was not impressed. “I saw who you came with, but she ain’t who you’ll be leaving with. No, boy, you and I both know you WANT to be here. You’re a bottom man, a little butt boy, and I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a top before this night is out.” With that he let go and stepped away. I turned around to get a look at him as he walked around the bar. From behind he was built like a Greek god -- six feet tall, rock-solid muscles, a handsome tatoo on his chest and others around each bicep, dirty blond hair under a cowboy hat. He wore work boots, leather pants, and a harness. Studded leather bands adorned his well-defined biceps and thick wrists. Then he turned toward me and I saw that his face was as beautiful as the rest of him. His eyes were grey and he had a sexy stubble of beard. Our eyes met for a moment and I involuntarily ran my hand thru my hair, a flirting gesture I had seen many women perform. Then I tried my best to ignore him and my surging heat and desire to have him take me in any way he wanted. I looked away and checked out the other patrons. But every few minutes he’d pass by me, rest his hand on my butt, and even kiss my neck. Soon I stopped protesting. I realized I had to get out of the place soon or I’d be at his mercy and begging him to do whatever he wanted. Debra was nowhere to be seen, so I decided not to wait for her. I paid for my drink and headed for the door. My gorgeous admirer stood between me and the exit, a half-smile/sneer on his face, staring at me. I dropped my eyes but I was turned on by his gaze and felt like teasing him, too. Walking with one foot directly in front of the other, I wiggled my hips a bit. As I tried to pass him, he grabbed me. Before I knew it, he had pressed me back against the wall, my arms pinned behind me, his body pressed close to mine. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of his leather garb. His thigh found its way between my legs and my cock stiffened even more. I was overwhelmed by his strength and manliness, his steely grey eyes just inches from mine. “What’s your hurry, pretty boy,” he snarled. “You’ve been teasing me with your little ass all night, and now I want it.” “Let me go,” I protested weakly. “I’m not even gay.” “Then why are you still here?” he grunted. And then his mouth met mine. I tried to squirm away, to keep my lips closed, but I was helpless in his grasp. My inner desires, now bursting to the surface, took over. I stopped resisting his kiss and opened my mouth in surrender. His tongue entered, the most intense, deepest kiss I’ve ever experienced, one I never wanted to end. I sighed in pleasure and relief. With that he released his grip on my hands and embraced me. I made no effort o push him away – no, instead my hands began to explore his body, trace the incredible muscles on his bare arms. As we kissed I sensed someone watching. I broke our deep lip-lock for a moment and turned to catch Debra staring intently at us, with a knowing look. She winked at me and smiled. I said to her, “I think I’ve found what I need here.” She replied, “The two of you look so sexy together. Do you mind if I watch what happens next?” A shiver of excitement went down my spine. My new Adonis led me by the hand through a door in the back of the bar and down some dimly lit stairs, Debra trailing behind. We had to squeeze past men making out; one cute guy was down on his knees happily sucking the cock of an older teddy-bear type. I realized I did not even know my companion’s name, so I asked him. “In here they call me Drummer,” he replied. “And we’ll call you Sweet Lips, because you have such a pretty mouth.” We continued through a corridor with many small rooms. Some of the doors were closed, but through the open ones I saw male couples or groups engaged in all manner of hot man-to-man sex. I licked my lips and trembled with anticipation. Finally, Drummer found an empty chamber. Inside, under a bare light bulb, I saw a mattress covered with cum stains and a few pillows, the walls fully mirrored. Maybe not the most romantic spot to be deflowered, but I was too turned on by the whole experience to care. Drummer wasted no time. He kissed me fiercely, then pulled back and gazed down at me. “On your knees, Sweet Lips. Let’s see what that mouth is good for.” I kneeled before Drummer. I rubbed my face around his crotch, inhaling again the delicious scent of leather and sweat. With my tongue I traced the outline of his dick and his balls, then I started lapping. I felt Drummer fumbling with something and suddenly a leather band went around my neck. He ordered me to look in the mirror. I wore a studded black dog collar; he held my leash. I had never seen anything so sexy in my life. “Thank you,” I murmured. He yanked the chain up so our eyes met. “Say ‘Sir’ when you speak to me, Sweet Lips.” “Thank you, sir,” I replied, happy to submit, and I dropped my eyes. I resumed licking his crotch and was rewarded as the growing bulge showed his cock hardening. From somewhere within me a moan arose, my lust overwhelming all self-restraint even though Debra was right there. “Please, sir, let me taste your cock,” I heard my voice begging. Drummer grunted his approval and I pulled down his zipper. My reward was a beautiful piece of manmeat – his tool was a good deal longer and thicker than my own five inches, and it curved up. The mushroom head glistened with his pre-cum. I grasped his cock and stared at it for a moment, finally savoring the sensation of a handful of hard male flesh that I had dreamed about for so long. Then I started to pump Drummer’s cock and brought it to my lips. I ran my tongue back and forth across the tip, reveling in my first taste of jism. Right away I knew I was hooked for life. It was delicious! I took more of Drummer into my mouth and heard him grunt his approval. His rough hands on the back of my head forced me to swallow more of his manhood, until he hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. “Breathe and relax, boy,” he commanded me. I nodded and followed his directions. I couldn’t get all of him into my mouth, but he seemed quite satisfied with my first effort. Sometimes I bobbed up and down on his dick; then I’d stop and he’d fuck my willing mouth. From his moans and quickening thrusts I realized it wouldn’t be long before I was rewarded with my first load of warm, creamy spunk. Drummer’s body tensed, his head went back, and then his dick pulsed in my mouth and spurts of man-cream flooded my throat as I heard him roar his pleasure. I gulped eagerly, trying not to lose a drop, but a little seeped from the corner of my mouth. Then he eased his softening shaft from my mouth and rubbed it around my face, a trail of cum anointing me into the world of cocksuckers. “Congratulations,” Debra said softly. “You did that like a natural.” Drummer pulled me to my feet by the leash and kissed me deeply, his cum and our saliva mixing. Then he directed me to strip and kneel on all fours on the mattress. As I obeyed, he removed his leather pants, so he was just wearing his harness, studded bands, and boots. Drummer knelt behind me. Then he smacked my bare butt, hard, and I yelped in pain and surprise. Quickly, though, I realized my mistake. “Thank you, sir,” I gasped. He spanked me again. My cock had gotten even harder. Then I felt his tongue on my behind and in my crack. He found my butthole and gave me my first rimming. The sensation of his tongue, as it penetrated my shit chute, was electric, and it sent hot flashes directly to my rigid dick. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, Drummer paused for some lube. He greased up a finger and inserted it in my waiting ass. I took him easily. A second thick finger soon followed, and by then I was groaning with pleasure and dying to be fucked. “You want it, Sweet Lips?” Drummer sneered, mocking me. “You want my big cock in your cherry ass? Just like I told you when you first got here.” I looked behind me and saw that he was erect again. Debra said to him, “Maybe you should use a rubber.” Drummer just laughed. “Not in here, sister. This place is bareback only. Isn’t that what you want. Sweet Lips?” Now I begged for it. “Yes, sir. Please, sir. I need your cock, I need it so bad – like I’ve never needed anything.” I couldn’t believe I was saying these things, not with Debra still standing there. I didn’t care about the risks. For me at that moment nothing in the world mattered but to feel Drummer’s raw meat inside me. He kneeled behind me, spread my ass cheeks with his strong hands, and pressed the head of his dick against my butthole. I felt the pressure of the slick mushroom-shaped knob and winced at the burning sensation. “You can do this, boy,” Drummer coaxed. “Relax and push back on me.” “Yes, sir, I’ll try.” He pushed harder and I felt a stab of pain. Despite my lust I tried to pull away. “Ow, no, it hurts too much. You’re just too big.” Drummer slapped my ass, hard, and yanked on my dog collar to remind me of my position. “There’s no turning back, Sweet Lips, if you want to be my bottom boy.” He instructed me to breathe deeply and push back. His greased hand went under me and began to stroke my stiff dick. Suddenly, with an odd rippling sensation and soft sound, his dickhead surged passed my sphincter and into my back passage. “Oh, God, yes, yes,” I groaned, overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced, radiating out from my ass so that my whole body trembled. For the first time I really knew what it meant to “take it like a man”! Drummer went deeper and deeper until I felt his coarse cock hairs brush my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and I turned my head to tongue kiss him over my shoulder, sealing our moment of intimacy forever. “Thank you, sir, thank you for taking my cherry,” I murmured between kisses. Drummer pulled out slowly, leaving just the head of his shaft inside me, then pushed in again. He repeated his strokes, sometimes faster or slower, and each thrust sent a different kind of wave thru my boi-pussy. I had never dreamed that a cock could create so many erotic thrills as it penetrated another human being. He pressed a thick finger against my lips and I sucked it hotly, fantasizing it was another cock. Debra came over to me and rested her hand on mine. I smiled at her and said, “He’s fucking me, Debra, he’s really fucking me. It’s incredible. Why did I wait so long? This is the manliest thing I’ve ever done.” She gave me a little peck on the cheek. “I understand. You belong here now.” She told me she was leaving and to have fun – as if I needed the advice! When she had gone, Drummer pulled my leash to lift my head and whispered in my ear, “No more women for you, boy, right?” “Yes, sir,” I eagerly replied, knowing I had crossed the line into male sex for good. He sneered in triumph, “You’re a bottom man who’ll take any cock up his ass. You’re a faggot, and you love it.” Now when I heard him use that word it made me feel warm and excited, and I rejoiced in my new, true identity. Drummer reached beneath me and began to stroke my cock in time to his thrusts. His hand was coated with lube and felt so smooth as he jerked me off. Before long, all the sensations – Drummer’s thick dick plowing my butthole, his coarse beard stubble rubbing against my shoulder, my glimpses of our fucking in the mirrors, his tongue probing mine, and his hand pumping my cock – sent me over the edge, bucking into a mind-blowing orgasm way beyond any sexual peak I had ever experienced. I heard a voice crying, “Fuck me, sir, yes, fuck me, oh, I’m cumming, yes, YES!” and realized it was my own. Drummer gripped me tightly, buried to the hilt, as my ass convulsed around his dick. My arms collapsed, and my face rested on my leather wrist bands. “What a ride,” he chuckled as I lay motionless and exhausted. “Thank you, sir,” I replied. Though I was spent and satisfied, Drummer still had to take care of his needs. He pulled himself from me, leaving me empty for a moment, and turned me onto my back. When he rested my ankles on his shoulder, I realized I was about to be fucked like a woman. A thrill of excitement shot through me as I felt his dickhead press on my waiting fuckhole. He eased right in this time. I groaned as the sensations – the fullness, the warmth – again washed over me. I loved being able to play with his rock-hard stomach and his perfectly formed chest, to run my small hands over his thick wrists, my fingers tracing the metal studs on his wrist bands, and up his arms. I pinched his nipples and smiled at the reaction I provoked, for Drummer began to long-stroke my ass. Enjoying the new pleasure of letting my partner control the pace of our fucking, I clenched my ass muscles when he was deep inside. I felt like a slut and I started to talk like one. “Use my ass, sir. It’s your boi-pussy. Fuck me all night, sir, never stop fucking it. Seed me deep. It feels so good. More, sir, give me more.” His thrusts became faster, more urgent, more needy, until I felt one final great surge that I thought would split me apart. Pressing my legs down against my chest, Drummer kissed me deeply, his tongue plunging into my throat. I imagined the jets of his hot cum shooting deep inside me, the pulses slowly receding. Drummer went on kissing me for a while. I figured we were done, but he surprised me. “You were so good, Sweet Lips, now I’m going to introduce you to some of the other real men here. You’ll service them next.” I meekly agreed. Truth is, I was still so horny, I needed more. Drummer hooked my leash to a nail and left me naked on my knees. Although a couple of cute guys looked in, the leash told them I was someone’s property and they left me alone. Two minutes later Drummer came back with two men. One was a gorgeous surfer blonde who wore work boots and a studded leather ring around his cock and balls, the other a bearded, older man with a round belly, powerful arms and thighs, a leather harness, and a very thick dick. Drummer introduced them: the blonde was “Beach King,” the bearded gentleman was simply “Daddy,” which seemed apt. Daddy took my leash and order me to lie on my back on the mattress. Without any preliminaries, he proceeded to straddle my chest and grip my head with his strong hands. “I hear you’ve developed a taste for cocksucking, Sweet Lips,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Then he shoved his half-hard cock between my waiting lips. I opened wide to pleasure him. He thrust his manmeat deep into my throat, nearly gagging me. As I sucked furiously, his dick became stiff and oozed salty pre-cum on my tongue. I was able to run my hands along the backs of his large, muscular thighs, an incredible turn-on. Meanwhile, Beach King lifted my legs, pressing them against Daddy’s back, and probed my shit chute with one finger and then another. It was a strange sensation: pinned under Daddy, I couldn’t resist even if I had wanted to (and I sure didn’t want to object, as great as those fingers felt). I couldn’t even see my next anal lover. Then I felt the bulb of Beach King’s cockhead pressing against my sphincter and heard him grunt as he entered me. He slipped in easily, deeply, for my back passage was now used to man love. I could feel his cock ring with its studs rubbing against my ass cheeks with each inward thrust. Moans of ecstasy escaped my throat, muffled by Daddy’s cock. I was dimly aware that Drummer had come over to the mattress. His feet planted on either side of my head, he stood over me and offered his cock to Daddy, who swallowed it eagerly. My own dick was rock hard again from the friction of Beach King against my prostate. The room was alive with the sound of rutting men in heat and my almost-girlish moans; the smell of leather and sweat mixed with the funky aroma of my ass as Beach King plowed me for all I was worth. For me, who before this night had never had sex with more than one woman at a time, the entire scene was from somewhere beyond my wildest fantasies. Beach King came first, giving me what I wanted most, a throbbing dick shooting wads of jism into me. Drummer followed, filling Daddy’s mouth with warm cum, some of it dribbling down into his beard. Daddy pulled himself from my mouth and ordered me to stand up. When I moved too slowly on my trembling legs, he turned me around and spanked me. “Thank you, Daddy,” I promptly answered, now well-schooled to the discipline I deserved. He led me off the mattress toward a mirrored wall and ordered me to stand with my legs apart, arms braced on the rail in front of the mirror. While he pumped his cock a few times, I looked at myself in the mirror, cum on my face and hair, and saw a stranger gazing back, eyes glazed over with lust, a creature devoted to carnal pleasure. Yet I knew this was the real me, and I smiled. Encouraged by Drummer and Beach King, who stood next to us with their arms around each other, Daddy stood behind me and prepared to give my willing ass the love I craved. The large bulb of his dickhead pushed against my anus. Though I had taken Drummer and Beach King, neither small, I hadn’t experienced anything the size of Daddy’s piece. “Oh, it’s really big, sir,” I winced. “I don’t think I’m ready for it.” I should have learned by now that leather tops do not take no for an answer. Three sharp whacks on my backside brought tears to my eyes. “What did you say, faggot” Daddy barked, and yanked on my leash. I apologized and begged him to give me the fucking I needed. He pressed his thick tool against my anus while pumping my dick. Once more I felt, almost heard, the odd rippling sensation as my back passage stretched to accommodate the enormous intruder. I gasped when the head eased past my sphincter and heard Daddy mumble, “Good boy, Sweet Lips, take it in slowly.” Though Debra had left, I imagined her staring at me again, shocked at what she had caught me doing. Somehow that thought made me relax to take Daddy in. He eased in very carefully, pausing often to let me adjust. “God, he’s a tight one,” Daddy boasted to the other men. It thrilled me to accept the challenge of being fucked by Daddy while these beautiful, macho men looked on. I gave voice to my delight. “Ohhh, Daddy, you’re incredible. I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I want all of you, sir, please.” In a few minutes, I felt the hairs of his crotch scratch my ass cheeks – he had buried all of himself inside me! Daddy began to plunge in and out. He went slowly for a few strokes, then rapidly, then slowly, concentrating on his own pleasure. I felt like the well-used fuck slut I had become, and that thought excited me. Nothing mattered to me but pleasing Daddy. Sometimes he’d pause when he was deep within me and rest his enormous bulk on my back, his warm, round belly pressed against me. Then he leaned back and said, “Get to work, fag, and show me how you can use that little butthole.” As he held still, I began to bounce forward and back on his shaft, grunting each time he penetrated me to the core. Drummer and Beach King coaxed me, praising me for being such a terrific boy-whore. I reached beneath me to fondle Daddy’s heavy balls. That seemed to send him over the top. He pushed me forward, my face just inches from the mirror. Daddy thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping loudly against my thighs, and finally gave one last lunge that felt like it would come right through me and out my throat. The heavy pulsing of his cock, the shuddering of his body, and his heavy sigh told me that I had brought my third manlover of the evening to orgasm in my ass. When Daddy slid himself from me, my clenching ass muscles were reluctant to let go. I felt satisfied but empty, and I knew that the void would have to be filled again soon. Each of my top men kissed me tenderly. A look at the clock told me it was past two in the morning – I had been sucking and fucking for more than three hours. As I pulled my leather pants on, I thanked them for the best night of my life. Drummer told me he expected me back again the next night to continue my education. “What more is there to learn, sir?” I asked innocently. “Tomorrow,” he replied, “I put you in the sling and you learn to take my fist.” As he held up his clenched hand to my face, my eyes widened in fear and lust, but I knew my place. “Sir, I’ll come back tomorrow night.” And so I did.

