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This one is based on an older story, but is told from the point of view of the party guest instead of the host... The Party Guest My name is Jack and several weeks ago I went to a party I found out about on A4A. It was a bareback party for negs only. I'm a 35 year old chubby closeted bi married guy from the midwest and relatively new to man sex although I love to pay around when my wife and son are out of town. Being married I had always used condoms but I was interested in trying bareback and this being a Neg Only party seemed safe enough, so I asked for an invitation. The organizer of the party replied back that he would love for me to come and that he would adminster and HIV test to everyone who was invited to make sure that no POZ guys tried to sneak in and ruin the fun. That sounded great to me because I'm not on PrEP and didn't want to get pozzed. When I got there, a total of 8 other guys besides me showed up and the organizer gave each of us a swap telling us that if it came up neg that we were in. I was surprised that two of the other guys turned up poz and the organizer told them he was sorry but they could not take part. One of them took it in stride and the other was kinda upset but eventually he left without incident. That was too bad because he was hot, mid 30s I'd guess and a gym body with a big dick that I would have loved to play with. That left eight people playing including the host. The other guys were a Latino guy, I think he said his name was Pedro, a white couple, Mike and Steven and a very young black twink who looked so young the host insisted on checking his ID to make sure he wasn't underage. I forget his name, but surprisingly he was 22. Next there was Mark, a very hunky Asian guy with a surprisingly massive 9.5 inch dick. Last of all there was Bobby, who was another younger guy who was very flamboyantly queen-like. After the host had made all the introductions and completed all the tests proving the guests were all negative he pulled out beer, poppers and lube then turned on the music. I was in the mood to do some topping and Jordan had already been grabbed by Mark so I chatted Bobby up and soon we were holed up in a corner of the house making out on the floor. When I started fingering his hole he moaned almost like he was purring. I generously lubed up my dick and sunk it right into his hole. Obviously he was used to taking a lot of cock and probably some way bigger than mine because he took it easy. I plowed him for a while before shooting my load deep in his ass. After that he started sucking me without even cleaning up my cock, quickly bringing me back to hardness again. Then he sat right down on my cock and started riding me. Having cum once already it took me a long time. Occasionally as he was riding me I'd look around and see what was happening. The host was making his way around with hot three way action with Mark and Jordan and the couple. After that Mark came over and put his big dick in my face. He must have washed it off because it didn't even taste of lube. As soon as he was hard again he shoved me down and unceremoniously rammed my ass with no lube at all, making me moan out. Mark growled in my ear that he was using me like the host had just used him. He pounded me with a fury and then paused and I could feel his load being pumped in me. He didn't even rest long or get soft before I felt him start to move again and build up speed and soon his balls were slapping my taint again his hips bouncing off my corn fed ass. This time it took longer and again I felt his cum being pumped deep inside. By now my ass was really torn up and sore. But I was thoroughly satisfied, and definitely hooked on bareback, both giving and receiving. Eventually the party wrapped up and all the other guests but me left. The host approached me and asked if I was OK. I told him that this party was one of the best times I'd ever had and that I'd been plowed by Mark twice and that my ass was all beat up and I was tired. He offered that if I wanted I could stay the night. I quickly agreed and gathered up my clothing from where I had put it and then followed him up the stairs. As we were walking I kept looking at the packet of swabs he had on the table by the door. That got me start to thinking. When we walked into his bedroom I dropped my clothes on the floor near his bed and put my wallet, watch and cell phone on the night table then climbed into the bed and laid down on my stomach. I turned my head to him and looked up ready to ask him a question. As I did this he rolled onto my back and started making out with me occupying my mouth so I couldn't speak. Soon I could feel him fingering my hole and I told him "Stop, my ass really hurts" but he shushed me up and told me he would go easy. He began to rim my abused ass, and his tongue felt soothing on my fucked up hole causing my ass to rise up in the air on its own. He asked me if I wanted to get fucked one last time before the night was done and all I could do was moan. Soon I felt his fully hard dick start to enter my hot, torn up hole. Finally coming to my senses, I finally managed to ask him "I've been thinking. When we all showed up you made us all take an HIV test". "Yeah" he said, "to make sure you were all neg". I replied "Yeah, I got that. You showed us each of our swabs, but I don't remember seeing your results". Before he could answer my phone rang and he reached over and handed it to me. As I unlocked it, he asked me who it was. "My Wife" I told him. He said I better answer it, that he wouldn't make a sound, although he never stopped slowly fucking me. I picked up and he continued to fuck me as I was talking to her, making it hard to concentrate. She told me she had come home early and as she said that he whispered in my ear "No you didn't see my results because mine would have turned up POZ." I felt suddenly flushed but he had me pinned under him. I couldn't scream and I couldn't move. He told me what I already knew, that my ass was really fucked up and if he busted in me I would most likely be pozzed. As my wife chatted away he quietly gave me a choice: "Tell your wife that you miss her and you will see her soon I will pull out without busting, but if you tell here you love her and you'll be home in an hour or two, I will bust my nut in your wrecked hole." I signed off the conversation with my wife saying "Love you, honey, I'll be home in an hour or two." With that he whispered "Welcome to the brotherhood". It felt like the biggest load ever as busted his nut into my hole. After he finished he told me "Go home and fuck your wife before your cum turns to poison". I was still in a state of shock as I put my clothes back on and went home. I pounced my wife so often the first few days after the party that she was wondering what was up. Now I'm waiting to see what happens, if I get the fuck flu, and wondering if I should go get tested or just let things go as they well. I'm not sure what to say or if I will tell her anything. I was on A4A today and I saw that the host of the party has posted another "Neg Only" bareback party. Maybe I will show up and get my test there. I'm not sure he will let me attend now that I know he is POZ, but I wouldn't tell anyone. And I don't know why, and I know it must sound crazy, but I'm actually kind of turned on by the thought of taking the risk again if I'm not POZ already. I know the host seeded most of the other guests and I also wondered how many of the other guys might also show up and be surprised if their swab turned up POZ, that is if they hadn't already found out.

