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Was contacted from my locanto ad last night, a father and son wanting a morning session, there family is on holidays on the gold coast for 2 weeks. Gave them my address 8 am today they texted me saying that they are here. I let them in. Had the usual chit chat, they told me they said to there wife and mum that they were going to learn to surf. They were spit roasting me and taking turns fucking my mouth and my ass. 15 minutes later the son was cumming in my ass and the father was cumming in mouth. They are coming around tomorrow for another session, I looking forward to being bred by the dad and swallowing the sons cum. Father is 44 and son is 20

Had a hot foursome today with my buddy, my younger regular fuckboy and his mate so it was 2 daddies on 2 boys. Me and my buddy put the boys on their bellies and ate out their holes and got em good n wet. We mounted the boys and started fucking them. We swapped boys every few minutes. They were whining like horny pups so we decided it was time to seed them. My buddy ws balls deep in my fuckboy and I was fuking his mate. My Buddy is hairy bear of a man and I love watching him fuck - he said he was gunna cum and I was close too so we emptied our balls in their arses at the same time. We’ve done this loadsa times but it’s always horny as fuck

Best Western 2 A few weeks ago I met a guy that had contacted me through one of the dating sites at the Best Western and took his loads. About a week after that unsurprisingly I came down with a case of the "fuck flu". Today I got a message from him saying he was back in town at the same Best Western and he had a surprise for me. I told him I would be there soon and got started cleaning up and putting on some jock underwear. When I got there he let me in and I noticed we weren't alone. There was a thin twinky young guy laying down flat on the bed with his hands and feet fastened with some kind of leather belts. He had a blindfold on and a ball gag in his mouth. I quickly stripped and waited for the top guy's command. He told me to get some lube from the tub on the nightstand and lube up the other guy's hole. I did so, not sure why he wanted me to do it. I quickly got the answer without asking though, because he told me to lube up my cock and fuck the twink. I haven't topped in years and don't really have a big dick so I'd probably never get a guy so cute, but since he was tied and blindfolded he had no idea and couldn't do anything about it anyway. So I stroked myself a little but was surprisingly already hard at the thought of feeling this tight little hole. I lubed up my little cock and then after testing the hole again with first one, then two, then three fingers I easily slid balls deep. The twink let out a little moan around the gag so I paused there for a second before pulling back out and then slamming back in as hard as I could. Damn, it felt good and I don't know why but I felt like topping for the first time in a long time. Pretty soon I was giving him all I had, my ass going up and down and my hips slapping his butt with each stroke. Then I felt a hand on my ass. First giving it a good slap, then feeling me up. I slowed down and paused for a second while a lubed finger probed my ass, then two with more lube. While I was still fully impaled into the twink I felt the big dick of the POZ top guy slide into me until he was also fully impaled. Then he pulled back out until only the tip remained right at my sphincter. I pulled out of the twink and back onto the dick until I was again fully impaled as he pushed back forward to force me down and keep me sheathed in the twink. We slowly figured out a rhythm and started to move faster, me being pumped as I was in turn pumping. All three of us were grunting, moaning and groaning as we could hear over the sound of skin slapping. This went on for a while until I felt the pumping of the POZ top start to get erratic and he groaned out "Oh yeah, giving both of you my DNA". I stopped fully inside the twink and the POZ top fully inside me. I felt his hot cum jetting into me and it triggered my orgasm as well, sending my now tainted seed into the twink. The POZ top pulled out and pushed me off the twink, then he mounted up and started pounding him hard. Soon he had blasted his second charged load directly into the twink. "I'm knocking your tight little faggot ass up!". He then unbuckled the twink and pushed me down on the bed and started giving me the same treatment, the twink watching and jerking his cock. The POZ top had amazing stamina, as his big dick never waned in hardness. It took a good long time before he came in me. Afterwards he said into my ear "He got my strain from both of us, I want you to help spread it far and wide". After that the twink and I both got dressed and I waited for him a minute outside while he had a few words with the POZ top. After he came outside we exchanged names on the dating site so we could maybe hook up again. Surprisingly he told me that he liked chubby dad types like me. I told him that I hadn't topped in a long time but had liked it again more than I thought I would. A about a week after that I got a message from the twink "I'm pregnant". I answered back "So am I". He asked me if I'd like to meet him. I told him I'd get a room at the Best Western where we had both been impregnated. "One of my friends from school would like to play with us". I told him that sounded great... but that's another story. To be continued?

This morning I had my first hookup with a married couple down in Wilton Manors. One being a Hispanic muscle top and the other was versatile, slim fit black guy. Both guys in their 40s. Anyway i had been wanting to take multiple loads but haven’t really had much luck on Grindr. I think I tend to be to picky sometimes. It was definitely worth the wait though, the muscle top fucked my ass first, hard and rough. I was on down on the bed, ass up, in my jock strap. He destroyed my ass and then exploded in me , as soon as he was finished his husband went right in and he was fucking me with my ass full of cum. It was amazing 🤩, I also normally don’t use poppers because I tend to get headaches but I was using them today to and it made the experience even better. It felt great feeling all that cum dripping out as I was getting fucked the second time, he then shot his load and by the time it was all over my hole was sloppy. It was definitely a great day, hopefully I can start something regular with them and maybe even so some amateur porn.

Fun at the Bathhouse I went to the bathhouse with a sexy friend who makes it clear that he takes all loads. There was a line to check-in, full of sexy men. My pal got buzzed and it took ten minutes for me to get to the counter. We somehow got separated and by the time I was undressing at my locker, my friend was already doing laps through the dimly lit corridors. I lost track of him here and there but kept an eye on my friend as he hunted for raw dick. There was a younger couple holding hands a few places in line behind us, one of whom looked excited and the other looked nervous. I nodded to them and made a point to keep my eyes open for them inside. My pal did the rounds from the private cabins, many of which had open doors with a guy ass up on the padded bench they called a bed. I went took a shower and jerked off a bit as guys walked by checking out my body and my meat. I soaked in the hot tub and a guy sat next to me. Ten seconds later, his knee was pressing against mine. A minute later he was jerking me off as he fingered his hole with his other hand. He leaned over and asked if I had a room. I knew all the rooms were occupied and there was a waiting list, so I shook my head. Clearly, the guy wanted to get fucked in a room. I was feeling warm, so I took a cool shower before heading to the dry sauna. I made sure to sit by the door so I could see if my friend passed by. A few minutes later, my pal saw me, and he joined me in the sauna. A hung bear guy was sitting on the upper bench and started to massage my friend’s shoulders. I heard my pal ask the stranger if he had a room. He nodded. My pal stood up and let the guy lead the way. I noticed a biohazard tattoo on the small of the guy’s back and knew my pal would be taking his first POZ load of the night in a few minutes. My friend was just out of the sauna door when the twinky couple came in. They sat opposite me. One was pale and blond, and he gripped his boyfriend’s muscled tanned arm for support. The tan one leaned over and pointed to the exiting stranger’s biohazard tattoo. He whispered, barely audible, ‘you see, that means he’s POZ.’ The blond nodded meekly. Another man came in and sat next to the blond. He opened his towel and revealed a hefty glistening cock with that now-familiar biohazard tattoo peeking out of his pubes. The blond saw it and gasped. The POZ man let his knee graze the blond’s, who moaned in response. ‘Babe, he’s touching my knee,’ the blond whispered to his boyfriend. ‘Do you want to play with him,’ he asked. The blond nodded. The tan guy reached over and opened his boyfriend’s towel. The POZ man reached for the blond’s dick, and soon both slowly jerked the blond off. I knew something sexy was about to happen and the tanned guy lifted and turned his boyfriend over, so his knees were on the bench and his face in the POZ man’s crotch. I watched his pink hole wince as his boyfriend crouched down to eat his creamy ass. The blond had no choice but to swallow the large POZ cock now dangling in his face. His eyes got big as he clocked the tattoo and traced it with his fingers. The blond went from hesitation to enthusiasm as he swallowed that big dick to the root. After a few minutes of ass-eating and cock-sucking, the POZ top and the tan boyfriend muttered some words, and they then flipped the blond right side up and lowering himself to sit on the POZ stranger’s big raw cock. The blond groaned as he took that stud’s inches. There were four other guys in the sauna, and by now we were all jerking off. One got up and grabbed the orange key strapped to his forearm. He announced, ‘I’ve got a room. It’s too hot in here. Come with me.’ The tan boyfriend lifted his partner off that raw POZ dick and the four of them headed to his room, barely covering up with their now-soaked towels. The guy was right about the heat. I was ready for a break, so I took another cool shower and went for a walk through the complex. I knew I wanted to check out the steam room and the gloryhole / darkroom section, but I figured I should check in with my friend. I eventually saw him leaning against a mirrored wall as a hung top railed him. I guess that top didn’t have a room as it seemed like most sex had been happening in rooms. With the place this full, raw sex was now happening everywhere. I walked through the labyrinthine hallway of rooms and made my way to the sauna. I’d made myself comfortable when the twink couple reappeared. The blond was flustered and gripping his partner’s arm. The blond whispered, ‘sorry, it just happened too fast.’ His partner kissed him and he moaned, ‘it just felt so good. I shouldn’t have made them cum so soon.’ The tanned guy groaned and said, ‘you look so hot taking their loads. Just let me know when you want more.’ The blond kissed him hard and spread his thighs. His towel parted and his boyfriend reached down and played with his now-cummy hole. They leaned back and relaxed. I watched as POZ seed oozed out of his hole and onto his towel. A guy next to me reached down to my crotch. He liked my dick and the sexy couple across the way got me stiff. The guy looked to me for approval, and I nodded. He leaned over and blew me while I played with his slick hole. He was a handsome Asian guy with pointy pecs and a bit of a belly, and incredible cocksucking technique; he swallowed my dick all the way and just left it there, flexing his throat around my shaft. He asked me if I had a room, and I shook my head. He was overheated and went for a cool down. I whispered that I hoped to see him again later. I stayed in the steamroom and watched as another bear of a guy entered and made a beeline for the twink couple. The bear approached them and opened his towel. ‘I hear you like sharing your boy’s hole with POZ men?’ The tan guy nodded as the blond leaned forward and eagerly swallowed the guy’s dick. The man face-fucked the blond as his boyfriend jerked him off and toyed with his cummy hole. The guy asked if they had a room and they shook their heads. The tan guy laid down on the bench and had his boyfriend mount his dick cowboy style. He leaned forward, offering up his sloppy hole to the bear to DP. I watched as the blond took those two raw cocks right there in the steamroom. The blond leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend hard on the mouth. The bottom was clearly more experienced than I’d have guessed from his nervousness. The bear looked at me and saw my leaking hardon. He reached over and jerked me off saying, ‘you’re so wet.’ The bear arched his back and spread his furry buttcheeks apart. He guided my dick to his crack saying, ‘drip your precum into my ass and let me fuck myself on your cock!’ I nodded and slipped into his loose sloppy hole. The bear clearly took loads as much as he liked to give them. He stayed still as I slid myself into him and let him do the work sawing back and forth into the blond’s hole and onto my raw dick. It didn’t take long for the top to fire his load deep into the blond boy’s asshole. The bear squeezed my cock with his furry muscle butt as he came. He clenched and unclenched as I slipped out and a river of fresh cum oozed out of his matted hairy ass. I caught the slimy seed in my hand and smeared it on my cock. The guy picked up his towel and nodded. He guided me into the blond’s upturned hole, still stuffed with his boyfriend’s dick. I slipped inside that blond boy’s cumslick pussy and loved feeling my dick slide against his boyfriend’s dick. The blond made out with his boyfriend as I sloshed around in his hole. Even with his boyfriend’s cock there just wasn’t enough friction to get me off. Still, it felt amazing smearing globs of cum from the bear’s hole into this fresh ass. I was ready for a breather so pulled out with a gloopy plop and left the steamroom. Another guy got up to take my place as the door closed behind me. If my math was right, so far tonight, the blond now had his fifth bare cock in his hole. I headed for another cold shower and went looking again for my pal. I found him in the dark room in one of the slings. He’d brought a bag of huge butt toys and had them displayed on a shelf with a tub of lube. The biohazard top from the sauna, who was the first to breed the blond, was working a pig hole plug into my pal’s butt and then slipped inside. He pounded my friend until he pulled out. I took a turn, and the friction felt great on my dick. I figured I wanted my cock in at least one more hole before cumming, so I pulled out. I made a round of the darkroom area and saw the twink couple again. They nodded to me. As I walked by, the blond whispered, ‘OK, one more load, and then I’ll be ready to go.’ I turned back and asked if they’d been to the sling area yet. I motioned that way, and they followed me. My pal was feet up as another guy was forcing a ridiculously big toy dildo into his hole. The blond grinned and moaned, ‘I want you to open me up like that!’ The blond had clearly never been in a sling before and he needed a bit of help getting situated. Once his feet were in the stirrups, he relaxed. His boyfriend slid easily in to his wet stretched-out hole. He pounded for a few minutes and offered me a go. I took his place and gestured to the toys. As my buddy took a guy’s raw cock alongside an obscenely big toy, he moaned, ‘yeah, slide that in his hole!’ The tan boyfriend grabbed a big shiny dildo and slimed it up with more lube. I realized it had just been inside my pal’s hole and was now going to go inside his boyfriend without even being washed off. The tan dude handed the toy to me, and I pulled out. We inserted the big toy and let the blond get used to it. I let his boyfriend go first. He slipped in alongside the obscene toy. I spit on my finger and teased his furry hole with it. He came hard quickly and pulled out with a sloppy plop. I slid into his cummy mess alongside the dildo and mixed the seed, lube, and juices around before adding my own. Another guy stepped out of the shadows and slid into my pal, fucking him before adding his cum to his sloppy stretched-out cunt. I realized it was the sexy Asian guy who had blown me earlier. As he pounded my pal, I saw a trickle of cum leaking down his thighs. All told, my pal got fucked by four raw dicks and took at least three loads. The blond at least five cocks and I had my dick in one mouth and two holes. Not a bad Friday night at all.

Bred a fit guy off grindr last night in a cemetery parking lot. Got off an hour before my bf and this guy messaged me saying he wanted someone to piss in his hole and breed it deep. Showed up and hoped in the back seat of his car, he had the seats down so we could lie down in the back. Played with his ass till I got hard and put my dick in. Took a big piss inside him and huffed on poppers the while time. While i was fucking him i could feel all the piss making his ass wet. Bred my load deep in his hole and he begged me to take another piss in him so I did. Was so hot I didn't wanna take my cock out of his hole. He kept trying to make me stay so i could fill him with more piss but I had to get home and shower before my bf got home. He blew in my mouth and made me spit it in his mouth. Was a fucking hot time with a hot dirty piss pig 🐖

As a fellow Lust Beast i understand where you are coming from. Have you considered sounding your penis? The sensations are amazing. As a power bottom and Apostle of Lust for Sataan and Asmodeus the next level is always easy for me as I push my body to take larger and larger size in it (both anally and sounds in my penis) and indulge in multi-day group use settings at sex resorts where I am at my most perfect life. I am at total peace with the universe when I am naked around other guys and experiencing open casual promiscuous sex while others watch what a sex freak I am.

Famous chain - it’s a slow Monday afternoon, the host texted me on Grindr to visit and get his load. 6’4” 185, 19yo country boy with cute mid western smile. How could I say no to young fuck meat. He sets up the location, the scenario and dialogue. He’s done this before. I ask where’s the bathroom, He directs me to the bathroom, I go down on my knees and suck his dick which is average but hard as a rock. He stands me up and turns me around, just uses spit and shoves it in rough. I’m lubed up from cleaning… he wipes off the lube and goes in dry so I feel each inch. I’m enjoying being used, it’s burning but I get use to it. He’s making sure I’m gonna get knock up with his babies. He dumps his load in my hole. Discreetly he returns to work. I pass the head of the pope and I seat for lunch and eat. Not the best lunch but I got my dessert first so I’m not complaining.