Chapter Two: It is not my ass Before I knew it we were on a one way video call. I had my video activated so he could see and hear me. He just had his audio up so I could only hear him, not see which served to add to the intoxication. He spoke with a deep gruffly voice; - Cute. Very fucking cute. - Thank you. - SIR! Thank you SIR. - Sorry Sir. Thank you, Sir. - Remember boy, you will always address me as Sir. - Yes Sir. - I have been keeping a close eye on you sexy pig, and noticed when you first looked at my profile your profile stated ''Neg + PrEP'', and the next day you changed it to 'Negative.'' What is going on with that? - I have some issues Sir, and your profile triggered what I thought I had sorted out and put a lid on. - What issues are those then boy? - Fantasizing about getting knocked up. - You mean becoming HIV positive? - Yes Sir. - Then if it is just a fantasy why change the PrEP status on your profile? - Because ... *I paused* - Go ON ... ? - Because if I am really honest with myself, it is more than just a mere fantasy. - So, you want to become a nasty poz fAGGOT with everything that Sir and others have to share? * I gulped * so loudly it was audible. - I need more than a gulp. I need an explicit specific audible answer. - Yes SIR, I desire to be knocked up, to become HIV positive. Deep down I am a chaser. You have triggered this deep desire within me that I had buried. We arranged for me to go to his right now as strictly instructed. Upon arrival I would let myself into his porch, put my stash of PrEP onto the small round table in the corner, strip naked, put on the red rubber jockstrap and the leather blindfold, face the front door and place my hands against the door with arms stretched out and my lower back arch as to push my ass out for whatever Sir wanted to do with it. I was also instructed to wash the product out of my hair and come with it not styled. A few train stops and a short walk later I was at his front door that was ajar. I let myself in and got myself ready as instructed. As I stood there waiting I had a strong urge to fart, and I knew if I did cum could come flying out, so I was trying to hold it in. I soon heard footsteps coming closer until they stopped right behind me. I could hear his breath. I trembled. A little part of me wanted to flee, but the main part of me told myself that I had put myself in this POZition and that it was meant to be. Suddenly his freezing cold hands held onto either side of my torso, causing me to gasp at the contrast in the heat of ice coldness against my warm firm flesh. - Fucking sexy pig. I can see we're going to have a lot of fun. Now turn around. I started to tremble a bit harder as I turned around. Once facing this 66 year old t☣️xic stud he leaned into my right ear and as he twisted my left nipple really hard he spoke in his deep gruffly voice; - You want to be knocked up with HIV, is that it? - Yes Sir. - Then you have no need to tremble, do you? * As he said this he twisted my nipple harder again* - No Sir. - Good boy. Now kneel down before me. - Yes Sir. I knelt down where he then pulled my head deep into his Leather clad crotch. - That's it boy, you're safe here with Sir. Just let your inner pig go, give in to your strongest deepest desires of depravity and give yourself over to me. As he said those last few words he pulled me in tighter, gyrating his hips as he pushed my face deeper into his crotch. As I held onto the sides of his legs and feeling that sexy cool Leather I suddenly felt myself just let go. After a few minutes he pulled away and left, leaving me kneeling there. He came back and I heard him place a few items on the floor by me. - Now stand up. - Yes Sir. He pulled the red rubber jockstrap half way down my thighs and proceeded to put my stupid dick inside a steel chastity cage which he then locked. 🔐 - Do you like to play with your pathetic pointless fAGGOT dick, boy? - Yes Sir. - And you like to cum? - Yes Sir. - Well from now on you will learn that your cunt is your sole sexual organ. That is where you will pleasure yourself with toys when you masturbate, and where you will have all of your orgasms. Understood? - Yes Sir. I was not quite expecting this Dom-sub situation, but it felt all very natural. I was instructed to place my hands on the front door once again as I held my torso at an angle whilst arching my back and pushing my ass out. Sir suddenly started to flog my ass cheeks and the backs of my legs with his rubber flogger until my ass cheeks were a crimson rose colour. Having flogged me enough I was ordered to once again turn around... - Turn around and take 2 steps forward. - Yes Sir. Again I done as I was told and suddenly felt the flogger hit my abs, then my thighs, and abs again, and then .... 💦*Squirt*💦 .... I farted with cum from the gym squirting onto Sir's floor and down my leg. He scooped some of it up and sniffed it. - Oh what a nasty p🐷g you are, arriving already soiled. He shoved two fingers into my cunt. - How many loads have you taken today? - Two, Sir. - Well, you are still too tight for me. I only fuck cunt that is loose, gaping in fact. He shoved his fingers into my mouth, barking at me to suck and lick them clean, and once satisfied he made me kneel on the floor again, this time right in front of the cum that I had been holding in my guts. I could smell it. He went away and came back again and he proceeded to attach to my neck a leather collar, and leash. Once they were on me he pushed my face to his floor, barking at me to clean up the cum I had just dropped from my cunt. Once I had lapped up and swallowed everything that was there to have like a good little pig, I was brought up to his crotch level again. - Where did that cum just come from boy? - My ass, Sir. - NO .... He paused as though to give me time to correct myself. I was confused, what else would I call it? - I'm sorry Sir, I do not know what else I should call it. - Think about what I said about your sole sexual organ. - Oh ... erm, my cunt, Sir? - YES boy. That is how you will refer to it from now on. Understood? - Yes Sir. Chapter 3: ''The Haircut'', coming soon, if my readers want more that is.

It was the first time I'd really decided to explore this side of myself. I was just barely old enough to be allowed into a sauna, but I had been aware of their existence for a few years. I had read about them in abstract online, then been curious enough to actually search for them in the city near where I lived. And wow. Was that an eye opening internet search. There were a few different sauna's that appeared in the search, and man did I enjoy reading the reviews. There was the big, glossy looking website for the upmarket option, lots of pictures of a well-appointed gym atmosphere with steam rooms etc. There was the fairly basic website for the typical slightly sleazy place. But then there was the one that most caught my eye The website looked like somebody's friend had made it for £10 in the 90's. Plain white background, basic text, a few pictures of a plastic pole and plastic sheet hot tub, and prices. Including a student rate which definitely appealed to my impoverished student sensibilities. And it was right next to the train station that I would have got off at the city centre as well. I wasn't sure what awaited me there (although I kind of did, considering the reviews I'd read of sleazy older men). I couldn't stop thinking about the place, and felt too much like I wouldn't fit the aesthetic of the fancy sauna. I couldn't not go. I got a train into the city and climbed the stairs to the front door. The place had the tiniest, most nondescript sign at the bottom to guide me. When I got to the top I was very unsure I had the right place as I pressed the buzzer. I was answered by the door buzzing me in. I stepped into a small hallway with a counter opposite me with a 50-something guy behind the counter in a sleeveless top and loose shorts. "Hi, you wanting to come in?" He asked me. "Uh, yeah, do you guys do a student rate, I think?" I managed. The guy smilled, fuck, he was just my type, tall, shaved head, just the skinny side of muscly. He took my proffered cash, handed me a towel and a key and buzzed the second door. I made my way into a carpeted hallway with directions to head right for the lockers. I headed there, located my locker and began to strip, Just as I was pulling down my boxers a guy walked past the door towards the counter. The guy was maybe 60, thin legs and a slight potbelly over his skimpy towel. He leered at me, taking a good eyeful of my arse. I had just recently gotten my first tattoo on my hip facing the guy. I was slightly self-conscious of my made up quote when I noticed the guy had a cool blackwork scorpion on his lower abdomen, it was quite abstract and cool. He turned and spoke to the guy at the counter, "I was thinking of heading off, but I might stick around for a bit longer. Been a bit quiet today hasn't it?" "Yeah, just the regulars today" Scorpion-tattoo turned back around and walked down the corridor. I finished stripping, wrapped the slightly too small towel around my waist and walked after him into the sauna. The place had that scratchy tile carpet and bare plasterboard walls. I saw a couple of cabins with the hot tub just past them to one side, a cabin directly ahead of me and a small wooden sauna and a dark room with tiered benches facing a screen playing gay porn. I headed toward the darkened room only lit by the porn, an older dude fucking a twink bareback. I sat on a lower bench and leaned back watching the fucking on screen. A few minutes later the guy from the changing room appeared, and sat down beside me on the bench. More to come....

It's Halloween and I just turned 21 so I decided to celebrate by going to my first bar tonight. I have always been a good boy getting straight A's in school doing well physically going to the gym everyday so it helped to have a nice toned body that got me a lot of attention but I never acted on it. At 21 I was your typical blond hair blue eyed surfer type even though I never set foot on a board before. I spent all my time in the gym to get a tight body with a six pack and tight toned arms to go with it. All this went well with my dick and ass. I had a good 7 inches 9 when fully hard and with all the squats I do I have a well rounded bubble but that a lot I liked because I would see others checking it out when I walk by. Living in Ybor I had seen and heard of many places that cater to the gay crowed as well as the straight crowed and I never really defined myself as straight or gay because at 21 I am still a virgin and have only had experience with my hand. I have checked out both men and women that go to the gym I go to and thought both genders we attractive but can't decide which I like. I decided tonight was my night to find out. I picked out a costume and decided to go as zorro so I would have a mask on and no one would recognize me if I went to anyplace that my friends would go and be anonymous. I wasn't going to wear the shirt because I wanted to show off my body and underneath the pants I wore a kinky jockstrap that I found online with no front either. It was around 8pm and I decided it was time to head out for the night so I ordered an uber to take me to downtown Ybor where I could start my night. I picked the first bar at random and it was packed. There were all manner of people in costumes ranging from nice to very naughty and I was a bit scared. I went to the bar and ordered myself a drink. The bartender was an attractive man around my age with next to nothing on. I could see a pair of gold shorts on and a bowtie around his neck and nothing else. Seeing his body made me blush because it was much beefier than my own and it was shining from the lights and the body glitter he had all over himself. He smiled at me and chatted with me asking if it was my first time here and I nodded unable to use my words. He just chuckled and handed me a drink saying it was on the house. I thanked him and took a sip and he just winked at me and said he would hope to see me again tonight and went back to serving drinks to others. I turned around and leaned against the bar watching everyone dance, make out or bump and grind against each other. It dawned on me that my first choice of club was a gay club and I felt really comfortable and not at all shocked that some of the guys there had their cocks on the outside of their costumes and getting rubbed in public or the ocassianl fingers sliding in an exposed ass. I actually could feel myself getting hard in my jock. A few noticed as they walked by and more than a few slid their hands on it as they went by me and it felt great. I drank the rest of my drink and I flagged the hunky bartender down and asked for another. He smiled and said it looked like I was having a good time and nodded at the hard on I was sporting in my costume. I blushed again and nodded to him. He handed me another drink and said again it was on him and that any other drinks were on him for as long as I was there and if I wanted to keep the party going to be around when he got off shift and he would take me to where the real party would be. I told him sure and thanked him for the drink and took it with me as I went exploring through the club. I saw more and more acts of pleasure walking deeper and deeper in. I saw a wizard sucking an alien, a pirate rimming a doctor and a superman even fucking a batman and I was getting more and more turned on. All while walking through all of this I was being groped and I was completely at ease with it especially when I felt someone sliding their hands down my costume and playing with my hole. Their fingers were wet and it felt amazing making me groan a bit when they slid a finger in my hole. It hurt some since I never had anything in there before in my life but it soon became warm and pleasurable. I looked back and saw it was someone dressed as Captain America but instead of his costume he was completely naked and had his body painted as his suit. He looked amazingly toned like me standing about six feet tall and he had a huge hardon which looked about 10 inches long and as thick as a beer can. He smiled at me and added a second finger in stretching me open and I leaned back into him, lowering my pants and giving him more access to my ass. He licked my neck as he pushed more into me and whispered in my ear asking if I was having fun tonight. I yelped a yes as I felt his nails scrape me a bit and I said it hurt some. He apologized and slid his fingers out making me feel empty. I told him it was ok and asked him not to stop because it felt so good. He smiled at me and leaned down and kissed me which surprised me. His lips felt so soft and warm and his tongue made its way into my mouth. I mimicked what he was doing since this was the first time I kissed anyone let alone another guy. It felt so nice and right I was in total bliss. I didn't notice him slicking up his cock until he was sliding it up and down my crack pausing momentarily at my hole and applying slight pressure on it. I couldn't believe that my first time was about to be in this public club in front of all these people and the fact of it all was that this hunk was about to fuck me bare. I learned all about safe sex in school and what could happen not using a condom and what you could get. I was fearful for a moment and I think he could sense that from me. He paused for a moment and reached down for his shield that he set against the wall and I was relieved a bit thinking he was getting a condom that he set with it. He brought his arms around me and had an open little brown bottle that he brought up to my face. He opened it and held one side of my nose closed and held the bottle to the other side and told me to breath as deeply as I could and hold it. Needless to say I did so without second guessing and held my breath until he told me to let go and repeated the same with the other side. My head was swimming and my body heated up and all I could think of was getting this man's cock buried into my hole and with that thought I grabbed his cock and lined it with my hole and started to push back onto it not thinking again if it was wrapped or not. He knew what he did worked as he grabbed onto my shoulders and slowly start to ease into me letting my hole get used to him more and more until he was fully in. He reached up with the bottle again and I repeated what happened again feeling looser than when we first started and it took any discomfort that was there from this enormous cock away leaving me with nothing but pleasure. He slid out of me almost all the way and then went down to the Hilt again and again causing more moans out of me. We drew a crowd of other men watching us and the all were stroking their cocks enjoying the show before them. I was in pure lust mode and started to beg for the captions dick more and more. A cock presented itself to my face and I started to lick and suck it learning as I went on what seemed to feel great from the moans I heard and the more this man shoved in my throat. I shocked myself finding out that this man's dick went all the way down my throat with ease and my nose was buried into his pubes and this excited him and myself even more. I could feel his cock get harder after more and more he fucked my throat and I knew he was close to cumming and I debated whether I would pull off or not but the answer was given to me when he grabbed me by the back of the head and held me in place as he unloaded his cum right down my throat. I could feel the man that was fucking me start to get harder as well and for a moment I broke out of my trance and reached back to feel his cock and see if he had a condom on but when I felt it I didn't feel anything wrapping it which made me start to panic. I tried to pull away but the crowd was too dense. I couldn't and he sensed that and held my body and gave one final thrust and came so hard in my ass. His orgasm sent me over and I came at the same time as he did and it felt like it was the most powerful orgasam I ever had jerking off. I didn't even realize that my pants were pulled down and there was a guy with a cup collecting my cum in it. I was curious as to why they did that and the guy who collected it kissed me and told me I would find out soon enough. Captain america pulled out with a pop and he was soon replaced with another who was just as big as he was. He took no time in burying his cock into my ass to the hilt and just as the previous he pounded my hole with speed and again as before I reached back and felt no condom on him either. He also held up that brown bottle and as before my head was swimming causing me not to care about him with no condom. It didn't take this newcomer long before I felt him swell and add another load to the second. He held me hard and brought me in for a deep kiss and asked me if I was having a good time still. It took me a second but I recognized the voice and looked back. It was the bartender from earlier. I smiled up at him and said yes my first time has been amazing. He looked shocked and I said to him that this was my first time in a gay club as well as my first time having sex at all. Well shit he said your first time and you go to Ybors gay poz club? I looked at him shocked, not understanding what he was saying. He picked me up like I was nothing and carried me into a quiet place and explained that this club was a place meant for guys who were HIV positive and I already took two of the most viral guys here. I was so shocked, scared and for some reason extremely turned on. I never even thought of this before but now that it is happening my brain is telling me that this is what was meant to happen to me. I smiled and grabbed him and kissed him deeply and got to my knees and sucked a poz load out of this man and said to him let's go back out so all the tricks can have this treat. The End