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

Coming Home 2 Part of me couldn’t comprehend what was happening... I was on my knees with Frankie’s cock... a cuntboy’s cock... in my mouth but it was what I needed. Finally losing myself in the moment, I worked my tongue against his now hard cock. “Fucking cocksucking cuntboy...” Daddy growled in approval, watching Frankie holding my face with both hands and begin to plunge in and out. I was gagging but soon got into the rhythm... remembering to time my breathing between each thrust. It was coming back to me. The memories came rushing back... the taste of precum... the feeling of serving cock. Every time the helmet of the cuntboy’s cock hit the back of my throat, it reinforced my place in the world. This was where I belonged. I was born to service all cocks. The assault continued and soon I could feel Frankie’s grip tighten. This was the moment I now worked for.... “GODDAMN CUNTMOUTH!” Frankie yelled pulling his cock back and shooting a huge load on my tongue. Greedily, I swallowed the salty load as his shaft now rested on my tongue before withdrawing. “Cuntmouth,” Frankie smiled, tracing my lips with his thumb and I took it in without a second thought. “Yeah, cuntmouth” I moaned, realizing the transformation that just happened. My eyes kept focus on Sammy’s sweating face... his dilated greens eyes fixed on me. “Fucking cuntboy...” he laughed… beading sweat rolling off and hitting me. Releasing his thumb... a representation of his cock... I moved down to his right foot and kissed it. “Now that’s my cuntboy,” Daddy smiled as Frankie raised his right foot. I took the offered foot in my hands and began to worship it... gently holding it with both hands while my tongue slowly moved from heel along the arch to his toes... sucking each individual one before moving to the other foot. Satisfied, I sat back on my haunches and took in the cuntboy I had just serviced. I was in awe... I had come full circle. I had been allowed to service the cuntboy I was all those years ago. Seeing the look on my face, Frankie pulled me up by my collar into a passionate kiss and tasted the remnants of the first load he was to leave in my cuntmouth. “I’m glad you realized your place.” said, licking his lips. “Though, I’m not sure you had a choice. Daddy was bent on having you back.” Raising my hands to Frankie’s hands still tightly on my collar, I nodded. “And now I have a cuntbro.” I smiled, squeezing his hands. Feeling Daddy’s strong hands on our shoulders, we both turned to him. Daddy stood in front of us with a devilish grin, “Well Sammy, what are you thinking?” Smiling back, “Fuck Daddy, I’m a fucking cuntboy again. And this time, it’s for keeps... what more can I say?” A look of tenderness came over his face for a moment and he moved towards us. We readily accepted his tongue exploring our cuntmouths as his hands moved to invade our cunts. “Shit!” we, his cuntboys, growled in unison before he pushed me aside. Now on the floor, I began to whimper watching my cuntbro on all fours take Daddy’s now hard cock. “Fucking cuntboy,” Daddy growled, hearing my whimpers. “There’s another packed pipe in the drawer over there,” he motioned. “Fucking get used to not being the only cuntboy,” Quickly, I crawled over to the drawer and pulled out the glass pipe and held it to my lips while lighting the torch and warming the bowl. The crystals began to glow and release the thick white clouds and I inhaled deeply. Holding it in my lungs, I watched the frenzied fucking Daddy was giving Frankie. Releasing the cloud, I moaned in a jealous fit, wanting Daddy’s cock for myself. I crawled over to them, trying to force myself into the fucking. Angered, Daddy pushed me back. “GET THE FUCK BACK CUNTBOY!” he yelled as he pounded my cuntbro. “FUCKING SMOKE THAT SHIT AND WATCH!” Dejected, I moved to pick up the pipe and took a long, deep hit. The chems seemed to relax me and I began to get turned on watching my cuntbro take Daddy’s cock. “Fuck yeah!” I growled, watching the look on Frankie’s face with every stroke. “Take Daddy’s cock, cuntbro!” “Yeah, cuntbro?” he responded. “You like watching me take cock?” “Shit yeah!” I moaned, exhaling other cloud. I remained there... now a total chemmed-up cuntboy, watching them. My hands moved to my crotch and grabbed at my limp cock and pulled.... “Fuck!” I whimpered... “Useless!” Daddy laughed, continuing to pound Frankie’s cunt. “Fucking useless tina dick on your cuntbro, Frankie!” “S’ok, cuntbor.” Frankie grunted, “No one’s gonna want your tina dick anyway. It’s your cunt that Daddy wants. Fuck your cock... it’s all about cunt for you.” I continued watching... hoping that Daddy would tire of him but the intense fucking continued. I was growing agitated, until I heard Daddy call to me. I immediately, straightened up but it wasn’t what I wanted. “Get the fuck over here, Sammy.” he yelled, “Feed some of those clouds to your cuntbro.” The disappointment was all over my face... I slowly moved to them. “NOW!” Daddy yelled, shoving his cock into Frankie’s cunt and forcing him down on his elbows... cunt up. Quickly, I scrambled and placed the pipe stem in Frankie’s mouth and lit the bowl. “Get him nice and spun like you, Sammy.” Daddy ordered watching him take in the smoke. “That’s it... more.” Inhaling deeply, Frankie held it in and raised his chin to me with a pleading look. I smiled and lowered my cuntmouth to his... our lips almost touching. He began to release the white cloud and I instinctively took it in. “AGAIN!” He ordered and we began to exchange clouds. The fucking increased as Daddy’s thrusts became shorter and harder... With lips now sealed together, our tongues began to clash as the cloud enveloped both cuntmouths. Knowing it wouldn’t be long now, we both inhaled the last remnants of the cloud as Daddy exploded in Frankie’s cunt. “GODDAMN CUNTS!” Daddy roared, exploding into Frankie. Finally spent, Daddy stood, grasped my head and smashed it against Frankie’s face, forcing our cuntmouths together. “SHARE!” he ordered forcing us to expel the last of the cloud in our lungs into each other. The combination of chems and what I had just been subjected now drove me crazy. Immediately, I moved to Daddy’s cock to clean it... tasting the remains of his load and my cuntbro’s cuntjuices. “Good cuntboy,” Daddy sighed from pleasure, “You remember your training.” Satisfied I had done my job, Daddy patted my head and motioned to Frankie. “Go on... Feed.” Immediately, I moved to Frankie’s leaking cunt and spread his asscheeks to reveal his wet swollen cuntlips. “Beautiful!” I moaned and began to lap up the fluids. God... I didn’t realize how I missed it! The nerve endings in my now shaved skin began to pulse, and I continued to feed on the intoxicating mixture. “FUCK SAMMY!” Frankie bellowed, shoving himself onto my face and covering my face in remains of the fuck and my saliva. “Alright Sammy.” Daddy said, interrupting my feeding. I continued on, ignoring my Daddy. “I said, ALRIGHT!” he ordered, pulling me off and slapping me across the face. I was in shock... all I could do was stare into Daddy’s angry face. Seeing the chem-fueled glaze on mine, Daddy took a breath. “Put him in the bed and get him something out of the medicine cabinet...” he told Frankie before turning back to me. “Guess it’s been a bit overwhelming...” he said, holding my face in his hands. “Welcome home, cuntboy. It’s been a long time.”