College Surprise Koa’s POV “Hey, do you want to go to a party?” Jensen asked me, as he passed me his weed vape for the umph time since we got back to his dorm room. I still had a good buzz going on from before. “It’s off campus, so you don’t have to worry anything. My friends always throw the best parties,” he said grinning at me. “I know they’d love to meet and get to know you,” he said giving one of his now familiar grins. “Sounds cool,” I said smiling back at Jensen enjoying my high, as I sat back on his bunkbed taking another hit of the vape before passing it back to Jensen. I hadn’t expecting anything like this when I arrived at Cromwell College this morning. I was expecting the usual BS colleges do for prospective students. Yeah, sure we did the tour, got to meet a few professors, and watched a lecture presentation about life on campus. Yet, when we were handed over to our hosts for the weekend things changed. Jensen, my host, told me he didn’t want to bore me with shit that really didn’t matter unless I decide to go to CC in the fall. So, we hit up the local coffee shop on campus before heading to relax on a small hill overlooking the dorm Jensen lived in this term. He asked me about myself, I told him about my family, there was only my dad, who owns a small internet company and my fourteen-year-old brother. My mom died in a traffic accident when Aspen, my little brother was four. I swam all through elementary, middle, and high school, but I didn’t want to swim in college. I was afraid it would cut into my major in photography and creative writing. “Fuck, I can’t believe it’s almost 90 degrees in May,” Jensen said, before pulling off his polo shirt exposing his toned chest and abs. “Come on take off your shirt and get comfortable, I know you’ve got to be sweating your balls off,” he chuckled, as he ran his hand down his chest before grabbing and squeezing what seemed a nice thick piece of meat between his legs as if he were adjusting it. My gaydar was going off like crazy, as I gazed over at my now shirtless host. I had to play this carefully, I was still deep in the closet. One wrong move and Jensen could kick my ass for being a fag, but I couldn’t help he seemed to be flirting with me. I lived in a small coastal town in South Carolina, the last thing in the world I wanted was being outed in town since I was on the school swim team. My life would become a living hell and so would my brother’s. I wasn’t a complete virgin, having the opportunity to do some oral with a couple of tourists at a beach outdoor restroom and shower, but that was it. I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my shoes enjoying the feel of the warm grass between my toes. At home all I wore were cargo shorts and rarely wore regular shoes unless absolutely necessary, I preferred being barefoot or wear just flip flops. I glanced over at Jensen to see him smile and nod at me, which caused me to bone up right away. It was as if my dick had no self-control suddenly. “Fuck, I need a hit, you cool?” Jensen asked diverting my attention from my boner as he pulled out a vape and hit it a couple of times. “Shit, I needed that, here take a couple of hits,” he said with a grin passing me the vape. I’d done weed a couple of times at parties, but I tried to stay away from it. It made want to do certain things, and that wasn’t a good thing in my small town. I thought briefly about saying no, but I didn’t want to look like a killjoy to Jensen. I took the vape and hit it a couple of times, and damn I was flying higher than I had before. This was some serious shit. “Let’s head back to my room and order some ‘Za, before the munchies set in,” Jensen chuckled, getting up, tucking his shirt into the back of his pants. “Here let me help you up,” he said reaching down to help me up. The next thing I knew Jensen had pulled me up against his slightly sweaty body. I almost thought he was going to kiss me as he gazed into my eyes, instead he just grinned at me, before heading back to his dorm. I grabbed my shoes and shirt jogging slightly to catch up with Jensen. Did I just imaging everything because of the weed or what? Jensen’s POV Holy fuckin’ shit, I was going to owe Simon bigtime once I managed to get this kid to tonight’s party, though judging from his reaction to my pulling off my shirt and squeezing my fuck meat I didn’t think there was going to be any trouble getting into his hot lil’ boy cunt. Koa was a serious piece of ass. His thick wavy golden blond hair just begged you to run your fingers through it as you grabbed a fistful of it yanking him back as you rammed deep inside him. His golden tan told of countless hours spent in the sun, I could see he had a serious speedo tan line from being a swimmer as his pants sagged a bit. Koa’s 5’10” slender body was nicely toned from years of swimming. His ears were pierced with what had to be three or four karat diamond earrings looked hot on Koa, though a pair of green biohazard earrings would look even hotter on him once we we’re done with him this weekend. This kid was going to be fun in bed once we partied him up, I hoped he was a moaner and a talker. There is nothing hotter than making a bottom pussy-boy beg for you to fuck them harder and nut deep inside their teen boy cunt, unless they are also begging for you to poz them. Now that would be fucking hot to hear Koa beg for us to poz his sweet tight bubble butt, definitely a goal to keep in mind for the night. Simon and I used the college’s tour guide mentor program to lure unsuspecting high school seniors into bed and leaving them with a special gift and a permanent reminder of their time at the college. I had gotten Simon to swop with me and take the red-headed emo boy I was supposed to have for this hot swimmer boy. Don’t get me wrong I love slutty skinny emo boys, yet it takes almost no effort to get into their hot little pussies, I wanted a bit of a challenge after a month’s worth of them. I needed a change of pace. Koa was just the ticket. I think though the challenge with Koa will be getting in him raw, so many closet gays, like Koa, think wearing a raincoat is the best way to keep themselves safe. It was my job and the rest of my friends job to show them raw was better. He would learn the best feeling in the world was an ass full of poz jizz. I planned after we ate switching to my T vape pen, that Twain, a chem major in our group, had made for those of us still living on campus, so we wouldn’t get busted by the RAs while we partied in the dorms. It would get Koa nice and horny for the party, and once there we’d switch to glass pipes and then some darts. I debated about asking Koa if he wanted to do some “E” before we left for the party, or just slipping it to him. I decided it just might be more fun to just slip it to him in his drink since he seemed so innocent. After this weekend though Koa would be a full-fledged poz cumslut bitch-boy instead of the innocent high schooler he was when he arrived here at CC. Koa POV “Make yourself comfortable bro, my AC isn’t working right. They are supposed to get it fixed Monday,” Jensen explained, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his jeans leaving him wearing only a pair of boxer-briefs with a large bulge in his crotch. “Shit that feels so much better getting out of those hot clothes,” he said grinning at me. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable,” Jensen nodded to me as he called for a pizza. The last thing I wanted to do at this point was take off my pants. I had been going commando since I was eight after one of the swim instructors told me serious real swimmers always freeball. Since that day I never wore underwear again. I still had ¾ of a boner from seeing what Jensen was packing. He would know at once I was gay, but still, I couldn’t help but wonder if that wouldn’t be a good thing. He was pretty hot with his shaggy black hair and intense blue eyes. Jensen had a nicely toned body, but seeing all the skateboards in his room, I suspected it was just from being active, rather than working out like I did for swimming. He wasn’t as tanned as I was, but you could tell he wasn’t totally an indoor person. I thought his red scorpion tat wrapped around his right side heading down towards his crotch looked pretty cool. He must be a Scorpio. “You’re not shy are you?” Jensen asked, setting down his phone giving me a grin. “You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen before,” he said fiddling around with his mini fridge, before handing me a beer. “No, but I don’t wear underwear, I haven’t since I was young,” I explained to Jensen. Hoping that would end the topic. “Wow, that’s cool. I freeball too sometimes, but not all the time,” Jensen said, giving me one of the looks that shot me to full mast. Shit, I thought what the hell is going on with my dick. It was behaving like I was twelve again, getting hard at every guy I thought was hot. Jensen told me about a party some of his friends were throwing off campus. He thought they would enjoy getting to know me and would help with my decision to attend Cromwell in the fall. I was really enjoying myself so I figured why not, after all nobody back home would ever know. My reputation back home as a good boy was safe, besides, I figured I deserved to treat myself. A knock on the door distracted me from thinking about the party. It must be the pizza, which was cool since I was getting hungry. Jensen got up to open the door, a hot looking shaggy-haired blond grinned at him holding out a pizza box. “Hey Jensen, got your meat lovers right here,” he said stepping into the room as he handed the box to Jensen. Noticing me he shot me a toothy grin, “Company tonight?” He asked my host, raising an eyebrow. “Finn, this is Koa. Koa, this is Finn,” Jensen said introducing us. “Koa is visiting from South Carolina for the weekend to look at the school. “Nice to meet you Koa, you couldn’t ask for a better school than Cromwell,” walking over to shake my hand. “Swimmer?” Finn asked looking at me. “Yeah, all through school, but not planning to if I come here. I want to focus on my degree,” I replied. I couldn’t help but smile at Finn’s work tee-shirt, which said, ‘Benny’s Always More Than a Mouthful.’ “I like the shirt,” I chuckled. Finn grinned back at me, “We’re a big believer in truth in advertising at Benny’s,” he replied with a chuckle. “Want a hit?” Jensen said offering his vape to Finn. “Does the Pope like altar boys?” Finn laughed taking a couple hits. “I’ll see you guys later after I get off from work,” he told Jensen. Turning towards me, “I look forward to seeing you again and helping you make up your mind to come here next year.” “I look forward to it,” I replied giving him a fist bump. “Later gators,” Finn said leaving giving me a wink as he shut the door. “Finn will be at the party later after he gets off work,” Jensen told me with a smirk. Just then there was a knock on what turned out to be the bathroom door. Two dorm-rooms shared a common bathroom. “Yo J-man, Benji wants to know if you want a ride to the party,” asked a tall slender guy wearing round black wire-framed glasses who looked like a hot Harry Potter with an industrial piercing through his left ear and tats. He had a giant black scorpion wrapping around his right side with its claws reaching towards his crotch, while his right arm was almost completely covered in a honeycomb sleeve pattern of black hexagons. His left arm had a black widow spider tat. All he was wearing was a pair of black bikini underwear, but what really caught my attention was the thick long dick which stretched over his left thigh. I almost choked on my beer it had to be the biggest dick I’d ever seen, and it didn’t even look like it was hard even. “Sweet, that would be great Kai. Oh, I don’t think you’ve met Koa, he’s visiting from South Carolina looking at Cromwell for the fall,” Jensen said with a smirk. “Oh shit, I just realized your names are almost the same, Kai and Koa,” chuckled Jensen. “That means we’re going to be great friends,” smiled Kai as he walked over to me. “Really close friends,” he said shaking my hand as he looked me up and down like a starving man about to devour a meal. Smiling he nodded at me. “I’ll see you guys later,” Kai said heading back towards his room through the bathroom. Jensen’s POV Koa was going to be extremely popular tonight both Finn and Kai already were imagining sliding inside his tight little cunt after I planted a couple of loads, few things were hotter than a sexy eighteen-year old’s gaping hole as multiple loads of poz jism leaked out. Hell, I was thinking the same thing. Koa would be a changed man when he left to go home on Sunday. I had no doubt come the fall Koa will be back here and getting his own scorpion tat before the first week is out. Damian had already hit me up to let me know there would be about twelve guys from our group there most of the night with others dropping in for a quick pump and dump. It looked like there would be about five newbies to break in while the rest of us mostly being vers. would play with one another between giving our guests the gift that keeps giving marking them as new members of a special brotherhood. I gave Koa my T vape; it was time to get things moving. I knew he’d soon be rolling hard from the “E” I slipped him in his beer, I’d be surprised if it wasn’t already beginning to kick in by now. I told Koa to go ahead and take a few more hits before taking a shower before the party. He turned away as he pulled off his jeans before quickly wrapping a towel around his waist. I kind of thought it was funny Koa was trying to keep from showing me his hard dick but had no problem showing me his hot little ass, which is what I was really interested in seeing. It did not disappoint; I was looking forward to burying my face it before booty bumping it. Koa’s POV Fuck, I was feeling amazing. I never suspected you could get so high from using a vape pen, it almost made me wish I did this more often. Every time I touched myself it felt incredible, and I was becoming increasingly horny. I began imagining having sexy with all these hot guys around me. What was happening to me, I was never like this, but at the same time I wanted it in the worst way. I began to really hope Jensen was gay, I wanted to have sex with him. Feel my mouth stretch wide around his cock and suck on it until he fed me his cum. I wanted to feel him slide inside me and take my virginity, showing me what it was to be with a man. Yet at the same time I wanted Kai, I wanted to feel that huge dick slide inside me stretching my hole wide open in ways I couldn’t begin to imagine. What would it feel like to have him ram deep inside me as he held me down and took what he wanted from me. It surprised me the shower in their bathroom had a clear shower curtain hiding nothing. There was also a shower douching tool attached to the showerhead, which told me someone was definitely gay in the two dorm rooms. As I showered I couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like to use it, and before long I began to wonder if I should clean out just in case something did happen tonight with Jensen. Even before I realized it I was using it to clean myself out just in case. I couldn’t believe how good it felt sliding the long nozzle inside me, using the toilet, and repeating the action several times. Each time it slid inside I wanted something even bigger entering my ass. I wanted fucked and I was getting to the point I didn’t care who did fuck me. I dried off conflicted about the way my hardon wouldn’t go down and now my desire for Jensen to see it. What was coming over me, this wasn’t me, but deep down I knew it was me. All the deep dark thoughts I had were coming to the surface. I secretly wondered what it would be like to be a slut, sucking dick whenever I wanted, having guys fuck me in the showers at school, in my bed with my dad and little brother at home hearing me beg for it harder, having guys shove me against the wall in the changing rooms at the beach and just fuck me like I was nothing more than a hole for their use. Why were these thoughts coming to mind now? I was a good boy and not a slut. At that moment I caught a reflection of myself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door to Jensen’s room. My completely shaved body from swimming made me look younger than my eighteen years standing there in nude, but I had to admit I liked the look. My semi-dry blonde hair’s waves looked more like large loose curls. The only thing about my appearance which I wasn’t sure if I cared for was my tan lines from my Speedos. I wondered if I would look hotter completely tanned, maybe this summer I’ll lay out nude I thought, I knew of a couple of places along the beach where I could get away with it back at home. I couldn’t resist running my hands over my naked body as I looked in the mirror. My hand couldn’t resist reaching down to caress my shaved balls and hardening cock. I moaned from the feelings of pleasure my fingers gave me as I caressed myself. I’d never felt pleasure like I did at that moment. “Whoa,” exclaimed a voice behind me from the direction of Kai’s dorm room. “I thought whoever was in here taking a shower was finished,” smiled a handsome naked double scorpion tatted, lightly tanned, muscular toned brunette with emerald eyes. He closed the door as his thick eight and a half long almost beer can sized cock quickly rose to full mast. He walked over to me reaching out to take my own six and a half barely five inch around cock in his hand. “Kai had said you were fucking cute as hell, and he wasn’t kidding,” smirked this unknown guy leaning into kiss me as he slowly stroked my dick. “You taste amazing,” he said as he pulled back from the kiss with a smile. He leaned back in for another kiss, this time shoving me back hard against the door as we began to passionately kiss like long lost lovers. I couldn’t help but moan loudly as his hands shifted from stroking my hardon to running all over my body, before concentrating on my sensitive nipples, which in turn made me grind hard against this mysterious guy. I’d never felt like this before in my life and I wanted it to never end. I couldn’t care less if I didn’t know who this was I making out with, I wanted him in the worst way. He pulled back finally from our kiss leaving me pantingly hard, as he gazed into my eyes seeing my desire for him and his hard dripping cock. “Yeah, you’re one sexy little slut boy,” he said smirking at me. “I know what you want and need,” he chuckled softly, as he shook his cock at me. “Let me see if you can use that hot mouth properly on a man’s cock,” he said pushing me down to my knees in front of him. “Show me how much you want it slut.” I looked up into my dominator’s emerald eyes, as I stuck out my tongue beginning to lick the dripping precum. I started to reach up to grab it, but he grabbed my hand, “Just your mouth slut,” he commanded me, “And no teeth if you know what is good for you,” he chuckled softly at me. I obeyed taking what must be one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever sucked, it certainly was the thickest. I heard a hiss and double snorts before my dominator pulled out of my mouth and held one of my nostrils shut. “Inhale slut,” which I promptly did from a small brown bottle, and he repeated the process with my other nostril. My buzz had me flying now, as he pushed his hard cock back inside my mouth. I showed him everything I had learned about sucking dick, and before I knew it he was forcing himself down my throat further and further until his shaved groin pushed firmly against my nose. Once he sensed I couldn’t breathe he would pull out just long enough to catch my breath before pushing back in hard burying himself in my over-stuffed throat. I lost track of time as I became nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. “Fuckin’ hell slut, you almost made me nut,” he panted smiling down at me slapping his wet cock against my face, marking me with his precum and my spit. “I’m not ready to feed you my special venom yet,” he grinned rubbing my lips with his thumb before forcing it into my mouth to suck it. Before I could say anything Kia’s roommate had me bent over the bathroom counter with my ass spread open. “God damn! What a fucking hot hole,” he growled as he attacked my ass with his tongue. I was in total sensory overload as he worked his tongue inside me vigorously in such a way I could have never imagined possible. I couldn’t even speak, the only thing I could do was moan in pleasure as he ate me out. Soon this was not enough for him, as a finger begin working slowly inside me. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” He asked me as his voice dripped with lust. “Y…es…yesss, I managed to gasp in answer to his question. “If you weren’t with Jensen, I’ take your cherry right now, but I’ll wait my turn,” he said as I heard a drawer open, followed by a squirt and then his finger sliding inside me much easier and fully than before, causing me to moan louder as he touched a spot inside that made me see stars. “That’s your boy button,” he chuckled as he began working his finger in and out as I felt a burning sensation. “It burns,” I tried to tell him as he held me in position, squirting more stuff on his fingers as I felt two fingers working themselves inside me. “Don’t worry slut, the burn will go away soon,” he chuckled again, as he built up his pace working his finger in and out of my ass. Soon I discovered he was right as the burning pain morphed into a burning need to feel my ass used for his pleasure. He pulled his fingers out causing me to whimper in need for their return. I felt something rough against my hole, followed by the now familiar liquid squirt and the push inside my ass. This time the burning sensation seemed even worse as the fingers rubbed it against my boy button. I tried to twist away as the pain engulfed me, but my tormentor held me in place trying to sooth me, and as he promised the pain changed into a hunger for something more. I wanted something bigger, hard, more potent than mere fingers. “Yeah, you’re ready for tonight,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard. “Time to get you back to Jensen,” he grinned at me as he pulled me up from the counter. He guided me to Jensen’s door before opening it and steering me naked and hard back into the room. “I think you might have lost something,” he laughed to Jensen, who just grinned at us. “Thanks, Benji, I was almost ready to send out a search party for Koa,” he laughed high fiving my molester. “Koa? A hot name for a hot little slut boy,” Benji chuckled, slipping his finger in my crack, before slapping me hard on the ass making me moan in pleasure. I should have been embarrassed, but it turned me on for Jensen see this man, Benji, exposing me as his play toy. “Benji is going to drive us to the party tonight, he’s kind of fun isn’t he?” Jensen grinned at me. “I hope you don’t mind, but I found some of your clothes in your backpack I thought would make you look super-hot tonight at the party, I hope you don’t mind,” he told me. On the bed lay the pretty severely ripped pair of skinny black jeans I had planned wearing Sunday when I drove home, and one of my white tank-tops. The jeans would very easily show off my butt, and my balls and some of my dick if I stayed hard, which I suspected was the way I would be most of the night. Especially with the hot guys taking me to this party. I knew I should be more restrained than I was being, but it was as if all my secret desires were flowing to the surface. I mean sure I could be slutty on occasion, but it was as if my slut switch was turned way past full and it still wasn’t enough. I didn’t even think to protest wearing the clothes Jensen had picked out for me, I wanted him to be pleased with me. I was facing his bed as I started to shimmy into my tight skinny ripped, which seemed far more ripped than I remembered, jeans. The next thing I knew Jensen had pushed me down on his bed, which sliding a finger deep inside me and the now familiar burning sensation filling my ass, before morphing into an incredible feeling of desire for dick. “Now I think you’re ready for the start of the party Koa,” he chuckled pulling his finger out and caressing my ass. “Shit, we’re going to have so much fun tonight,” he huskily whispered to me. “If I thought I could get away with it now, I’d have you wear one of my dirty jocks and nothing else, but the evening is still young,” he chuckled, motioning me to finish getting dressed. “I know you like going barefoot, so don’t bother with shoes, you look perfect just as is,” Jensen smiled at me. Jensen’s POV Between Benji and I Koa was now primed for some serious fucking. I couldn’t wait to get him naked with his knees pushed back next to his ear as I claimed his cherry. Fuck, there are few things hotter than taking a guy’s cherry and pozzing him at the same time. Koa was going to be bred all night and into Saturday afternoon before we’d finished with him and his newly gaping hole. Jared would be making sure he got as much vid on our latest prey. We always made sure to get the guys begging to be bred and pozzed, so they couldn’t say they had been tricked. I was looking forward to teasing Koa’s hot lil hole with my dick telling him I only fucked raw and was poz. I wanted to hear him tell me to slide in and fuck him and blow my poz load deep in his newly born boy pussy. Once inside him I’d dart him, so he was ours for the rest of the party. Koa would soon understand his new place as a bottom bitch boy cumslut for raw cock, any raw cock offered him. I might have to invite some big hairy daddy bears to expand Koa’s horizons. I’d love to see him bouncing up and down on some big daddy bear dicks while people watch Koa begs for a poz load. He will be a changed individual by the time the weekend is over. Koa’s POV I couldn’t believe how fucking horny I was, I wanted dick in my ass, hell any dick, I didn’t care. I wanted to lose my virginity this weekend. Any of the hot guys I met Jensen, Benji or Kai, would do, hell I’d let them all fuck me. The idea of all three of them fucking me turned me on more than I thought possible. Jensen had me hit his vape a few more times, before heading over to Kai and Benji’s to catch a ride to the party. Benji and Kai talked me into taking off my white-beater and just tuck it into my jeans. They thought I’d look hotter for the party showing off my swimmer’s body. In almost no time we were at Benji’s black BMW x5, once there Kai and Jensen pulled out a couple of glass pipes whose bulbs were filled with white crystals and small torches. They both took long deep hits of their pipes before shot gunning me against the backdoor of the car. This seriously horned me up unbelievably, Jensen climbed in the back seat while Kai then guided me into the backseat on my knees. Jensen had me take a few hits on my own, while Kai played with my hole before turning me around and shot gunning me several more times. I couldn’t help but moan loudly into Kai’s mouth as Jensen’s fingers played with my hole. I couldn’t but help ride his fingers as he stimulated me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned as I rode his fingers. “So, fucking good,” I panted with desire. I needed Jensen to fuck me in the worst way. I wanted him to take my virginity, I wanted to feel him inside me. “Yeah, I think someone is hungry for cock,” he chuckled as Kai put the glass pipe to my lips. “Inhale Koa, show us what a proper tweaker you are,” Kai commanded me. I followed his command, taking three huge hits, as Jensen continued to finger my hole through my ripped jeans. I didn’t realize it at first, but we had arrived at the party. Benji took the pipe from Kai and took several hits, before shot gunning me a few times more. Kai and Jensen guided me out of the BMW’s backseat making sure to pop the front button on my ripped jeans. “Yeah, you’re ready for some fun now,” chuckled Jensen as my new friends guided me to the front door of a modern design house with a lot of floor to ceiling windows. There were mostly shirtless guys dancing to techno music pumping through the house. They all seemed to be handsy with one another, which really turned me on. I was fairly sure I would get fucked tonight for the first time ever. A hot light brown haired pale and seriously tatted skinny guy wearing nothing, but a pair of tight way too small black boxer briefs answered the door while using a small torch to heat a glass pipe. After he had taken a long inhalation of thick white small, he exhaled and then motioned us in the house. “S’up, guys we’re just getting started so you came at a good time,” he smiled at us, before coming over to shove his tongue in my mouth. “Hi, I’m Barry,” he said smiling at me as he rubbed his large scorpion tat. “We’re going to need to spend some time together before the party is over,” he continued stepping close so he could slide a finger through one of the rips exposing my virgin hole. I moaned as his long finger slid deep inside me awakening my hungry hole. “Drinks are in the kitchen, have fun,” he winked at me as he pulled his finger from my hole, “I’ll see you later sexy.” I wanted sex so bad at this point, I slid my own two fingers inside my hungry hole, trying to motivate Jensen to pull out his dick and just fuck me. It didn’t bother me that the small group of shirtless guys standing around drinking and talking saw me playing with my hole, in fact it turned me on when they all smiled at me. Jensen got me a Gatorade from a cooler, which kind of tasted weird, I guess it had some sort of booze I had never had before. I polished it off in no time as Jensen introduced me to his friends. They all hugged and kissed me while playing with my ass, telling Jensen how lucky he was finding and bringing me to the party. Jensen’s POV Fuck, Koa is so hot, I can’t wait to slide inside his virgin boy cunt and give him his first load of poz jizz. All the guys are excited to add their poz loads to mine when I finish using Koa like the cumslut he is destined to become this weekend. The G in the Gatorade will loosen Koa up even more pushing his horny meter into the red zone. I’ve waited long enough to show Koa his true purpose in life. I kiss him deeply, taking him by the hand leading hi to one of the bedrooms to complete Koa’s corruption. I don’t bother to close the door knowing others will soon join us and take their own turns with my new cumslut. I push Koa back towards king-size bed, “Get those pants off slut,” I command the tweaked and rolling soon to be bred eighteen-year-old twink. I kicked my shoes off as I stripped out of my own clothes. I loved Koa’s look as he saw my hardon for the first time. Pure lust and desire shown on his face. He was ready to be fucked like the bitch whore he was to become. “You’re one sexy mutha fucker Koa,” I whispered to him as I pushed him back on the bed. “You’re going to let me fuck your hot lil’ ass aren’t you Koa?” I asked him as I climbed on the bed moving towards his head in preparation to feeling his hot mouth lubing my cock with his spit. Koa nodded his head rather than answering aloud. I moved into the classic 69ing position feeding Koa my dick as I attacked his hole rimming and fingering his newly born boy pussy. I love the feelings from his moans and tongue work as I forced more of more of my thick eight inches cock in his mouth. Koa was doing a decent job, obviously he had done some sucking before, yet when the weekend was out he’d be a pro with all the dick he’d be getting at the party. I’d waited long enough the bitch needed his cherry popped and used like a cumslut. I pulled out of Koa’s hot lil’ mouth, as he whimpered at being deprived of his new favorite toy. “Don’t worry slut I have something far more fun for us to do,,” I grinned at him as I climbed between his legs and pushing them back towards his ears. I teased his hole with my leaking cock head, which made Koa try to hump himself on my plum like gland. “Somebody’s horny aren’t they?” I asked the desperately horny Koa. “Yes,” he moaned continuing to try and impale himself on me. “Well, I can give you what you want, but there are a couple things I need to tell you first,” I grinned at Koa, I paused briefly as Soren grinned at me as he walked in the bedroom wearing nothing more than his usual olive kaki cargo pants and his array of necklaces. Soren’s thick bushy long hair suited him perfectly making him look-like a cross between a raver and a hippie. A music major, he was extremely popular on campus with both gay and straight guys. His nine and a half Red Bull thick cock which was trying unsuccessfully to tent out his pants’ leg helped greatly with his popularity. I loved all his tats covering his arms and chest especially his large black scorpion tat covering his abs. He was thin but, seriously toned and could throw a mean fuck. I noticed he had a rubber elastic strap and a couple of darts in his hands. It was time to start the party. “Soren meet Koa, Koa meet Soren,” I said grinning at Soren as he set Koa’s tools of destruction down on the nightstand before unbuttoning and dropping his pants. Koa’s eyes bulged with lust as Soren’s cock was finally freed and stood at attention waiting to be used on Koa. “Hey,” Soren smiled at Koa lying on the bed with his knees push back to his ears. “Hey,” replied Koa shyly. “As I was saying slut, there are a couple of things before we start you should know. If they are a problem we can do something else,” I grinned at the horny Koa and at Soren. You see I only fuck raw, and never pull out until I’ve seeded a guy’s pussy,” I told Koa, as I watched his drug addled brain process this news. There was a brief hint of resistance which flashed over his innocent face but was soon gone. “You can fuck me raw,” Koa told me softly as he looked in my eyes. “Sweet Koa, I know you’ll love feeling raw cocks sliding in your cunt and pumping you full of jizz, but there are a couple other things you should probably know before we start,” I told him as I motioned for Soren to put the strap around Koa’s muscular arm in preparation for slamming him. “I thought before I fuck you that you might want to know my status,” I continued making sure to tease Koa’s virgin hole with my cock. “I don’t care if you’re single or not I WANT your cock inside me. I want your raw cock,” Koa demanded. “PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME,” he begged. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the teen’s innocence. I pushed gently against Koa’s cherry entrance, making him moan as he tried push down on my gland. “Are you sure? I told you I don’t pull out until I’ve pumped my load deep inside a guy,” I explained as I pushed harder now against his hole almost breaching it a couple times as Koa began trying to get my cock inside him. “Fuck me,” Koa panted now overcome with lust to take my dick. I grinned at him, as I slowly pushed inside his tight virgin hole. Koa made the sexiest moan as he took his first cock up his no longer virgin hole. I slowly rocked in and out of one of the hottest boy pussies I’ve enjoyed in a long while. In almost no time I had managed to bury nearly my whole cock in Koa’s hot lil’ boy cunt. I worked the entire length of my cock in and out of his fuck tunnel making Koa moan like a lil’ bitch each time I pushed all the way back inside his fiery hole. “You really should tell Koa about your status before I send him to slut mode,” Soren chuckled as he prepared to dart Koa. “Yeah you’re right Soren, it’s only fair,” I agreed slowly and very gently pulling my cock from Koa’s hungry boy cunt. I loved the way he whimpered as my cock exited his hole. “PLEASE,” Koa begged, “Put your cock back and fuck me, PLEASE I NEED IT,” he continued to beg desperately. “Well, I would love to fuck and flood your sweet lil’ boy cunt with my dirty jizz, but you should have the right to say if you want me to fuck you with my raw poz cock,” I explained waiting for Koa’s drug fogged brain to process what I had just told him. Suddenly a realization of what I just told Koa registered on his shocked face, as I teased his slightly open fuck hole making him want my cock back inside him. “Should we stop Koa?” I asked him as I pushed a little harder against his hole making him whimper in need. Koa took a deep swallow looking in my eyes, “No, please don’t stop fucking me,” Koa softly answered, realizing what he was saying to me by asking me to keep fucking him with my raw poz fuck tool. “You want me to mark you as mine then,” I said to a slightly frightened but still definitely horny Koa. “You want to be a poz cum dump slut?” I asked pushing a little harder against Koa’s fuck hole, but not entering completely. Koa swallowed deeply again before answering, “Yes, poz me.” My cock pulsed oozing out a big stream of precum with Koa’s answer. I pushed slowly back inside my bitch boy, enjoying the fact he surrendered his formerly virgin pussy to my raw poz cock. As I slid home inside Koa he moaned as his cock pulsed leaking a large puddle of precum on to his stomach and chest. His mind might be in conflict with his decision, but his body wasn’t. Koa’s POV When Jensen pulled his amazing cock from my ass and told me he was poz and wanted to keep fucking me and pump his poz cum inside me, I couldn’t believe what he told me. I desperately wanted Jensen to keep fucking me, but I wasn’t sure what to do. Jensen’s cock teasing my hole answered my question for me, I wanted his dick, and I didn’t care he was poz I would deal with consequences afterwards I just wanted fucked in the worst way. I was in bliss once Jensen’s cock was back in me, I knew I had made the right decision by letting him keep fucking me. My hole was made for his dick and soon his poz cum, for some strange reason the more I thought about taking his poz loads the more turned on I seemed to be becoming. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by the idea of taking Jensen’s poz cum, but I was. I did want his poz loads. “Let’s get you really in the mood for poz cock,” Soren grinned at me taking my arm that I didn’t realize had a tourniquet on it. “Don’t move or this will hurt a lot if you move so hold still,” he said as he found a vein and jabbed me emptying the syringe into my arm. He pulled the syringe from my arm and untied the tourniquet holding my arm up, the next thing I coughed hard a couple times before feeling a rush of pleasure and horniness flow through my body. “Oh…Fuck…Yes,” I moaned grinning up at Soren as he stroked his dick. “Gimme,” I demanded wanting to suck this fucking hot stud, before begging him to fuck me after Jensen. I wanted more cock up my ass and I didn’t care if it was poz or not. Fuck, I actually hoped I would get more poz cock before the night was out. I knew I shouldn’t but for some reason it turned me on knowing I was being fucked by a raw poz cock, what was happening to me? “Fuck me with that poz cock,” I began begging Jensen as he pounded the hell out of my hole, “HARDER MOTHER FUCKER, RAM MY PUSSY, POZ ME MOTHER FUCKER,” I shouted as I paused taking Soren’s thick cock down my throat. The only thing I could think of was taking Jensen’s raw poz cock deep inside me before he flooded me with my first poz load, but hopefully not my last one. “Fuck ya,” growled Jensen as he ramped up his assault on my ass. “I knew you’d be a nasty lil’ fuck,” he continued grinding deep inside me. “I’ll make sure all my friends give you all their poz loads too slut,” he promised as he began long dicking me harder and faster, quickly approaching his climax. “FUCKIN’ NUT!” I screamed, “POZ ME! MAKE ME A POZ CUMSLUT!” I yelled needing to feel Jensen to jizz inside me in the worst way. This wasn’t me, but it was. It was as if some deep dark hidden part of me was finally free and enjoying the new freedom of letting go fear and embracing my new sexual desires. Suddenly Jensen slammed his cock deep inside me, grunting as I felt his dick swell, beginning to pulse as warm cum began filling me up for the first time in my life. Poz cum, Jensen’s poz cum, transforming me, changing me, freeing me. Once he finished climaxing inside me, Jensen began once again slowly fucking me, making sure I felt every inch of his amazing cock using his poz cum as lube to fuck me. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven because it just felt so good. “You ready Soren to give this fucking cumslut another load of poz jizz in his boy cunt?” Jensen asked with a smile. “Fuck yeah,” Soren grinned at me, plopping down on the bed, and leaning against headboard. “Come up here bitch and ride my cock like the lil’ whore you are,” he commanded me as Jensen pulled himself from my hungry hole. I quickly clamored up the bed to sit on my latest fucker’s beautiful thick nine and half inch uncut cock. “Are you poz too?” I asked Soren, needing him to be poz too. Suddenly all I wanted was poz cock up my ass. “Fuck yeah I am, everyone at the party with a scorpion tat is poz,” Soren told me as I squatted over his cock. “You’d look fucking hot with one as well, do you want us to help you earn yours?” He asked as I began to push down on his raw poz cock. “FUCK YEAH!” I moaned as I slammed myself completely down Soren’s dick meat. “I want one,” I moaned as I began slowly riding up and down the entire length of Soren’s thick cock. “I want to be marked like you,” I howled as I took Soren’s entire dick each and every time I pulled up and then slammed myself down on his shaved groin. I Needed Soren’s poz load in the worst way ever, so I rode him like I imagined a cheap whore would. I loved the thought of being a total whore for cock, hell any cock, fuckin’ poz cock! I wanted as much cock as I could get this weekend, I wanted to show Jensen and his friends I wanted to be just like them. Jensen grinned down at me as he offered me his still glistening cum-coated dick to suck. “I think we have a keeper here,” he chuckled as I licked and slobbered all over his cock cleaning it of his poz cum and my ass juices. I wanted Jensen to know how much I loved him popping my cherry and pozzing me. “I’m going to guess you’ll be here in the fall for classes won’t you whore,” I nodded excitedly as I bobbed up and down on his cock, while Soren lifted my ass up some and began fucking repeatedly into my hungry hole. My body and mind were on total overload, from everything I was experiencing, but I still wanted more. “This must be the playroom,” a muscular thirty-something Afro-American guy, with his dreads pulled back in a ponytail said with a grin, as he fucked up into the naked hot red-headed emo boy with snakebites wrapped around his waist, making him moan into his shoulder. “My friend wanted a playmate to get pozzed with at the party, didn’t you babe?” The emo boy gasped, “Yes, Daddy,” as the thick cock fucking him long dicked him quickly and hard. The new kid and I both gasped loudly, but for different reason as the Afro-American guy pulled the emo boy off his dick and tossed him on the bed near me. He from what easily had to be a thick uncut ten-inch cock being yanked from his ass and me in awe and desire to feel that meat pummeling my hole and filling me with his poz jizz. The man shot me a toothy grin, “Don’t worry boy, I’ve got plenty more toxic cum to share with you before the night is out.” At that moment Soren yanked me down hard on his cock as I felt him pulsing and flooding my boy cunt with his poz load, “Take…IT…ALL!” He growled as I felt some of his load begin to leak out from my still stuffed hole. Soren must have not have cum in a few days from what it felt like. I couldn’t believe the night had only just started.