Chapter 4: The Waiter We had some time to kill before going to the waiters home, and decided to take a stroll around the lake. We walked hand in hand, and when we passed a restroom my partner said he needed to release his load, so we headed to a stall, and I finished him off in my mouth. It was a nice change of pace for us. There's just something about the thrill of public sex, even if only a blowjob. After that we found a bench and just talked. He asked me what my thoughts were on trying Tina. I said i was highly curious, but we'd have to be careful in not becoming addicted to it. He laughed and said it's too expensive to get addicted to it. He said that it was something that he thought i should experience at least once though, and Iblow job. He was somewhat surprised that I told him I had a response to him pozzing me. He looked me in the eyes and i reminded him that I told him i was both scared, yet excited when I thought I had the fuk flu. I told him that if I did become poz, I definitely wanted him to be the one to do it though. I suggested that we just focus on guys that identify as undetectable first. He agreed, but reminded me that guys often lie. He continued by saying that he would continue to make love to me, but to let him know when i made my final decision on him pozzing me, and there was no rush to decide. With that, we took a quick ride to the waiters home. We arrived at the waiters home, and was surprised that it was a beautiful home in a nice neighborhood. Most waiters just get by, but apparently he was doing quite well. He was wearing simply a jock strap, and his hair was wet after just taken a shower. He suggested we head to the pool, get more comfortable and have a drink. We got to the pool, immediately stripped and jumped in the pool. He poured our drinks, and invited us to the bar, still in his jock. He offered a toast, and then asked if we partied. He then pulled a glass pipe from behind the bar. My partner just looked at each other, and told him we were just discussing that. He smiled and said oh that must have been your dinner conversation. I just said a part of it. He said was OK if we didn't, and asked if he could. We said perhaps later, as we wanted to play some in the pool, and that we were both novices to Tina and wanted to wait until after out of pool. He said that was a good idea. The waiter suggested we all get in the pool, and stood up taking his jock off. To our surprise, and delight he had both a scorpion and biohazard tat near his cock. At first we missed it marveling at the meat between his legs. He was packing a good 11+ thick uncut cock. He looked at us and said it was now on the menu, and served with a special sauce. We all got in the pool, and started playing. He stuck his cock up both our asses and enjoyed it. My partner also shoved his cock up the waiters ass. The waiter suggested we get the party started, and we headed back to the bar, where he took out the glass pipe, he took a deep hit, and after exhaling, he looked at us and said not to worry, it did give him mild Tina Dick. He added that he might not get fully hard, but had enough to satisfy our asses. He handed the pipe to my partner, and he took a deep hit. The waiter looked at hom, and said nice hit for a novice, but take it easy. My partner looked at me and asked if i was ready to try. The waiter suggested he take a hit, and shotgun it in my mouth. He explained that was how he first did it. I agreed that would be the best way. The waiter took a smaller hit and put his lips to mine, slowly sharing the smoke. Like my partner, when I released it, I began coughing, but my body felt like it never had before. My partner took another hit and passed the pipe to me. I took a pretty good sized hit this time. The effects hit immediately and I told the waiter I wanted his cock. My inhibitions were running wild, and i asked the waiter if he was undetectable or toxic. I explained that it was not normal for me to ask, but I had never been with a guy who was poz marked. In my mind, I was pretty sure that he was toxic, which would mean despite the Tina, he wouldn't be breeding me tonight. To my amazement he said he was undetectable. He suggested we head to the bedroom. Once there we saw a huge king size bed, and a portable sling in the corner. He asked which I preferred and said definitely the sling! I got in immediately and noticed there was a mirror above it. Something I hadn't encountered before.

I’m 25 and still quite twinky. It was Halloween weekend and the theme was kinky Halloween so I dressed in my football shorts, football top and ski mask. I cut out a hole around the mouth so I could drink at the club and, you know, suck cock. There were so many hot lads at the club but none of clicked. I was so horned though that on the way home I decided to go to the dirtier of the cities gay saunas – it was Halloween after all. The changing rooms and showers were on one level and the cabins, dark room, fetish room and saunas were downstairs. I had a shower and some of the other hot lads from the club came in. I thought “wow, I’m going to have to be careful, there are some very hot lads here but this sauna has some dirty ones too”. Whilst I loved that sauna and had amazing sex there I knew I attracted some dangerous company. There was one amazingly buff, muscular bear with such a big thick meaty cock that I fancied the pants off of but he was poz and barebacked only so was off limits. His loads were so toxic the guys at the sauna call him Babydaddy; cause he’s knocked so many lads up with his poz babies. However the danger from Babydaddy had passed as he came after me a few times and I wouldn’t bareback and eventually he gave up. As I dried off I thought I’d be more adventurous than usual so put my mask from the club back on and put the towel back in the locker. I have a big dick and a peachy ass and I’m not afraid to show it. The lads love my six pack too. As I got downstairs I walked along the corridor and saw some fit lads in the cabins including Babydaddy. That furry muscled chest always made me flutter a little. Shortly after I passed I felt a hand on my peachy ass and when I turned round I was surprised to see Babydaddy. He said “are you a new twink on the block or is it just the mask”. I realized that he didn’t recognize me. He dropped his towel and to reveal his absolutely massive meaty cock standing to attention. I couldn’t speak. “I see you let your cock do the talking”. He was right my meat had sprung up. “You want my raw cock inside you. I regained my senses and said “I’d love your cock but I don’t do bareback”. He said “hmm since your new and totally fit I might go a bit easy on you but it could be more difficult than you think as I can see you’re in a slutty mood, if we breed I will make you pregnant but it will be your choice whether we use condoms or not. I will only give you one chance – if you miss it we either fuck raw or you miss my power cock”. I began to think it might be my lucky night – there was no way I was going to bareback but I also wanted to ride it so bad. Baby daddy asked “Wanna show off for a bit and get your ass licked?”. I replied “I do indeed!” As Baby daddy said that this fit cub walked by and I looked him up and down. Baby daddy said “this is Brad, one of my boys, my posion seed flows through his veins”. He replied “so proud, the day I became a man”. Baby daddy asked “you ever use condoms?”. He replied “sometimes, especially with twinks like this – sometimes they insist on it”. I asked him where they are and he replied at reception but some guys carry them round. He noted he had one on him if I wanted to use it and he winked at Babydaddy saying “and if you let him”. Babydaddy grinned and said “I’ll let this lad use a condom with who he wants but I’m getting it raw”. I replied “no sir, I’m safe sex only”. Brads face lit up and asked “so your still neg but want Babydaddy’s meaty cock”. I replied I needed it so bad but he said he might let me use a condom. Babydaddy said “so hears the deal, you want ur ass licked and I want my knob sucked, no-one got hurt by sucking a cock right! You got 15 mins from now to get a condom otherwise it’s raw or no deal! Understood?” I replied “yes sir and Brad’s got a rubber so we’re cool”. Babydaddy slapped my ass and said “yup we’re good”. Babydaddy put one arm around Brad and one arm around me and led us back to his cabin. He handed me his poppers and said “have a good sniff lad”. I was only too happy to”. After several deep huffs Babydaddy asked “you wanna get a rubber – there’s 13 minutes left”. I replied no it’s cool Brad has one. With that I stuck my smooth peach in the air and Babydaddy started to lick my ass”. Brad dropped his towel to reveal a massive meaty schlong. He said since he got pozzed by Babydaddy he started to top more often. I asked if I could get it hard and he said no problem. I moved away from Babydaddy and started to suck Brad’s hot cock hungrily, it began to swell and throb but I’ve learned many a trick and was able to take it deep in me. Brad moaned and I knew my cocksucking was working. Baby daddy said “I need me some of this so I stood up for a bit, sniffed my poppers then kissed all down his chest until I was sucking his massive cock. I knelt down with my ass in the air and my mouth around Babydaddy’s weapon. The musk, poppers and cock made me so horny that I began to lose track of time. I hungrily sucked Babydaddy’s big cock feeling the amazing sensation of it growing in my mouth”. As I did so Brad opened a sachet of lube and started fingering my hole. I moaned with my mouth still round Babydaddy’s meat and Brad started to rub his hard raw cock against my hole. I stopped sucking to say “put the condom on sir”. He said “are you sure, theres only 5 mins left and I’ve only got one, you should get another while I do”. I replied “I’ll go nearer the time, I need you in me”. He put on the condom and slipped inside me. The feeling of cock in my mouth and ass was intense. I started touching my cock but Babydaddy barked “no touching loser – we can’t have runts like you cumming”. He was right. I moaned as Brad’s fucking picked up. Babydaddy took his cock out of my mouth and then slapped my face with it. I said “I love your cock Brad”. Babydaddy looked at his watch and said “one min little bro, whats it to be run away and grab a condom or let Brad finish. Brad moaned “I’m close, don’t blue ball me bro”. I begged “please give me a popper countdown, let me get dumb, let the bottle decide”. Bady daddy said “good boy, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1”. I held for another 5 seconds then inhaled with the other nostril. “I can’t blueball Brad – shoot bro”. He pumped for another 2 minutes of pure pleasure then I felt his cock expand inside me and he growled “here cums bro – wish it was raw”. With that Babydaddy and Brad kissed passionately with Brad’s dick still in my hole. Babydaddy said “so proud of my poz son, before I converted him he was a pure bottom and now he tops like a champ”. I moaned in pleasure. Brad slowly pulled out of me then took the condom off and placed it on my back. Babydaddy said “dear oh dear, looks like you’ve ran out of time and the one condom has already been used. What should we do”. Not being allowed to touch my dick while Brad was giving me one of the best fucks I’d had made me very horny. I begged “Babydaddy you’re cock is so meaty and thick I need it!!! Wanna see my face”. He pulled the ski mask off my mask and laughed “oh so its safe sex boy begging for my raw dick – go on then”. I whimpered “please daddy, please do me raw, please breed me, make me yours”. He laughed “my toxic cock is gonna enjoy this but you always play safe so we will use a condom – we’ll use Brad’s condom to lube you up – even more of daddy’s DNA will be inside you – make sure its safe to know you’ll convert – you ready to become a man twinky?” I got to my knees and looked up at Babydaddy towering about me, his pecs dominating my brain. I begged “please daddy, please breed me, make me part of your gang, make Halloween my conversion day, Infect me with your cum”. Babydaddy picked up the used condom held it in front of my face and said “you’ve made your choice, your lust for toxic cock made you use your last condom on Brad, you could have got more condoms but Brad’s toxic cock just felt too good. And now your begging for toxic cock raw”. I replied “yes sir, I need you in me, I’m ready for it, poz me”. Babydaddy said “but you always use a condom right?” I nodded sheepishly and he dangled Brad’s cumfilled condom in front of me hypnotically. “can you lube me with Brad’s manly DNA, use the condom, be safe”. Babydaddy told me to lie down on the front and sniff the poppers, as I did so I felt the rubber on my butt and finger in my ass. Just after I inhaled a huge sniff I felt the smooth feeling of cum running down my hole. Babydaddy laughed saying “no point resisting my dick now, you already got Brad’s poz cum in you”. I took another deep sniff of poppers and stood up kissing Babydaddy so passionately. I begged Babydaddy “I need you inside me so bad”. He lay down his dick proud and hard “it’s time but it’s your choice, walk out and I’ll ride Brad or get pozzed by this venomous snake, you have to actively choose, walk out thee door or slide down on my pole. I lowered myself onto Babydaddy’s poison rod. I kissed him again, then his chest as my hole got used to the poz monster inside me. Then I started to pump his cock with my hole begging him to use me and make me his poz son. I felt amazing to take such an alpha raw inside me. This was the night an apex alpha would make me pregnant. Eventually he threw me off and said “lick my balls”. I greedily sucked on his huge meaty balls. He said “I’m about to shove my venomous snake back in you raw – beg if you want it”. I begged “please Daddy, infect me, poz me, push Brad’s toxins further inside me. You can use my hole as often as you want, fuck me as often as you can until the poison takes hold”. He ordered my to get doggy style and without warning rammed his thick cock deep in me. It took me a moment to catch my breath then he picked up the pace and started pumping. Babydaddy asked “can you feel Brad’s seed being pushed into you”. I replied “yes sir, I love it, I need yours too, all those toxic swimmers inside me”. I’d never felt so full – his dick was the biggest I’d had and it felt so intimate raw. I begged “please give me your toxic seed, make me pregnant, be my daddy”. With that his cock began to swell, he slowed down and then I could actually feel him pumping a massive load inside me. “Oh daddy, your pozzing me” I moaned. As he thrust in my cock shot out so much cum. “Daddy this is my first hands free cum”. He pulled me back so he was lying down with me on top of him and his hard cock still inside. He laughed “I have that effect on lads, especially neg ones I’m pozzing – Its your balls pushing out the unfertile neg seed – how does it feel becoming a real man”. I replied “that was the best sex of my life, I never knew raw felt so good”. Babydaddy said “you’ll remember this day forever, the night you got the bug, once it grows in you, you’ll feel confident enough to top. Cherish my sperm and keep it inside you overnight”. All I could say was “yes sir!”.