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

I still remember the very first time I had a cock push past my inner ring (second sphincter), and at that time I didn’t even know anything about it. I was young and I used a program called Mirc (internet relay chat) to find tops in my area— Miami Dade/Broward counties. I developed a semi-steady relationship with an older guy who would fuck and breed me on a regular basis and one day, he had a friend over who (he said) wanted to check me out. This guy, a true Black stallion, albeit also older, literally sported a foot long cock, and I remember seeing stars, when he managed to get his plum sized helmet head past my sphincter. I truly believed THAT would be the highlight of my day, my week, or even the best thing ever because I was so young and inexperienced. My guy had to literally hold me in place on all four, and at the edge of his really tall bed, until this monster got the head of his cock pop into my ass. I screamed like a bitch, which I never do, but they didn’t allow me to move, and my repeated “please take it out!” were totally ignored. He just stood there, head in, with the rest of his cock waiting for what was to come. I don’t how long it took for me to get accustomed to the circumference of his cock but it was surely 10 minutes plus. And then he began to fuck me, real slow, but deeper and deeper. I think he took his time because I even asked to suck my regular oldie, to stick his cock in my mouth— the idea of me being skewered on a spit roast had long been a fantasy of mine, way on top of my bucket list. Now, THIS was the highlight of my day! And then I felt his head pushing into my second, inner ring, which I thought was the place where my bowels took a turn to somewhere, and where he would just not be able to go any further. I seriously didn’t know about a think called inner ring and I didn’t know that humans had no control over it, unlike our anal (outer) ring. He kept pushing and poking with his cock, and now my oldie was feeding me his hardened cock with a regular dosage of poppers, every two minutes, until my head was feeling like a drum. This went on for at least half an hour, and they took pictures of me, and talked to their friends on flip phones, ubiquitous at the time. I don’t even know if pictures of those cocks my ass and mouth were sent to those friends, but for a moment I feared more people would come and I would be seriously hurt from so much fucking. In the end, that didn’t happen, they both just kept fucking me, not rough, rather mild, but without a break. And then— surprise. I don’t know if they planned it, but as if on cue, my oldie took his cock off my mouth, bent over me, and grabbed me with both his arms, pushing me face down into a pillow on the mattress. He held me there, while at the very same time, the Black guy gave a huge push forward, into me, and then I felt it. The pain, the surprise, the way they held me, for those 15 seconds (seemed like an hour), was indescribable. I again felt that humongous head past something inside my bowels, and I was being held in place. The pillow below my face made sure my screams, probably too loud for a regular gated community in North Miami Beach, were perfectly muffled, and I remember sweat springing from my forehead as I realised the guy in my ass wasn’t going out. He planted himself behind me and then I felt him bend over me from behind. The sweat of his upper torso stuck to my shivering back, and his foot long schlong changed angle as he did. When his bent was low enough for his face to reach mine, he whispered in my ear “welcome to the foot long club, baby!” and then began sucking my earlobe. I moaned and moaned, but I now know THIS was the highlight of my day. My oldie let go of me, and jumped behind the two of us, and knelt down to get a close up view of this guy’s cock welded in my chute. I heard him say, rather loudly “yep! It’s all in, man! And it looks so fucking beautiful!” The Black guy fucked me like that— his belly and chest glued to my back for what seemed like an eternity until I felt him thicken inside me, and when I felt his cock’s convulsions I knew he was breeding me past my inner circle.

Well the old guy I have been seeing texted me Saturday night and told me his toys and hook came in and him and his friend want to see me right away. I got there and the two were dressed all leathers again. I knew I was in trouble. They walked me over to the bathroom handed me some fleet enamas and said make sure your clean. Used them made sure i was all clean. I got out and they were standing there waiting and had a collar put on very tight and a chain was clipped one pulled to see if the collar would tighten up. And it did I choked when the chain was pulled tight. They pulled me over to the door to the garage then pushed me and I fell to the floor hurt my knees a little as I was kicked to push me over. They stood over me and were playing with their cocks. One reach to the chain and pulled me up with it as i was choking I got up. The walked me to the bench and bent me over it to strap my leggs and hands with restraints. No handcuffs this time. Then a strap around my waist and bench. I really couldn't move an inch. They put a bandana around my eyes. Got a slap on the face and was told no talking and behave. I felt a hard smack on my cheeks then some more. Felt some fingers rubbing I bet my red ass. Felt my hole get played with i thought was a finger and it was push in a little. I said ouch and was told to shut up. Someone started to lick me hole then I felt a finger go in. He played a little. Then I felt some very cold stuff on my hole then something very much ribbed got put in my hole then pushed deep. They lept thrusting it in and out for a bit. They pulled it out and got my hole licked got a slap on the face and as soon as i shook it off i felt something very cold go in my hole. I felt a pull and it was the hook going all the way in. They must have hooked my choker chain to it as they pulled the chain i got choked and the hook pulled my hole tight. It was hot. I had a cock shoved in my face and i started to suck it as he pulled the chain hard. He was getting hot over this he got so hard as he choked and yank the hook. One of them played with the hook as i was sucking. I got hard with all this. Someone unhooked the chain and pulled on the hook hard and said he hole is getting stretched as hell. He pulled the hook out and shoved his cock in me and pump hard. He fucked me for some time and i felt a load dropped in and heard someone say hes going to be a dump slut. I felt the hook go in and hooked on the chain. I kept sucking and tasted something a bit sour then tasted like some piss. He said swallow this as he released some piss in my mouth and as i was swallowing he said drink it all and a lot more started to strean out. He pulled on the chain and i spilt some piss and got slap. Then i heard the garage door open and close then some talking. I felt the chain get pulled and the chain got unhooked. The the hook was removed and felt a cock go in. He pumped for some time then a moan he pulled out then another cock went in as he pumped I had a cock in my face to suck. Got another load and again another cock in me. This went on for a long time. I must have had 4 dumps in me. Then I felt something big go in and was pushed in deep had to be a plug. I laid there for a little and I could feel .movement around me. Then al of a sudden I was getting drenched in piss. All of them must have pissed at the same time then felt someone lick my ass and crack.. fucking hot! Then al of a sudden it was quiet and I laid there for at least 30 or more minutes. I couldn't move still. Then i heard someone waking towards me and the plug got pulled out. I felt some drippings coming out and all of a sudden a cock was shoved in me he pumped for a while then he blew a load. He said dont move till i tell you. He unstraped me and walked away as i laid there then a few minutes later i heard a voice yell get up and shower up you can leave now. As i got clean and dressed i walk to the front door and heard my friends liked your hole tonight. ill text you later. Loved the anal hook it was fun