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.

Would be cool to hear about some experiences where you have sucked off guys who were related. Not so much incest. But other families. Were they together? Did they know about others? Details like that. For me, I ended up in a lot of those situations when I was younger and still some now. I blow a father and son. Separately. One knows the other doesn't. My ex gf had an older and younger brother. She never knew that I played with her two brothers. Or how many times we made out 5 mins after I sucked one or both of her brothers. lol And still do. I just sucked off two older 50's brothers. Same room one at a time.

Chapter 3 As much as my waiter looked like Draven Torres his buddy was the spitting image of Dawson. What were the chances? Two hunky waiters so closely resembling such infamous bareback porn stars? The party was winding down when the Dawson look-a-like pulled up a chair beside me. "My buddy tells me you want to play. I'm Ben. Meet me in ten minutes." As I entered the handicap stall Ben pulled me into a passionate kiss that took my breath away. His hands got busy freeing my clothes and just as quickly mine were busy with his'. When my hand slid over his crotch I couldn't believe the size of the hardening object hidden inside. He smiled at me and simultaneously pushed down on my shoulders. Clearly he wanted me at eye level for the great reveal; and, I was not opposed to his plan. When the twelve inch monster was released it sprang out and hit my face. I took a firm grasp and fed it into my eager mouth. As I slowly worked it in deeper I had a bullseye view of the biohazard tattoo directly in front of my eyes. On his left hip was a scorpion tattoo. I'd seen enough porn to know what these meant. I needed to stop this now but kept right on sucking. Having fucked my face to gagging capacity he pulled his fuck bat out of my mouth. It was covered in slime. I was hoisted, spun and bent faster than the movement of humming bird wings. I could already feel his naked cock against my hole before I found my voice; "You need a condom." I was fishing one from my pants around my ankles. "That won't fit me bud. It'll tear before my head pops inside. " "Do you have one your size." "What do you think?" His mushroom head breached my outer ring as poppers were held to my left nostril. I was coached to inhale deeply and hold my breath as inch after inch of his bare thick manhood snaked up my vulnerable ass. I was too high and the pain had turned to pure pleasure. I couldn't protest or resist. In fact I found myself pushing back with every thrust he plunged in. "Greedy otter hole you got there." His voice rasped. "Fuck man, you're going to come out my mouth. " I grunted. "Speaking of cum, tell me where you want mine ... I'm ... getting ...close..." "FUCK NO, don't cum in me!" I screamed as rope after rope of his hot cum painted my torn intestines. He collapsed onto my back and remained plunged deep as my ass involuntarily milked every last drop out of him. "Please tell me you are medicated and undetectable." "Fuck you kid! You know what those tattoos mean. ... And that's the first load I've dropped in five days. You're so fuckin full of my toxic sperm right now. And, we both know my huge man meat toar you to pieces. Now tell me how much you love that." There was no hiding or lying as he was stroking my hard cock. His pumping started up again and I was powerless to hold back my moans of pleasure. "Yeah. That's what I thought. You love your guts full of my poz cum. You're coming home with me and my bud tonight. ... What do you say? ... Want me to give you more toxin here? Or you want to wait for later?" "Fuck man! You may as well do it now and later." "Right answer!" Ben and Draven lookalike took me to their walk up three blocks from the hotel. I spent the rest of the night taking and giving them and their hunky roommate loads. I lost track of numbers. As I hobbled back to the hotel with the rising sun I knew I couldn't hide the large tell tale wet spot on the ass of my trousers. I knew I needed to get to the clinic as soon as we landed home later that afternoon. If it wasn't already too late I needed to get my poz cum hungry hole with a treacherous mind of it's own on Prep.

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....

Got loaded by 2 different tops this weekend and both took a long time to cum. Finding that I don't like it when guys take a long time to cum. I don't necessarily want a quickie, but I also don't want to get fucked for an hour to get loaded. How do others feel about or deal with this?

Best Western So I was on one of the dating sites when I get a message from someone who I'd never chatted with before. The message was a dick pic and "frequently in Austin". Nice looking dick so I looked at his profile. No answers to most of the questions. A bit of a disappointment. He is listed as being from Brownsville, which is about a 5 hour drive from here. So I ask him whether he can host when he is in town. "Yes. Poz top here." That makes my little cock instantly start to throb. I message him back: "Neg but poz friendly bareback bottom here. I'd love to take your loads when you are in town". "I'm here now. Best Western in Round Rock". That causes an major jolt in my little cock. That's very close. "I'll be right over, send me the room number". "I love hungry faggots" was his response, along with the room number. "I'll be there in about a half hour" I message back. I jump in the shower and clean out my hole with several full enema bottles and then lube up with petroleum jelly pushed in with my big butt plug. Once I'm all cleaned and lubed I slide on my sissy panties which are thongs with pink hearts on them. I hope he appreciates that. I quickly get in the car and drive up to the motel, parking away from the building. I walk up to the door and it opens a crack as I approach. The shades are drawn and it is dark inside but I enter. As I do I see he is already naked and his big dick is hanging down already half erect. "Strip and get on your knees, faggot" He says I do as ordered and he grabs my hair and pulls my head forward to him. I open my mouth and take in his dick and start to suck. Very soon it is fully hard and I can taste his pre-cum when I pull up. "That's enough, bend over the side of the bed" he growls at me. Wasting no time, I comply. I feel his finger in my crack and then he finds my hole, pushing in and bringing a moan from me. "Already lubed, that's good" I then feel the tip of his big dick start sliding up and down my crack until it finds its mark and he starts to slide in. I'm an experienced bottom but his big dick causes me to groan out with pleasure as my hole stretches. He grunts in pleasure in response as he is buried to the hilt. Then I feel him start to pull back out and bury himself again. Pretty soon I hear the slapping as he is pounding me relentlessly. The room is filled with my moans and groans and his grunts as he uses my hole. I know if anyone in the rooms on either side is listening they know what is happening, the sounds are unmistakable. He pounds me for a good 10 minutes before I notice his balls are no longer slapping my taint because they are drawing up and his pace is becoming faster and more erratic. I know very soon his charged load will be launched into my negative ass. I cry out "breed my ass!" and he responds "Yeah, take my seed you worthless faggot". Then he stops, his dick fully inside me and I feel the pulses as his poison cum is pumped deep inside me. He pauses there, both of us panting and sweating, but his dick doesn't go soft. After a bit he pushes me down on my stomach and starts moving again. Soon his hips are bouncing off me again. This time he pounds me for a long time and then I feel him start to unload again, even more forcefully than the first time which I didn't think was possible. "Yeah, knocking you up good faggot!" he growls into my ear. He rests for a minute and then unbelievably he is at it again. My hole now sloppy wet but starting to get a little sore. After just a few minutes he deposits his third gift in me and then pulls out. "Get dressed and get the fuck out" he says. I don't argue and slide my clothes on as fast as I can. As he is pushing me out the door he says "I'll message you next time I'm in town". Let me know if you get the fuck flu. Sure enough, about a week later I woke up with a fever, chills. And I knew what was going on so I sent him a message. His reply... the purple horned smiley. I can't wait for the next time he messages me.

So was sitting at home Thursday night checking out the usual sites online. A message popped up asking if I was looking. He must’ve at least scanned my profile and read that I like to suck and bottom. Pretty straight forward. Being from small town Minnesota and fairly familiar with the regular profiles that show up around here, I for sure hadn’t seen his before. Live here or visiting, I asked. Visiting his cousin at the community college. Also put it bluntly that he needed release and if I could suck him off. Of course! And I swallow. He obviously couldn’t host due to being at cousins so I said I could , but asked how he was gonna excuse himself from his cuz’ dorm. “Just gonna tell him I’m headed quick to McDonald’s.” I think quickies are great and give him the addy. He arrives, I sit him on the couch, and he pulls out this tasty looking 8” piece of meat which matches the pic he shared earlier. Damn! Looking good. I had sent him a pic of my chub ass, both empty and with a bare cock in it. Just a little advertising. Well, I spend the next 10-15 minutes working him over with my tongue, mouth, and throat. Thought with him being in a hurry he’d be wanting to nut right away but he’d get to the edge and back me off. Did that 3 times… guess he’s not in a huge hurry. Lol. Anyway, after the 3rd time he reaches round my back for my hole. I have lube, I whisper. I had staged the lube and condoms and towels nearby as I’m always hopeful. I reached for the lube and slicked up my hole. He reached for the condom and wrapped up. In 4 seconds he’s balls deep and we’re both moaning in pleasure as I’m bent over the sofa. After a couple minutes of starting to get worked over, he repositions and I feel something hit my foot. I know what it is. It’s why I sent him the second pic of my ass. I wanted him to know I take it raw and he was happy to oblige. That rubber no sooner hit my foot and he was buried balls deep again. I’m gonna seed you like I’m sure that guy in the pic did, he says. Use me! And within the next minute he did just that. Used me as his cumdump. While recovering and his dressing I let him know he could count on me anytime he came to visit his cousin. Although, he might have to vary his excuse of a Mickey D’s run for future fuck sessions.

Hey guys let me set the stage with this first chapter. ‐------------------------------------------------------' My first time was with a 65 year old fit silver fox. He was in the lobby of the hotel my folks and I were checking into for my cousin's wedding. It was as if his deep warm brown eyes could see right through me. His dimples and smile were intoxicating. I knew I had been cruised before; but, never this blatantly, and never with my folks at my side. We checked into our room and I couldn't get the image of this older sexy man out of my mind. I made an excuse to step out for some fresh air. Luckily he was still sitting alone when I got to the lobby. When I saw him smile in my direction I only hesitated a moment before making my way to the chair beside him. He wasted no time; "You are the sexiest young otter I've seen in a long time. Please come to my room and have a drink with me. " I grinned and responded; "Is it just a drink you are after?" "Oh that's definitely only a start. " I followed him into an elevator and was relieved to see we were going to a different floor than my parents room. He went directly to his bar fridge and asked if I wanted beer, wine or something stronger. I opted for stronger and two scotch on the rocks were prepared. He joined me on the couch, we each had our first sip and he leaned in to give me a sloppy passionate kiss. His tongue was in my mouth and I noticed the scotch delivered from his mouth was very enjoyable. We gulped large mouthfuls and sloshed them from mouth to mouth 'til he took both glasses placing them on the coffee table. Starting to unbutton my shirt he said; "Fuck kid, I'm already drunk on you. " "Yeah? Then fuck me daddy. " 'was that my outside voice ' rattled in my brain. We were naked in no time and his bearded jaw sucked in my erect seven inches. His right hand fingers went directly to my virgin hole. His left hand went to my mouth. Fingers soon slipped between my lips and were forced down my throat. They were quickly covered in saliva, removed and worked into my tight hole. 'Holy fuck this is moving fast. ' I thought. "Tight ass kid. How many cocks have been in there?" "None sir. " "Fuckin A ! You really a virgin?" "Yup. Never even sucked a cock. " "Wow! Well that can wait 'til I've popped your cherry. " "Holy fuck ... really?" By now he had me on my back, ankles at my shoulders; and, he was eating my virgin ass. My head was spinning from the scotch and unbelievable pleasure he was giving my hole. Soon he moved up my body and his thick naked cock was pushing against my hole. I swallowed a deep breath and he popped inside. I involuntarily pushed my ass further onto his thick eight inches before the reality of this situation sank in. I pulled off his hard on and begged; "Condom, please!: "You sure kid? Don't you want your first time to be special?" "Fuck man, this is special. Please. " He scurried to the bathroom and had the rubber out of it's plastic case on his return trip. I helped him sheath up his raging eight inches. He was soon back in my ass and even I could tell he wasn't as hard as he had been. "Fuckin condoms ... erection killers." I needed to make a quick decision. My ass was committed and not going to be satisfied with the direction this was going. I pushed him off me and ripped off the condom. Quickly moving I had his cock in my mouth, fowl condom taste and all. He quickly began to harden. "Nice boy. You're a natural. " I emptied my mouth and responded; "I need it in my ass again. Just promise you won't cum. " "I can't promise any such thing; but, I'll do my best." I moved to my back, feet in the air and his raw cock was inside me again. In no time he was balls deep and I was gasping for breath. Slowly he started moving in and out begging with his deep brown eyes; "You okay kid?" With a few more deep breaths the intense pain subsided and became more pleasurable than anything I had ever experienced. "Yes daddy, I'm fine. Fuckin fuck my hole man. You've picked my cherry!" With that he started to pick up speed and for the next ten minutes he pounded my ass silly. As his breath began to get ragged he grunted; "Almost got your virgin cherry ... ready for my load?" "NO! Don't cum ... not yet! Fuck me a little longer. I love your raw cock!" "Ooooh! Fuuuuuuccck ... too late ... breeding your ass boy! Fuuuuuuccck! Yeeaaahhh!" With each pulse shooting inside my no longer virgin ass I spewed glob after glob of my young cum between our bodies. With a few minutes to catch my breath I stammered; "Fuck daddy, why did you breed me?" "Couldn't help it kid. Besides you know you wanted the full meal deal. " "Fuck yeah, it felt so God damn good. But, NO! I asked you to promise. " "And I told you I couldn't. Planting my load was part of claiming your cherry kid. " "Fuck! Please tell me you are at least clean. " "Don't ever ask that again kid! So rude! I'm a don't ask and don't tell kind of guy. Hell, I'm probably poz with all the loads I've taken; but, I don't know and I don't care." "Fuck man! Fuck you! How dare you put me at such risk. " "I may have helped; but, you put yourself at risk kid." That's when I realized he was still inside me and starting to harden again. "Fuck you man! You want to breed me again don't you?" With an impish grin and his hand on my rock hard cock he responded; "Of course! and by all indications you want it to. " This fuck lasted an hour before he blasted his second unknown viral status load inside my gut walls. The next hole to be filled with raw cock and my youthful cum was his. It was 4 AM before I snuck back to my parents room. By then I had 5 of his suspect loads deep inside. Needless to say I was totally spent, exhausted and most of all, terrified!