Part 7 - Uninhibited In this position, ass up on a couch with a line of men behind and around me, my mind recalls a porn film I always like to watch, I’d never admit this to any of my friends, but my tastes in porno have always run a little dark and memories of Liam Cole’s Slammed dace unbidden across my mind as that scene of a club kid being bent over a couch and impaled by massive cocks contrived to enhance my horniness. As a monster dick presses against my still tight hole, and another appears before my face, I determine to recreate the moment when two cocks punished the star over a black couch. My ass opened in a sudden piercing motion that shook my frame with short lasting pain as the cock stretched my hole further then it had been that night. My mind refocused back in my ass as the cum soaking my anal walls greased the entry - I could almost feel the dick pull the semen coating my anus deeper into me. At the same time a cock, essentially the same width, was forcing my throat into subservience. A new bottle of poppers appeared next to me and was left under each nostril for too-long a time as I tried to tell them it was enough through gentle moaning. As the first wave hit me I felt a violent shove of the cock in my mouth and it secured a shattering victory over my throat and lurched deep into my oral cavity. A slight burning sensation greeted the dick in my ass as it destroyed the curve that had been in me since the last fuck, and released an unknown pool of the ice water into the soft walls of my ass. Both guys moaned simultaneously as I felt their scratchy pubes crushing against my nose and ass. “Whoah” I hear someone say loudly as I was totally impaled on cock - my every hole nothing more than a playground for men’s pleasure. The next thrust came from the man stretching my hole, gently pressing my face further against the pubis of the man throat fucking me. More waves of poppers-fuelled energy washes over me and a low moan sends vibrations through my whole body, massaging the pulsating cocks defiling me. “Good fucking god” one of them said as I felt them lean into one another and kiss. “Look at how beautiful he looks” I heard someone say, a flash going off here and there at the corner of my senses. Another thrust in my ass and I gagged on the cock in my throat. “Daddy likes it when you gag boy - hit him again Steve” I assumed Steve was the guy in my ass and, still buried entirely in me, he pushed forward. Phlegm rose up in my throat and I hurried to swallow it causing a repeating pulse deep in my oral canal. “Fuck - ok” the guy in my mouth said. “Almost got me pup” he laughed as he started to pull his thick prick out of my bruised throat. “Yeah?” Someone said “Penalties for loads in the throat remember” the same man said as the room murmured its horny agreement. As his cock pulled entirely out of my mouth I got a full look at the man in front of me. An absolute demon of a man - tall to the point of towering with a thick set of gym-honed muscles covered in a sheen of sweat that made him look dangerous in the glittering light. His head was totally shaved and he wore a tight beard and black glasses. His cock, free from my mouth, was hard but hung low between his thighs with the sheer weight of its thickness. He saw me looking, squatted down in front of me and pulled me roughly into a deep, physical kiss. “Told you he would be worth it” I hear John exclaim. “Made us wait though” the guy kissing me replied, breaking our kiss but holding me firmly in one meaty hand. “Didn’t you pup? Bet you thought you’d gotten away” the men behind me laughed as he retook my mouth in his, before telling me to open wide and spitting hard down my open throat. “No escaping fate though pup” he said with an expressionless face, “not for holes like you” he finished with a gentle slap to my face. “Breed him Steve” he said holding my head firmly in his hand and watching me intently as Steve began to pull and push at the elasticity of my hole. “How’s he doing” Guy asks from nowhere after about 10 minutes of relentless stretching. All the while being held in place by the threat of the muscle god clasping my chin. “Get Zeke” the muscle God says nonchalantly as John appears next to them both and squats down to make eye contact with me. “Oh fuck - yeah - good call!” He replies, lifting himself off his haunches, his glorious dick almost grazing my lips, and striding out of the room leaving me to look at Guy and muscle God as they make out before me. A few hands start playing with my body as Steve shoves in me at an angle that causes a slight break in the elastic of my ass. It feels as though something snaps within me as he hits the spot over and over again. I start moaning at the sensations and my eyes involuntarily close. “Uh uh pup - keep your eyes open - I wanna see you take it” muscle god says I reopen my eyes to meet his. “Be strong for daddy” he says almost smiling as Guy watches me and jacks his meaty cock. Steve cries out and continues to batter the same spot inside me with a constant force causing me to shift my knees to compensate. As I move, his thick cock curves directly into one of my inner walls. His cock head is suddenly buried in soft, pulsing, velvet warmth and he yelps in ecstasy and unleashes a sudden torrent of cum. Furious spurts of life-affirming sperm-laden semen are deposited into previously undefiled walls of my inner self. As he pulses cum into the soft lining of my hole, my ass struggles to absorb it all and a glorious pool of sperm starts flooding the rest of my guts with silken, living lubricant. Load Count: VIII As the cum flows into me, my mind races unbidden to the freedom of the star of Slammed - the porno I enjoyed so often - and I heard my self whisper it’s name, rooting me to the memory of the man in the film who was exploring his own uninhibited self: “Slammed” I whisper again as the cum fills me. The muscle God peered at me and said “the fuck did you say?!” “Fucccckkkk” Steve groaned as his orgasm subsided, “2 more boi, 2 more” as he shot twice more into me. Muscle god didn’t repeat his question but started smiling at me as the cum filled my rectum. “You’re built for loads pup” he chuckled as I saw John reappear. “Ok boy. When Steve pulls out, you’re going to sit up and clean him off. Then Zeke and you are going to put on a show for us, got it?” “Oh shit…now?!” someone asks “Yes now” John responds looking back over my shoulder at whoever asked “he’s ready” The muscle god whispers something to John as they stand up together and I see John start beaming proudly. “The fuck he did?!” He almost laughs “Seriously!” muscle god replied and John looked at me. “Well…who knew!” he said tussling my hair. Muscle god looks at me and I hear him say “when we move him upstairs, I wanna try something” John looks back to him and nods his assent. As John and the muscle god continued talking, Steve began to pull out of my ass. His sensitivity made it intensely difficult for him as my hole tried to keep him in me with a desperate grip. A few times he said ‘relax kid, for the love of god’ and “breathe - you won’t be empty long” - after a minute of pulling he was able to pop his thick head out of sphincter with an exhausted groan. “Jesus wept” he said breathing hard from the effort. “All right, remember your task boy?” John said glaring at me. “Do it…show me you’re ready for more cock” “Fuck” Steve breathed behind me. “Ok…I’m ready. Come to me” “We’ll be waiting” John said as he Guy and muscle god moved out of sight behind me. I felt my limbs like they were phantom parts of me returning to my mind, I groggily moved my arms so that I was upright, kneeling on the couch. “There you go boy - keep going” Direction is hard to comprehend for some reason, but I slowly turn my body around and plonk my un-responsive frame into a sitting position in front of Steve and his softening, cum covered cock. Behind him in the dark I see a host of different men I couldn’t recognise, only the thick, outstanding form of muscle God as he vanishes into the throng. John and Guy are visibly forward from the rest, illuminated by the dim light as they molest the hot twink from earlier, paying me no attention - confident I’d make them proud. As I adapt to sitting, Steve tells me I’m a good boy and guides my face the rest of the way. “Come get your reward” he says gently pushing his soft cock into my eager mouth. I close my eyes as I taste the cum of multiple men on his warm shaft and the now familiar heat of my own ass. A few minutes pass sucking Steve clean before I feel hands prise me off his glorious prick. “Ok - good boy” John says, “Zeke, you ready?” The twink appears at his side, and nods as John takes his hand, directing him towards me. “One sec” John says, grabbing the flawless twink in a tight embrace and kissing him deeply. “Do well tonight Zeke and you’ll get your reward” John says, caressing the twink’s shivering face. Guy reinforced the message by sticking a digit into the twink’s hole and whispering something about getting me ready. I saw the twink moan loudly as the two men abused him as the line of men behind them moved closer. I’m horny watching John and Guy - not the horniness you’d associate with getting hard, since I couldn’t - for me the horniness bloomed in the crevice of my ass - a yearning to be filled, to worship the men before me, accept their cum and bear there pleasure. Guy disengages his finger from the twink’s hole, reaches to a nearby shelf and hands him something as John turns him fully towards me, chewing on his pale neck. “Get after it son” John says and loudly slaps the twink’s pert ass leaving a print of his massive hand on his flawless skin. All eyes turn to me and I sense the hunger in the room as the twink draws close. Around me I hear the music again - it’s always been there - but suddenly it’s loud, a cacophonous symphony as the twink takes his place on top of me, straddling my caged crotch, and smiling softly.