It was late spring Sunday afternoon in 2001, and I had been away with work for almost an entire week. I was tired, and in need of a shower after a long flight when I got back to my apartment, but instead of hitting the shower, I went straight for gay.com. My inbox was empty, and I was about to log off when an instant message popped up - it was Doug. Doug and I had met online about a year ago, and truly hit it off... conversationally, that is. He was a very good looking, if you were into daddy types. He was also a 57, tall, sexy eyes, nice, strong body with a hint of a pot belly, and TOP. I had never been fucked before, but had been fantasizing about it for years, and knew I was a bottom. I was up front and told him I had never been fucked and that I wanted my first time to be with someone special... and raw. His profile was very clear about the fact that he was HIV+ and hated condoms. And that's how it went for over a year: I liked him, and he liked me, but we would just be friends, because he was POZ, I was NEG. I'd always tell him "it's too bad you're poz because..." and I'd finish with something completely stupid, and he'd always say something like "I would never bareback you" because of some BS propriety or political correctness. Somehow though, whenever we chatted online or on the phone, we ended up talking about barebacking and how powerful and intimate it is to be bred with another man's load. But it was. "Hi Kriss!" his message said. For some reason he always spelled it wrong, but for some reason it didn't bother me a bit. "Hi Doug!" we chatted and he asked if I would ever want to meet. "We've been talking for over a year, and I think it'd be nice to finally meet. I really like you Kriss" I declined and said I was tired, and needed a shower, and a bed. That's when he said "I have both. Why not come by just for a drink? Besides it would be nice to finally meet who it is I've been talking to for a year" I caved. I DID like him and had fantasized being fucked by him HUNDREDS of times, but I also knew nothing would happen. He was POZ, after all and I was neg. It was already dark, and what was usually a five minute drive seemed to take 20 minutes due to some mishap on the road. The slow traffic gave me time to think about all the times we had told me how much he loved to be inside a man raw and give him his load, and how he knew I would know what he meant when I met the right man. I was rock hard by the time I had pulled up at his address. He'd told me he would be waiting outside because the buzzer to his apartment was broken. I saw him from far away and couldn't help but think he was every bit as hot as I had made him out to be in my mind, and more. As I walked towards him in the dimly lit parking lot, I saw him smile, and suddenly became very self-conscious at the wet spot my still-hard and leaking cock had made on my jeans. I blushed and looked down sheepishly and he smiled broadly, opened his arms, wrapped his strong arms around me, then lifted my chin to look into my eyes and said "Hi Kriss... we finally meet!" And promptly deeply kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth and gently swabbed my own as though to say "I've been expecting you." I threw my arms around his neck, pressed up against him and again became aware of how badly my cock was leaking for this man. The beautiful kiss lasted a while and when he withdrew, he smiled, and slid his hands down my chest to the front of my jeans and said "let's get you out of these sticky jeans and take care of you." The ride up the elevator seemed to take forever; I was weak kneed from the kiss, but also nervous, not knowing was going on. Was this going to be a purely social exchange? Purely sexual? Or a combination of both? I was aching inside because of what I knew I wanted, and finally meeting this amazing daddy-type man, but again, nothing could happen because he was POZ and I was neg. As he closed the door to his apartment behind us we kissed deeply again. This time he was more forceful. His strong hands grabbed my ass as he pushed me against his door and invaded my mouth with his tongue. Outside his kiss was welcoming and friendly. His tongue was now exploring my mouth. I was taken aback but for every degree of nervousness, it seemed there was like measure of blood rushing towards my engorged cock. This man wanted me, and I wanted him. I fell to my knees in front of him and deftly undid his belt buckle and button fly to reveal his majestic daddy cock. It was not yet fully hard but it was rapidly rising under my gaze. As I opened my mouth, I glanced-up at Doug. His eyes ordered me to swallow him whole. As his cockhead disappeared into my gullet, I saw his eyes roll back as I wrapped my lips and tongue around his veiny shaft and slid my head towards him. However, before I reached the root of his shaft, he stopped me and said "let's get more comfortable." We disrobed and I eyed him up and down, seeing a strong chest and round abs, his legs were strong too, and his entire body was, in a way I'd never seen before, very vascular. In a word he was beautiful. He sat me down on his couch and took his spot in front of me and said "Now, I want you to show me how much you like sucking daddy's cock." He slowly pulled my head back onto his now fully hard cock. I obliged and swirled my tongue around every bit of him until he buried his cock deep in my throat. I felt his head pop past my tonsils and the taste of his precum suddenly sprang to life in my mouth, complemented by the manly smell of his bush. As I was about to begin gagging he withdrew again and bent down to kiss me. Harder even then last time he invaded my mouth and throat with his tongue, letting me know he was in charge, and that I wasn't in control of the situation. That was true, but I also knew that I was in control of my actions. We both knew nothing could happen, because after all he was POZ and I was neg. Suddenly, in one motion, I felt his hands lock around my ankles as he pulled me onto my back, and saying "Daddy Douglas likes boy precum," he bore down on my cock again and again. Even as I trembled from the beautiful blowjob I was becoming increasingly nervous. His hands held me pinned, spread-eagle as he stopped sucking my cock and felt his wet lips and tongue slide over my full balls down towards my hole. Even as he stretched my legs apart wider than I knew they could go, his hands slid down my legs towards my ass. Doug looked hungry and determined as his hands pried apart my ass to reveal my virgin hole. I saw in him a weakness for my hole, as though it was something he needed, not wanted. That's when I felt his beard against my cheeks and his wet tongue caress against my hole. I had never experienced being rimmed, but needless to say it didn't take getting used to. I was in ecstasy as he worked ate my virgin ass. My cock heaved and throbbed as his tongue slid further and further into my hole. I was beyond thought - I was in another universe, and couldn't imagine going back to life before that first instant when I felt his fingers join his tongue inside me. I gasped for a brief second of pain, but soon was writhing in pleasure again. Doug resumed my inaugural rim-job as I suddenly realized my legs were lowering. He looked up at me as though wondering what was going on. In truth I didn't really know myself. As though in a trance, I took his hand and lead him directly into his bedroom, not knowing his apartment but somehow sensing that was where we needed to be. I climbed atop his bed on all fours and buried my face in his pillows. I didn't look back, nor did I have to wait to see that Doug was climbing behind me. He knocked my knees apart with his knees, spreading me wide. I felt his hands ever so gently steady my hips as, for the first time, I felt his cock head touch my freshly rimmed hole. That jolted me out of my submissive state as I became overwhelmed with fear. What was I doing? I was neg and Doug was POZ! Sensing my sudden change the gentle hands on my hips became like vise-grips as he folded down onto my back. He grabbed my wrists, and suddenly I realized that I was completely under his control. Doug whispered into my ear "Don't fight this, Kriss" which was exactly what I did. I panicked as I felt the pressure of his thick cock head increase as he bore down on my hole, his body controlling my range of motion, and as he was much bigger and stronger, my resistance was essentially futile. "It's been a year, Kriss" he whispered and licked my ear. His cock continued his advance into my hole ever so slowly. "I know what you want Kriss," he hissed "you're just afraid to come out and say it." "No" I cried, acutely aware his advance into my body wasn't stopping. At this point I could feel his whole head inside me, and my eyes were wide open as tears streamed onto his pillow as I tried in vain to escape my fate. I could only think of him as some kind of poison, something sinister. I betrayed what I had fantasized about so many times. "You know you want it Kriss. You've always wanted it" he whispered in my ear again. "But you're POZ, I'm neg!!" I whimpered, to which he replied "There's no poz and neg here Kriss, only me and you." I suddenly stopped panicking as I felt Doug let go of my wrists slowly and pull his cock head from my nearly open hole. A sudden and unnatural moment of loneliness came over me, then immediately subsided as again I felt his gentle but firm hands on my hips. The sudden emptiness I felt made me gently back onto his cock head which I could feel waiting for me. Slowly he began to push and the hard leaky cock I had when I arrived was back. I felt him push harder and harder until, in an instant, I felt myself relax thought and Doug's waiting POZ cock slid deep inside me. He held my hips, raw cock buried inside my guts for what seemed like hours. I had never felt so complete in my life, and wanted to experience every bit of his vein-laden shaft. I was still nervous but in a new world now as I felt his hips begin to rock back and forth. Finally I felt a man's cock so deep inside my hole, felt it withdraw completely, and plunging right back into me. I could feel Doug's cock plowing into my tightness. "Fuck yeah" I heard him moan as he continued to grind in and out of me. With each stroke, he picked up pace, ramming me with increasing regularity and force. I became more excited as his low-hanging balls began to slap, something I'd heard and seen before in porn, but never actually heard. I began to buck back to meet his thrusts, sweating profusely, just as he was. Suddenly he pushed my neck and face back into the pillow and lay down flat on my back. Panting and barely able to make out words, he said in my ear "Kriss, tell Daddy what you want." "Fuck me.... fuck me.... fuck me... fuck me" I moaned as he pounded ever harder into my now well-tenderized hole. Again he hissed "Tell me what you want, Kriss." "Fuck me harder Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!" I moaned over and over. "Tell me Kriss. Tell me you want Daddy's POZ cum. Tell me, Kriss!" he hissed again. "Breed me Daddy!" I moaned "Give me that POZ load!" Doug instantly began mercilessly slamming into me, as I felt his hard poison shaft thicken and tear deeper and deeper into my guts. I hadn't realized it was possible to be so violently entered, yet feel so much like a man."Take... this... POZ... load... Kriss" he growled into my ear through his panting and gasping for breath, and with one final thrust, buried his shaft deep inside me, tightened his grip on me, and, as I felt every muscle in his body lock-up, his cock spasmed, sending rope after rope of his POZ seed into my body. I could feel a warmth inside my ass that felt so erotic and forbidden, my cock instantly began unloading my neg load into the sheets below me, only to finish and be outlasted by Doug's climax that was just beginning to taper off. The warmth I felt inside with the first blasts of cum now became a scalding fire as Daddy's cock again began to slowly piston in and out of my ass. His pulsating cock softened just slightly, making me realize just how tender my hole was, and allowing his cum to start leaking out as he continued to work his load into my guts. He had collapsed on me but I felt safe under his weight. His cock finally sliding out of me, as he drifted to sleep, I felt my hole close up, and trapping my first POZ load inside my body. As we lay together I wondered whether I was just another fuck, or if it meant something more to him. After all, he was POZ... and now, I was also.