To OP: in your original post it was unclear whether you asked for evidence the other guy was on PrEP, or for evidence of recent test results. Either way, if I'm the guy you're asking, I would not be offended per se (truly, this hypersensitivity nonsense has really gone way too far...). If you were asking for evidence I was on PrEP, I probably would not provide you with that information. Here are some facts that support that decision: Your reason for asking me about my PrEP would appear to be concern about contracting HIV. You can take your own precautions against protecting yourself from HIV, i.e., get on PrEP (which it sounds like you plan to do; good for you!). You have a responsibility to protect yourself as much as reasonably possible, and you cannot rely on others to protect you. After my first year of taking PrEP, my doctor no longer tests for the presence of the drug in my system when I do my regular STI panel every 3+ months. Thus, the only "evidence" of me taking PrEP would be a photo of my pill bottle, pills, or the prescription itself. That information seems somewhat intrusive, and could impact my safety and discretion. Considering the fact listed above, I would be worried about hooking up with someone who expected me to provide that level of detail about my life without taking responsibility for their own safety. There are some guys out there who might lie about their status, and might lie about taking PrEP, so I would be confused about why you didn't just ask for my test results. Test results provide direct evidence of HIV status, at least for a snapshot in time. Test results are more difficult to fake than a verbal response, and I would guess faking test results is a rare occurrence considering the effort and malice required. If you were asking for evidence of test results, that's a different story for me. I think asking a potential partner about their STI status is normal and part of being a sexually responsible adult for many people. Asking STI status is different than asking for proof of STI test results, of course. But for me, that's along the same lines as asking STI status, and way less intrusive than asking for proof of my prescriptions. I would probably provide test results if asked. Many people would not provide test results if asked, and that's fine too. Because I'm on PrEP, because I get tested regularly after every hookup, and because I understand that STIs come with the territory of being a cumdump slut, I don't ask for STI status or test results. I inspect cocks and ask about any open sores or rashes--there's nothing that takes me out of the moment more than starting to suck a guy off and seeing an open sore on his dick--but other than that I understand that I'm taking a calculated risk by having sex with relative strangers. However, I do understand the impulse to want to be sure. I am concerned about catching STIs, mostly because I don't want to bring them home to my girlfriend. We have an open relationship. She allows me to hook up with guys once every few months. I get tested 2-3 weeks after every hookup. She had initiated sex with me after my hall passes within the 2-3 weeks before testing, but since I contracted chlamydia in March 2022 and passed it on to her (we both got treated), we now can't have sex during that pre-testing window. That sucks, but we all make trade-offs in life. For me, having a potential male partner ask me about my STI testing regimen or offer to provide his own puts my mind at ease and allows me to really get out of my head and into the fuck. There are other situations where guys have rational reasons for wanting to be sure about a potential partner's STI status. There are gay and bisexual guys like me in open relationships who don't want to bring things home to their partner. A lot of guys aren't as lucky as me in that regard. Many are in relatively sexless marriages where there is a significant discrepancy in sexual desire, and they're cheating on their partners. I don't judge them. Many other guys are new to sex with men or simply new to sex period. Many haven't learned about taking responsibility for their sexual health, or that STIs aren't the big bad bogeyman the United States' puritan culture would have you believe. Establishing and maintaining reasonable boundaries about your sexual health is important. Even if you may have gone too far in asking for proof of PrEP or test results, it doesn't make you an asshole. Unless you're leaving something out of your story--e.g., after you asked, the other guy said he wasn't interested and you pestered him about it--the other guy was kind of a douchebag for blocking you. He could have simply been an adult and told you he wasn't interested anymore. We need to normalize communicating like adults with others, including those with whom we disagree. And we need to stop being so offended by every possible slight that we either shut down conversation or claim the moral superiority of some false and unearned victimhood.

Chapter 14: Impregnating Me Both my partner and I were overjoyed the day had finally arrived. We both woke up hard, but refrained from even having oral sex. He said he wanted to make me a Romantic breakfast, but he wanted to minimize my cleaning out time as he didnt want any distractions that night. He did however pop a bottle of champagne though. He popped a second bottle and then gave me a champagne enema. After the bottle was empty, we went to the shower and he laid on the floor, telling me to release the champaign from my ass on him. I have to admit, the champaign was a great cleansing agent. I guess the bubbles really added to the cleansing. Now neither of us were into scat, but even though I was a tad dirty, he took it like a trooper. After that, he gave me his piss. Maybe it was just me, but his piss tasted different. Was it the champagne, or a taste of HIV? We showered eagerly awaiting 7pm when we would be at the doctors home. He surprised me with a gift box, which contained a beautiful leather studded jock, with a butt plug attached to it. He said he wanted me to wear it tonight, and that the doctor told him the house was ours for the entire weekend and that he would be plugging my ass between the multiple breedings. I told him I also had a present for him, but he'd have to wait. He said no worries, and in addition to his gift of HIV, he had another gift that he would give me tonight. We arrived at the doctor's home 30 minutes early and the doctor said we were late! He continued by saying he figured we'd be there at 6! Before he led us to the bedroom, he proposed a toast. He told us how happy he was for the both of us, and how excited he was for us! He didn't need to tell us, as we saw his hard cock through his pants! He asked if we were ok with him filming us, and we both said fuck yes. With that he led us to the bedroom. His home was amazing, set on a lake with the entire back wall of the bedroom a sliding glass door! The room was softly lit by candles, and he had thrown rose petals on the white satin sheets! He said he hoped that wasn't too much, but he was a romantic guy, and that his partner did the same for him! With that, my conversion and filming began! My partner started by kissing me deeply and saying that he was truly waiting for this moment. He then retrieved a box and got down on a knee. He opened the box which had two metal cockrings in it. He said that he truly loved me, and they did not represent a commitment to marriage, but something he wanted. He explained that by putting them on, it simply meant we were open to that possibility. We both slipped them on, and like the doctors tears flowed from my eyes! I told him I also had a gift for him, and presented him with a box that contained a hard bristle toothbrush in it. I explained that the Dr suggested I help prepare my hole for his virus, and to show my commitment i would start by self brushing myself. With that I positioned myself on the bed on my back. I usually like to start doggy, but this time, I wanted to see his face the entire time. I started to brush my hole quite aggressively until it was not just pink, but bright red! His fuck was slow and deliberate. When he was close to cumming, he would stop thrusting and kiss me deeply. This went on for almost an hour, even the doctor proclaimed that he hadn't planned on a full length video, and had to cum,but didn't want to mess up the video. With that my partner became more aggressive, yet still romantic. He blew a massive load in me, and immediately said I was his forever now. He immediately plugged my ass, trapping his virus in my bloody hole. Rather than use the butt plug, my partner kept his still rock hard cock in me as a plug to help let his demon seed soak into my bloody hole. The doctor couldn't control himself, and jacked his cock on my face, simply saying congratulations. I was in pure bliss knowing, at least in my mind, that my partner and I would be one after tonight. I begged him to breed me again. He pulled his still hard cock out of me, and put on a cruel condom. He told me that it would likely hurt, but would tear up my insides more than the brush did. He added that it would also be uncomfortable to him as could cause his cock to bleed also, but that would be an advantage as not only would his toxic cum be in me, so would his toxic blood. After my partner dumped his second load in me, I began to cry. He asked if the cruel condom hurt too much. I told him that it hurt, but the tears were tears of joy, not pain. My partner then began to cry, telling me that he was proud of my amazing journey as a pig. He reminded me that it was only a little over a year since I had my first M2M experience with not only my best friend, but his dad also. He marveled at how I joined the fuckternity and took any and all cocks in addition to our frequent sex. He admitted that he was afraid I would say no to him pozzing me, but when i agreed it was the happiest day of his life. He then pulled his cock out of me, and placed the plug on my jock up my hole. We just rolled over on our backs, embracing each other. Next Chapter: The Doctors Gift

There's room for everyone in here....

Call it what you want as long as I get the cock and the cum!

You're the one who brought up discrimination, so it's rather cheeky for you to bring up the issue and then declare it off the table for debate. In any event, "discrimination", at its root (which is Latin), means to distinguish between - we say that someone has a discriminating eye, for instance, when he is able to detect the differences between an original painting and a good but forged copy. Any time we distinguish between two things, we are "discriminating" between them. We've extended the use of the word such that today, it primarily means to choose one thing over the other thing - but it's important to know that discrimination, by itself, is value-neutral. It's only in certain contexts, and in certain situations, and in judging certain characteristics, that discrimination becomes (by societal agreement) wrong. By which I mean: in the context of employment, in the situation of deciding to hire or fire someone, we (broadly, at least in the west) consider it wrong to make that decision based on the race, religion, sex, or national origin of the persons involved. We are fast coming to a broad consensus that making the decision based on sexual orientation is also wrong, and some (though not all) people believe the same is true when basing the decision on gender identity. By contrast: nobody bats an eye if a straight man "discriminates" against other men in the context of sex or romance or dating; his attraction is to whatever sex he finds appealing. He's "discriminating" against men, by any definition; we just recognize that he has a right to do so. Likewise, if he is only attracted to blonde hair, or large breasts, or chubby women, or green eyes, we recognize that's within his rights. (Some people might find his choices limited and limiting, but it's his call to make.) That's where one's HIV/STI status comes into play. Some HIV+ people simply do not want to risk infecting a negative person even if they are undetectable and the potential partner is on PrEP. That's their call to make. Some HIV- people simply do not want to take the risk of knowingly having sex with an HIV+ person, even if they themselves are on PrEP. And that is THEIR call to make. You or I might consider it silly or overly cautious, but we aren't the one making the decision and none of us are entitled to have sex with someone just because we want to. They're free to "discriminate" against us for any reason that they choose. I'd hope that anyone I'd hooked up with who found he had an STI within, say, three months or so (I'm not sure how far back they ask people to contact past partners) would contact me, on the off chance it had been in his system that long. I would be grateful as a spur to get checked. For HIV, if I were negative, I'd hope anyone who had bare sex with me and who was diagnosed as HIV+ later would contact me, just in case he'd had it for a long time. When I was diagnosed, I made a point of contacting every sex partner I'd had in the prior 8 years, just in case, even those where the sex was protected, just in case, because I didn't want anyone discovering he'd gotten it and not knowing it might have been me (even though I was almost invariably the/a bottom).

I was at some friend's place last night for dinner, caged since the 1st of october (i remove it only when i go to bed) and, as you can imagine horny and frustrated as fuck as I didnt cum in like almost 2 months. It s 2am when a young guy hits me up on grindr. He s not far away and he s wanting to fuck an ass before going to sleep. He sends me dick and feet pics and is quite excited by me being a locked older guy. He invites me to his hotel room telling me to hurry, he wants to nut and go sleep. I leave my friends and walk the little distance to meet the young guy s hotel. He opens the door and jumps back on the bed. He s watching some girl on girl porn on his lap top. He s wearing only a blue jean, has nice ciseled body. He asks if he s my type, his right hand already in his pants stroking his dick. I say of course. He smiles. He looks a little high. I ask him what he wants me to do. "I don t know... You help me with this ?" He takes out his nice dick and lets it fall on his six pack abs. I sit next to him and take it in my hand, caress it softly. This guy is pure lust ! Pink lips, baby face, pretty eyes, sporty bod, cocky attitude. He knows he s irresistible, particularily for a bottom guy my age. It s heaven to feel his hard cock pulsating in my hand. Locked fags get this, it s heaven and hell at the same time to pleasure a free and erect cock while your clit is caged. It satisfying and frustrating all at the very same time. He watches the movie and smiles, enjoying the hand job. "You should lick my feet". And there I am, licking and sucking his toes and his feet, while he spits in his hand and slowly masturbates watching the porn. This goes on for some minutes then he tells me to go on all four on the floor and show him some ass. I take off my pants and assume the position. He takes down my lace underwear and puts a finger in my ass. As he comes in front of me he says : your mouth on my feet, and there i am again kissing his feet while he finger fucks my ass, making it wet. He fucked me silly and hard like only very young guys do. Didn t care about nothing else than emptying his balls in some guy s ass. It was so good and fulfilling for me to feel and hear him cum inside of me. He was feeling and looking so good when i turned to clean his dick. His smile was the biggest reward for me. He gently pushed my face away as my tongue was certainly disturbing him now. "It was cool, he said. - I leave you to sleep now - Yes he answered as he was already back on the bed" As I was putting my pants back he said he ll favourite my profile and text me when he s around. "Whenever you want" In the elevator i went back on grindr. Some 58 yo guy had sent me some messages. He s in the hotel too, looking for a slut to use, no recip. He says he s married, macho type. I quickly ask if he has some pic. I wasn t expecting an answer as he texted me like half an hour ago and it was already around 3 am but i immediately received a notification. - No pic. U slut or not? - - Room 332 - That was so hot ! I went to the 3rd floor. My restraint clit and the wetness of my cummy ass were sending me into subspace. I was going to some daddies room, without the slighliest clue of what he looked like. It reminded me of the time when Muhamad was inviting some random guys to my place to fuck me. He would be so proud of what Ive become. Knock knock The door opens. The guy is wearing the hotel robe, opened on a white hairy chest, he has a beer belly, a semi flacid huge dick and...I dont even look at his face at this point. That dick makes him attractive anyway. I realise how much the cage pushes me... To be continued...

Part 16 - Beginnings After my re-imprinting, a few weeks passed and Jeff was the beaming, happy owner of a pozzed up little jock and I did everything he asked of me. As a reward, when my PA fully healed, Jeff caged me. I have to confess, the black cage looked hot against my pale skin and I can’t tell you how good it made me feel to be caged again. Many of you will not be into it, and I get that, but for me, the moment it went back on I felt more of myself than I had in the weeks without it - a faster, stronger, more focussed version of myself. I ramped up my submissiveness to Jeff threefold and that made him and his close friends very happy, and very satisfied…if frequently drained. I take a regiment of pills every morning, and apart from that and my new body jewellery, my life appears normal except…well…it isn’t. Jeff is a fair and dominant master and lover, and I truly love him. He whores me out on a strict rota, sometimes just as a companion, but most of the time for sex and I take every load he asks me too - I have never refused even one. I make him very proud. At night I curl up next to his massive frame utterly content. I attend quite a few sex parties as his caged sub - and have met a lot of the club members, we’ve even met a chapter in New York who chem’d and fucked me over the long Pride weekend this year. I’ve got a bit of a reputation now - my stamina and hunger is second to none, and Jeff keeps my ass in fantastic condition. Professionally, I’ve made a pretty good career as a semi-professional runner and PT. There are pictures of me in my half-pipe, caged and pierced on a podium accepting a silver medal at a pro-circuit race that Jeff thought would be fun to leave in the public domain - a sort of invitation to anyone who could find them. I have to admit, despite a lot of stares that day, it is hot to see the fabric obscenely stretched over the jewellery that marks me as a submissive gay boy. Jeff knew I’d be into that. Good luck locating ‘em! 😈 A few weeks after those photo were taken, Jeff whored me out to the coach from the team I beat that day. He was as shocked as me when I met him in his office and we realised who we were - it took only minutes though for me to disrobe, bend over his desk and take a pounding from his long cock, rigid cock. I often see him at meets - none of his squad have beaten me yet - but he’s fucked me numerous times (once in their team’s kit too). I know a lot of you will want to know about Zeke - but I still find it a little hard to talk about. In the interests of telling the whole truth, however, I’ll finish his story too - Zeke never converted. It devastated John and Kem - the club insisted they had to let him go and, for a while I think, it blew their relationship apart. I didn’t see them for months, no one did, and what I heard wasn’t good. I remember running into a club member who asked me if I regretted re-imprinting given John and Kem had found me but Jeff interceded and I swear he would have punched the guy if I hadn’t stopped him. Honestly, though, even if I had to answer the question, I didn’t regret it - maybe that’s the power of imprinting. Even though I know I’d gone through a re-imprinting process, the outcome was final. I loved Jeff and I was truly his - when I think back to the night I was set free it wasn’t because it was a temporary response to chems or sexual bliss, it was a soul-bond to Jeff. He pozzed me, he corrupted me - he freed me. It wasn’t up for debate - it was a physical reality burned into my memory. The same night he nearly punched that club member, Jeff brutalised my hole - sat upright, bouncing on the cock that made me, he declared his love for me as he filled me with a third cumload. I was happy. About a year after Zeke left, John and Kem started coming to parties again - they looked a little sunken but otherwise healthy. I remember one event they both managed to manoeuvre me away from the throng of men to double fuck me in a walk-in closet - John laying underneath me and Kem on top - our sexual union framed by a wide, floor-length mirror. John never took his eyes off me, and Kem never opened his. Both enjoying the pleasure in their own unique way - it was surreal. When they came inside me, punishing my hole with a dual spray of cum, I heard John whisper something indiscernible over the force of his orgasm - I promise, to this day, I did not hear what he said. When he pulled me in for a deep kiss, he didn’t repeat it and I didn’t see them again the entire night - Jeff told me they only fucked me and something about “who could blame them?” Last week John and Kem got in touch with the club members to say they’d got a new prospect - the photos were very cute- a 36year old construction worker with a gorgeous body and farmer’s tan. His name was Rob and he sort of knew what he was getting into - was keen to try T and get fucked up. John and Kem were hoping to secure him and had even set a date for an ‘induction’ party. John texted me directly - something he hadn’t done since, well, my re-imprinting - to ask if I’d be their drug boy for the night, but Jeff said ‘no’ - that it’d be too painful for them and they needed to focus on their new prospect. “They need a fresh start pup” he commented when he read the text. “You can give them that” When I think about it, I wondered if maybe John and Kem had imprinted and saw, for the first time, the struggle I might’ve gone through if Jeff hadn’t taken the time to formalise my handover. Anyway, that’s you up-to-date. Jeff is snoring next to me as I finish this - it feels weird writing it all down after, but I’m glad - it’s been a dark, but positive adventure. There’s a tent in the sheets where Jeff’s morning wood waits for attention. As my free hand slips under the covers to feel the familiar heat of his vast muscles, I wrap my free hand around his throbbing meat - he lets out a sleepy moan “with your hole pup”. Phone down, back to work ❤️

I think what you're describing is endemic across the country since the "secret veil" was ripped off a certain segment of our population in a different context. Once dishonesty became the coinage of a large chunk of the population, the coarsening of our society has deepened quickly. The fact is, where would men like me be without cumdumps? Up a damn creek, that's where. Once the binding elements of any social structure are gnawed at enough, the binds loosen, and the behavior worsens. I think you can and should call out these self-encrusted men that steal your stuff, make appointments and not keep them, all of that negative stuff. The internet may enable them to behave selfishly, but it can also enable them to be shamed for their own selfishness.

Yesterday, a guy texted me on Romeo and wanted to breed me. He was in the other sauna. I don’t like this, because it’s visited mostly by young and trendy guys who are pretty picky. But I wanted to make a try. I arrived at the sauna around 9pm. I was crowded. Full with hot young guys. The guy wrote that he would be in the pool or the steam. He definitely wasn’t in the pool, so I headed to the steam. It was full with hot guys with nice boners. We jerked each other and I was soon on my knees and let my throat fuck. I didn’t find the guy, so I went to cruise. The other part of the sauna was under lighted but I could feel other’s ass and cocks. I sucked a lot and I was sucked too even in the glory hole. I repeated this tour from the steam to the cruising are back and forth at least twice when I met this tall Asian guy. He had so beautiful toned body. We started kissing, playing with each other’s cock. I sucked him soon. I really hoped that he would fucked me. I turned back offering my hungry hole. He shoved his cock immediately. He fucked me intensely. It was amazing, especially when I heard his breath became more rapid. Then his cock started to pulsate and exploded in me. After a hot farewell kiss he went out but I was more horny. Next to me a guy stood who visibly wanted to be fucked. I stepped behind him and fucked him mercilessly until he came. I continued my tour again and again with some sucks until I found a guy in the steam. We stared each other and started to play. Kissing, mutual jerking and nipple play. We stayed at the door of the steam bath and the lamp disturbed my eyes. Since the dark part of the steam was stuffed, I grabbed his hand and pulled until we found an empty cubicle. He immediately started to suck me. When he took a short break, I started to eat his ass. He begged for my cock, so I shoved it in him. I fucked him long. I couldn’t come, so I pulled it out and started to beat it. He asked me to come onto his chest. And I did. I didn’t want to let him without orgasm, so his cock was in my mouth. I was fingering him while I was sucking his cock. He came in my mouth soon. After a while I left the sauna and headed to the cruising bar, COXX. I was eager for cocks and breeding. As I stepped into the dark room, immediately found a guy with hard cock. I was on my knees and sucked him until it was covered enough saliva for barebacking me. I turned back and put his cock in me. He fucked me long. When he finished, another guy stepped in his place. He came in me, and the third was coming. After fucked by three guys I continued my tour. After some sucking, found a guy. We started to play with each other and we started kissing. I’ve hardly met such a passionate kisser. We ate each other’s mouth, touching and stroking each other. I went onto my knees to suck him. We replaced , and he sucked me. We continued this passionate play until I tossed him onto the wall and started to eat his ass. He was moaning loudly. I pushed my cock into his hole. I fucked him long. Once my cock slipped out. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind the metal display panel. We continued kissing and stroking each other when turned back and I fucked him more. I fucked him until he came. I kneeled in front of him and cleaned his cock with my tongue. We couldn’t get away from each other. I invited him for a drink. At the light I realised how good looking he was. And his skin! I felt how smooth it was but its colour. Like the caramel. We chatted with each other at the bar counter touching each other and kissing. I couldn’t wait until he drank his beer and continuously asked him to fuck again. We went to a cubicle and everything was repeated. In the cubicle was a bit more light and I could see his bubble butt. And his ass smoothness and his beautiful hole. I fucked him long again. Finally he jerked my cock out. He was exhausted and wanted to leave, when I saw one of my fuckbuddies at the counter. We said good bye to each other with this latino. My fuckbuddy suffered from love pain because his boyfriend moved to Vienna, and they could meet only once a month. I offered to give him some relief. We found ourselves in the middle of some guys soon. I was on my knees and he fucked my throat. After a while I stood up and pulled myself on his cock. He whispered in my ear how slutty bitch I was. He was absolutely right. I let him fuck me because I knew more guys would want to play him. I know, for relieving love pain the best cure is sex and guys. The more the merrier. I let him play ahead. I played with some guys, sucked them and had nipple play, but I felt so tired that I came home with some doses of jizm in my hole and my stomach. 😈😈😈

I was so stunned, I just shut up. My ass was burning as he continued jabbing his cock into my by now tender ass. How the hell had this happened? "Now, are you going to be a good boy?" I didn't really see much choice, so I nodded my head and bit my lip as he assaulted my ass with his thick cock. "Good, because with those straps you're not going anywhere until I say you are. Just relax and try to enjoy it." After a while, my tight virgin ass must have loosened enough to begin to feel some pleasure, more intense with his cock than a finger had been. By this time he'd settled into steady rhythm. Suddenly he stopped with his cock buried to the hilt and I felt him lean over me. "Now, you keep being a good boy and open that mouth for me, fed up of listening to you." Scared of what might happen if I refused, I opened my mouth and felt a rubber ball be shoved between my teeth stretching my jaw. It was fixed in place with a strap behind my head. He then pulled up straight and started fucking me hard, I could feel his low hanging balls slapping against my cheeks as he pounded me. "Just thought, you never did ask about the meaning of my tattoo, did you boy?" What? Why the hell were we talking about tattoos while this sleazy older guy was railing me? "Well..uh...maybe you should have." His breathing was getting a bit ragged. "It, ugh, means I've got HIV, mmm!" After this finally processed through my brain, I tried in vain to buck him off, but he just leaned his weight forward and started jackrabbiting in my ass. "That's it, take my poz load and join the club!" He made one final thrust into my tender asshole and stayed there buried to the hilt as he groaned. I could feel the full weight of his flabby body leaning on me as he caught his breath. After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out unceremoniously and slapped my ass again in the same spot, it was just as hard but the pain was nothing compared to my poor asshole. "Oh, by the by, that's what the tattoo is for." He chuckled. I heard the door open, I squirmed and moaned through the ball gag, thinking he was forgetting to at least untie me. "I told you, you're not going anywhere until I say so. I'll just leave you there with that sweet arse pointed towards the front door. Don't worry, it tends to get busier about now, so you'll have company soon."