Going Home I walked straight into the living room and went to the bar leaving a trail of discarded clothes behind. Eyeing the scotch, I poured the amber liquid into the tumbler and sighed while raising the glass and taking note of the distinct streaks running down the sides. “Fuck...” I groaned, the aroma filling my nose and mouth. I took a sip of the layers of sweet and aromatic smoke and sat down... my bare skin against the cool leather of the chair. Feeling the warmth go down my throat, I casually grabbed my cock and balls with my left hand before leaving the full sac nestled in my palm. It had been a long week and I was ready for the weekend. Finally relaxed, I wandered into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Turning on the water, I felt the warm rush covering my body and release the built-up tension from the work week. It had been two weeks... two weeks of grueling work leaving me with no time to breed a tight cunt. Grabbing some body wash, I closed my eyes and began to stroke my thickening cock. Fuck... it felt so good but I was determined to save my load for later and continued to shower. Walking back into the bedroom, I smiled at the leather gear I had prepared that morning. “Now first things first,” I grinned, grabbing my size 11 boots and slipped my socked feet into them and laced up. Seeing the metal glint of the thick cockring, I picked up the heavy piece and squeezed my cock and full sac through until they stood out prominently from my crotch. Next, I grabbed the leather jock and raised it to my nose... the mixture of the leather and my sweaty musk filled my nostrils. I bent down, stepped into the leg straps and eased the jock up my muscled legs. With care, I firmly placed my cock and sac in the soft enveloping leather pouch. I then grabbed the leather buckled armband and fastened it around my left bicep, pulling it taut, and buckled it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I ran my fingers down my bicep and felt the subtle pulsing of the vein. I smiled and took a deep breath. Feeling the black leather of the chaps calling me, I picked it up, taking in the leather aroma and fastened the waistband around my 34” waist and smoothed the hide down. Sliding the zipper up the inside of each leg, I could feel the leather now encasing my legs like a second skin. Grabbing at my now hard cock trying to escape its confines I reached for the harness. Dropping it over my shoulders, I secured the straps tightly. Turning to face the mirror, I stood legs spread and cupped my prominent pecs with both hands before slipping my fingers to the ringed tits and roughly pulled at them... eliciting a growl escaping my open mouth. God, it felt so good! It was the one thing from my early days as a sub that I could never overcome... those were the days when my tits were connected to my cunt. Yeah... I had a cunt then but now I crave to breed cunt and have never looked back. I stood there taking myself in. Sure, I was now in my mid 40s but I could still see vestiges of those days. “Genetics,” I grunted. Gone was the smooth 6’ 175lb 20-something black haired blue-eyed sub that lived for cock. I continued going to the gym which ensured my body had grown into the solid muscled form in the mirror. My buzz cut, as well as my beard, now had hints of grey and I no longer kept my body smooth. My pecs were covered with a coat of soft fur and, while my crotch was no longer completely smooth, I kept it trimmed down to proudly show off the large cock and full sac that I had inherited from my father. Feeling the hard shaft pulsing to escape its leathered confines, I remembered the times when I felt it a curse... a complete sub with a large cock and low-hanging sac that teased bottom subs into begging to have it inside them. It was a warm summer night so I made my way to the bar nearby by foot. Walking into the dark bar, it was his piercing green eyes that immediately drew me to the boy standing at the bar taking the last sip of beer. There was something about him... The boy was late 20’s, standing about 6’ with black hair and scruffy beard. He was pretty much non-descript and would have been overlooked by some. But having done this for a while, I could discern his solid muscled frame covered by the loose shirt, jeans and beat up sneakers. Approaching the bar, Brian the bartender greeted me with my usual beer ready on the counter. “Two,” I brusquely ordered without giving him a second look. Knowing my routine, Brian looked over to the guy and nodded... The second beer appeared and I handed it to the boy without saying a word. He took hold of the bottle and took a long swallow without missing a beat. I was definitely intrigued. I motioned to the back patio and left him behind, knowing he would follow. Walking past a loud group of men, I made my way to the empty back corner and waited while I drank my beer. I stood there for a bit with no sign of him. “Fucker...” I thought, surprised the boy hadn’t immediately followed and roughly put the bottle down on the table. That’s when I saw the boy approaching... “Fucking cunt....” I growled, seeing him transformed out of his street clothes into the perfect leather sub. I studied the boy as he confidently moved towards me with two full beers while the crowd parted to let him through. His pecs were now framed in a harness showing off his muscled smooth pecs topped with a set of ringed tits just begging to be tortured. My eyes continued down his defined abs to the stretched out black mesh jockstrap containing a massive bulge before moving down past his thick thighs to take in his powerful booted legs. Arriving, he handed me the beer. “Good boy,” I slowly growled showing my approval at his transformation. “Thank you, Sir.” he replied with what I could have sworn was a slight attitude but I overlooked it. I wasn’t in the mood to play a long-drawn-out game and I wanted to fuck... this one would more than do. Frank was his name and he was new to the city. We kept the conversation to the basics while we had another couple of rounds... all the time ignoring the gathering crowd around us. Suddenly, I could hear the crowd quiet at the front of the patio and begin to murmur but I was fixed on the boy in front of me. That's when it happened... a strap of leather came down between us and was quickly fastened and locked around Frank’s neck. Standing still, the now collared boy lowered his eyes. “Sooo, Sammy” a familiar voice came from behind the collared boy, “I see you’ve taken a liking to my boy.” Surprised at hearing that name after all these years, I looked up and saw him. It was Dan, my first Daddy... the one who transformed me into a cuntboy all those years ago. He had aged but was still a formidable man. Now in his 60’s, his 6’3” muscled frame was still solid and stood out in his gear. His azure blue eyes now even more striking with his silver hair. For a second, I didn’t know what to do, but Dan quickly put me at ease. “Sorry SAM,” he emphasized. “Old habits...” he laughed, taking a swig of his beer. “It’s been a while...” “Uhhh DaddDAN,” I said, quickly correcting myself. “I didn’t know you were back in town.” “Just moved back this week,” he said, grabbing the beer in his boy’s hand and slipping it into the boy’s cunt, “and I brought this one back with me.” Removing the now cunt-slicked bottle, Dan handed it to his boy who took it without a second thought and drank. “He takes to training quickly.” Dan laughed, placing his hand on my shoulder and squeezing. “It’s good seeing you.” Finally at ease, we talked about our lives as the crowd increased and drew us closer together as I felt the sexual tension rise. “Finish up,” Dan suddenly snapped at the boy and walked away... leaving me surprised. Quickly, the boy downed the remainder of his beer and followed obediently behind. I just stood watching the boy’s muscled ass framed in the black straps of his jock. He stopped and looked back at me. “You know he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” he said matter-of-factly and motioned towards Dan. “Let’s go.” I took a final gulp and made my way inside and through the busy bar. Finally outside, I joined them in the parking lot as a car arrived. “I ordered a car... yours should be fine here.” Dan said, fingering the boy’s cunt. I nodded, not letting on that I lived close by and got into the vehicle with the boy between me and Dan. Making our way to their place, we bantered about nothing in particular while my hand explored the boy’s fleshy cuntlips. Dan, seemingly oblivious, rested his arm across the boy’s back. “We’re here,” Dan squeezed my shoulder as the boy shifted to give me access to his moist cunt. Getting out of the car, I scratched my nose to smell the fresh cunt juices covering my fingers. My cock jumped and I took a quick taste of the musky cuntjuices on my fingers. Walking into the house, I took in the living room. Dan had always had good taste and this place was no exception. “This way,” Dan growled, leading me through the house to what appeared to be a guestroom. Entering, I smiled... remembering he always had a room set up for play.... sling, fuck bench, St. Andrews cross and a large bed covered in black rubber sheets. “Daddy,” I heard the boy say and I turned... forgetting he was addressing the Daddy who stood next to me. The boy passed me and handed Dan the already lit pipe. They began sharing the pipe while I stood there watching them take the hits. After a few, Dan passed me the pipe and leaned in to blow a thick white cloud into his boy’s mouth. Watching the sight before me, I took a long drawn out hit while they began to devour each other in a deep kiss. Dan’s strong hands roamed over the smooth muscled back of his current boy and pulled his ass cheeks apart, exposing the boy’s cunt as if to tease me. I continued the hits until the bowl was empty and still, they continued... tongues clashing and licking. My cock was now straining inside my jock and I released it. The minutes passed and I couldn’t take my eyes off them while I continued stroking. Eying me, Dan turned the boy around to face me and stood behind him. Releasing the boy’s large cock from the stretched-out mesh pouch, he held it firmly in his rough hand. “See this cock, Sam?” Dan growled at me. “This cock is useless... it’s all about cunt on this one. Remind you of anyone?” And with a scowl, he turned to the boy... “Sam there was once my cuntboy like you are now. Go on... I know you want to service that cock. But don’t get any fucking ideas... you’re mine until I decide otherwise.” Now spun, I realized what had drawn me to this boy! “Fuck....” I moaned seeing the hung cuntboy before me... I was him at that age! With that, the cuntboy dropped to his knees, crawled to me and took me in with his eager mouth. “Fuck yes, cuntboy! Take it all!” I growled as his tongue worked its way around my shaft. “Get me ready to fucking breed your cunt!” Obediently, he took a breath and opened his jaw to take my cock while reaching up and grasping my glutes to pull me in deeper. I quickly grabbed his head with both hands and held it there as his lips began to ever so slightly move against the shaft. His tongue now settled underneath, he began to gently lap at the underside. “Goddamn hot cuntmouth...” I grunted feeling his fingers begin to move towards my hole which caused me to lose the moment. I let go of his head and angrily pushed his hands away. Grabbing his head again, I began to brutally face fuck the cuntboy. I quickly pumped my swelling cock in and out of his throat. With my pace increasing, I could feel myself losing control so I quickly pushed him down on all fours and shoved my cock inside him until my crotch slapped against his ass cheeks. “Fuck yeah!” the cuntboy cried out feeling my cock fill him. “Goddamn right, cuntboy!” I growled pulling back, leaving only my cockhead inside him before shoving it back inside... “Gonna breed that cunt til it’s full!” Grabbing his hips, I began pummeling that hot cunt... harder and faster with every stroke as sweat began to cover us. “Please!” the boy kept up... pleading to be fucked as he felt my cock engorge and stretch him further. “Dammit Dan!” I growled continuing the pounding, “Fucking hot cunt!” That’s when I felt the point of no return... I couldn’t hold it back any longer and with a final thrust, I shoved my cock in to the hilt. “Aww fuck!” I roared feeling his cunt tighten. flooding his cunt with hot cum before falling on his back and taking hold of his tits. “Yes!” the cuntboy purred... his cuntlips milking my shaft for the remnants of my load as I rested on his back. Pushing myself off the cuntboy, I straightened up, moved to face him and took his face in my hands. “Cuntboy...” I murmured., seeing the expression of desire and submission in those now dilated green eyes. Unexpectedly, I leaned in and our mouths met in a passionate kiss. “Wow... didn’t expect that.” Dan chuckled, watching us continue to devour each other. My hands slipped down his face and began to explore his sweaty body. It was as if I was inspecting my own body... albeit 20 years ago. Not satisfied yet, I again grabbed his head. Thinking I was going to kiss him, he moved in but I swiftly I buried myself in his throat... smashing his face and nose against my crotch, releasing the contents of my bladder. “That’s it, drink it down cuntboy, swallow it all...” I ordered, stroking his face as he gulped the hot piss down. With the last drops running down his throat, I felt his lips run along the surface of my cock as his cuntmouth released me. Taking the final drop from my piss slit, he moved down to my sac and engulfed one of my balls and rolled it over his tongue before moving on to the other. “Shit!” I growled, enjoying the attention. And that's when I felt Dan’s rough hands on me. For a minute I tried to fight back but the chems and the sensation of the cuntmouth on my sac overcame any resistance. I could feel him removing my arm band and replace it a rubber tourniquet. The grip of the rubber became tighter, almost painful around my bicep. “Relax...” he ordered, slipping a large dosed rig into my bulging vein to mix its contents with my blood. “Fuck yes...” I moaned, feeling the small amount of pressure as the plunger dropped and filled me. Time seemed to stop and go backwards at the same time... I was reliving my first slam at the hands of this man yet here I was, no longer a cuntboy... I was being serviced by a cuntboy now. I was confused. “Come on Sammy, enjoy it.” Dan laughed seeing my confusion. “What... Oh god!” I babbled, feeling my sac now fully in the cuntboy’s mouth as Dan began circling. “It’s been a while hasn’t it, Sammy?” he taunted me, slapping my cheek with the hard shaft. “Remember how much you loved servicing my cock.” My eyes followed the familiar jutting cock and it all came flooding back. My mouth began to water, remembering the feeling of my lips sliding over the veined shaft... my jaw fell slack. I couldn’t fight the desire... my tongue extended to accept Dan’s cock as the cuntboy released my sac and moved to the side of the room where I wasn’t able to see him. “That’s it, Sammy... take it in.” he grunted. I immediately began worshipping the cock, tasting the precum now streaming from his piss slit on my tongue. “Good boy... you miss it don’t you?” Dan laughed, grabbing my head and shoving his cock further in. “Fuck yes...” I mumbled, not missing him calling me ‘boy’… the shaft continued making its way along my tongue until I felt the helmet in my throat. “Yeah, thought so.” he growled and began thrusting. I moaned with hunger for his cock and the hours of cocksucking training I had been subjected to came back to me. I began the manipulation and vibrations that I knew would produce the explosion of cum that I craved. “Not yet boy!!!” Dan yelled pushing me off his cock and stood before me. I took him in as if for the first time... he was a leather god! How could I ever had stopped worshipping him? I wanted nothing more than to serve this man... My eyes moved down his sturdy frame and focused on his boots. I wanted to lick those boots, taste them and feel them on my tongue. “Go on boy...” he ordered, seeing the need to service on my face. Immediately, I crawled forward and began to lick the boot, tasting the tart leather on my tongue. Moaning, I moved over the leather before moving onto its mate... ensuring both shone with saliva. Once done, I sat back on my haunches causing my ass cheeks to spread and I could feel a hunger begin to emanate from deep inside me. I knew what I was feeling but there was a part of me that couldn’t vocalize it as Dan studied me. “Prepare him!” he ordered the cuntboy now standing next to him. Without a word, the cuntboy motioned to follow him as he left the room. Not understanding, I remained there for a second. “NOW!” Dan roared, pushing back to the floor with his size 13 boot. Rising, I rushed out into the hallway and saw the cuntboy walking into another room. Entering, I saw it must have been Dan’s bedroom. Passing the large four poster bed covered in luxurious fabrics, I made my way into the bathroom where I saw the cuntboy, now stripped naked, in the large shower area. “Strip and get in,” he said, “The cockring too.” Dropping my gear, I entered the tiled area and he began to cover my face in lather. I was shocked and speechless to what was happening... I just froze as he started to remove my beard. Next was the fur on my chest before moving to my pits and then down the arms to the back of my hands. Legs were then done. Satisfied, he eyed my crotch. “Relax,” he said, lathering my crotch. I began to shiver as he worked to shave around the base of my cock before pulling on my sac and shaving it. My crotch now smooth, he turned me around without effort and lathered the small of my back to my ass cheeks. That’s when I came out of it... he spread my legs apart and pushed my back down, exposing my hole. I felt his lathered fingers work around my hole and teasingly trying to enter before removing every hair. With a grunt, the cuntboy turned on the water and grabbed a shower hose from its holder to rinse me. I stood there, feeling the warm water rush effortlessly over my shaved body. “One more thing,” he chuckled, grabbing a long chrome nozzle. What could I do? I wanted the cock in the playroom... I needed it. It had been years since I bottomed but I craved that cock out there. Without a word, I bent over and spread my cheeks. “Fuuuck!” I moaned, feeling the nozzle enter me and begin filling me. My gut was expanding and I could feel the immense pressure build... the bastard was making sure I was cleaned out. Patting my back, he signaled I had enough and removed it. I knew the drill and held it until I needed to expel. “Again,” the cuntboy motioned and we repeated the ritual until he was satisfied and we fully showered. Toweling off, I felt the cool air against my shaved body. I stood there watching the cuntboy gear up again... harness, jockstrap and collar. Going for mine, he snapped... “Just the harness for now...” Fitting the harness tightly around me, I could feel the soft leather sliding against my shaved skin. Feeling the sensation concentrating on my tits, I grabbed at them and pulled as we walked back to the playroom. Entering the playroom, Dan stood there looking at me intensely and pointed to the mirrored wall. “Look at yourself... What do you see?” Turning, I took a breath. I was seeing the reflection of what I would have been if I had stayed with Dan. My shaved body showed every nuance and detail of my muscled body. My hands moved to my smooth face... the results were surprising... I looked 10 years younger. My hands began to roam over my body. Feeling how they slid easily over the skin and I moaned before taking my cock and sac in my hands. I shivered... the barrier of hair now gone. Walking up behind me, he locked a collar on me and put his hands on my shoulders. He asked again... “What do you see?” With a deep breath, I looked directly into his eyes in the mirror and answered.... “A cuntboy... I see a cuntboy, Daddy.” With a smile, he nodded slipping his cock inside my cunt. “That’s right, Sammy, you’re a cuntboy... my cuntboy.” “Fuck yes, Daddy!” I yelled... feeling the pain of his cock stretching me. My cunt was spasming... welcoming back my Daddy’s thick shaft after so long. Then, the thrusting began... He was again taking control of my cunt as he hit my prostate over and over. My cock was now leaking... “Your cock!” I moaned watching him fuck me in the mirror... feeling the shaft engorge. “I’ve missed that cunt...” Daddy grunted... his breathing growing deeper until I felt his pace shorten and increase in intensity. “Feed my cunt!” I begged, working my cuntlips around his wonderful cock as I felt the pulsing volley erupting into me. “Fucking cuntboy... Daddy’s home...” he yelled, and my cunt instinctively began to milk the last drops of his load. We stood there covered in sweat, Daddy remaining inside me until we were interrupted. “Daddy always said you were the perfect cuntboy.” the cuntboy grinned, holding up another rig. “Yeah, Frankie?” I growled holding out my arm as I felt Daddy’s cock slip out of my cunt. Tying the strap, Frankie held my arm. “Yeah... Sammy... or should I say cuntbro?” he growled, pushing the chems into my willing body. Feeling the slam, I growled... “Fuck yeah... cuntbro!” and dropped to my knees taking his cock into my mouth... “I’m home.”

****7**** We showered together. The pain in my cock had mostly subsided. It was now a dull ache. The welt was forming into a bruise, dark red and a little blue. 3 told me a couple of slaves had been dealt with in the same way. "He doesn't like to see us getting any pleasure when we're with him. It's all about his own desires and dominating us. You need find a way to keep yourself in check, otherwise he'll get angry. I've heard of slaves belonging to other masters who've had their slaves cock hobbled. Apparently there's a nerve in your cock, that if it's cut you'll never get hard again" I looked at 3 in disbelief and horror. Inside I felt sick and scared. "They'd really do that to us" 3 said "They do alot worse" I remember what 5 had told me about the castrated slave and told 3 what 5 had told me. 3 said "Yes, some have been fully neutered. Had their cock and balls removed. If a slave is rebellious it calms them. You have to remember that not all slaves voluntarily give themselves to their masters, some are taken into captivity forcibly. Even if they do give themselves willingly, like us, they may have a change of heart and try to escape. Our world is very secretive. Anyone who tries to escape, go back to the other world, is seen as a risk to all of us" I had no doubt about my decision but, I could definitely see that it was not life everyone would want. I would try to control my urges infront of the master but, what could do. The following morning there were five of us having breakfast in our kitchen. I hadn't slept well. I must have looked a little worse for wear, as a couple of slaves had told me I looked rough. I told them that I hadn't had much sleep and told them about my involuntary erections. Number 1, who I'd only spoken to briefly before said "You should go to The Master and ask or beg for forgiveness. You don't want to start your life here on the wrong foot. You need to show him your commitment, your devotion to him and convince him your a worthy slave" I said "But, how can I stop getting hard when I'm with him. I just get turned on when I see his body, his cock and think he wants me. Surely it's a natural response" The problem was that's exactly what it was for me. A natural response to being seen as a fuck hole. I'd aways been the same around dominant alpha males. Their aura of power and dominance was exciting. That's why I was first drawn to the idea of being enslaved. That morning, after breakfast, alone in the kitchen I had a sudden epiphany. I would go a see The Master. I would ask for forgiveness and for something else, something that would, if not please him, hopefully convince him of my commitment to becoming an obedient, worthy slave. 4 was to collect The Masters bedding to be washed and service his room today. I asked him if he would relay a message that I wished to see the master. 4 looked doubtful. He told me that it was rare for a slave to ask for an audience unless it was on a serious matter. I told him was. It was evening when 5 approached me and told me that The Master wished to see me. He told me he was in a fowl mood and in office. I had no idea where his office was but, 5 gave me instructions and I found it easily. The door was closed and I could hear the Master shouting at someone and throw something that broke. I regretted my timing immensely. Should I wait or come back later? No, he had asked to see now. He would surely be even angrier if I failed to attend when asked. I knocked on the door. "Come" He shouted loudly and I entered. It was what I expected. The room was modern and functional, almost sterile. A desk, a couple of chairs and table were the only pieces or furniture. On the desk we're two laptops, both turned on and on the floor a telephone, which I presume he had thrown having been arguing with whoever was on the other end. "Ah 7, yes what do you want" He said in a gruff angry voice. I was very nervous, scared and shaking slightly. "Sir, I want to apologise for last night. I'm desperately sorry for my behaviour. Please sir, I will do anything to please you, to show my commitment to you. He looked at me dispassionately. "You're talking about your renegade cock. I'm not sure there is anything you can do about it but, there's certainly something I can" I said "Sir, I could wear a cock cage to stop my cock from ever getting hard again" He said "I'll think about it boy, I've a few ideas of what to do with you, but now you've come at a very good time. I'm feeling fucking stressed. I don't like being stressed and you can relieve me, while I think about a solution to your pitiful prick. Come and suck me off" He undid his zipper and flopped his cock out. He wa semi hard and it looked as angry as he was. He grew quickly. By the time I had walked the few paces to him he was fully erect. I slid my mouth onto him and as I did so I could feel my own cock stiffen. He tasted and smelled slightly musty. He hadn't showered since fucking 3 last night. I was glad I'd cleaned him well afterwards. His cock felt hot in my mouth and I could already taste his salty precum. I worked my mouth slowly up and down his shaft. He was was making appreciative sounds in time with his breathing. My right hand gripped his cock at the base and I was squeezing and releasing pressure as I sucked him. He was getting close, as he took hold of my head and started pumping my mouth and throat with his cock. His breathing became erratic and I felt his cock spasm as the first dose of his sperm was pumped into my willing mouth. A second, third and forth quickly followed with considerable force against my throat and the walls of my mouth. There was such a large amount I could barely swallow it fast enough before some escaped my mouth. I could feel him relaxing now and his cock followed suit. "Thankyou boy that was wonderful. I knew you'd be a good candidate the moment I saw you" A feeling of warmth and contentment came over me. It felt wonderful that I had pleased him. My own cock was dripping copious amounts of precum, so much that I couldn't hide it. The Master looked at wet patch on the front of my gown as I stood before him now. He just said "Come tonight and I will fix you. Go now" His voice was calm and even now. The aggressive, angry tone gone. As I left his office I wondered how he was intending to fix me. I wouldn't have to wait to long to find out.