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

Been a busy week doing cumdump sessions. Saturday a week ago got a room at the Days Inn, post the hotel and room number on several profiles. Took 13 loads all anon ass up face down with blindfold on. Tuesday night while traveling with work posted the hotel and room number on several profiles and took 4 loads. Wednesday night took 6 loads. Thursday night took 5 loads. Saturday night went to the Days Inn again posting the hotel and room number and took 9 loads. All loads were anon ass up face down with blindfold on. 2 phots posted in the follow gallery from both Saturday nights. [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/gallery/album/10189-brianbttm/

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kWr3x7sQ89rH Love this kind of breeding!

Getting shingles is how i learned i am HIV poz. It wasn't a fun disease, and for me was probably opportunistic related to my compromised immune system because of HIV. It took about 6 weeks to resolve and was hard to diagnose. At first the suspicion was appendicitis, or some intestinal issue because of the symptoms. i eventually developed a rash, but it was minimal, just a few spots. i got on HIV meds immediately and once i became undetectable, my immune system butyl back up and i have not had and issue since. There is a lot of ignorance about vaccines. To me, especially after becoming a nurse, they are the best medicine we have in healthcare. Vaccines waken and employ the bodies immune response vs other interventions where we directly try to kill the disease with a drug. Our bodies are the smartest doctor we will ever have. The drugs we use to directly combat a disease have side effects and are an after the fact response we use once we are sick. Vaccines are preventative medicine.

Wish I was there getting the gift

Well with about 6 weeks left in 2022 I have to say I’ve lost the absolute count on loads of cum up my ass …. But with a high degree of confidence that I’m within a sort of 120 load margin of error : I put my load count at 2,250 for the years so far. That’s a little over 6 loads a day… which actually makes me feel more like the number is more in the 2,500 +\- 120 🙂 lol NOT NEARLY ENOUGH TO SATISFY THIS INSATIABLE CUMDUMP FUCKHOLE OF MINE !:)

Popped over to London for the long Veterans’ Day weekend. Was eager to try some new places in London and I have always wanted to explore Hampstead Heath and it’s fuck tree. Saturday night I attended naked night at the Bunker. I got there a little on the later side because I had gone to the Lil Nas X concert earlier that night. They were about 15 to 20 guys but the crowd seemed a little spent at that point. Within minutes of my arrival, I got down on my knees in front of a black guy and started sucking his dick. His thick 7 inches fit pleasantly in my mouth and he hardened up. After some time I started to guide him to my hole. He got in but then started to soften up rather quickly. This happened several times so I decided to move on. Most of the crowd was in one big room at that point. I had a couple of guys explore my hole with fingers or dick but nothing significant happened until One guy suggested that we move to a cubby. Once in the cubby his Dom side came out. Became very verbal asking me if I liked poz loads and Nigger dick up my ass (he was white). He got more turned on as I told him that I was a cumdump and a whore for any man’s loads. His aggressiveness increased and he was pulling completely out and then slamming back into me ‘til he came shouting “take my poz load you fucking faggot!”. After that the place seemed to be winding down so I decided to check out Hampstead Heath. Despite the late hour and darkness, I managed to find fuck tree pretty easily. There were still several guys trolling around at four in the morning. I sucked a few more dicks and got a few loads before heading back to the hotel at six in the morning. I decided I would go back on Sunday evening at an earlier time. More to come.

I love when my father and my sons spit roast me….breeding my soggy pussy.

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?

268 anon loads blasted up my cunt so far this year. Monkeypox slowed me down a bit, and I just had my appendix out yesterday. Gotta take a couple weeks off to recover, hoping I can still get to 300 by the end of the year 🤞🤞

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.