Sorry for the delay! I looked up at the guy from where I sat at the edge of bed, my eyes travelled up past his slightly sagging belly, over his tattoo and into his face. He gave me wicked looking grin as I met his eyes. "Why don't you let me show you something. Why don't you turn round and kneel on that bed, I'll make you feel something you've never felt." "Uhm, if we have sex...we should use condoms, have you got any?" I said. "Sure I could get one, but that isn't what I had in mind. I hesitantly turned around and knelt on all fours. I was torn, this seemed off, but at the same time I was so fucking turned on by this guy who was older than my father. "That's it" he said. I felt his hand, it felt warm but slightly rough as it traced up my inner thigh. I shivered as his hand grazed my tight balls and firmly grasped my cock. I couldn't help but gasp as he slowly began to pump his fist up and down. I'd never had a guy do anything like this to me before! "Now, lets see boy, you ever had that tight ass played with before?" "Uh..uh...no..." I felt a cold slimey feeling on my puckered asshole, then flinched slightly as I felt one of his callused fingertips press gently against it. But his slowly pumping fist on my cock kept me in place. After 5 minutes I was head down, ass up on the rubber mattress, moaning like I don't think I ever had. "Well, I think he likes it", I'd almost half-forgotten the guy behind me, I'd been so focussed on the waves of pleasure coming from my asshole. "Well boy, was that a first?", I nodded with my head still pressed into the mattress. "Well, how about a little bondage? You ever tried being tied up? Most bottom's like you love it." Was that what I was? I'd heard of bottoms before, had never thought of it as a label for me, but despite this thought, all I could do was nod my head, hoping to increase the pleasure coming from the finger in my ass and the hand round my cock. "You'll love it." I could almost hear the grin "Just put your hands up there, no, bit further." I reached my hands up, when he grabbed my wrists and wrapped them in what felt like leather, tight. I moaned as I felt the finger leave my ass, unconsciously thrusting my hips backwards. In it's place, I saw a small brown bottle put in front of me under my nose. "Take a deep sniff, you might need it." I was a bit confused, but was so turned on I did it without thinking. I took a deep breath and held it, as I exhaled I felt my head start to spin. Just as I peaked, I again felt the finger slide into my asshole and moaned as the pleasure was so much more. He grabbed my hips with one hand to steady me and I rocked back slightly further onto his finger. I then felt his other hand spank my ass hard, the sudden sting shocking me but also blending with the pleasure from my...wait.... "Is...fuck, is that your finger in me?" I stammered. "Nope." He said. Holy shit, was this saggy older guy fucking me? "I..what..do you...fuck..have a condom on?" The whole time I spoke I could feel his cock slide even further into my asshole. This was going way too fast for me to keep up, but at the same time the feeling of fullness as I felt his wiry pubes graze my ass was like nothing I'd ever felt. I was again shocked by a sudden flash of pain from my backside as he simultaneously withdrew and then stabbed his cock deep into my ass in one go and spanked my ass hard, much harder than last time. "You don't ask questions, boy."

"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"

As always, you know how to tell a story. Fucking hot stuff.

I busted twice to this.😛

Also I don't care about people's reactions to my posts. This whole site is a fantasy trip for most people who use it. It's nice there are some mature people on here, the immature should really grow up or not take part at all. The most important lesson people can learn from this thread is to get regular testing and being responsible......if you're immature you will struggle with this...... I'll change the subject if you like...... How would you react if someone messaged you after they'd hooked up with you and said they'd tested positive for an sti and you should get tested? Narcissistic people behave a certain way....obviously..... 🙄

By a weird twist of the Universe, I happened onto a Tumbler post a few minutes ago that perfectly addresses this topic, by a renown authority and man of guidance to millions. [think before following links] https://at.tumblr.com/designing-with-dogs/mr-rogers-explaining-the-facts-of-life-manhole/73eb2ww1qdqk

Dang. Wish there was a place like that here in Austin. If I ever get back out to the Bay Area I'll have to check it out.

My loose cunt’s developed nicely over eight years of marriage and my husband fucking me over a thousand times. Kisses!

I sucked his sock till it got really hard, with his PA banging my tonsils. He pulled me up and pulled down my scrubs to see my pink lace thong. "Damn look at you, you dress like a sexy slut huh", he said eyeing me up. "Yes i like to dress like a slut. I know that makes tops like you hard and i want you hard.", i said teasingly He reached out and pulled my panties down to reveal my pink cock cage. "Yeah i thought i felt a cage. Damn your piss hole plugged too?", he said "Yes my Daddy wants me locked up and i am not allowed to cum, only take cum", i replied With that he grabbed my cock caged and played with rotating it and grabbing my balls. I let out a moan and arched my back wanting more. "Ohhh sluts horny isnt he. You havent cum in a long time", he said and then twirled me around and bent me over. "Ohh whats this", he said as he pulled at the butt plug. "My Daddy wants to me to keep all the loads in me so they soak into my pussy", i said pushing back. With that he pulled it out and put it at my mouth. I sucked on it tasting all that dirty cum and my cunt juice. "You filthy whore you are going to get one more load", he said He put the head of his cock and pushed in. I grunted in discomfort as the PA was big and pushing in my insides. Slowly he sunk in till i felt his balls at my ass. They he started to fuck me good and my grunts turned into moans. I pushed back as he rammed into me. "Ohhh god damn. Your pussy is so tight ohhhh. It feels so good", he said fucking me hard. I started to squeeze his cock massaging it as he rammed into me rotating his hips and punishing my prostate. "Ohh bitch....your cunt is so hot. Squeeze it", he moaned. I worked his cock over good with my cunt for two reasons. One is i wanted to give him a good fuck and second i knew i needed him to nut quick as the break was almost over. He fucked me good bent over like that for a good 5 minutes. Even though i had closed the door i was worried they could still hear us fucking in the office. I heard someone come back in the class and sit down moving a chair. He kept fucking me and then whispered in my ear he was going to cum in me with his poz cum. I squeezed his cock hard and felt his expand and shoot his load in me. "Ohhhh i am cumming in your cunt, you whore", he moaned in my ear ramming into me and using his hand to play with my cock in the cage. Precum was oozing out of the small plug whole. He put his fingers in my mouth and i licked them clean. He slowed down his ramming and pulled out. I quickly turned around and got on my knees and sucked his still hard cock clean. He pulled me up and kissed me deep. "Fuck your pussy is incredible." he said i amazement "So is your cock. I hope we can do this again", i said smiling. We pulled up our pants, fixed up and opened the door. Aaron was standing there near the door with a smile on his face. I smiled back and walked towards my desk. The other students just started coming in. Aaron pulled at my arm and whispered quietly, "You have a wet spot on your behind". I put my hand on my butt and felt a wet spot. Crap in the rush i forgot to put the butt plug back in and his cum was leaking out of me. I went back to the office and put the plug back in my ass. I grabbed some tissue and tried to dry off the wet spot. I went back to my desk and sat down. When i sat i felt the plug push further in and rub my prostate and let out a soft moan. Aaron looked at me and smiled. Damn i am such a slut.

To the original question though, I have to admit that I would find it a bit cheeky. I well understand the reason for asking for proof, which is the fact that a certain percentage of us haven't figured out yet that it's always best to be honest, or at least parry and then move on. On the other hand, I have never carried the requisite "proof" in my back pocket, and I rather doubt I ever will. When asked, I answer honestly, and I know there are are guys that lie. But, if my answer isn't enough, there are plenty of other guys that don't ask, and only want to take loads. Those are the guy's I go to the backrooms/fuckjoints for in the first place.