Chapter 21 The guy with the deep voice was slowly pumping the Kid’s ass. Being a quite a bit taller than the Kid he had to squat down to fuck him. He pulled the Kid tightly to him with his cock planted deeply in the Kids throbbing ass. The Kid thought it was just to get as deep as possible, But the Kid was in for a surprise. The Guy moved his muscular legs and stood up. The Kid’s feet were no longer on the ground. In effect, he was hanging from the guy’s cock. He looked like a puppet, dangling from the guy’s cock. He felt his ass being stretched ion a way not natural as he was suspended by that piece of steel lodged in his ass. The guy with the deep voice said “ You’re nothing but a fuck toy for me now, I plan on fucking you like you never got before “. The Kid was hanging in mid-air. He was holding onto the arm of the bench to keep from falling. In this position the guy was constantly hitting his inner door and it felt strangely good. The Kid looked to his side and noticed someone with a camera. The guy was streaming the action of the Kid. He couldn’t get away or cover his face. He had to hang there and let who knows anyone, watch him get a total violation and let everyone know what a slut he had become tonight. The Kid knew when he got this way he was a slut but he couldn’t remember being exposed to the world like this. A guy came up and put a glass pile in the Kid’s mouth, he tried to turn away but the guy held his head and put the pipe to his lips. The Kid resigned to his fate and sucked in the while cloud that the guy had already prepared. The Kid held in in and then blew out the Big cloud. The Guy gave him a second hit, this time there was no resistance. The guy moved the pipe and the Kid moved his head to try to get some. The Kid looked like a little kitten trying to get to his mother’s utter. He finally got a hit and kept it in longer. He noticed the guy with the camera was closed and concentrating on the Kid’s jerking face. The Kid finally blew out the thick white cloud and anyone could see the blank expression on the Kid’s face. They knew the Kid was now spinning out of control. His whole world seemed to be on the piece of steel he was hanging from. The guy with the deep voice made a comment “ Yeah. You liked that, your hole is trying to milk my cock now “. The Kid could feel his heart beats in his ass. It was centered with that hook he was perched on. He could not remember when he felt that this was where he was supposed to be. If it wasn’t for the chems there were raging through his body he would have felt relaxed and one with the universe. The Guy started moving the Kid more on his cock. The Kid’s legs were still hanging and not near to the ground. He was at this guys mercy and his guy wanted to hear his new puppet squeal Like a stuck pig. He stared angling his super hard cock so that he could hit the Kid’s second door. He thought maybe he could wedge his cock in there and make the Kid yell like a girl loosing her cherry. He knew that he was hitting it because every time he hit it, the Kid would jump and his ass would tighten to try in a futile attempt to keep the intrusion from getting in there. In reality there was nothing he could do to stop it since he was still hanging in mid air. He was still bent over at the waist holding onto the park bench. His Handler walked over and asked the Kid if he was enjoying himself. All the Kid could manage to say was “ I think so “. The drugs were still keeping him going and wanting more. If it hadn’t been for them, he would have wanted to stop long ago. Even though his ass still craved more he knew that he would not be able to sit right after this. With the angle of the guy’s cock, the Kid cold feel cool air in his hole under the cock that by now was stretching the top of his cunt. The guy was determined to get in that inner sanctum and kept hitting the opening but couldn’t quite get the head of his cock lined up to enter it. The Guy was holding off shooting his load until after he could get the spot to make sure the Kid was Impregnated.

Part 8 - Show time My mind struggles to focus on anything but the form of the twink straddling me. I examine every flawless inch of him and my attentions end at his dick - it’s about 3 inches and solidly hard, it protrudes perfectly from his completely hairless pubis and flares menacingly at its head. I want it to dominate me, I need it to dominate me. The twink notices and smiles. Sitting atop me his proud cock flexes in stark relief to my own self-caged dick - as I imagine getting fucked by Zeke I feel my cock pump out another salvo of silken drool and bow my head in supplication to the twink who was so arousing me. I hear John say “good boy” as Guy replies “respect”. The twink beams at me, the sudden centre of attention by my supplication. He’s much shorter than me, but lithe and I struggle to focus on his motions as he writhes in tune with a thumping bass beat from the music. “Dance with me” he says smoothly “Yes sir” I say, cognisant of my place at this party. “Fuck you’re so hot” he says and I feel myself blush. That garners a few coos’ and exclamations of ‘nice’ from our audience “Good fucking boy” he says as I start to match his rhythm. We move together, static but fluid, our muscles under sweaty skin taught with the exertion. “You imprint so well” he says to me, as he watches me gazing back at him “going to make tonight so fucking special” he whispers. “Boys like you” he gyrates so I feel his firm buttocks on my thighs “should be ass up taking every load whenever they’re told” I shiver with a growing appreciation for the truth of his statement. “God…this is hot” I hear someone say from our audience before another voice says “fucking right Zeke” The twink smiles as he hears the same thing and stops his gyrating. “You’re perfect” I exclaim breathlessly. “Looks like our boy is in love again” I here Guy laugh. Zeke winks at me and strokes my chin. “Anyone here would be lucky to own you” he whispers again, but I barely comprehend the implication. He leans in to crush me in a kiss. Every part of his muscled body is tight, but his lips and mouth are soft - a gorgeous heat emanates from him and passes to me. As soon as the kiss had begun, he ends it. I savour the bliss of it for a few more seconds with my eyes closed and hands stroking the outline of his hard abs - only the click of a lighter brings me out of the moment. “Here we go” someone says from the darkness and is quickly - very quickly - hushed. Zeke is holding a glass pipe to his soft lips. A short stem with a large bowl full of little clear crystals in the indentation. He gently heats the bowl until the crystals start to dissolve and ghost like wisps of white smoke swirl beneath. He takes a short intake, pulling the tendrils up the pipe and into his mouth, and exhales quickly as the bowl fills with ever more dense clouds. Happy with the smoke now swirling in the bowl, he sucks it all into his mouth. His motions are graceful and fluid as he takes the fumes into his lungs, bends down to me, locks his lips to mine and exhales the cloud deeply into me. A bitter, acrid smoke fills my mouth and I drink it down instinctively. It tastes weird…not awful…but weird. As the last of the smoke passes from Zeke to me, he kisses me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth and his lips moving in tune with mine with expert rhythm. I forget about the cloud in the passion of the moment. A lifetime seems to pass in a few seconds as my body suddenly reacts to the presence of the smoke, and I start hacking uncontrollably. Zeke disengages our kiss and rubs my heaving pecs as a mass of dense smoke pours from my lungs and dissolves around us. As my heaving settles, Zeke is already sucking in a new cloud “Again” I hear John say. Despite my tender lungs Zeke forces the next hit of strange smoke deep into me. “Shhhh….” he whispers stroking my chest and trying to calm me down “you’ve got this - you can do this” My eyes bug out of my sockets and try as I might I can’t hold it so I cough loudly, though less violently, again. “Again!” I hear John a grip command “Breathe baby” Zeke soothes patiently before lighting the pipe again. As the smoke from my last coughing fit dissolves around us both a warming sensation grows in the recesses of my mind. It reminds me ever so slightly of the ember I followed deep in my ass that led to the perfect explosion of pleasure moments before, only there’s no fear or fire, just comforting heat. I barely have time to comprehend it when Zeke’s lips crush mine again and more smoke passes into me. Only this time it’s smoother - or I’m more receptive. Despite my heaving breaths I accept the cloud without problem, Zeke watches as I gaze back at him but retain the cloud without coughing “Good fucking boy” I hear Guy exclaim as Zeke Kees rubbfing my chest and rooting me to the moment. My control centres, already scrambled from the powerful ecstasy rooted in my ass, start to respond to a powerful sense of erotic passion in my chest. I felt parts of my synaptic makeup being reprogrammed - imagine things being breaking and re-knitting but in perfect visceral harmony - things I cared about vanished and things I needed took over. As I struggle to understand the new sensations I hear Zeke tell me to exhale. Back on the couch I see myself breathe out a vast nebula of thick clouds as Zeke presses himself through it to feed me another. I raise up to meet him and feed off the smoke he pours into me. The sensation of deep pleasure starts to throb in me - an animalistic call to give myself to men, to achieve the perfection of their orgasms deep in the warmth of my ass, to make men proud. I feel like a cum-obsessed Superman - placed on earth, on this couch, to take cock and serve. Zeke breaks our longest kiss yet to tell me to exhale again and another dank, powerful cloud escapes my lips - it dies around us in gentle, half swirls. “Be with me” Zeke says as he places my hands on his abs and sticks the pipe against my lips. “Don’t disappoint me son” I hear John dominantly over the music. “Breathe in when I tell you - like weed baby, and hold it in.” I hear the familiar click of the lighter, a few seconds pass as I watch more of the crystals dissolve, “suck baby” Zeke says, “slow and deep” I follow his command and take a massively long gulp of the sensational, power-giving smoke into me. “Fuck! Yes boy!” someone says. “Hold it” Zeke says as the seconds race past and my nerve endings tingle to remind me of their need for cum. “Exhale” he replies and I hear myself breathe out as stem of the pipe parts my lips again and I hear the instruction to breathe again. The last hit is big, and the thumping of the music meshes with the thumping behind my ears - not uncomfortable, just a reminder from my twisted mind that it needed me to take cock - the urgency filled my being with a cold, metallic need that washed over me with increasing, shivering need. “Exhale and look at me” I hear Zeke say, I hadn’t even realised I’d closed my eyes, and opening them reveals the perfect form of Zeke staring back at me. His soft smile peers down into my soul through my eyes as he meets me in a short kiss before telling me “one more” and repeats the motion of feeding me the pipe and more smoke. He’s right - the next hit of whatever it is, is like a mega power-up. The urgent waves of physical shivering are replaced with gentle, convulsions that travel down my spine and shudder in my cum-drenched ass. It’s like rebellious landing crews are re-directing my energy back to my ass and I suddenly groan at the intensity of the pleasure. “There we are” Zeke says as he watches me - a see someone pass him a glass of liquid which he shots and returns before being given another. “Come here boy” he commands “shot this” he pours some foul tasting liquid into my mouth and pinches my nose shut to force me to swallow. It burns my already sore throat as the glass disappears and a bottle of lucozade appears - “chase it” Zeke says and I take massive gulps of the glucose drink to wash out the metallic sourness of the shot. As my ass throbs with kinetic, essential force a growing warmth rises to greet it - a comforting sense of complete safety and security - like I could do anything with anyone and never worry. The two forces meld and I groan loudly to a chorus of approvals around me. “Oh fuuuck” I exclaim loudly closing my eyes “No baby, eyes open” Zeke says and I comply as my hands move to my nipples, to my own abs and tweak and grope and paw at myself. Zeke is smiling triumphantly as he looks at me one last time, meets me in a kiss and pushes me back into the couch so my legs are splayed over the edge. “Fuck Zeke” I hear John say “you earned this - go find Kem and tell him I sent you” John emerges from the haze of my passions as Zeke slowly clambers off me and joins John in an extraordinary kiss. I watch and reach down to play with my hole as I imagine John fucking Zeke but before I can even feel my hole, Guy appears in view above me from behind the couch to grab both my arms and place my hands on his comfortingly hot, hard cock. I groan at the touch as muscle God reappears to pin my legs behind my head and expose my hole. “You flying pup?” He asks as his insanely thick mushroom head pulses against the lips of my ass. I gargle an assent as my ass parts on a sudden thrust and penetration is greeted by an audible pop. “Fucking tight and wet” muscle god says as he sinks his coke can of a cock into me. My ass closes around the base of his huge dick and he immediately starts an aggressive, dominant pounding. The walls of my ass are lubed with cum but muscle god is stretching me to my limit - I know he is - only my body isn’t responding as it should. Rather than registering pain it’s registering pleasure and doing everything to massage the girth of muscle gods cock in my shivering pussy. I know my ass must be tender but that only makes the pleasure more intense as he batters my chute over and again. Guy utters a string of glorious encouragements before I hear him ask about “my special power” I gaze up at him leaning over me behind the sweat soaked shoulders of the man pounding me and see him winking at me. He releases my arms and I see his hand snake between muscle God and me to my cum-dribbling crotch. “Let’s see” he mutters as he violently grabs my cage and twists. My ass responds, but not as it did before. Rather than piercing pain, the sensation from my crotch magnifies the vibrations pulsing down my spine - the tempo changes at the new instruction registered in my crotch pulses through the ring of my hole incessantly gripping and sucking on the base of muscle god’s cock. “Interesting” I hear Guy exclaim as muscle god groans. “Fuck pup…” he kneels up and remains perfectly still. In this position I see his vast musculature, my eyes travel from his thick neck to the perfect v-taper and his cock, buried to the hilt in my shivering body. Guy twists again and it’s like my body goes into reverse. My hole violently sucks on muscle god’s cock - from the lips of my ass to the deep velvet warmth of my guts - I’m jealously pulling him into me in the hope I will extract his load. “Yeah” he says breathlessly as I hear a chorus of ‘fucks’ and ‘hots’ from the men around us. “Goddam you’re special” I hear Guy say almost ruefully as he masters the controls of my body. I groan a long thank you as Guy smiles, one hand tweaks my nipple and his mastery is complete. Pulling and tweaking my body, Guy is able to direct my newfound superman-like energy around the thick invader in my ass - with the last pulsing motions, muscle god grabs my traps and shoves me further onto his cock. My tight hole and warm guts welcome a few more centimetres of him into me as a fearsome knot of cum passes up his shaft. “Fuckkkkk! Take it pup!” He bellows as the knot erupts from his dick head with almost physical violence. I could feel the thickness of his load as it splattered it’s immediate surroundings. Another knot erupts into me as he cries out, this load filling my chute to bursting. “More cum pup” he grimaced as two more volleys filled every void in my ass around his cock. Load Count : IX “Good pup” he sighed “glad I got that in you. Keep it warm, ok! It’s precious” he said tussling my sweat soaked hair as Guy released the controls to my ass. Guy leant into kiss him and they made out over me, muscle god dripping sweat onto my hairless, cock-pierced body. John hovers behind Guy and I catch a glimpse of his proud expression from under muscle god. “Taking all loads” he says with a strange emphasis as Guy breaks the kiss and smirks, also looking down at me “Atta boy” he says as all three of them chuckle.

Pull your shorts down and bend over or if your comfortable them get naked. See a guy you want to fuck you? Bend over and spread your cheeks and take his load repeat as needed.

There is nothing better to be face down ass up in the open and getting plowed while others can see the action! I find it so hot when getting fucked and looking around and seeing other guys watching. Most of the time I get a few to join in or do other things to me while getting fucked.

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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.

Definitely hot, can’t wait for the next one

Fuck yeah...impregnate the Kid...knock him up...fill the li'l slut with your toxic Poz babies...the fuck flu is roaring down the track...lucky boy!!!🧑🍑🍆💦☣️🦂🎁😈🔥🎇🐷😛😋😂

turn on for me. Tells others how used i am and tells me how used a fellow bottoms is.

My thought would be that guys who list safe/condoms in their profiles may be signaling a willingness to use them, not a requirement that they be used, which would be congruent with your findings. It's also possible that some guys are simply virtue signaling with their profiles, paying homage to the notion of safer sex, while not actually following through on it. And it's also possible that some guys listed condoms as a measure many years ago, have since gone on PrEP, but have never bothered to update their profiles.

Or, several lined up on the fuckbench - shoulder to shoulder - Holes up, taking on any/all Cocks. I think the fuckbench in the darkroom at Slammer is at least 5' long .... maybe more. You can start at one end, and (as other Cocks unload and move on) rut your way down the line to the other end. Can't do that much after 10 though - it gets crammed full of men by then.

Thanks, man. New chapter coming soon. xxx

This just took me over edge, thinking of your words, My fat daddy dick has been leaking. Make me your son knock me up.

It was 4am, just getting ready for work. Guy messages me on bbrt, wants to unload inside me. Tells me that the door will be open, dark room and I should get naked and be arse up ready. I get to his, just around the corner from work and do as I'm told like a good sub pig I am. Before I knew it, with no lube whatsoever, he's fully balls deep in me and I'm moaning loudly, felt so good that a dry raw cock was in me, even if it was a little painful!. 5 minutes of the best fuck I've ever had, he shudders and deposits a huge load inside me. Told me to wait until he's gone then I can leave. I spent the rest of the day sitting in cum filled boxers.