Jockstrap Party My boy and I have been having a lot of fun lately, very little of it safer fun. We hooked up with another couple a few weeks ago and had a blast playing raw. Jim and Dan are both a bit older than us, and both very vers. Jim has a sexy hairy chest and Dan is almost entirely hairless. Both of the guys fucked my boy raw and left big juicy loads in his ass. I was rawfucking Dan’s hairless hole at the same time as he bred my boy. They cradled my boy while I plowed their loads deeper into his hole before adding my own. We made a point to let the guys know we wanted to play together again. They invited us to a jockstrap party at a big warehouse bar on the outskirts of town. We went to work that morning, both me and my boy wearing sexy jockstraps under our slacks and dress shirts. The four of us met for a few courage drinks before heading to the warehouse. We stripped down to our jocks and shoes and checked our clothes before going into the main bar area. We had heard that things could get steamy there, and were more comfortable playing raw with friends than with strangers, so we tucked some single use lube packets into our socks and a few condoms. Dan said that might be a good idea as some of these guys were POZ and sometimes fucking happened at this kind of party. There must have been a hundred men there, some sweaty and rank, some squeaky clean. Jim and Dan knew a couple of the guys there and introduced us to some of their buddies. I assumed that they had all fucked around. They were nice, shook hands, groped crotches and butts, but were generally non-threatening. Jim went to the bar and brought back a stack of solo cups and a pitcher of beer. Dan pointed out a guy on the edge of their group named Sean. He told me he was a really hot top but to play safely with him… I assumed that meant he had some kind of bug or kink… Jim spilled some beer on my jock’s pouch while pouring me a cup. Of course, Sean made a bee line to me, knelt down and licked the beer, of course making my cock grow and stretch out the front of my jockstrap. Sean is pretty tall and beefy with a broad chest and massive nipples. He had on tall boots and a leather harness. He growled at me and smiled as he stood up thanking me for the free sip. As we stood drinking and chatting, Sean kept rubbing his crotch. I knew he must have had a big dick as his pouch kept filling more and more. Dan and Jim ran off to hang out with some friends on a private VIP roof deck, where I knew there would likely be some fucking action. We promised we’d head up soon. Sean leaned in and grasped me and my boy’s bare buttcheeks. He said into our ears, ‘Finally, I’ve got you guys alone!’ I laughed as we were hardly alone, there were at least fifty guys standing around. I knew he was flirting pretty heavily, but I figured we were safe in public. Plus, if we wanted to fool around, I remembered the condoms in my socks and thought how glad I was to have come prepared. I felt Sean’s hand getting closer to my crack, and I sort of whimpered, I guess. He grinned at me, then at my boy. He brought his hand to my boy’s mouth and inserted two fingers. My boy groaned and suckled them. This guy was clearly seducing both of us. Once his fingers were good and wet, Sean brought his hand back to my ass and started gently playing with my hole, sinking just his fingertips in, lubed with my boy’s spit. I must have thrown my head back, savoring the sensation of this stranger’s fingers teasing my hole, and closed my eyes. Before I could open them, Sean inserted his finger into my mouth. I sucked hard and he slipped two more fingers in all the way to his thumb. I thought I was going to puke, and gagged as he pulled his hand away. I knew it was going to go directly to my boy’s ass, and that I’d helped prepare my boy’s hole for whatever was about to happen. We stood face-to-face for a bit Sean he was really playing with our asses. He might have had two fingers in me a few knuckles deep. The way my boy was bucking, I knew he was deeper in his hole. My boy is much more of a bottom than me, and much looser, so it was all sort of going fine. Sean released his grasp on my ass and situated himself behind my boy, with my boy facing me. My boy was practically panting and shoved his tongue down my throat. He grasped my jaw with both hands and leaned into me. With his face in mine, I couldn’t see with my eyes what Sean was doing, so I let me hands wander. I put my hands around my boy’s slim waist and felt him grooving. He was driving his crotch into mine, but also his ass into Sean’s crotch. I slipped my hand into Sean’s jockstrap and felt a hefty drooling cock with a thick cold metal cockring at its base. My boy kept moaning as he felt that fabric-clad shaft grinding into his buttcrack. I pulled away from my boy. I tried to whisper into his ear that he was about to get fucked. With the booming music in the bar, I had to repeat myself, ‘If you don’t want to get fucked right here on the dancefloor, you should pull off!’ He might have misheard me and he just nodded. Then he shouted back into my year, ‘YES! Pull it out!’ I realized he thought I was asking if he wanted Sean’s raw dick as his hole. I chuckled knowing that he was hungry for to get fucked like a slut in the middle of the bar. My boy’s eyes pleaded, so I freed Sean’s dick from his jockstrap. I jerked his massive thick tool a few times smearing his precum all over his shaft. Sean kept grooving, but had contorted my boy so he was sort of squating with his ass stuck out for better access. I’m not naïve and my boy wasn’t acting like he wanted Sean to stop. I raised my ankle up and got out a condom and some lube from my sock. With my boy leaning against me for support, I tore open the condom wrapper and tried to lower it on to Sean’s throbbing cock head. He was shimmying around so I couldn’t quite land it. He lurched forward and the condom fell out of my hand and onto the floor. He lurched forward again a few times as I got another condom out and unwrapped. My boy was pushing back against Sean, groaning deeply, as I was busy trying to get a condom on Sean. When my hands were where I thought his dick was, I realized it was too late for a condom. Sean had slid his bare cock all the way into my boy’s ass. I told my boy, ‘He’s in you raw. Is that ok?’ My boy nodded and wrapped his arms around my head, kissing me hard. He clenched his eyes shut and let Sean use his ass. I felt someone tap my shoulder. It was Dan back from whatever mischief they’d gotten into upstairs. I leaned back so he could say something in my ear. ‘Good thing you brought those condoms. Sean usually only fucks raw… and he shoots toxic loads.’ He pointed to the wrapper on the floor. I just nodded, knowing that Sean was about to breed my boy. Sean started grunting and plowing my boy’s ass faster and harder. My poor boy nearly lost his balance. Dan helped support my boy as Sean moaned, spewing his toxic spunk into my boy’s ass. Sean pulled back, his cock falling out of my boy’s guts with a wet plop. Dan realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom and moaned as he dropped to his knees. He grabbed Sean’s cock and swallowed it all the way. Jim showed back up and saw my boy leaning on my and his boyfriend blowing Sean. I spread my boy’s cheeks and Jim saw how opened and wet it was. He shrugged and also knelt, tonguing the POZ seed off and out of my boy’s ass. There must have been ten guys in a tight circle around us. A few guys were jerking their cocks and one stepped up to me asking, ‘Your boy takes loads? Can I breed him next?’ I nodded and my boy opened his eyes grinning. He said to me, ‘It’s going to be a long night…’