LAMONT Private Nathan Lamont knew he had to be careful, but he had a plan. He was overjoyed when the Charlies were given a four day pass after their Airborne graduation with the big city of Atlanta, Georgia so close by. He’d checked with everyone to see what their plans were and wasn’t surprised when everyone else decided to stay local to party and relax. He could get a hotel in Atlanta in Midtown and no one he knew would be around that he had to avoid. He would stay in the Cheshire Motor Inn, a place with a particularly seedy reputation within walking distance of the new bar The Heretic. He also wanted to hit the Atlanta Eagle, another bar that catered to the Leather scene. Two of those places were on the restricted list the Army maintained to keep soldiers away from unsavory and illegal activities. Lamont was well informed about how to avoid notice and it was never any problem to keep under the radar. His dick remained hard from the moment he decided on his plan, but he had no outlet for his sexual frustration at the moment. His usual go-to, Valentino, had been avoiding him ever since the first week at Airborne and he’d come to the conclusion that the pretty, agreeable, and energetic blonde soldier found another dick to fuck his amazing ass. That was a shame, because Valentino was a fun fuck, simultaneously submissive and eager. Even so, Valentino was strictly a bottom, and Lamont had his cum-filled balls set on getting fucked as much as he did the fucking. His opportunities for sex were rare and he had to get as much as he could in the next three days. Lamont easily found the bulletin board at Benning on which rides were posted that were available to Atlanta, both official and personal and he selected one at random. A Corporal Etlinger wanted $20 in gas money, which was a little expensive, but the ride met Lamont’s other requirements. He didn’t want an official ride that would put him in Atlanta, and a Corporal was low enough rank that a Private from a different unit riding with him wouldn’t raise eyebrows. And hopefully the Corporal wouldn’t have a lot of questions about his intentions even though he had a story prepared about visiting a friend who had moved there. His last task was to check his kit, gear, and equipment into the storage depot on post where soldiers could drop off their stuff when they went TDY or to a special course elsewhere that didn’t require them to have their gear. He was only going to bring his small backpack with a couple changes of civilian clothes. Corporal Etlinger’s glittery metallic brown Mustang with white pinstriping down the side pulled up to the curb two minutes before 1400 hrs. Lamont saw an arm wearing a blue plaid flannel shirt reach out to the passenger door to open it. “You Lamont?” The voice called out. “Yeah, that’s me.” Lamont answered, stepping towards the open passenger door. “Get in, let’s get on the road.” Etlinger said. Lamont pushed his backpack behind the passenger seat into the back. “Bucket seats? Nice!” He commented. “Bitchin ride, dude.” He said as he climbed in. “Thanks. Only reason I signed up for this bullshit.” Etlinger responded. “Don’t slam the door.” Lamont had lucked out. Etlinger was a fucking fox. His loose fit, straight leg Levis looked new, and under his open front plaid flannel button down, a crew neck black tee shirt hugged his somewhat muscular chest before tucking into his jeans. He had a heavy gold chain encircling his neck. Etlinger’s brown hair and brown eyes gazed at him with intensity. Handsome, but not pretty and just rough enough around the edges to look like good blue collar stock, the look was enhanced by the five o’clock shadow on Etlinger’s jaw. Hmmm. Now that he was inside the Mustang, Etlinger’s five o’clock shadow looked clipped, edged and cultivated rather than natural, which was a turn off. Lamont didn’t like it when guys tried too hard to look good, or affected stuff he considered decoration like some loud and flashy bird doing a mating dance. He did have great teeth and a nice body, but his eyebrows looked sculpted and shaped. Lamont revised his earlier assessment, Etlinger obviously thought of himself as some kind of player, some hot shit asshole. The gold chain, eyebrows, stubble, glowing white Nike high tops with the laces loose rather than tied, the tongue pulled forward - fucking Ugh. The only thing missing was a cut in the eyebrow to mimic a scar, and some line patterns etched into the buzzed hair just above his ear like Vanilla Ice. Lamont imagined the only reason he didn’t see any of that was grooming regs wouldn’t allow it. He wondered what Etlinger did in the Army, he seemed to have way too much time to focus on how he looked, plus a shit corporal getting a Friday afternoon off? “Seatbelt. I don’t need any MP bullshit.” Etlinger ordered. “Where’s the $20?” Probably some admin job, command staff, his CO away for the week for one reason or another, his Sergeant or LT taking the opportunity for a short day, long weekend for themselves. Lamont scrambled to grab the belt and secure it. That was another thing, Etlinger was talking to him like he was irritated, ordering him rather than asking. And fucking Corporals didn’t get to order fucking Privates to do fucking anything. They could, sure…if they wanted to get a reputation as a dick, but it was unlikely that the Private wasn’t going to call their bullshit. But Lamont was just here for a ride so he pulled out his wallet and fished a twenty out and handed it to Etlinger. That’s fine, it was just a couple hours or so. They didn’t have to talk. Lamont looked out the passenger window. He didn’t miss that Etlinger hadn’t said ‘thanks’ when he handed him the money. His opinion of the Corporal fell even further. The drive to I-85 went by fast, neither of them saying anything. Even if Lamont wanted to say something, the unrecognizable hip hop group blasting through the stereo speakers made it impossible, with the thump of a subwoofer (probably in the trunk) buffeting his body. He couldn’t even decipher the words or what the song was about. Lamont wondered how much Etlinger spent on all this image bullshit. Probably everything he made. Well, they didn’t have to be friends. Lamont relaxed his attitude. Who cared anyway? He realized he was being bitchy because Etlinger disappointed him after his initial assessment and went from fox to fuckwad. The Army was full of Etlingers. Young idiots with the first real steady money they’d ever had and poor financial choices quickly followed. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. It had been an early morning. He didn’t really sleep, just dozed. He was in an unfamiliar car, with someone he didn’t know (and didn’t much like) which meant his training wouldn’t let his brain let go of all awareness. Infantry never rests unless your brothers are around you to take watch and let you collapse unconscious for a couple hours of good sleep. Worst way to fall asleep, and the best sleep you get. Nothing better than your lights just going out and you remember nothing until you get shaken awake two hours later. So yeah, he wasn’t sleeping but he didn’t need to. Another thing you learned out on patrol was how to close your eyes and rest your body and brain without actually falling asleep. It could bring you back to almost human when you were too exhausted to even move. He felt the car slow and opened his eyes. They were coming to a traffic light, on a street crowded with buildings. Probably downtown Atlanta. He reached over and turned down the radio a bit, receiving a dirty look from Etlinger. “Hey, any chance you can drop me off near my hotel? It’s off of Cheshire Bridge Rd, near Piedmont.” “Sure, give me a roadie and I’ll drop you off.” Etlinger replied with a smirk. “Seriously man?” Lamont said with a scowl. “I’m not sucking your dick, dude.” Rule Number One: No military. Well, except for Valentino, but Lamont knew Valentino wasn’t going to say anything. This guy? Absofuckinglutelynot. It wouldn’t be the first time he had to walk a few miles. Hell, walking an actual sidewalk was a luxury compared to rucking over terrain. Just the thought of getting near this fake-ass poser’s dick made his stomach turn. Lamont was proud to be a slut, but he was a slut with standards. “Let me out here.” He said. “It was a joke man.” Etlinger complained in sullen accusation, as if it was Lamont who crossed the line. He reached behind the seat and pulled up his backpack, then leveled Hip Hop White Boy with a look that promised violence. He could take this asshole apart with one hand without breaking a sweat. “Pull over, fuckface. I’m not asking.” Lamont’s patience was gone. “Okay, man. Relax.” Funny, Etlinger’s entire tone and demeanor changed completely. His cockiness was non-existent, his face no longer held that cultivated jutting jaw, one eyebrow raised, no fake snarl on his lips. He literally deflated. Now Lamont could see the actual person Etlinger was, and he looked sad and pathetic. Without his image act, the corporal was not impressive at all, just some poor kid (hah! Etlinger had to be three or four years older than Lamont, but Lamont couldn’t help seeing a kid). All veneer, no substance. What the hell was happening to the Army? Lamont also felt a little shook with the realization that people older than him, with more rank, weren’t necessarily better people with their shit together. He shouldn’t be surprised by now. The worst was realizing that about a superior officer in your chain of command. When that happened, it really stung because without competent leadership you were surely dead, and you began doubting your training, which in turn undermined your confidence in your missions and objectives. And those were the BIG 3 in Infantry: Training, Mission, and Objectives. Etlinger pulled into a parking lot, some fast food place called The Varsity. He’d eaten before leaving the base, so he wasn’t hungry. As soon as the Mustang stopped, he popped the lock and opened the door to climb out. “Look, dog…” Etlinger started. Lamont just about threw up in his mouth. Dog? Was that some kind of insult? He ignored the idiot. He made sure to slam the door before walking away. Back at Benning Lamont had studied a map of Atlanta, and the area he was going to be staying in, so he knew roughly where he needed to be. All he had to do was figure out where he was currently. He walked to the nearest intersection, which was not far. He was on North Avenue and the Interstate wasn’t far away, about a block or two. So, he was Southwest of his target location. He started walking. He reached the Cheshire Motor Inn at 1830 hrs just as it was getting dark. The walk was pleasant. Neighborhoods, a huge park, strip malls, offices, historic homes, just like any other American city. He checked in using his fake I.D. He was 22 year old Abel Calloway, from Fort Wayne, Indiana. His fake was professionally done, and had cost him $1100 but it was money well spent as he got a birth certificate, a social security card, and a driver’s license, all valid. Abel Calloway was real, or at least he would have been if he had lived past the age of 8. The Cheshire Motor Inn was a relic of the 1950’s, it had a couple two story buildings side by side, then one single story row across the parking lot. Your room opened out onto the parking lot, a single big window beside the door. But Lamont didn’t care about any of that. What he did care about was that the Motel was cruisy. And close to the bars and other places he wanted to hit. As he was walking to his room, he noticed a man in his late 20’s or early 30’s unloading a suitcase from his Chrysler LeBaron. The suit and tie, the LeBaron, the Motel, a worn suitcase… salesman most likely, saving money by getting a cheap Motel room. The man caught Lamont staring and nodded in greeting. Lamont nodded back. Not bad. Not the best looking guy, but hey, dick was dick, and he wasn’t gross or ugly, just out of shape. Besides, the gold wedding ring on his left hand made him a desirable target all by itself. Lamont didn’t necessarily have a thing for married guys, it was that they were clean and safe for the most part. Married guys were just as worried about catching something and bringing it back to their wives as Lamont was. Plus, married guys were primarily straight guys who just needed a little relief, or to get their freak on once in a while. Whether they were suppressing actual homosexual feelings was something Lamont didn’t think about too much. It didn’t matter why, what mattered was there was an awful lot of otherwise straight married men out there who didn’t mind getting off with another guy. But there were two other things Lamont appreciated about married guys - first, they almost always topped or wanted a blowjob and rarely reciprocated, and second, they were usually older guys. He guessed it took some time for your marriage to become boring enough to find some way to get that thrill again that wasn’t happening with your wife. The salesman was a possibility, but later. First order of business, get a shower, make sure he was cleaned out, then something light to eat. A restaurant called The Collonade was nearby, but it looked expensive. Real restaurants where you sat down and a waiter brought your food were all too expensive for his Private’s pay. On his way to the motel just up the block he had walked past a mom and pop Italian place he’d try instead. He could probably have dinner for ten bucks. After eating, he popped a couple breath mints before walking inside the adult novelty shop across the street. He needed lube. It was a shame he’d have to throw out whatever he didn’t use, for one practical reason and one personal reason: Carrying an unsecured liquid in your gear was a recipe for disaster. You may as well just take the top off and pour it all over your stuff yourself. And second - he sure as hell didn’t want anyone seeing him with lube. All sorts of questions would come up. The whole idea of lube was still a new phenomenon for the average normal American. Deviants and perverts were the ones who found it necessary to use assistance for sex, like toys and lube. It was getting more common, but still one of those ‘better not anyone know’ type of things. While trying to decide on which brand to buy, he notice a sign behind the register that said ‘$5 minimum purchase for tokens’ and asked the clerk what the tokens were for. “Video booths behind that door over there.” The clerk indicated a door off to the side of the shop. Lamont perked up at hearing that. “I’ll take $5, thanks. And the WET with the blue top, small bottle.” He preferred Wet, just seemed a little more slippery and long lasting. There were other lubes that just became sticky or dried out in the air. Once his purchased was made, he went to the door. It took his eyes about ten seconds to adjust fully from the glaring fluorescent lights out in the store to the darkness of the area behind the door. A dark, seedy Candyland awaited. The place was moderately busy, with about sixteen or so booths arranged in a small maze. There were some guys leaning against the wall near the entry door, but Lamont could see more bodies wandering around further back. The sound of porn could be heard from somewhere nearby. He decided to just walk the place first, get an idea of the layout, as well as check out the clientele before he made any decisions. He felt the eyes of the three guys near the entrance checking him out, and he gave a mental smile but ignored them. He wouldn’t have to chase anyone down, not in here. The entire place was painted black, with the only light being an ‘EXIT’ sign and small lights above the booth doors indicating if one was ‘In Use’, as well as the ambient glow on the ceiling from the tvs playing porn in the booths. Just enough to see someone’s basic features. The hallways were small, making it difficult to pass by another person without touching. The smell was familiar, and his body had a now automatic response of surging heartbeat, increased blood pressure, shallow breathing and an instantly hard dick. It was the smell of sex, exclusively male sex, an underlying scent of men, and cum mixed with basic antiseptic Lysol. Every single Adult Theater or place where multitudes of men had sex smelled exactly like this, and the scent became associated with sexual thrill, orgasm, the hunt, hard cock, grunts of pleasure, hunger, thrusting anonymously with strangers, complete abandon and fifteen other now automatic reflex thoughts and feelings. Smell was one of the most powerful human senses in terms of automatic nervous system response. Smell was what warned you a predator was near, spiking your adrenaline immediately. The smell of food spurring hunger. Rot or death indicating possible danger, disease, revulsion. Perfume or cologne signaling seduction and your guard relaxed. Every single smell in the entire world forced your body to react before your mind even translated what the smell meant. Before you knew what the world was, as a newborn infant, the smell of your mother instilled comfort and safety. Smell could trump rational observation. It was why they were taught very early on that deodorant and cologne weren’t used when you were on mission, on patrol, or out in the field. The enemy could catch the scent on the wind, and a smart enemy could determine your location. Simple human sweat could be anyone, including a fellow enemy or soldier, but created scents were very specific. You still didn’t want to get too ripe though, but dirt, sand, some leafy plant with a strong odor usually took care of the worst ripeness. Part of their field training included using scent to recon and track. Smoke from a fire, oil and metal from heavy machinery, a cigarette, food cooking. They were taught that cigarette smoking was forbidden in most situations for that very reason, and that frequent smokers had a deadened sense of smell that couldn’t pick up subtle clues that others could and that the smell of a burning cigarette traveled a very long distance. As with the guys by the entry door, Lamont felt the eyes rake over him in the dark and the focused attention sent a single message: fresh meat. He’d have to be careful. The pushy ones sometimes made it difficult for others to approach him. A slut with standards chose the daily special, rather than being chosen by them. Sometimes Lamont was direct, when he wanted to fuck. Being assertive and dominant sent a clear message who was taking care of who. Which mean the opposite behavior signaled a willingness to get fucked or suck some dick. It was always better to draw the nervous ones in with a little shyness, but repeated looks that darted away when you were caught looking indicated interest, and promoted increased assertiveness by your target. Sometimes Lamont wanted eager, desperate and hungry. But today he wanted reluctant, nervous, doubtful. He wanted the ones who were picky, and he knew he could get them. There were always two or three in places like this. Guys who hated the necessity of having to resort to anonymous sex, who hadn’t yet reconciled the feelings they got from trashy anonymous sex with the regretful thoughts of self recrimination they had for not liking vanilla sex as much. Lamont knew he could inspire desire, just by being young and in incredible shape, for men like those. His youth, at 20 years old, indicated he was relatively pristine, they’d read it as inexperienced, and if there was anything that type wanted it was a fresh, young, clean body. He’d learned sex club etiquette not long after he turned 18, but there were additional rules in Adult arcades and theaters. A direct look before entering a booth said ‘follow me in, or take the next booth for gloryhole action.’ Once in a booth, if you hadn’t checked out the person in the adjoining booth first, a quick glance through the hole would tell you the level of interest, whether you were interested yourself, and what type of action they might be looking for. Stroking your hard dick indicated you wanted your dick sucked or to fuck. Just being in a booth with a gloryhole indicated you wanted to be watched at least, and were potentially looking for action. If you wanted to provoke, all you had to do was choose a movie and start rubbing your cock through your pants. There actually were booths that were completely private if you were just there to watch Schoolgirl Vixen III take it up the ass while you beat your sad, neglected meat in a place that would get you excommunicated from your church if they knew you couldn’t even bring yourself to ejaculate on the floor and instead held a wad of paper towels you’d hastily grabbed from the bathroom to hide your shameful orgasm. After all, Jesus might watch you jack off, but flaunting your pleasure weakness by spraying your seed everywhere was stepping over the line. There were plenty of those types that frequented places like this too. They could be spotted by the avoided eye contact, nervousness and the way they made a beeline towards a booth. But cruising had it’s own unwritten rules, developed over decades of secret, hidden places that catered to the world of men who didn’t want intimacy or involvement. Even back when homosexuality was against the law there were places men could go for anonymous sex in which neither party knew who the other was, thereby avoiding exposure. Masked parties, back rooms, secret clubs, abandoned buildings, infrequently visited locations like parks at night, wharves and piers with cargo creating dark and hidden areas, truck stops and gas station bathrooms. Lamont figured a man’s sexual needs invariably drove him to find any outlet for his desire, and while a minority percentage of men were devoted to women in general, and eventually to one woman in particular, the vast majority of men just wanted to get off with anything that had a hole. They’d settle for a women to provide a family, comfort, and taking care of the home. But for them, it was only a matter of incentive and desperation to determine the degree to which they’d sink to have the primordial thrill of spilling a load of jizz from their balls into just about anyone, whether it be a whore, a mistress, a cocksucker or some random stranger they’d never meet again. In video arcades, once in a booth, not pulling your dick out, or sitting on the bench or chair meant you were the one looking to service cock. Or it could mean you were just passing time in a booth, or waiting for just the right guy. Lamont hated the ones that just sat in a booth without doing anything. It basically took two booths out of commission. If all you wanted to do was sit there, get one of the booths without gloryholes. He’d once thought maybe they just wanted to watch another guy jack off without any interest in actually having physical contact, but fuck…everyone that came to these places wouldn’t just want to have someone watch them jack off, would they? Up ahead stood someone that immediately drew Lamont’s interest. The way he was leaning against the wall, affecting a casual boredom and disinterest piqued Lamont’s curiosity. The low visibility didn’t reveal a lot except the guy’s basic build which was decent enough to be suitable for Lamont’s needs - trim waist, average but developed shoulders, just slightly smaller than Lamont. As he got closer he saw short, close cropped dark hair and a goatee, along with a very proud nose. Handsome, maybe blue collar, kind of rough looking. Somewhere between late 20’s and mid 30’s. Something about him started Lamont’s cock dripping. Damn, he had to reel this one in. He knew the play, the guy’s boredom said Lamont would have to seduce. Lamont let his eyebrows relax and opened his lips slightly as he passed him, putting out an innocent vibe. He changed his shoulders from confident to uncertain and meek, he slowed his stride. When the guy’s eyes met his, Lamont looked down. Looking down was ‘damn I was caught, I’m scared’. Looking away was sometimes dismissive and sometimes uninterested, but it always signaled confidence. Lamont wanted this one to think he was prey, so confidence was the wrong play. He waited a three count before performing a quick look as he passed. That was important, the second look. The second look said ‘I really liked what I saw.’ Lamont turned the corner and stopped. His heart was beating. He loved the game, the hunt, the chase, the uncertainty and potential. Would the guy follow? Lamont suddenly thought if the guy was following, giving in too easily would make the guy dismiss him. His intuition was something he could rely on, it had never failed him, and it was finely developed from the time he was 12 and began learning the ropes of seducing his teammates on the swim team, and some of their dads. But his proudest moment was seducing his coach when he was 16. Lamont inhaled. He could smell the scent of someone’s recent orgasm, probably from the booth at his back. Cum, that heady odor a man exuded as he was driven to shoot his seed, it all floated in the air around him. He pushed off the wall and walked slowly. He didn’t look back. If the guy was following him, it would be better if he thought Lamont didn’t know he was being followed. Hunters wanted to catch their prey, feel powerful doing it, getting a thrill from an unexpected attack. Lamont heard steps behind him. He moved aside to the row of three booths, trying to make himself small. He was a scared little baby animal, unsure of his environment, seeking safety. “‘Scuse me” a deep voice came from his left. Lamont let himself shrink further towards the wall. He pretended to be startled, flattening himself against the booth door behind him, which gave way and opened. He shot a shocked look to the man with the voice. It was his target. He darted inside and closed the door. If he was right, the booth next door would open in few seconds. Lamont reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple tokens to feed them into the machine. A porn started, some pretty blonde was getting SuperDicked by a black guy wearing a white tee shirt. She looked so small, his cock was fucking huge, stretching her pussy to the absolute limit. The scene panned out and there were four other huge black guys surrounding her. Lamont thought her pigtails were a nice touch, it made her look like she’d just turned 18 if not younger. Damn, that dude was giving it to her hard, and she was yelping. Poor little white girl, she was going to get fucked full of so much black cock. She probably wouldn’t make her Chemistry test tomorrow, so sad. She was going to get kicked off the cheerleading team! Lamont kind of hoped this was the kind of video where they fucked her full of cum, leaving her pussy dripping. But he knew the scene had just started, so he hit the ‘NEXT’ button while he waited for hot goatee guy to commit. Lamont bent over to look through the gloryholes on either side. Nothing yet on his left, where he expected goatee guy to come in. On the right was an even older guy, hard to tell, as all he saw was a decent six inch cock being stroked through the zipper fly of the guy’s jeans. Definitely straight. Straight guys loved pulling their cocks through their flys, as if exposing themselves more meant they wanted to do gay stuff. Still, the wedding ring, heavy watch, hairy arms, and large gut put the guy on Lamont’s list. Dick was dick, and clean married dick, even just six inches, was dick worth sucking. Guy probably wouldn’t fuck, Lamont knew the type. But a nice thick load of mid-life crisis and empty nest dissatisfaction would energize him for his night out later. Daddies were always so grateful. He heard the creak of the door to the booth to his left, and the latch click. He darted a quick look, noting the white tee shirt and Levi jeans matching goatee guy. Lamont immediately stood up and felt himself through his own jeans. Fuck, or get fucked? Goatee guy would decide. Lamont waited ten seconds, didn’t see the guy’s fingers come through the hole, so he bent over to take a look through the hole. Fucking Goddamn holy shit! Goatee guy had his pants pulled down to mid thigh stroking a thick eight incher. Lamont was done playing games, this was a cock prize, fucking FIRST PRIZE in the cock contest. But he didn’t lose his cool. The game was the game, the hunt was the hunt. Too forward, and the stud would bolt. He tentatively put his index finger on the rim of the hole, then pulled it back quickly. Hard to miss if Mr. BlueCollar Goatee was looking, which Lamont knew he was. Hell, Lamont could hear the lame dialogue of the porn BlueCollar Goatee was watching, and he sure as hell wasn’t watching Mrs. Bigtits tell the Plumber that her washing machine was leaking and all she wanted was to put another load in. But BlueCollar Goatee was playing the game too. Lamont watched while his stroking slowed, and he grabbed his balls and dick together, shaking it up and down. He expected Lamont to be watching, that’s what made Lamont’s heart skip a beat. Lamont felt his salivary glands release a gush of saliva. This dude had waited patiently for just the right guy to walk in, wanting someone who would appreciate the beauty of his perfect cock, his big hanging balls. Well, BlueCollar Goatee had hooked the right fish with his bait because Lamont knew exactly what this guy needed. And at that moment, Lamont knew if the guy wanted it raw, he would have it. His intuition was thrumming. There was a thrilling confidence, almost arrogance to this guy that Lamont loved. This one loved to fuck, loved his own dick and wanted to push it inside someone worthy. This was a guy who chose who he had sex with carefully, who didn’t just fuck any hole he could get, and Lamont knew he could get any hole he wanted in this place. He dripped masculinity and aloof confidence. Lamont knelt down in front of the glory hole and hooked his finger, keeping it there this time. He put his face close, so the guy knew what he was getting, a mouth, available, waiting and willing. And he knew which mouth it was, he’d seen Lamont dart inside the booth. There was only one reason BlueCollar Goatee was doing his dance. It was a message: show me you want it, because all eight inches wants you. The guy kept stroking slowly, obviously enjoying the tease. He squeezed towards the tip, producing a clear drop of pre cum before pointing his dick toward the hole. Lamont stared watching the thick fluid gather then start to descend, dripping in slow motion. He did the only thing he could, he opened his mouth and put his tongue out. BlueCollar stepped closer and wiped the head of his cock across Lamont’s tongue. Lamont was beyond the game now as his tongue retracted to savor the salty flavor of this magnificent man. Fuck, his fluid tasted unbelievable. He was lost now, succumbed to the wanting, the desire. The game was over. BlueCollar was going to sink his dick into his waiting mouth. His eyes barely saw through the top of the hole, but the hunger had a hold of him and the tease had him tunneled, everything in his focus was this man’s naked hips, his hairy wild bush, his thick rigid dick and the turgid penis grasped tightly in a masculine fist. The presence of tiny black hairs on the knuckles of BlueCollar’s hand sent Lamont into a spiral of lust. This was a man, a tough fucker who knew the value of what he held. He considered his cock as a trophy to be acquired, something for a winner, an achiever. Lamont knew that every cock he lusted after was on this pedestal, and BlueCollar loved the game, the hunt, just like he did, which only heightened Lamont’s lust. This was a competitor, and the challenge demanded he make the interaction as competitive as he could. So Lamont did the unexpected. He stood up and pushed his own impressive dick through the hole…because BlueCollar was being a tease, and this was the moment that would determine how their meeting happened. If BlueCollar was going to hold back, Lamont would press. Oh, he understood the value, the allure, the seduction of holding back, but it was time to engage, to breach… either BlueCollar wanted direct engagement or he wanted more. Lamont had decided a dick was penetrating one person or the other. And a young 20 year old iron-hard 7 inch curved cock would force BlueCollar Goatee to decide what he wanted more… hot young innocent mouth or hard dick. Lamont was ready for either but his preference was to be the one taking BlueCollar’s cock. He felt a hand stroke his cock, a good sign. BlueCollar wasn’t afraid to touch a dick. The stroking was… amateurish… perfunctory. Definitely a ‘not interested in that but still willing to play’ message. Lamont withdrew to find BlueCollar pushing his cock in almost right beside his. Fuck, here it was. Lamont dropped into a squat, pushing his mouth onto the hard dripping cock in front of him. He swallowed it half way, not wanting to send the message that he was experienced…yet. He let out a deliberate choke, gagging. “Fuck, you better suck that dick, boy. That’s what you wanted.” He heard BlueCollar say from the other side of the wall,. Lamont did another dive, as if he was eager to please, and choked again. “Yeah, choke on that cock. Go deeper, faggot.” Fuck…Lamont had hit the jackpot. A dominant, abusive straight dude in denial. Right off the bat he hooked a dude who was just waiting for some faggot hole to force his dick into. If there was any God looking out for him, this BlueCollar Goatee would fuck his raw dick violently up his ass as deep as he could force it and spew a healthy load of baby batter guts deep into Lamont’s willing and receptive fuckhole. In the age of AIDS, a raw fuck and ropes of straight cum were rare commodities. It almost never happened. Lamont’s intuition told him this was a guy who was either between girlfriends, or had decided fags would take his cum when women demanded a condom. The sexual world for straights had changed just as drastically after the mid 80’s when they figured out AIDS wasn’t just a gay disease. Now everyone was scared. Everyone was putting on condoms. Fucking dental dams were being used just for cunnilingus. Porn was changing, cumshots were never internal or near an opening. AIDS had changed everything. The throat slime was all over Lamont’s chin, and he had to back off the huge cock to take a breath. He looked over his shoulder and saw that six inch cock shoved through the hole. Guess that guy was watching the action after all. That was the benefit of being the middle booth in the glory hold triplet. What the fuck, why not. He stood up and went to suck old dude’s dick, bending over. BlueCollar could wait. He was hooked. Might be good for him to sit in frustration. Lamont didn’t play any games with six incher…he swallowed that whole, all the way down. It wasn’t too thick or unmanageable. Nice size. A mouthful. He knew his ass was facing BlueCollar’s gloryhole, deliberately. BlueCollar would have to make a decision. His cocksucker was otherwise occupied…what would he do? Oh, how unfortunate, there was only the untouched butthole of a 20 year old inexperienced youngster right here … what should I do? BlueCollar did what every hormone laden hardon encumbered male would do. He spit on his cock and pushed. Lamont was penetrated at both ends, the booth perfectly dimensioned for him to press his ass to the hole behind him and at his head. Fuck yeah. He had a moment of pure bliss. Cocks at both ends, and his favorite one in his ass, another in his mouth. If they came at the same time, in his holes, he’d cum without touching himself. He knew BlueCollar didn’t put on a condom, which frightened him and thrilled him at the same time. Fuck, what was he doing? The guy was a stranger. He couldn’t stop himself, even so. He knew if BlueCollar wanted to fuck his jizz deep in his ass he wouldn’t stop. He wanted that guy’s cum, he wanted it deep up his ass. Fuck, old guy in his mouth was welcome to shoot too. Old married guys who were gut-laden, wife and three kids, cock through his fly…he got relief maybe a couple times a year if he was lucky. Lamont would gladly swallow every swimmer the guy pumped out. BlueCollar was pumping head to balls when the older guy unloaded with a series of grunts into Lamonts mouth. It was sweet and thick, every successive volley heavier and more voluminous until Lamont’s mouth was filled with cum. Damn, the guy must have been saving that up for a while. Spit or swallow? Reason prevailed, and Lamont spit the wad of jizz out onto the floor. The fantasy was fine to entertain, actually sucking down a stranger’s load was something else entirely. As disappointing as it was, Lamont had to be careful. But the thick thrusting cock stretching his asshole was sending him into a state of abandon. It had been too long since he’d felt a raw dick up his ass. 8 months to be exact. He knew he was playing with fire and the danger element contributed to his heady, heightened arousal. BlueCollar was bouncing against the plywood wall of the booth, thrusting hard, not caring about the damage he might be doing to the young pliant hole on the other side. Fuck, BlueCollar was so deep. Lamont kept still, pressing his ass back against the hole, mentally willing the man to lose control and shoot. He could hit the bathroom after and expel the man’s seed, he told himself. That would reduce the risk, right? Yeah, that would be fine, no different than spitting a load out from his mouth. Lamont had always loved that place in between, the thrilling indecision where what your mind wanted disagreed with what your conscience told you should be done. It was the choice, the potential for complete satisfaction that remained just out of reach. It was leaving the decision to the very last minute, would BlueCollar pull out or would he seek to force his cum deep inside Lamont? Would Lamont even know the moment it was happening or would BlueCollar ejaculate silently without providing a clue? Had the man already cum and was he just fucking his deposited load into a frothy foam now? Lamont realized then that he didn’t care. The man was sexy, hot, virile and being inseminated by him was what Lamont craved. Fuck, he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t resist his basic nature. The game he played with himself was the most fun, how he told himself he wouldn’t be a complete whore when the real him understood he had no true control and that he would always take the risk. No, he’d say, not this time. This time I’ll be careful, I won’t do what I did before. But then he’d do it anyway because caution, safety, protection were just not ultimately satisfying. Most of the time in this day and age, the top made the decision for him, putting on a rubber before fucking, which did sooth Lamont and he did honestly love the rest of the sex, the kissing, the sweaty bodies, the grunting and feeling of a full, stretched ass, of being dominated and submitting himself to a man. All of that was wonderful and satisfying. Very few interactions resulted in what Lamont would term ‘bad sex’. However, raw, risky dangerous sex was in a whole different universe, whether it be a risky public location that could result in being caught, a person who was supposed to be untouchable because of their position like his swim coach, or having unsafe sex without a condom. Sometimes he thought there must be something wrong with him that he loved it as much as he did. Why couldn’t he like plain, straightforward vanilla sex as much as he loved the other kind? Why was something illicit and forbidden such a thrill? But those were questions for him to ponder AFTER he committed the act, not while the most incredible dick he’d had in a long time was fucking him so good he didn’t even care that another dick had come through the hole in front of his face. Not a bad dick, but he hadn’t had the opportunity to see the guy attached so he wasn’t going to touch it. He was a slut with standards, and the new dick didn’t meet his standards. Lamont raised his left leg to put it on the bench in the booth, giving his ass a better spread and allowing him to feel BlueCollar’s awesome cock in a different way. Fuuuuuuccck, the dude knew how to use that cock, deep long strokes that alternated between brutal and deep, to slow and shallow thrusts. He’d been at it for more than five minutes and Lamont knew the guy was holding off, determined to enjoy the young 20 year old hole as long as he could. Quality recognized quality, and BlueCollar probably understood something like this young hole didn’t come along but rarely. BlueCollar paused in his thrusts, and Lamont knew the moment was near, he was trying to keep from shooting. This was the moment, the time for a decision. He could pull off, let BlueCollar shoot all over his ass, feel the warm, sticky liquid spurt over the sensitive skin and drip down. He knew he’d already made his decision the moment he saw the guy’s cock through the hole, he wouldn’t pull off. Besides, he told himself, untold amounts of precum had already been fucked deep inside him, who knew how much was already pooled in his guts, so what was the harm in more? A simple rationalization that he might regret later, but regret had no place in the present. Regret was a future thought that considered the past, always, restricted by its own rules of operation. Now that the choice was reconciled, Lamont’s bloodstream was flooded with all the adrenaline, serotonin and endorphins his nervous system needed to send his head into a maelstrom of sexual pleasure that rivaled an orgasm. Lamonts balls were fully retracted, his dick as hard as he’d ever felt it, dripping with its own surging young pre-cum. He started moving his ass up and down on the dick, fucking himself back onto the shaft. BlueCollar began shoving even more violently and they met in a perfect rhythm of synchronized lust. BlueCollar had made his own decision, just as Lamont had done on numerous similar occasions, the decision to inject his hot load inside the hole beneath him regardless of consequences. It was the ultimate feeling of sexual release when a top and a bottom agreed on how it all would end, when they merged as a single rutting beast with one goal: FUCK to IMPREGNATE. Lamont let out an involuntary moan, he wanted it so bad that he’d lost all sense of his surroundings. His brain was fully focused on the cock in his ass, the vision of this rough, sexy man’s muscular ass propelling his thick hairy cock into Lamont’s willing asshole, pounding against the booth walls and sending the unmistakable sounds of violent sexual release out into the rest of the arcade which were more apparent now that both of their video tokens had run out of time. In an instant, Lamont felt the wall behind him shake, the cock inside him stop and spasm, the motions of the man behind the wall became erratic, breaking the rhythm. Lamont closed his eyes and pressed fully against the wall. He was being inseminated, milky white sperm shooting out deep inside his guts in ever increasing jerks of the hyper masculine fuckpole so beautifully designed by genetics and nature to commit this very act inside a warm bodily cavity. Lamont never felt so rewarded or complete as when his hole achieved this purpose of bringing another man to orgasm, as if he’d fulfilled his purpose, that he’d done everything right and giving release to a man filled an emptiness inside him. When he bottomed it was almost completely about allowing the man to use him fully, he almost didn’t even care about his own dick, or shooting his own load. He knew how it felt to cum inside another man’s ass, to fill them with his seed, to give them that potent genetic fluid meant to pass along a part of himself to a worthy partner. It was as if a part of him would then live inside them for the rest of their lives. It was a form of procreation, inseminating another, and it didn’t matter if it resulted in pregnancy. Some form of his genetic material would fertilize the membranes it found. Sperm had an infallible directive - wriggle inside and disintegrate to disperse your payload for absorption. It was this that he wanted from certain men, from specific cocks. He wanted part of their attractive masculinity to be implanted in him, just as he wanted his to mix with specific other men. And he knew he would feel all the best attributes of BlueCollar merge with him making him a stronger, more capable man. BlueCollar had slowed his thrusts, almost completely stopping in motion, before pulling his cock out of Lamont’s ass. Lamont hurriedly turned and looked through the hole. He wanted one last look. Fuck, that was a beautiful cock, something about the dark hairy busy framed its now shiny length perfectly. BlueCollar was in the process of using a papertowel to wipe it clean before pulling up his boxers and jeans quickly. He seemed in a rush, a feeling Lamont knew all too well. The act was completed, it was necessary but now that it was finished the urge to leave trumped everything else. A quick check of the hands on each of BlueCollar’s pockets, probably to assure himself that nothing had fallen out, like his keys, money, or wallet, before he unlatched the door and left. Lamont liked his style. No thank you, no words exchanged, no final look. In fact, every action indicated that Lamont no longer existed. That comforted him, another indication that BlueCollar had resorted to this for one purpose, to get off and nothing more. Lamont searched himself for any sign of disappointment, regret or fault for what he’d done, and found nothing except the desire to allow that man to do the same thing again. He ran a couple fingers over his freshly fucked hole and played with the sticky reminder of his conquest. Fuck, if he didn’t have another dick his entire weekend he’d still be satisfied. A fuck like he’d just taken was going to make it difficult to enjoy any other men for weeks, he knew. He realized he was done here. He had no desire to troll around to find what was likely to be disappointing after that, but he’d keep the rest of the tokens because he also realized he’d probably return here at some point over the next couple days. He also needed to get a couple hours sleep before going out tonight. The hunt at a gay bar was a different kind of game involving flirting, tease, projecting a persona to bait interest. Along with that came the ability to completely relax among others of his kind without looking over his shoulder at who might be watching. Lamont imagined the disappointment in the men positioned along the halls of the arcade as he walked out the exit.