I was at my local ABS and it had been a relatively slow night. There was a couple of men there that I wanted to blow and a few others that I didn't. Grindr had proven useless and I had signed out. Then I noticed one of my marks checking his grindr so I logged in and hit him up. He said he was looking to suck. I usually don't want to receive, but I was ready to leave so I was ok with feeding him. We danced around a bit and he said he was OK to suck me in the open. We kept getting messed up by a troll so it took a minute. I posted up in a dark spot and started openly jerking. A few men walked by and briefly watched but moved on when I didn't make eye contact. I saw my guy and he had his cock out. It looked great. 6 inches flaccid! Finally he leaned back on the wall in an open hallway and just looked at me. I knew he had flipped and wanted me to service him. Totally fine with me! I moved to him, pulled down my pants, got on my faggot knees and took his long, now hard, cock in my pig mouth. It was so nice. Easily the best cock of my now five-cock night. At first he just let me suck him as he hardened up even more. Then he grabbed my head and began FUCKING my mouth like crazy. He was shoving his cock into my throat over and over. I was alternately moaning and gagging but always loving this rough, public treatment. He began talking to me, telling me to suck his cock, deepthroat his cock, suck his balls. When I began sucking his beautiful shaved balls he was jacking his big hard cock right in front of my eyes. This is one of my favorite positions. On my knees sucking a beautiful ballsack while a man jacks off so close his hand and cock are all I can see. After alternately sucking his balls and deepthroating his cock for several more minutes, he asked me out LOUD if I wanted his nut. I let his cock slip from my mouth, looked him in in the eyes, and in an equally loud voice I said, "Yes sir, please let me have your thick, hot cum!!!" He grabbed my head with both hands and resumed throating me hard-and-fast. He exclaimed, "I'm going to cum," and shoved his cock balls deep into my cocksucker mouth and begin pumping his nut. I felt the base of his cock pulse and then his first heavy spurt jet straight into my throat. He resumed fucking my mouth and half of his semen went straight into my throat and the other half pooled in my piggy mouth. He pulled out and shoved his balls in my mouth as he jacked the last few drops of his cum on my face. When he was finished he shoved his cock back in my mouth and told me to clean it and make sure I didn't miss a drop that would soil his clothes. This allowed me to lovingly suck his beautiful cock and ballsack for another minute or so. This fag loves feeling a cock go soft in it's mouth as much as it likes feeling it get hard. Eventually he said, "That's enough bitch!" Then he zipped up and walked away without another word. He left me kneeling there in the hallway, ass and cock out, my belly full of his cum and several drops on my face. As he walked away, I saw the other men who had been watching stare briefly then lose interest and move on as well. I was wishing there had been three or four (or 10) more men like him to take his place as I stood and pulled up my pants. After that finale, I washed my hands and left, driving home with his cum still on my face to go along with my smile. I was thinking how that was a pretty good conclusion to a cocksuckers duty session.

If they can start a new Grindr account to appear to be a different person… so can you. You can even do it with your present account. Change your display name (you can do that at any time), rewrite your profile text, and change out your pics to ones that aren’t identifiable with the current ones. In other words, go under cover. If they can’t find you, they can’t harass you. And I don’t know about the other guy, but if Quark keeps coming back, you could always try buying him off with a few bars of latinum.

Chapter One: Halloween ~ Gym Fun Before I knew it my dick became hard, my cunt twitched, and I wanked over his pics for a good few hours with all kinds of depraved fantasy filth going through my mind until I shot a big medicated neg load. Including today this would be my wank routine for the 7 days. Although on the second day of these 7 days I subCONSCIOUSLY stopped taking my PrEP and adjusted my profile regarding this accordingly. None of this p☢️z bull's pics showed his face or nude body pics; They were all faceless and body dressed in full Leather gear, with some images of his beautiful t☣️xic serpent-Dick 🐍. Some pics of his Dick showed it in soft mode, others he had a full on erection, showing off his 12* in length and 5" in girth monster. When fully erect it pointed directly upwards which showed off the tatted serpent that wrapped around his shaft from the base all the way to the tip where the serpent's tongue slithered out. On the eighth day I opened his profile again, and started wanking off, [banned word] at his pics, when suddenly a message from this stud-bull came through. He had also been looking at my profile (with face, body and ass pics) every day but had his tracking hidden so I didn't know he had been keeping a close eye on me. The subJECT to his message was; ''Oi, fAGGOT.'' I let go of my dick as my cunt twitched to reading his stern opening line. I opened his message, it read as follows; Listen up pig, either we fuck, or I block you. What is it to be? If we are to fuck, you will give me your number, NOW! Instead of logging out or closing the tab I flipped my laptop shut. I stood bolt upright, and paced around my home. Here I was having in the 2 years that I had been on PrEP 💊 not taken it now for 7 days, and being proP☣️Zitioned by a high viral old top. He had pushed my most inner button, and now I found myself wondering if I should switch that inner button back off as the counselling had taught me, or just let go. I had to forget about this for a while, so I jumped in the shower, washed, and douched (in case I got lucky), and headed off to the gym. I usually worked out two hours a day Monday to Saturday, working out my lower body 4 times a week and my upper body twice a week. Needless to say the best part to my young body was my high round tight ass. I was naturally only slightly hairy, but what hair I did have I like to shave off, all over, pubic hair too. The only hair on my body was my hair which was a few inches long which I groomed into a messy spikey style. Familiar faces at the gym were surprised to see me there on a Sunday, and they included a 47 year old fellow gay, and a 54 year old hairy rugby build married guy. This extra day at the gym I decided to work out my ass again, so for the fifth time this week. I worked out a little longer than usual so to time it that I went to the showers the same time as my married hairy rugby stud. He finished working out, and off he went, and I followed. He stripped naked, locked his belongings in the locker, threw his towel over his broad muscular shoulder, and headed off to the shower cubicles. He was one of these men that was not discreet when in the changing room and just let himself be naked as much as he could, and why not, what a fine specimen he was. He went into his shower cubicle, purposefully leaving the cubicle door open, hit the shower on and faced outwards as the hot water sprayed all over his solid rugby build, his wet chest hair now clinging to his well built pecs. He rubbed himself all over, and stroked his Dick until he was fully erect, because he just KNEW I would be sniffing about 😉 He looked out of his shower cubicle and sure enough there I stood, watching him. He smirked, motioned me in where the usual happened. The cubicle door would shut, I would be pushed under the shower with my hands pressed against the shower tiles, my body bent over and my rugby stud just sliding in, no lube, no foreplay, just a no holes barred RAW fuck. A few minutes of rutting and he nutted in my guts. 💦 💦💦 Once spent he withdrew, and motioned me towards the cubicle door where he made me kneel down facing him where I was made to lick his Dick clean. Once done I left his shower area with his seed in my ass. My 47 year old fellow gay was standing outside his shower cubicle, towel wrapped around his waist. As he went to go into his cubicle he motioned me to follow. Once both inside he removed his towel, got me to kneel in front of him, then he done something he had not done before. He put his flaccid Dick into my mouth and just held it there, and then, he started pissing into my mouth. We had only fucked until now. I was taken by surprise and I instinctively started gulping down his warm golden juice. With a stomach full of piss I got to sucking him from flaccid to his state of being fully erect, and that did not take long. And now he needed to unload. He pulled me to my feet, switched the shower on and just like with my hairy rugby bull my hands pressed against the warm wet tiles as Dick number two of the day entered me, no lube, just shoved in, not that any lube was needed as I already had a load nutted into my ass. A few quick minutes of fast hard fucking and a second load was being sprayed into my greedy guts. My second gym buddy withdrew, and again like my rugby hunk made me kneel in front of him to clean him up. I went home and now felt hornier than ever, so I flipped my laptop back open and logged back in. There was another message from the intoxicating t☣️xic bull, what did it say I thought, trembling now with anticipation. I opened it; - And now you go silent. You have until midnight to reply, or I am blocking you. He had no intention of blocking me really, he was just having fun luring me into his t☣️xic lair! 😈 I hurriedly typed out a message; - Sorry Sir, I went to the gym. My number is ... I wrote out my number, then hit ''send''. What the fuck have I done?

Well did get fucked at Club Z in Seattle. I had a good time I decided to extend my hours. Went to the front desk and told him I had a great time and wanted to extend my time. He smiled and said’ I know I fucked you twice”.

After my first bare fuck, I just couldn't enjoy a cock up my ass unless it was bare.

My very hungry hole....

Taking loads at a discreet anon busy hotel few mins from Paddington/Bayswater/Queensway. Thursday evening (4pm til very late) on 17th November. Ass up door on latch to pump dump and dash, or stay and play for longer. Horny group of guys lined up - some who’ve loaded me before others for the first time. No loads refused, one sloppy spunk filled hole for you to slide in and use. WhatsApp 07900 533724 and I’ll share some vid clips from previous Cumdump meets show you why this hole looks like loading d and taking more… Or post below if you’re up for it. May also be a second bottom there for fucking too. Pick your hole or mix and match 😜

It happened the fall of my sophomore year of high school in the mid-seventies. It was a Friday and I was in the bathroom in between classes and started reading the graffiti on the wall of the stall. Sixteen year-olds are in a permanent state of “horny”. Being gay in the seventies limited my resources to get things taken care of. This is before smart phones, internet access, or even VHS porn. Dirty writing on the walls, classified personal ads and dime store fuck-smut were all a guy had to keep from losing his mind. The stall was completely covered in writing, drawings and cum. It had multiple-colored handwriting and scribbled juvenile drawings of really big cocks spurting cum into the air. Of course, there was the occasional plea to suck someone's cock or to fuck. Today, I ran across an ad for a blowjob. I was not a virgin, but suffice it to say I wasn't setting any records in the getting laid either. “Call 612-809-4373 if you want me to send one down your throat.” Short, simple and to the point. The bell rang indicating that 5th period was about to start so I took out my pen and wrote the number inside my notebook and joined my class. I understood the chances of that old number still working would be slim. The entire wall appeared as through no one has touched it in ages. I had a boner all throughout 5th period thinking about it and then again during 6th. I lived pretty far from my school so it took the bus about 45 minutes to get me home. I ran upstairs and flew into the bathroom and stroked one off. I took a quick shower and jumped on my motorcycle and was off to flip burgers for the evening. We were pretty busy, but I still couldn't get the writing on the wall out of my mind. What kind of a sick deviate would put their phone number on a public bathroom wall? What kind of a deviate would call it? During my break, I finished my dinner in lightning speed. I was the only person in the back room. I hadn't thought this through but I rushed over to the desk phone and pulled out the number and called it. My heart was racing. What the fuck was I doing? The phone was ringing. What if a lady answers? What would I say? What if an old man answers? I seriously thought the phone was going to be out of order, but it wasn't. “Hello?” It was a guy and he didn't sound like an old man but he was certainly older than me. Everyone was older than me. “Hello?” came from the receiver again. Damn what do I say? Then he said, “Is anybody there?” I hung up. I couldn't do it. Perspiration covered my forehead. I cleaned up my dinner dishes and went back into the kitchen to help with the orders. I couldn't help thinking that the guy sounded really cute. Well more hot than cute. When I got home that evening around 10:00 p.m., I said hello to my parents and catapulted up the stairs and jumped into the shower then dove into bed. I lay there thinking about the voice on the other side of the phone and wondered if it was the source of the writing on the wall? My dick got hard. I jumped out of the bed, got the phone number and the phone and landed back in my bed in a flash. Then I jumped up and locked my bedroom door, shut off the light and flew back into the bed. I squeezed my dick so it would go down a little. I turned on my reading light and dialed the number. “Hello?” It was him. Oh my fucking god it was the same guy. It was unmistakably him. Shit, what do I do? “Hello,” he repeated. Say something you moron or he'll hang up! “Who's this?” Then he lowered his voice and said, “...I know why you're calling.” How could he know why I was calling? What does he mean? I cleared my throat and finally said, “ Hello. I um, I um. Hello?” “I’m still here,” he said. I panicked and made up a stupid story about finding a notebook at my school that had this phone number on it and I was checking to see if it was his. There was a pause on the other end of the line and then he told me, “I doubt that would be my notebook. Are you sure you are calling about a notebook?” I tried to sound confident, but I was a jumble of nerves; stuttering like a buffoon. “Yes, I’m calling about the notebook,” I tried to reassure him. Again after a few seconds of silence he said, “Are you sure you aren’t calling about the writing on the wall? Isn’t that the real reason you’re calling me?” I cleared my throat again and spoke very quietly, “Yes, I’m calling about…about the…writing on the wall. Is it yours?” He matched my intensity and responded, “Yes, it is mine. I wrote that. My heart was beating so fast. Remember this is a sixteen year old cock learning to find its way in the world with little help from anyone. I didn’t know what to say next so I remained silent. He asked where I lived and I told him. He responded, “Interesting. We live really close to each other.” How is that possible? I lived 45 minutes away from school. My high school had over 5,000 students; the size of a small university. It served people from all around the entire radius of the County. He went on to tell me that he was 19 and lived with his parents when he wasn’t in college. He was on a break. Further chat deduced that we lived in the same subdivision. He asked if I liked porn. I said, “Yes.” He said his parents were gone for the weekend and that I should come over and he’d show me what he had. I couldn’t help myself; I had to do this so I told him I’d be there in 15 minutes. I dressed and walked quietly down the stairs hoping my parents were already in bed. With no sign of them I sneaked out the back door and walked my motorcycle out to the road before starting it and driving off. I found his house and pulled into the drive and parked on the side of the house as instructed. The house was dark as if no one was home. I began to get nervous. What if this was a hoax and this guy sent me on a wild goose chase? Still, I knocked. He answered the door in only a pair of jeans that were partially unzipped. He was masculine and very good looking, but not pretty. He had dark brown hair and a well-defined chest with dusting of hair and a treasure trail leading down past his navel disappearing into a forest of a thick brown bush. He invited me in and led me into the living room. When he turned around I saw nicely shaped hips and a bubble butt that was stuffed into his jeans. We sat and made small talk. He had gone to my high school 2 years prior; he knew the burger joint where I worked, stuff like that. After about 10 minutes we ran out of small talk so he asked if I wanted to see his porn mags. He led me back to his bedroom. He slid opened the closet and reached up to a top shelf and pulled out a couple of glossy shiny magazines. We sat on the end of his bed and he flipped through the first magazine. The pictures were of hyper masculine guys; very hairy, muscular and butch. There was also lots of leather, motorcycles and uncut cocks. He handed that magazine to me and I took over the flipping. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he pulled out his cock. It was thick, long and hard and cut with a beautiful head that resembled the shape and color of a plum. My heartrate increased. I put the magazine down and he got up and stood in front of me, took my hand and moved it to his cock. His cock was hot and pulsing. He said in a soft raspy voice, “You know you can never tell anyone about this because I would get into a lot of trouble.” I told him that I wasn’t about to tell anyone anything, ever. “Have you ever sucked a cock?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. With that he put his hands on the back of my head and guided me down to his dick. I stared at it for a few seconds and then I put the head in my mouth. It smelled and tasted fantastic. I could smell the musk emanating from his bush. He unzipped his pants fully and pulled out his balls. The smell was driving me crazy and I started to suck his cock deeper. At sixteen I had some experience sucking dick starting as early as 12 years old, but hadn’t yet learned the technique for deep throating. I continued to take more and more into my mouth leaving his cock wet and glistening. He had his hands on the back of my head and started making little sounds of approval with his throat. These little guttural sounds would become one of the biggest turn-ons for me in the years to come. He then pulled me up and shoved my shorts to my knees. He had me lay on the bed on my side so my ass was facing the foot of the bed. I heard him spit on his hand. Fuck, he was going to fuck me. His cock is too big for me, but I wanted it so bad. The question wasn’t would I let him fuck me, but how much will this hurt when he does fuck me. He smeared the saliva along my asshole and spit again on his cock. I felt the head at the entrance of my hole. I wouldn’t learn about poppers for several more years and I was too young to drink. This was going to be a challenge. I took a deep breath and he started putting pressure on the ass. It was slippery and really felt erotic, nasty and hot. I was experiencing the primal urge that all guys experience just before they take cock in their ass. His cock head was sliding all around the outside of my hole. I was unintentionally nudging my hole to match up with his cock. He spit again and this time pushed just hard enough that he penetrated my ass ring. I felt his cock head rest just inside my sphincter. I gasped out of inexperience, a little fear and shear adrenalin at the same time. It hurt. It hurt badly. I froze and tensed up and the owner of the cock could tell I was struggling. He put his face next to mine, kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “That’s it baby, give me what I need. Don’t make me stop. Relax. That’s it. It’ll get better in a minute.” He had the head resting just inside me and stayed completely still. As I got used to it, the initial pain subsided and I started breathing regularly again. He told me he wasn’t going to move until I was ready and when I was, I was to push back on him to signal it was cool to continue. I agreed and remained still. I could feel him rubbing saliva around the perimeter of his cock. After a few more minutes the pain completely subsided so I pushed back just a little. He pushed forward and another inch or so of his cock pushed through my ring. “Okay, okay, stop there. Oh shit. Damn. I’m not sure I can do this, dude. Pull it out, take it out, man.” I was breathing heavily at this point and about to panic when he froze and leaned against my back again and began kissing the crook of my neck and behind my ear moaning ever so slightly. “Oh baby, I need this little man. You feel so good. You’re doing just fine. That’s it just relax. He kept his word and remained still. Again the pain drifted away and was replaced by a warm erotic nasty feeling that you only get from having a stranger’s cock inside you. I started pushing back; he reciprocated and eventually he bottomed out at his balls. “Sweetheart, you have my entire dick inside you. Can you feel that?” All I could do is squirm and moan as he pulsed his hot throbbing dick inside my ass. Suddenly, for the first time in my life my “cunt” got horny to be fucked. Prior to this I had gotten fucked several times, but I just tolerated it. It didn’t necessarily feel good. This was different. I had this hot boys fat cock buried balls deep and there was no pain just white-hot lust and an undying need to be fucked. I moaned, “Yeah, oh that’s good.” I could feel his breath at my neck again and he whispered, “What was that?” Again I mumbled erotic little inaudible sounds. “Talk to me baby, what are you saying? Tell me what you want.” I didn’t know what to say, but I wanted him to fuck me. I pushed back again. God his dick felt so good. It was almost like my ass lips itched and his cock was the only thing that would scratch it. “No, you need to tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it.” “Fuck me.” “Sorry, I didn’t get that,” he taunted. “FUCK ME! Please fuck me. I need you to fuck the hell out of me.” While I was carrying on like a depraved child I began bucking back and forth on his cock. “That’s what I wanted to hear from you pretty boy. Now take a deep breath, give up that ass to me and let’s fuck,” he said. He pulled his dick out a bit and pushed back in. Bliss. He pulled further out and pushed back in a little harder. Heaven. Then he pulled almost entirely out but stopped where his mushroomed plum-like head stretched my ass ring at its max and held it there before plunging back in balls-deep. Nirvana! There was no more language spoken between either of us for the next 30 minutes or so. In order to communicate, all we could do was groan, moan, squeal and grunt. We locked eyes sharing our unspoken mutual lust and animalistic needs. The room got really warm from our body heat and heavy panting. He still had his jeans on at mid-thigh and I still had by shorts pulled down just above the knee. I was still lying on my side while he stood pumping that magnificent cock in and out of me. At one point he pulled out and yelled, “Not yet, no, no, no. Not yet.” I could feel his cock leaving a slimy trail across my butt cheek as he tried to ward off his climax. I was able to plead in the middle of my panting, “Yeah, man. Don’t cum just yet. I need more of this, please don’t cum.” He said, “Be still. Don’t move. I’m too close.” Then he leaned against me and kissed my neck and whispered, “Oh baby, this is the best ass I’ve ever fucked. You make me feel like such a man. When I bury my cock in your ass all the way to my balls, my nipples harden.” He was ready to go again and reinserted his cock, “Can I cum in you? Please. Will you let me shoot my load inside you? I’m so hot for you baby,” he begged. I nodded yes and then he started pile driving his cock in and out of me. He grabbed my ass cheek and my shoulder and pounded harder and harder. The ring of my ass was on fire as he repeatedly stretched it out leaving me delirious. Then it happened. He buried his cock in my ass to the root and froze. Put his face in the crook of my neck, his chest against my back and wrapped his arms completely around me encasing me and then started to tremble. He began making faint subtle micro vocal noises like a wounded animal; that grew slowly into a sexy snarl. And that grew into a full out masculine roar that came from the innermost core of his soul. I could feel cum pumping into me. I could feel his balls swell and contract as his cock spurted. He continued to roar and blow load after load inside me. I grabbed my cock and stroked it off to a powerful climax while his cock blew the last of its load deep in my ass. My ass lips pulsed around his cock every time I shot a volley of cum onto his bed. Feeling this, he turned into a mad man and started fucking me again with a vengeance. I could feel how sloppy my ass had become from his load. It was sloshing around making nasty sounds as he continued to fuck me. His cock felt so good because it was completely covered in cum. After about 10 minutes, he did the same thing; wrapped himself around me, froze, trembled and emitted a roar as he blew another load inside me. We lay there breathing in silence as we recovered. I reached between my legs and felt his balls which were covered in cum. His cock slipped out and a dribble of cum escaped from my ass. We didn’t say much as we got up and pulled our cloths together. He walked me to the door and said he had a hot time and that we should do it again sometime, especially since we lived so close. He asked never to stop unannounced because of his parents. I told him it was cool. We did get together several times after that. Once he called the burger joint and said he had just driven through and saw me working. He wanted me to come over after work and drove us out to a secluded area and fucked me in the back seat. I’ll never forget the way he orgasmed; froze, trembled, snarled, and then roared. Every single time. It’s hard to believe that by simply reading the writing on the wall it would lead to what would become one of the best fucks of my young life. I really get off on your comments.