Sunday night I was eager and ready to go after the activity that I had seen on Saturday at Hampstead Heath. While prepping, I have been playing on BBRT and was messaging in English Top that was interested in using me prior to Hampstead Heath. He told me he was on the way and would be happy to be the first. Turned out to be a super nice guy. We chatted and had a beer for a bit. after making out, he pulled out a decent 7 inch cock and told me to suck it. Enjoyed pulling my head closer in, causing me to choke on his dick as he got it deeper down my throat. He told me that I was bringing out his aggressive side as he spanked my ass pretty hard. We moved into the bedroom where I get started his dick some more Until he told me to ride his dick. He grabbed my throat while I was riding him sliding his pole up and down me. Then he flipped me over and took me from behind while slapping my ass and pulling my hair. He started to tell me how much he loved sluts and how he was going to load me up before I went to a Hampstead Heath. Soon he got me on my back and rammed it in holding onto my throat. I knew he was getting close as he pushed my legs further back and leaned deeper into me. He roared and rabbit thrust into me rapidly squeezing out every drop of cum from his balls. I cleaned him off savoring the taste of his cum and my ass. I thanked him for his load and continued on my journey. Within minutes of arrival at the fuck tree, I had a heavyset black guy grunting away while he used my hole. Then came a stretch that was the best part of the evening. After the black guy was done, A young, white, attractive, and athletic guy started to finger my ass. Another guy on the other side was jerking on my dick and also trying to finger me. I wanted to be sure that the attractive guy knew that I was interested in him so I pushed the other guys hand away. He had a nice solid 7+ inches of dick. It wasn’t the biggest or thickest dick that I’ve taken but it was rock hard. I sucked on it and deep throated him while he fingered me more. The bloke took out a condom and started to wrap his dick. I was disappointed but I thought “oh well let’s just go for it. My job IS to service men”. Slid into my cummy hole and fucked like young guys do; Rough with little finesse and wanting to drain their balls. After a while he stopped and pulled out and tapped me on the ass. I wasn’t sure if he had cum. So I squatted down and started to suck his dick. I still didn’t think that he had come yet. He remained hard. I got up, took his dick and slid it right back in my hole raw. He didn’t object. That young buck fucked harder and deeper with abandon while raw until he shot in me. He seemed to go crazy feeling the smooth slickness of my loaded ass. He shot gallons and cum started running down my leg when he pulled out. The guy that had been watching jumped on me and his semi-flaccid cock came rather quickly. I decided to take a break and walk around. Shortly afterwards, I ran into another young attractive athletic guy that had clearly just arrived. I checked him out and he checked me out and I walked over to another clearing in the park with a fallen down tree and pulled down my sweats. He didn’t waste any time. He pulled out his boner. I went to suck it but he pushed me over the tree. As I leaned over I heard the crackle of a wrapper being ripped and I thought “Damn, what is with the British and their condoms???“. Crazily enough, the same pattern happened. He fucked me for a while and then said he was going to take a break. However he didn’t leave and stood there looking at me. I got down and swallowed his nice hard 7 inches. I then turned around and did the same maneuver that worked on the other guy. Just shoved his cock into my wet and juicy ass. No resistance. Balls slapping my ass hard till he blew his load deep into my ass. Oh to be young and full of cum! After I cleaned him off, another guy that had been watching came over and started to eat the cum out of my ass. He alternated between munching on my hole and fucking me as he came and added to the DNA in my hole. We had also had an audience. An Indian or Pakistani guy had been watching us and entered me as soon as the other top was done. He didn’t last for a long time and came rather quickly with his small slender dick. After that, I got a little more action. One with a older gentleman that seriously looked like a leprechaun. When I squatted to suck his dick cum poured out of my hole. He had me on my knees in the dirt because he was so short. Nothing was as fun as the earlier fucks so I left. I had to get back to the hotel to shower and get my luggage for my early morning flight. Needless to say I got no sleep that night but it was absolutely worth it!