Had plans arranged last night for a threesome. Me, the friend who always tops me, and a sexy younger bottom who we were going to share. Alas the bottom backed out part-way through the day, so we reverted to our usual M.O. - my friend would pump 2 or 3 loads into me before sucking me off and swallowing mine. I was just about to leave the office for his place when he messaged to say that he had been called to a highway project where a fellow engineer hadn't shown up for work. It was an hour and a half in the wrong direction, so there went my plans! So what to do? The obvious choice was the only one on my mind: bookstore! I drove to one that wasn't too far from home, paid my entrance fee and went into the booth area. This place is different from the last one I went to: there is no public room, just row after row of booths, a lot of them with glory holes. There were not many booths in use, mostly guys milling around, so I took my chance. I went into a booth with a glory hole, started the video and waited, my little brown bottle making regular trips to my nose while I did. The booth on the other side of the glory hole had a door with a very distinctive creak when it moved, so it was easy to tell when someone was entering. It didn't take long before I heard it. Like Pavlov's dog, I took another huff, placed my fingers in the glory hole to indicate I was sucking, then got on my knees and placed by mouth at the opening. I didn't have long to wait. My lips were soon wrapped around a cock of average size and I went to town, sucking and slobbering. But then he pulled back! He must have been close to cumming, because he zipped up and left the booth. I flipped through the videos and found a good bareback one while I waited. After about 10 minutes the door creaked again. I watched through the hole as the new guy stood and stroked a while with the door open. My fingers and open mouth indicated I was there to be used, and once he got hard he shoved a meaty 7-incher through the hole and down my throat. My head was swimming from the poppers as I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking and licking and drooling on the floor while I worked that beautiful piece of meat. Through the fog I did notice, however, that someone kept opening the door to the booth I was in. I could only imagine the sight of a business guy in his work clothes, on his knees and servicing a stranger's cock. After a few minutes I was rewarded. I heard his breathing quicken and then he grunted as the slightly sweet, slightly salty taste of his cum coated my tongue. I swallowed greedily. No sooner had he zipped up and left than someone else entered the booth - the guy who had checked me out, perhaps? He didn't need much prep, just unzipped and took out his hard cock and then pressed it through the hole. I worked it like the dutiful slut that I am, and soon he too was coating my tongue. There was a lull after that. I heard the hinge next door creak a couple of times but any time I looked there was no one in there. So eventually I stopped the video and left the booth to wander around a bit. There were only two or three guys and they all stood in corners checking their phones. But after walking around a bit longer I noticed that a few more guys had arrived, and no one seemed to be going into the booths. So I went back to the one I had been using to try my luck one more time. I had fifteen minutes before I had to leave. I restarted the movie and waited. Sure enough, I heard the door creak, then the latch click and the lock engage. Another huff and I was on my knees, open mouth waiting at the hole. I stayed there for what seemed like a few minutes, but nothing happened. Peeping through I saw that he was facing the screen and stroking a nice-sized uncut hog. Was he bogarting the booth to be a dick and keep me from getting any more cock? I needn't have worried. As I watched he turned toward the hole. I quickly got my mouth back into position and as soon as I did he shoved it in. I worked the tip with my tongue while I worked my head back and forth. The drool poured from my mouth and onto the floor as I took him as deep as I could (without breaking my nose, of course). Before long his cock began pulsing against my lips and I tasted his cum. Once again I swallowed like a good cum dump. Satisfied, he zipped up and left. I hung around for a few more minutes to see if anyone else might enter in the little time I had left, but that was it for the evening. I left the video playing in the booth so maybe someone could pick up where I left off, and headed out into the cooling night. Four cocks, three loads in just over an hour - not bad. Next time maybe I'll see how they react to a clean, lubed asshole waiting at the glory hole instead!

Part 2: Between Meetings, First Time as a Cum Dump The daddy I had met went dark after our meeting. I hoped he was just busy and hadn't lost interest because of my performance. I continued looking for men online to satisfy my need for cock. My meeting with daddy had been after school on monday. On Tuesday I met two guys, one at 3:30 and one at 4:30. They were just there for head. I sucked them off in their cars and they left as soon as I swallowed their loads. Met a different older daddy on Wednesday. He was a bit out of shape and had a 6 inch cock. I could feel his belly resting on my ass while he fucked me from behind. He came in my ass and remember enjoying the squishy feeling in my underwear on the ride back. Thursday was another car blowjob. I would of been disappointed, but his load was huge. Something special happened that night. My mom told me she would be busy until 10pm the next day and asked me if I could get a ride from one of my friends. I said it wouldn't be problem and that I'd manage. I rushed to my computer and messaged a guy I'd been talking to for a while. "Pick me up tomorrow at 3:30." There wasn't anything special about him, he couldn't even host. But he had said he'd be willing to get a room at a cheap motel and I had my own plans for that room. I made a few posts and messaged a few guys. Each post read the same: Motel Cumdump Skinny smooth twink, face down ass up, taking dick tomorrow from 4 to 9pm. Looking for quick anon pump and dumps. Bareback preferred, otherwise bring your own condoms. I brought my laptop to school the next day and rushed to the meeting spot as soon as I was out. The guy picked me up and brought me to the room. We got there around 3:30. He had me naked on all fours almost immediately. We skipped the foreplay and quickly lubed up his bare cock and pushed inside. I was surprised by how hard he was fucking me. Everything else about him was average. He didn't last long tho, after 10 minutes of pretty good fucking he pulled back on hips and pushed deep. He let out a few grunts and moans. He paused for a moment then pulled his dick out. Some cum leaked out when he withdrew and felt it running down my crack. I scooped it out with two fingers and licked a big glob of cum off them. Then I turned around and licked his cum covered dick clean. He left around 4 and I booted up my laptop to find the next guy. I had about 30 messages from the prior day. So I sent each an identical reply "ready now, room 231, door is open." I hit send and used a roll of tape from my backpack to keep the door from latching while still allowing it to fully shut. I staged some lube bottles on the nightstand and climbed onto bed. I wad completely naked and on my knees with my ass in the air facing the door. My face was buried in a pillow that I had my hands tucked under. The wait felt like forever but eventually I heard the door handle jiggle. I kept my face buried when the man entered. He walked over and I heard him undo his belt. He put his cock between my butt cheeks and ground back and fourth a few times before grabbing his cock smacking it against my hole. I heard him open a bottle and take sniff. He pulled back on my hips while pushing his cock forward. He was quite large and I let out a whimper as he pushed inside. He paused for minute while I opened up for his girth. He stated slowly fucking me and tossed the bottle down next to me and said to take a hit. I hadn't tried before but I held the bottle to my nose and took a deep breath. The sudden rush made me light headed and my heart started beating faster. He stated fucking harder and said "thought that might help loosen you up." He spent the next few minutes picking up pace. I took a hit from the black bottle every few minutes. He suddenly started grunting and knew I was getting my second load. After he left I was alone for a bit. I stayed in the same position to keep as much cum in me as possible. I slid my laptop over and saw 5 new messages. I replied again, "ready now, room 231, door is open." As I hit send i heard the door open again. I heard him take his cloths off by the door and walk over. I heard the lube bottle click and the squish of him rubbing it on his cock. He slid his finger into my ass while he herded off to get himself hard. I was disappointed when I heard him open a condom wrapper but his cock still felt pretty good. After he came he asked where the trash was. I said I'd take care of it and reached back to take the used condom. After he left I poured the contents of the condom in a small glass. I had to wait a while for the next guy to show. But when he arrived he went straight to work pumping my ass with his big raw cock. I quickly picked up the cum glass and took the contents into my mouth and held it there. Every few minutes I took a hit from the bottle, holding the cum in my mouth the whole time. While he was fucking me the door opened and another guy stepped in. The first guy kept plowing my hole for a minute or two before I felt him spasm. He slowed a bit and moaned "oh yeah, take that cum deep boy." My third raw load of the night. When he pulled out the other guy was already ready and immediately took his place. I was disappointed he was wearing a condom. After he came I spit the cum from my mouth back into the glass and reached back to take the second used condom from him. When he left I poured the contents into the glass to mix the two loads. Another guy showed up and fucked with a condom. Like before I filled my mouth with the contents of the glass and held there while he fucked me only to spit it back and add a third load to the glass. There was now more than one mouthful of spit and cum in the glass. It was getting late and I was worried I'd only get one or two more guys. Suddenly, the door opened and four guys walked in together. The first got behind me and said "my friends and I have been waiting all night, we love a sloppy hole." He pushed his cock into my creamy hole and I filled my mouth with my cum cocktail. He fucked me fast, aware that my time was almost up and that I still had three more cocks to take after his. Soon enough he had filled me with my fourth load, another cock took his place. The first guy moved around to my face.. I instctivly gulped down the massive load Id been holding in my mouth and began to lick the cum from my ass off his cock. When I finished he moved away to watch the second guy finish. I took my glass and emptied the remaining cum to my mouth. After a few more minutes the the second guy moaned and pushed deep, giving my ass its fifth load. I swallowed again and started to lick the cum off the second guys cock. . The first guy reached over and took the empty glass. He held it under my hole and told me to push. I did and felt all the cum I had taken that fill the cup. I continued to focuss on cleaning the second guys cock when guy theee pushed his cock into my hole. When the second guys cock was clean he stepped back with the others. The first guy handed me the cup witch now had two mouthfuls of cum from the five guys who had creampied me. I filled my mouth again. After and the third guy creamed he moved around to get his cock cleaned. The fourth and final guy began to fuck me. I swallowed another mouthful and started to lick the cum of the next cock. When the cock was clean I emptied the rest of glass into my mouth. Before he came the forth guy pulled out and came around to my front. I swallowed and felt the first guy push back into my ass. The guy in mouth said "now you're gonna take two loads at the same time" I sucked as well as I could while the other guy pounded my ass. After a few minutes the guy fucking my moaned that he was gonna cum. Both guys pushed deep and I could feel the cum pumping in both ends. I dressed and packed my suff. The guy who paid for the room was waiting outside to drive me home. I gave him a blowjob on the ride home. I kept going when we stopped in front of my house. And after a few minutes I slurped up my last load of the night. I was disappointed that it was the weekend. My mom didn't work weekends so I couldn't easily slip out to binge on cocks and cum. But I was still excited to go online and set up next weeks meetings. I got extra excited when I opened my computer and saw a message from the daddy I had met on Monday. He said he wanted to meet again the comming Monday. To be continued...

Before I put out the next chapter, just for a bit of fun and to involve the readers of this story, if you think that Bill's friend Ronald should have the following tattoo then give this image a ''piggy'' reaction;

Knowing there is a load in there is super horny. The squelching noise cumming from the ass makes my cock rock, then add my poz com to the mix.

9 Punishment and reward Brad, who had fallen asleep after playing with his ass because his master hadn't come anymore, woke up. He had woken up sober and for the first time since he was in the room, he wasn't upset with his thoughts. Because of the rest he had received yesterday, a kind of acceptance had come over him and a need for it. Acceptance of his situation that he could not change it anyway, he began to feel affection for his master, in need of chems because he had already become addicted to the intoxication and its exciting effect. The thoughts of His body had become accustomed to the use and began to long for it. His thoughts were no longer the things of his past life but they consisted of almost complete sex and especially extreme sex with men. He was still enjoying himself in his bed and was pulling on his stiff morning erection. His other hand went to his cunt and he no longer felt a tense sphincter but a slightly gaping hole. His finger slid in on its own and he started fingering himself while playing with his cock. He withdrew his hand and thought that he had to get ready for should the master come along. He got up and stepped to the place where he had to rinse himself, he also refreshed himself for a moment and when he was done he went back to the bed. Just as he took a seat on the bed, Jack came in. Brad got a warm feeling about himself at the sight of Jack. Get on your knees and put your head down and don't look at me slut jack said in a commanding tone, from now on when I get into the room I want you to greet me like that. Brad was shocked by Jack's hard way of talking and did what was asked of him without hesitation. Jack took some wristbands, ankle straps and a blindfold. He put the wrist and ankle straps on his slut and put the blindfold on him. Brad had to stand up again and Jack saw that this had to excite Brad because he saw that he had a stiff pole. What do we have here slut, are you excited ? Inside Jack was happy with what he saw, it meant that Brad had changed and that his work had paid off but he couldn't let Brad know. This can't be slut, you're not here for your own pleasure, you're here just for my pleasure, Brad had to know his place and that place was not at the top of the chain but at the bottom. He pulled Brad's hair and asked him if he had in the time he had been everything. Brad who was shocked by what happened and by the harshness with which he was treated again lied and said no master I have not sprayed any seed yet. You're lying slut said Jack, I know you've been jerking that you've cum and you've been licking your own seed. Brad tried again to say he hadn't done it and Jack patted him on the back of his head. Do you think I'm retarded or something. He took some chains and attached the wristbands to them. The feeling of fear and fright took over to Brad and he hoped that he was just fastened to scare. For a moment it was quiet in the room, Jack looked with a smile on his face at the terrified Brad who did not know what was going to happen. Brad heard footsteps it was Jack who walked up to the wall to take some attributes again. He came back to Brad and without saying anything he placed some squeezers on Brad's tiles, he was startled and curled his toes from the pain. Then Jack took only squeezers and placed them all over Brad's body. The last 3 he placed on the back limp dick and sack of his slut who couldn't hold it anymore and started moaning from the pain signals his body was giving him. Silence said Jack, this is the punishment you get for lying and for playing with your pole without permission. Jack took a seat behind Brad and started hitting his slut's body with his whip. With each stroke Brad gave moaning sounds coming from the mouth of Brad's toes curled he curled in pain and he tried to bite the pain but the pain signals came from all sides of his body. Jack enjoyed this and went one step further. He stopped flogging for a moment and took the chains and hoisted them a little higher so that Brad could only stand on his toes and had trouble standing in one place. Jack took the whip back and now came to stand in front of Brad. He tapped quietly against one of the squeezers and Brad felt the squeezer start to slide over his skin and come loose. Unloading the squeezer was not a nice feeling, it was a painfully acute feeling that Brad got and he danced on his toes from the pain and wept loudly. Silence slut accepts your punishment. Brad tried to say sorry but there went the next squeezer and again he got a shot of pain. Jack took a step back. Do you know why you are being punished, he asked Brad. Brad was still bewildering the pain said as soon as he could yes, yes. Jack shook his head and now hit one of the squeezers with the whip so that it also came loose. This hurt even more and Brad let out a loud scream. Even though his mind was busy processing the pain shoots, he knew that he had answered wrongly. His thinking pattern had already changed and he said again as soon as he could yes master, I know why. The next battle followed and this time some pinchers fell off. Well so slut, you start to learn to always speak with two words to your master and creator. Sorry master, I won't do it again Brad exclaimed and in the meantime a few more blows followed. With each stroke, Brad howled and struggled to stay on his toes. Now only the squeezers remained on his nipples, she flaccid dick and sack. I hope you learned your lesson he said to Brad and hit the 3 squeezers of his dick and sack in 1 time. Brad screamed in pain. Jack put the whip away and stood next to Brad and whispered in his ear. What you have undergone now is nothing compared to what I can do to you. But I'vealready had to help you so that you can't play this with yourselfanymore because you can't control yourself. He went back to the wall and took a cock cage. Brad felt Jack touch his flaccid dick and felt something cold being put around it he heard a click of a lock. Jack took off Brad's blindfold, he squeezed his eyes in front of the bright light and he wanted to look down but that didn't work because Jack was holding his head. From now on I decide when to play with your dick, understood. Brad nodded and shei Yes sir. Jack pulled the squeezers on Brad's nipples and said I hope so, at that moment the squeezers unloaded and Brad moaned loudly. He pushed his thumbs on the nipples and the pain Brad was experiencing quickly ebbed away. Jack took hold of Brad's head and stuck his tongue in Brad's mouth who answered the kiss with his tongue. For a moment Jack kissed Brad and when he interrupted the kiss he spat in the face of his slut. He unloaded the chains Brad was able to stand on his feet again but he was equally exhausted by the blows he had received and sank through his legs and fell to his knees. Well so slut he said to Brad, get right on your knees without asking. Jack came to stand in front of Brad who was still catching his breath, drinking slut. Brad opened his mouth and Jack stuck his flaccid dick in the mouth of his slut and started emptying his bladder. Brad who was still sober let it all happen because he was still exhausted from the blows he was getting and tried to swallow everything. The piss filled his entire mouth and a few drops fell to the ground. When Jack finished and pulled his pole out of Brad's mouth he saw that there were a few drops on the ground he pushed Brad's face into it. You know you can't let anything go to waste from me and Brad stuck out his tongue and licked the drops off the ground. Brad came back up and longed for a boost of chems, his body longing for a daze. Make your master hard said Jack and if you do your best you can get a reward. Brad opened his mouth and wanted to place his hands on Jack's body to find some support but he got a chat to his head. Without using your hands slut said Jack. Brad opened his mouth again and took his master's half hard pole into his mouth and started sucking hard. Jack shook his head and pulled brad's hair and pulled his pole back. Did I tell you I want it hard. You may learn how to spoil a man's cock. A real whore starts quietly and spoils a cock because he likes to do it, you act like you want to get rid of it quickly. Start over. Brad nodded and said sorry master. You shouldn't say sorry slut you have to do it right. What else should I do with you if you can't even suck a dick properly. He opened his mouth and with his tongue he licked around his master's glans. He had to do well because his master's flaccid dick moved up and down through his lick and began to swell. He kissed and licked Jack's big thick mushroom and gently sucked it in. Good slut that's already much better said Jack. Brad quietly sucked at the top of his master's pole and worked it in little by little more until he was all the way in his's mouth. He felt Jack's dick getting harder and harder and filling his mouth more. The feeling of having a piss-smelling cock in his mouth made Brad horny and he felt that his cock wanted to get hard but that it didn't work out. He still hadn't seen what his master had done when he was blindfolded. He sucked and licked Jack's thick hard cock more and more intensely. Jack pulled his slut's hair and told him to learn to watch the man he sucked on his cock. Brad sucked on and now looked at his master. Jack shook his head and said slut you have 1 more chance or you'll get another lesson from me. You have to look like a slut enjoying himself, you have to look like a hungry whore who wants to suck the seed out of that cock and not like a scared or disinterested dick. Brad understood what his master was telling him to do and looked at his master as if he was licking a lollipop and enjoying the taste the lollipop gave him. That's already better, but you still have a lot to learn. Brad tasted his master's precum and he went into ecstasy, his eyes became smaller and began to turn slightly and for the first time Jack saw a sober slut look at Brad. Well so slut that is I wanted to see. Enjoy your master's fat pole. Jack grabbed Brad's head and pushed his pole deep into his throat. Brad was already able to suppress his gag reflex well and his throat became more and more accustomed to being fucked deep throat. Hmm this is the slut take your master's full pole inside. Jack started thrusting into the mouth of his slut and wanted to discharge his seed but stopped because he didn't think he deserved it yet. He withdrew his stiff drool-lined cock from his slut's mouth and went to the table where the chems were. Brad stayed on his knees and looked for the first time at his dick which was now trapped in a steel cage. He wanted to pull it but he knew if he did he would be punished again. Jack came back with a small mirror with 2 fat lines on it. Brad looked Jack in his eyes, those 2 lines were new to him, he was already used to smoking Tina or getting horny from a burning sensation in his cunt or getting a squirt. Here slut, daddy has for you your special vitamin K. You may soon pinch one nostril and sniff a line with your other slut and then you do the same with your other nostril. Dare to blow it away and you will pay for it. Brad's body calmed down at the thought of getting another shot of chems right away and he couldn't wait to work the line into his nose. He placed his index finger against his nostriland pushed it shut and like a pro he sniffed the first line inside. I see that you exactly need a new fix slut, so greedily sniffing that first line. Brad enjoyed the feeling of calm feeling he got from the line that had just disappeared into his nose. He now pinched his other nose and sniffed the other fat line. He came back to sit up, Jack grinning at the sight of Brad's face. Oh slut, you're a real drug whore. Clean your nose because it is full of white powder. Brad rubbed his hands over his nose and at that moment hitand into the chems. He started to float and his body felt like rubber. Jack straightened him up and Brad really struggled to get his body under control. How he had gotten that he could hardly control his own body anymore. Jack put him in the sling and fastened his arms and legs. He took a chair and the special lube and a jar of grease. Brad had trouble moving, he started drooling and his body felt numb. He saw Jack take a seat on the chair and he felt Jack push his fingers into his cunt. He felt the burning sensation rise again and he began to moan. Jack waited a moment and once pulled on Brad's trapped dick and hit his balls a few times. Brad barely reacted and Jack saw that his slut was flying wellw as. Jack grinned, ready for your first steedebutt slut. Brad mumbled something unintelligible, he enjoyed the warm feeling he got and begged his cunt to be filled. The empty feeling in his hole was short-lived as it felt a thick dildo push against his sphincter and slide in. Jack pushed the dildo all the way into Brad's cunt. That goes very smoothly Slut I'm proud of you. He took the thick dildo he had placed on the fucking machine and pushed it against Brad's sphincter. The sphincter was already fairly open and with a little effort the dildo slid in nicely. Brad who was still drooling was droolingviolently, the greasy dildo stretched his hole all the way open. Jack started fucking his slut with the dildo and pushed him deeper and deeper until he was on the two rings and couldn't go any further. I will open that second ring with my fist slut don't worry said Jack and Brad who was completely in trance. After Jack had fucked Brad's cunt with the dildo for a moment he took him out of the meanwhile gaping hole. He took the jar of fat and took a quantityof egg in his hands, he smeared it over and into the hole and worked 4 fingers inside and made twisting movements with his hands. Brad was still flying heavily but the heaviest effect of the chems was diminishing. He still had no control over his body but could already think a little more clearly and had stopped drooling. He groaned at the feel of the four fingers stretching open his hole. Jack now took turns pushing his hand inside the gaping hole, only pushing his thumb in with him was not yet possible. He took some more fat and pushed his hand in again and turned around in Brad's cunt and placed his other hand and pushed it in as well. Brad felt that his cunt was full and his sphincter at his maximum and started moaning. We're not going to stop slut yet, you're almost there. He took a bottle of poppers, poured some on a cloth, put it in a gas mask and placed the mask on Brad's head. Brad couldn't help but sniff the aroma, Brad started flying and moaning more violently again. Jack felt that his closingmuscle was relaxing again and took some more fat and pushed his hand inside. He felt he was almost there and with his other hand he pulled on the sphincter to make some more room and then it happened. The pinch of the thumb was over the sphincter, disappeared into Brad's lair and sothe rest of the hand went in. Jack was now up to his wrist in Brad's cunt, Brad moaned heavily because with each breath he sniffed a new load of poppers and was completely tripping. Jack made a fist in Brad's cunt and spun around in it. He withdrew his hand a bit and felt that he was back on the sphincter. He pulled and pushed every time until he was back at that point. Brad didn't know what he was feeling, in his mind his cunt was central and it had to be filled. But his cunt was already filled but he wanted more, he wanted deeper, he wanted it harder. He felt perfect with his master's fist in his cunt but it wasn't enough. Jack withdrew his hand from Brad's cunt and took off the mask. The chems were almost finished and Brad needed another trip. He took the pipe filled it with crystals and took a lighter. He loosened Brad's arms and gave him the pipe and lighter. I want you to blow clouds slut. Brad nodded and melted the crystals in the pipe and inhaled the white smoke. He held it in as long as he could and the moment he blew out Jack pushed his fist back inside Brad. Brad called out loudly fill me master, fill my hole with everything you have. The fist went in much smoother and Jack wanted to get through the two rings. He pushed on until he reached the second ring and stroked it with his fingers. Meanwhile, Brad continued to blow big white clouds. Jack felt his slut's hole getting hot again and felt the tension on the two muscles slacken. Jack gently pushed his fingers through the opening and Brad began to moan more violently again and called for more. Jack withdrew his fist and now also loosened Brad's legs and helped him out of the sling and threw him on the bed. Sit on all four slut Brad who was flying back did what was asked of him. Brad stepped back to the table of the chems and took a bottle and threw it on the bed. Drinking slut it will do you good. The bottle was provided with a good dose of G and Brad drank it eagerly. Jack came back behind Brad and he smeared his fist and his arm up to his elbow with grease. He gave another bottle of poppers to Brad and told him to sniff like he had just sniffed that line and Brad did what was asked of him. The G started to work and perfectly complemented the Tina which was already flying around in system. He sniffed the poppers and he felt Jack push his fist inside. The moment the fist was sucked in was the supreme moment of pleasure for Brad and he showed his master that he enjoyed this by pushing his ass back and ramming the fist deeper into his cunt. Well so slut, fuck yourself on your master's fist. Although this was only the first time Brad had been fisted, he was a natural talent. Jack released his fist into Brad's hole and stretched his fingers. Brad was still riding his master's fist and enjoying every moment. Jack felt the second ring again and pushed the second ring open with the help of Brad who was riding harder and harder on his master fist. Brad moaned loudly and fell down on the bed. Because of his and riding harder and harder on his master fist, he had without realizing it himself ensured that Jack had been hit by the second muscle and was now completely in his intestines. Look at you what a dirty, horny whore you are. So hard riding on your master's fist. Look what kind of slut you've become. You make your daddy proud son. Brad groaned at hearing what his master said about him. He wanted to get the arm even deeper but he was exhausted. Jack saw this and thought it was enough. He withdrew his arm from Brad's gaping hole and turned it on his back. Brad's eyes turned in his eye sockets, he was sweating profusely and his mouth fell open and he was gaping for breath. I'm proud of you today slut. You have shown that you have embraced your true self. Tomorrow we can see if you get through your first test. Jack wanted to rest him but Brad didn't have enough and wanted seed. Give me your seed master squirt my hole full of your seed. Jack looked at the squirming Brad on the bed begging for his seed and grinned loudly. You want my seed slut. You don't have enough yet. Well I hope you can handle it because you will get my seed. He pulled Brad to the edge of the bed and pulled his legs down to his neck. His stiff pole sat effortlessly into Brad's gaping hole and he went straight to his balls in Brad's cunt. Brad groaned with pleasure. Oh slut your tight pussy is gone, from now on I can pound you as hard in your cunt as I want. He took another narrow dildo and stuck it by his cock into the gaping hole. Oh yes master, Brad groaned. Fuck my hole, it's completely yours. You didn't have to tell Jack that twice and he started pounding Brad hard and pushed the dildo inside each time. Every time Jack's hard dick came in, precum came out of Brad's flaccid caged dick. Jack reached his high point and moaned loudly. Here comes the slut. Here comes your reward. Brad felt his hole fill with his master's seed. Jack withdrew his limp pole and he saw his seed running out of Brad's gaping cunt. He licked up his own seed and kissed Brad and let the seed run into his mouth. Brad tasted his master's seed and swallowed it eagerly. Rest from my son, and make sure you are ready for your test tomorrow. Brad could barely say yes sir and fell asleep.