Hey pigs. Another one-off short story. Hope you like it. Lemme know in the comments. xxx ___ Breeding Ben’s Buggy Bunghole I was out of town for a conference and horny, so I went to the hotel bar. I knew I should have kept my dick in my pants. A guy I was seeing had told me that morning that he’s tested positive for something and that I should get checked out. I figured I’d take care of whatever pills or shot in the ass I’d need when I got home. At the bar, I saw this very sexy guy sitting alone with an empty stool next to him. I asked if it was free and he invited me to sit down, introducing himself as Ben and flirting with me. As the place was full and that was the only seat, I was glad to have a place to perch, especially next to a sexy guy who was clearly into me. Ben told me that he was married, to a man, and that he and his husband, Peter, had been together for a few years before Peter realized that Ben was never going to settle down. He’d always assumed that Ben wanted a monogamous heteronormative relationship. Ben told me that he enjoyed hooking up with new guys and taking their loads home to Peter to eat out of his hole. Ben could tell that his nasty talk was making me hard and he reached for my crotch. My hardening cock rewarding his grasp with a steady stream of precum that leaked through my trousers faster than I’d have liked. He told me that his husband really liked it when he had risky sex, so whatever my status was he didn’t want to know. I asked him if he was a bug chaser and he winked, asking me, ‘Why? You have any bugs?’ I was about to tell him about my hookup’s news, but Ben pressed his finger to my lips saying, ‘Shhhhh…’ I asked if he wanted to go back to my room, and Ben eagerly agreed. The guy sitting next to us clearly overheard the whole conversation and raised his eyebrows, giving me a thumbs up. I could tell that overhearing out conversation had gotten him hard as well as he adjusted his bulge. Ben and I made out in the elevator and tore each other’s clothes off as we tumbled into my hotel room. He shucked off my pants and yanked my briefs down before swallowing my cock to the root. He was clearly horny to get fucked. I told him that I’d be happy to rubber up if he wanted me to and he told me he’d rather take me raw. He didn’t ask my status and I didn’t volunteer. As he toyed with my cock I whispered, ‘hope you don’t catch anything you can’t get rid of.’ He gobbled my dick down as he looked up at me with hungry eyes. After Ben had sucked me to full dripping hardness, he swiveled around on his hands and knees and arched his back like a real pro piggy bottom. He leaned down with his face on the bedspread and used his hands to pry apart his alabaster ass cheeks. Ben’s butt was nearly hairless except for a little peach fuzz right around his hole. I lapped at his ass and managed two slip two fingers easily into him. When I pulled them out, I saw that they were slick with what I was pretty sure was nother guy’s load. Ben clenched his muscles down on my fingers and begged for more. I got all four fingers and my thumb inside lubed up and wet with my oozing precum. Ben asked if I minded taking some pics with his phone and I obliged with my other hand. I snapped away as I pulled my hand back so just my fingertips were inside his creamy hole and lined up my raw dick. I slipped inside with just precum and spit as lube. Ben was so wet inside I really didn’t need anything else. He moaned as my cock entered him. When I removed my hand, I was surprised to feel how loose and stretched-out Ben’s hole actually was. I could barely feel the sides of his chute as I pummeled his open sloppy cunt. He groaned and asked if I liked his opened-up pussy. I told him I did and he arched forward making my dick plop out of him. A torrent of white cream sluiced out all over the sheets. Ben asked me to lay down so he could ride me. He handed me his phone and had me make a video of him bouncing up and down on my dick. With his hole so opened up and sloppy, he could really take me deep. He pushed his cheeks together for more friction and got me close to cumming. He then stopped and just sat there, my hard bare dick throbbing deep inside his guts. Ben began to rock up and down reached for his phone. He grinned at me. He asked for my room number and then entered it into his phone and I heard a ‘whoosh’ as he sent it. He then sent the pics and video. He rode me slowly, keeping me rock hard and close to cumming. He looked down at me asking, ‘Remember Peter? My husband? Mind if he joins?’ I didn’t care, but wondered what would happen when he arrived. Also, I thought his choice of words was odd. I’d never met Peter, so how could I remember him? A few minutes later, there was a quiet knock at the door and he raised up and off to go answer it. He stood in the open doorway, kissing a man as he loosened his tie and pulled it above his collar. I thought he was undressing his husband, but instead, he stopped as the tie covered the man’s eyes. He tightened the knot back and guided him in. I wasn’t surprised to see that Peter was the guy at the bar on the other side of the empty stool. Ben smiled and led Peter to a chair. He unbuckled Peter’s belt and pushed his pants off before sitting him down. Peter opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Ben leaned forward and backed his gaped cummy pussy to his husband’s tongue. Peter lapped at Ben’s hole and moaned into it. He turned around, holding Peter’s blindfolded face as he stuck his ass out and rolled it around. Ben and Peter kissed as I rubbed my raw cock against his hole. I easily entered Ben’s slack asshole as he groaned into his husband’s mouth. “He’s fucking me, baby. He’s fucking me raw.’ Peter gulped for air asking, ‘Is he NEG, baby?’ ‘How should I know,’ Ben replied. Ben moaned saying, ‘Letting a stranger fuck you bareback is so risky! You know what happened last time!’ Ben turned over his shoulder looking up at me as I pounded my hips into his ass. ‘Last time, I got bugged with a few things. Nothing I can’t get rid of though.’ He winked at me as I pummeled his pussy. Somehow this slutty couple had turned the tables on me. I had been worried about not disclosing my trick’s recent diagnosis, and figured that I’d already been exposed to any bugs Ben was carrying. I picked up my pace and pounded his bare cunt. I railed Ben’s hole forcing him off his balance and into his husband’s chest and shoulders. I whispered that I was close and they both begged me to fill him up. I shot deep inside Ben and let my cock go soft inside him. As I pulled out, my seed, and likely at least a few other mens’ gushed out of him, splashing on Peter’s crotch and legs. As I went to the bathroom to take a piss and clean up, Ben guided Peter to the floor on his back and sat on his face. Peter lapped at his husband’s used slutty hole as more and more seed slipped out and into his mouth. ‘Yeah, baby. Eat those loads. Fucking stranger cum dripping down your throat!’ Peter moaned his approval as he lapped at his husband’s sloppy used cunt. When I came out of the bathroom, the two of them had gone, but Peter had left his business card. It turned out that they lived in my town and were both here on business. I would definitely be breeding Ben again... hopefully after we both got treated for anything I’d caught deep in his hole or was carrying before I got there.

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i have been fascinated with taking things up my ass...all things, the bigger around, the better...ever since i was "owned" by a Mistress back in 2002 and took my first fist. Since then, i have gotten my hole to stretch wide enough to take a diameter of 5 inches. i wasn't interested in taking things deeper inside...past the 2nd "ring"...until i started watching porn with guys taking 25 inch dildos or arms to the elbow or even to the shoulder. That was 3 years ago. i was truly amazed and infatuated with this...i had to experience this!! i went out, bought my 1st dildo which was an inch in diameter and 18 inches long and started my "training". The first time that dildo pushed past that second "ring", i almost came. The sensation was indescribable. With practice came my 1 1/2" dildo, then 2", etc...ten days ago, i got my first arm to the elbow!!! i watched in amazement as the bump in my "belly" moved around and around, as he wiggled his fingers inside me! i did cum that time. He slurped that cum up while keeping his arm inside me. When he finally, slowly pulled his arm out, i was left feeling "empty" but with a satisfied feeling. He has "armed" me twice since then and we are now practicing on going deeper. During all my stretching and deep anal, the only thing i have ever used were poppers or alcohol...i want to remember the sensations i feel, each time goals are met and new goals attempted!

Eh its probably more updated to be like their other bars. But we will see.

When my friends are hurting, I don't push. I just tell them I am holding space for them, and if they need someone to talk or just someone to listen or set in the dark with them in quiet. I struggle not to tear up when my friends are crying. It is hard to watch them hurt. People will often feel uncomfortable with crying and will hand them a tissue or tell them anything to stop the tears becaus of their own discomfort. Let them cry. They need to. It's a gift that they trust you with their vulnerability. People who try to stop the cry are making a selfish move.

This is such a damn good story @doomweaver3. Thank you for writing it! Woof.

I voted for a darkroom, because a bottom that may still be wrestling with devoting himself to cumdumpery may find it easier to jettison his fears in the dark, without the ephemera of onlookers, visual distractions allowing his mind to wander. In the darkness of a room dedicated to men Breeding men, with only the sounds of groans of pleasure, piston-like Cocks about to shoot, whispers of men about to Breed each other, the bottom's focus can be better aimed at becoming one part of the whole - a cog in the wheel of relentlessly Breeding men. I think that well-seasoned barebackers like to Breed where other men can watch, appreciate, get into the Lust being acted out in front of their eyes. There doesn't need to be bright light, dimly lit areas are fine, and the more men that watch other men fucking each other, the harder their Cocks will get to join in. The whispers of the darkroom become the more blunt statements of cumdumpery - from both the T and the b - when other like-minded men have gathered to share raw sex. There's nothing at all wrong with Breeding each other in bright daylight, of course - but I can understand how some guys might think that a bridge too far ..... at least for the time being. Each - the darkrooms, and the somewhat illuminated backrooms - have their usefulness.

I love knowing that some stranger used my cunt for his pleasure (not mine) and pumped me full of his thick, hot cum. Especially if he just walks away afterwards like I'm not there, or tells me to get the fuck out of his place now that I've served my purpose. Also love taking a messy cum facial and getting told to leave without being allowed to clean up.

Fuck yes it is -

It is. I don't think I could ever use a condom again. I love the feeling of being filled with cum.

Been a busy hole...

When i first met my husband it hurt being fuck( he 9.5x 6) i was a new btm and was worried i never like it. He kept hitting inside & hurt . I always puch hime back, but after month my hole was craving fucks. I got poppers& that night he popp threw something & went way deep, ( guess i was never twking him all the way. After that my hole opens and he deep fucks me, and i never feel his loads coming out. My ass is gone from tight boi ass too mancunt. Btm after being regular fucks threw ass ring you start having anal orgasms