Never shave and love a furry ass , when a cumdump is flooded and dribbling out the spunk looks hot in the ass hair

Shaved.

Chapter 6 The next three weeks waiting for either the arrival of night sweats and fuck flu, or a negative HIV test were pure torture. I had promised myself I would only engage in safe sex while waiting and figured from my track record no sex would be the best plan of attack. For the first four days I even avoided porn. I needed to keep from stirring my cravings. In hindsight I think this only increased my libido to epic proportions. Every half decent looking guy I saw sent shivers of lust through my skin. I couldn't concentrate on the story lines of movies or TV shows, my imagination was so busy undressing the lead men. If they were having sex I was totally frustrated their cocks were not visible and I was consumed by jealousy that they weren't 'doing' me. If I was in touching distance of a guy it took every once of my energy to keep from stroking their strong hairy arms; or diverting my eyes from being glued to their crotch. By the fifth day I knew I needed to change my tact. I went to a gay restaurant needing to be with my tribe; but, where it would be harder to hookup than at a gay bar. I made sure I had lots of condoms in my pockets 'just in case.' My waiter was a cute twink and very flirty. It was fun to tease and flirt back. He really wasn't my ideal type so I didn't feel I was in much danger. The booze with my meal was warming my veins and relaxing my brain as I paid up and left. It was a beautiful evening so I set out for a relaxing walk. With my guard down I was soon sitting on a park bench in a popular cruising area. I startled out of this relaxed revelry when a very portly guy sauntered past me blatantly rubbing his crotch. Quickly I rationalized. 'Giving him a blowjob would be safe enough.' I was instantly on my feet and following him into the bushes. He had his small pecker out and ready before I reached him so I dropped to my knees. Even though not large it felt great to have a cock in my mouth. His sighs of pleasure made it clear I was doing an adequate job. I was beginning to anticipate my first ever mouthful of cum when he pulled out of me and proclaimed; "Fuck me!" With no thought I found myself balls deep with my naked cock in his tight hole. Waves rippling across his ample ass was an intoxicating sight and I was soon unloading a multi day orgasm deep inside him. That's when I snapped awake. 'What had I just done?' I pulled up my pants and ran for home forgetting my manors to thank him. My shame at so easily losing control and my relief that I had topped rather than being bred motivated me to avoid sex for the next six days. There were a few close calls and certainly the temptations were torturous, but I was able to remain successful in my goal. I felt so pleased with myself that by day seven I began to allow myself to make plans to give a blowjob or two. 'Oh, if I could just suck down a load or two.' Rightly or wrongly, I figured a public washroom would provide the safety measures needed to keep my ass out of the action. If not I would be on edge enough to be sure to remember condom use. Pockets full and bulging I headed into a Mall washroom that I had researched online. I found the one stall with a glory hole, stripped naked, sat on the throne and waited. My heart was pounding and I was disappointed when the first guy to use the neighbouring stall didn't even look through the hole. After waiting another excruciating ten minutes I heard that stall door close and latch. I snuck a peek to see a slim mall janitor stroking his average size cock with a pointed head. He caught me looking and stepped over to present my prize. As I suspected he didn't have long and was quickly fucking my face. Soon he was blasting a load into my no longer virgin mouth. I was still savoring his sweet salty nectar when the next occupant pulled and latched the door. A lovely seven inch black cock was presented at the glory hole. I quickly swallowed the remaining cum and engorged this lovely black lollypop. Once more it was not long 'til I was rewarded with his orgasm, this time pumping giz onto my tonsils. He shot a huge load. I could barely keep ahead of it with my swallowing. I loved the sensation and knew I had died and gone to fag heaven. I patiently waited and within the next half hour had guzzled down three more loads from a variety of men and cocks. So high on cum and adrenaline my brain didn't even engage when the next beautiful bear pulled his nine inches from my mouth and declared; "Give me your ass man." I was pushing my hairy hole on his raw meat with no thought to my personal pledge. My hole was very tight not having hosted a cock in almost two weeks. You'd have thought the unbearable pain would have brought me to my senses, but my hungry hole had no intention of giving up this prize. He was soon pistonning with his rock hard fuck pole and all I could manage was to delight that this gorgeous stranger was using and abusing my ass in this mall bathroom. I was experiencing a classic hot porn scene playing my idea of the lead role. I now only had one goal, to make him nut every ounce of his anonymous giz as deep in me as he chose to. And, nut he did, with a deep reverberating roar that I fully expected echoed through the halls of the mall. He was soon gone and with my dripping ring still pressed against the glory hole my hands reached up to cover my eyes as I thought; 'What the fuck have I just done?!' I now knew I had lost the battle with my pledge. From that moment 'til my test day I would guiltily try and fail to avoid sex. With one compromising situation after another my risk loving ass saw my guts painted with anonymous load after load. By the time I returned to the clinic I had ingested dozens of creamy loads and hosted a baker's dozen breedings making the HIV test null and void. All the same I lied to the clinic staff swearing all encounters had been safe. They knew I was lying and gave me the rapid test. When it showed negative they took more blood and sent me away for the next torturous two weeks to wait for the more thorough test results.

Chapter 4 I knew time was of the essence with poz loads deep inside me. I thought I'd go crazy waiting for our afternoon flight. I knew that PEP was only effective if administered within a given time after the breeding and the silver fox was already two days ago. Hopefully I could stay negative and get on Prep A.S.A.P. For fuck sake, I'd only just lost my virginity. How could I already be at such risk of already being Poz? How could I have been so naive and stupid. I thought I would faint when the call came from the airline before we even left our hotel. Our plane had mechanical problems and our flight would be delayed 'til the next morning. They had tried all the other airlines but were not able to get us on another flight. They would cover our extra expenses and give us a free 'return flight' to any city in the country to be used anytime in the next year. I frantically got busy and Googled 'sexual health clinic'. There were three in this city. Two were closed on Sundays. The third was on the far side of town with a transit system I was not familiar with. I set out. I either got on the wrong bus or took it in the wrong direction at a couple of the many transfers. The clinic had closed an hour before I finally got to it. I collapsed on the ground and wept. I had passed a couple of hospitals on my frantic journey but the thought of entering their emergency department and confessing my reckless sexual exploits just seemed too daunting. I guess I wasn't that scared yet. When I tried to imagine going in and telling someone, I could only imagine being met with hard, cold, piercing, judgmental .. worse, condemning eyes. I finally picked myself up and told myself I would be okay. I just needed to get to the clinic back home as fast as I could on our arrival. I was met with three disasters to my plan the next day. The family car wouldn't start, my bike had been stolen and the transit workers had gone on strike. Once again by the time I walked across the city the clinic had closed. On the walk back home every park and woods literally tortured my ragging libido with there potential for cruising. I so wanted to feed the newly triggered itch in my ass. But, I was terrified to add what felt like another ticking time bomb into my vulnerable system. I was totally exhausted and collapsed into a fitful sleep as soon as I got home. I kept waking with xxx rated nightmares. At 3AM I awoke with a deeply shaming start. 'Why had I not called a taxi or Uber? How could I have been so incredibly stupid?' I was waiting at the clinic doors three quarters of an hour before they opened the next morning. The staff were pleasant enough. They gave me PEP for the known poz loads from Ben. But it was too late for the uncertain load from my first encounter. I would need to wait three weeks to be tested before they could see if I was still negative and eligible for Prep. They didn't need to tell me how important it was for me to refrain from unsafe sex for the three week interval. I didn't really have anything else to do, so decided to walk home and try to clear my head. Passing the first park I stoically set my eyes straight ahead and forced myself to walk past. At the first woods I found myself walking a path and justified, 'I was just enjoying nature. ' I was both disappointed and relieved when I didn't come upon anyone. Not even a dog walker. I decided I felt like a jog and soon pulled my t-shirt off. I was enjoying my easy pace and the fresh air caressing my bare chest. I was lost in thought when I ran out in front of a red mustang convertible. Luckily the driver had already slowed to turn into a city park. I quickly changed my course and jogged to his parking space to apologize. Stepping out of his car I heard his rich baritone voice; "Yeah, you owe me a good apology." I was instantly hooked, line and sinker, by his large dimpled smile. His eyes darted to a path into some shrubs and I needed no further explanation of his meaning. As I dutifully followed I realized he was a little over 6 feet tall, had broad shoulders, a strong looking v-shaped back, and a sexy bubble butt nicely contained in his tight khaki shorts. My guess that he was commando was soon quickly revealed. At this point I thought I could give him a nice safe blow job; but, he had spun and bent me against a tree trunk without a word of request on his part or consent on mine. His hot mouth was on my exposed ass immediately and his tongue began to fuck me. My resolve had melted into praying he had a condom. My mind raced; 'Why hadn't I accepted the ones they offered at the clinic? How had I been so certain I would be to frightened to engage in any sex?' Here I was already, bent over, ass exposed with a total hunky stranger tongue fucking me in some sparse bushes in a public park. Two hours hadn't even passed since my clinic visit. When he stood and whispered in my ear; "Nice tight hole there." The warmth of his body against my back ripped any thoughts of condoms from my mind and lips. "Oh yeah!"; were the only words I said as his good sized raw cock started it's first journey into my delighted fuck shoot. "Keep it down. This is a public park after all." "Awe, Mmmmm"; I tried to muffle my groans of pain and pleasure. I hadn't gotten a look at his manhood; but, it must have been a good size 'cause it was soon nudging my prostate. As his pace sped and the unmistakable slap of our fuck grew so did my moans and groans. One of his hands moved to cover my mouth and the other wrapped around my throat in a strong choke hold. Within three more pumps he unloaded deep in my ass as he released a roar that must have been heard throughout the park. He quickly withdrew, slapped my bare ass and thanked me for the apology. While pulling up my shorts I had to run to catch him at his car. The engine was already running. "Hey man, are you cl...? Uh?" "If you're going to so blatantly display that sexy otter body with that inviting cute face you either need to get yourself on Prep or resign you yourself to the inevitable." And, he drove off. The woman pushing the stroller nearby looked daggers through me. I hastily returned to the clinic to shame facedly confess my slip up. They made the mistake of reassuring me the PEP treatment would still be protecting me from the park breeding. I filled my pockets with their free condoms this time around.

You asked for it. Part 2 Brad and Greg were startled to see Kevin standing there. He looked confused and hurt. "Again I ask, what the hell is going on here?" "Son, this is not how I wanted you to find out." "Kevin, I am gay like your dad is. We really hit it off." Kevin was calming down but still not happy. "This is weird, this is wrong. My dad and my best friend." "Kevin, what are you doing home so soon?" Kevin was about to say don't change the subject but decided that he needed to explain that. "Mom is still bitter about you. She was horrible the whole visit and said this morning that she hated everything about the marriage and that included me." "I am sorry son." Brad started to get up but Kevin brushed it off. "No, I am not in the right frame of mind about this. Dad you pozzed Greg?" Brad was about to speak but Greg spoke first. "Yes he did. I wanted him to. I love him and he loves me. We are both adults and can make our own choices. I am sorry this is how you found out. It was wrong. I know you tried to call us to say you were coming back. I heard both our phones ring but did not look to see what happened. I know what your mom sad hurt and seeing us is a shock but I think I know what is really making you act this way. You are not angry you are jealous. You wanted it to be you and not me who took Daddy's seed." Brad looked confused and Kevin looked scared. "I can see it in your eyes. We are both naked and you never told us to cover up even though you can see it. I can see a bulge in your pants and your eyes were always on the fact that I have been rubbing your dad's dick the whole time." Kevin sat on the end of the bed and started crying. "Yeah, it is true. Dad, I have had a crush on you for years now. Ever since puberty. Yeah I like girls but it was always you I wanted." Brad slid over and hugged his son. Kevin returned the hug and then decided to take the biggest chance in his life. He leaned in and kissed his father on the lips. Closed mouth at first. Brad did nor move away. Rather, he returned it. Soon the father and son were open mouth kissing. They were getting more passion filled. Greg came over and started stripping Kevin. "Daddy, please fuck my brother." "Brother?" "He is your brother now. And you can call me Daddy now as well." Of course Daddy." "I want you to fuck your brother Kevin." Greg laid on his back as Kevin crawled up behind him. Daddy put some lube on his bio son's tip and watched as one son fucked the other. Daddy then crept up in back of his bio son and forced his own dick into bio son's. Daddy could not believe it. He was fucking his son. This was not a game or roleplay this was really it. His son was now his lover. This was the best fuck he ever had. Family sex was best. "Daddy fuck me harder please, fuck me harder Daddy. Please I need you to fuck me." Daddy did as his son asked him. Soon Kevin was filling up Brad. Brad then slid out and put his ass up to Kevin's face so he could eat the cum out of his ass. Then Daddy shot a load right into his bio son's willing and open hole. Like before the lack of lube caused skin to open up and then absorb the blessed seed into his blood. "I guess this is how we spend the rest of summer." Kevin quipped. They all laughed. Kevin also got tested quickly and was positive. They all got special matching tattoos. Kevin and Greg even got married with Brad (Daddy) adopting Greg so they were all a real family. A family that spreads poz seed with each other and with anyone else they choose to let in om their secret.

I wasn't planning on breeding this guy, but he got a taste of bare dick, and he decided he really wanted it! I was recently down in Brazil and I was actually kind of bummed because the Brazilian guys weren't doing much for me, especially in Rio de Janeiro, despite their reputation. On one of my last mornings there, in another city, I opened up Grindr and this cute 19 year old mixed white Asian Brazilian tapped me. He's about 5'5" and maybe 130 lbs. Petit and smooth. We started chatting and he asked if I'd like to meet later. I couldn't say no. We chatted the rest of the day while he was studying with a friend and I toured an art museum. We ended up meeting at a local mall and walked around a little, before going to my hotel. We started kissing on the bed pretty quickly, and the clothes came off. We had probably an hour long make-out session, and I asked if he'd like to stay the night. He said he wanted to, but his parents were expecting him home. He sucked my dick like a pro, and I made him stop so I could suck his and eat his ass. I shoved my tongue into his tight hairless ass and got it wet. We resumed kissing, and he got on top of me and was rubbing his ass on my dick. I grabbed my dick and put it on his hole and it slipped in. He told me to go slow because he wasn't a virgin but was inexperienced. I lubed my dick a little and slid in further. Feeling a little guilt about barebacking a young, innocent guy like that, I asked if he wanted a condom. He said we probably should, but he had never felt a bare dick inside him and he liked it. I fucked him a little, but the guilt came back and I pulled out and put a condom on. We fucked missionary a bit more, with me kissing him, and then he asked to stop because he was sore. We got in the shower and headed out to get some dinner. He asked if I still wanted him to stay, and he came up with an excuse to give his parents and texted them. After dinner, we went back to the hotel. I put on the TV to relax and he grabbed the remote and pushed me onto the bed. The kissing resumed and the clothes were quickly scattered on the floor. He sucked on my dick again and then tried to sit on it. He was pretty tight so I put on some lube, and it slid right in. "No condom?" I asked. "Do you really want one?" he replied, and with that the raw fucking began in earnest. He rode me, I fucked him spooning, and we fucked missionary. His tight, smooth hole felt wonderful on my hard dick, and he had no more complaints about anything hurting. We were fucking missionary, with a lot of making out, when I told him I was close and asked where he wanted me to cum. With no hesitation he said he wanted it in him. I dutifully shot a large load deep into him. He stroked a few times and shot a load on his smooth stomach. We rested for a few minutes, and then he asked if I wanted to take a shower with him again. We did, with a lot of kissing, and I fingered him a lot, feeling my load in him. We went back to bed and fell asleep. We woke up in the morning and he was playing with my dick, getting me hard. He turned his back to me and impaled his ass on my dick. I put a little lube on it, and he was grinding his ass on me. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me onto my back rode me. I told him I was close, and he just kept riding me until I shot another big load into him. He then grabbed his own dick and quickly shot all over my chest. I didn't have a chance to see him again and flew back home the next day, but I do keep in touch with him and hope to pound his sweet ass again.

i like to strangle a cute little neg twink with my bare hands in the bathhouse so that he never sees my face then tell him it that im giving him aids right before he passes out,then make sure its hole is getting fucked by a new guy when he wakes up