1. Tucker Broderick Doesn’t Give a Shit About You From where Sergei is crouched straddling the rooftop, he can see right up Tucker's shorts. He’s aware, too, that Tucker does this on purpose. Tucker bites down on a string of nails between his teeth, methodically laying down a shingle, pulling out a pair of nails and securing the oyster grey shingle in place. He then crab-walks up a foot or two to ready the nails for the next shingle. Between hammering, he looks up at Sergei in his wary, enticing way (the shit) and scratches his balls, also on display. Sergei glances down from his rooftop peak and secures his top ridge cap shingle. Since Tucker is close to laying the final, upper-most course of shingles, he’s pretty close to Sergei. His balls will soon be close enough to touch. Sergei has to look away. Sergei takes wire rim glasses from his shirt pocket and wraps them around his ears. The view from the roof of this Echo Park home is epic. The smog abated with last night’s windstorm, and today you can actually see Santa Monica. Past old Hollywood, past Beverly Hills, past Brentwood, right down to fucking Santa Monica beach, miniature palm trees and all. The blue expanse of the Pacific ocean is almost as blue as Tucker’s eyes. The view up Tucker’s shorts is even more epic. The sun slashes directly over his large hanging pink crown. In the dark cave beyond you can even make out a dark patch of pubes. Inside the shadow glints the thin metal P.A. piercing his dickhead. His crouch has his left leg bent up toward Sergei on the upside of the roof at a right angle. The other leg, muscular and taught, is straight out, balancing him against the roof’s pitch. The baggy shorts are long and droop open enough to let the warm afternoon breeze flap the black polyester silk, swaying his long, hanging ballsack in the same warm breeze. Sergei feels his own balls churn in his worn Levis. The breeze up here on the roof blows Tucker’s auburn hair off his shoulders. If not for his red cap it would blow all over his face, but the cap holds it down. He nails his last shingle at roof’s peak next to Sergei, then stands, scales back down the roof to his last course of shingles. Sergei quickly replaces his glasses in his pocket hoping Tucker hadn’t seen them. He feels they make him older than he is. His bald spot doesn't help. "Boss-man," says Tucker turning to him. Sergei shields his eyes against the sun, low in its descent toward the ocean. “Only got a few more in my row, then what?” Tucker voice is sonorous. Sergei learned sonorous in English class last night, and it describes Tucker’s voice to a tee. Deep and full. He has no right to have a voice so rich, when his is so scratchy with these foreign, garbled words always tripping over his tongue—or a face so striking he feels he's always caught staring. Admit it though: You’d spot Tucker easily in a crowd, even if he wasn’t just wearing shorts and tennis shoes and nothing more. He isn’t pumped up gym-built, but his torso’s a perfect V. His arms are cut like a bronze statue from working construction outdoors for him since graduating two years ago from high school. His chest is broad, tan and smooth; his chiseled pecs rise and fall with his breath while his foreman thinks what, indeed, was next. An invite for a beer after work? Maybe enough to have him once again pass out on the couch? Sneak a quick blow job that would not be mentioned in the morning? The breeze changes slightly so Tucker is now directly upwind of him. He can smell the suntan oil and body sweat. Being near-sighted, it’s the first time Sergei reads the words on Tucker’s red cap. Make America Great Again. A cloud of birds suddenly swoops close to the roof and scatters overhead. They gathers again into cloud formation and disappears over the ridge. Sergei sits back on his butt, seeing Tucker in a different light. “Really, man?” Sergei asks. “Fuck yeah. Trump that bitch, yo.” Tucker hears the disapproval, takes off his cap, reaches in the pocket of his shorts and takes out a black hair band. His face is impassive. He twists a pony tail, sticks the band over it, and puts the cap back on. He looks down at Sergei, asks, “You think owner-man would mind if I use his shower before I take off?” Sergei thinks about it. “You have towel?" he asks. Tucker nods. "You lock up afterward, okay?” “Da,” Tucker mocks his accent with a smirk and a wink. He knows what works on Sergei. At the lip of the roof Sergei's his younger brother Alexei—or Alex, as he insists now that he’s married a pretty American girl—pops his blond head up. He scans the two figures at the rooftop, tilts his head down slightly, raises his eyebrows, opens his eyes wide, and swears, “What the fuck? You guys aren’t done?” He eyes Tucker guardedly seeing how Sergei is eyeing him, or specifically—he knows his brother weakness—is trying not to eye him. “Come on, man. I told you I want to knock off early. Cindy wants to go to her parents' house and show off the baby. Sergei, she wants you to come too.” Tucker says, “Fifteen, twenty minutes, bro. Right, boss-man?” “Da,” says Sergei, spreading his legs out, straddling the roof, and hammers down another ridge shingle. Alex disappears down the ladder, while Tucker inches over to his last course of shingles. Squats. He’s maybe a foot away. Sergei stills smells him. It’s not lost on him that Tucker’s crouch exposes more than an inch of his crack. In fact, in the bright sunlight streaming down his spine, Sergei sees the brown swirl of butt hair blooming out of Tucker’s waistband. He even sees the parted canyon of entangled hair that disappears down into darkness. He follows a trickle of sweat traveling like a rollercoaster that falls into the canyon. He's staring again. This close, looking up at Tucker’s billowed back spread like a sail, he can’t tell if the tribal ink covering his back is supposed to be wings of an angel or wings of a bat. Tucker shuffles up another inch closer to attack a nail at mid-shingle. He’s close enough to see beads of sweat perched on the swirls of crack hair. He loves his brother but he feels trapped in his life. However crisply in focus the glistening beads inches away, tonight, and most likely forever, they’re out of reach. 2. The Closet Sergei and Alex putt-putt down the street in their nondescript coup. Sad! Tucker Broderick takes his day pack from the bed of his truck and walks to the house. It's weird, this house, you gotta admit that. He looks up at the scattershot pink structure, at its many angles and levels. Nothing straight about it, especially the owner, Alex had told him. Ground level's the one-car garage. The green door accordions sideways. A staircase to the left leads up the steep cliff to a stone landing where there's a glimpse of downtown Los Angeles. Mostly, though, the landing looks out to the flatlands of South Central. The front door is thick and arched, probably the original mahogany from the 1920s. A caged peephole and ironwork hinges so ornate he's surprised someone hasn't stolen it decades ago. Terracotta pottery with bougainvillea surround the stone landing. Large palms overhang making the area, even though it's still in the nineties, feel shaded and cool. The inside entrance is small but with the arched picture window above the garage expands the view to the hills of Hollywood and makes it feel larger than it is. French doors to the left are curtained and hide a staircase that leads to the main floor. Why cover the staircase? Seems bizarre. Lots of wallpaper on this floor. Printed bougainvillea and palm fronds again. Tucker hates coordination. Reminds him too much of mother. You might miss it but under the stairway a glass nob opens a camouflaged closet wallpapered over. A table stands in front of the railing with a glass bowl filled with loose change and keys. The stairway is not grand but nicely refurbished. He and Sergei had toured the house looking for the bathroom once before. He remembered there were many staircases, some leading to just one room. Yeah, weird like that. It was like someone one day woke up with a bright idea and added another room on a whim. That's how the house was. No real design, just a collection of whims. He remembers you go back to the master bedroom on the main floor to find the bathroom. He's taking his time today, though. He doesn't have real plans. No one's waiting for him. Here's the dining room on the main floor landing, a large kitchen is in back. He strolls through the kitchen, opens an ancient fridge to see what's cold. Milk, a half-filled bottle of Pinot Grigio, no beer. He picks up the wine, recognizes it as a decent label from a very old year. Uncorks it and chugs down half the content before he tastes that it's terribly bitter. Must have turned. Goes to the sink and bends over to sip from the faucet trying to get the bad taste out of his mouth. Back out in the dining room there's a small room to the left. It has an arched window that opens to a balcony, which overlooks the stone landing. Wallpaper in here is of large Chinese lanterns. There's a old oak desk in the middle facing the window. He peaks in a drawer. There's several manila folders. He pulls out one. Yellowed photographs of naked boys and men. None handsome but tough, some almost sinister. They look like derelicts, homeless men and boys, naked on mattresses passed out, drunk, drugged, under overpasses, in flophouses, a few which look like this room, same desk chair. He puts it back and closes the drawer. The house is silent except for a clock ticking somewhere. The opposite side of the dining room is the master bedroom and through it is the master bath. He looks up seeing dust play through sunlight from the great room upstairs. He wants to see the sunset. A set of stairs perpendicular to the dining room leads up to the great room. Not large but its double height ceiling gives the feeling of vastness. From here he overlooks the dining room, the silk table runner, two ornate candelabras, the dark painting of bulls on the wall. Three stories above street, he looks out to the city. The height clears the low canyons and expands out to see the city basin. You see the sailboats coming back into the marina for the night, a tanker trolls off the coast of South Bay beaches, Palos Verdes where he lives with his parents in the detached studio above the garage, all the way over to Long Beach with its oil rigs that dot the coastline. It's a rare day in L.A. when you see this much. The sun's still far from setting but there's the beginning of pink tinge in the sky. A ribbon of yellow follows the sun across the water. He figures it'll set in another hour. He'd like to be on the freeway by then. Opposite the window is a huge fireplace, not that one's ever needed in L.A. In front of it sits a couch. He flops down and kicks his sneakers up on a large coffee table. There's a silver tray with crystal glasses and two decanters, one clear, one brown. He picks up the dark one and smells very oaky scotch, pours himself a good amount in one of the crystals. Looks out to the city, toasts himself. He grabs his crotch for no discernible reason but simply because it feels good. He takes another sip, feels it burn his lips, tongue, throat, and then his belly. He's feeling exceptionally good and he's getting hard. He's inclined, against his better judgment, to whip out his hefty meat and beat off right there on a stranger's couch. A gong from a clock strikes the half hour. He swigs the rest of the glass and sets it back on the tray. He hops down the staircase and back to master bathroom. Palos Verdes where he grew up is filthy rich, but this bathroom he recognizes as old wealth; wealth from when L.A. was new. All original fixtures. Spacious. Pair of white porcelain faucets that read Hot and Cold at the sink, white tiles with a stripe of mint green at chest height. Hand-laid hexagon tiles in elaborate patterns cover the floor. The toilet's metal and huge, flushes with a pull chain atop a tank that sits at head height. It had been a long day. He lets his shorts fall to the floor and steps out of his shoes, puts his backpack on the counter. He opens the toilet lid. He's semi-rigid so he needs to carefully aims his piss over his P.A. He tilts over so it's aimed straight down, not splashing in random streams. He gushes powerfully for a few solid minutes, relishing the release and enjoying the loud noise it's making in the bowel. He shakes his dick a few times and goes back to the mirror. He pulls the band off his ponytail, shakes out his mane, and stuffs the band in his pack's front zipper. He's tempted to use one of the big white plush monogrammed towels on the rack. SM, reads the monogram. Funny. Instead, he takes out a small terrycloth beach towel he grabbed from home and flops it over the glass shower stall. He peers down and notices a lower drawer partially open. There's something flesh colored inside. He opened it up and finds a cone-shaped piece of rubber that then tapers down to a slab of pink rubber the size of a quarter. He's heard of butt plugs but never seen one up close. By all rights he should be grossed out but he isn't; mostly he's curious. He picks it up and feels its heft and density, where it gives, where it's rigid. It's pretty big. So fags put these up their butts? Why would you do that? He puts it back in the open drawer and rinses his hands. He gets in the shower and picks up a hanging metal hose. He gets what the nozzle's for and let it drop. He turns on the faucet and water spouts out the hose in a spray that makes the hose dance and clang around the stall. He reached up and turns a nob connected to the wall pipe that makes water run through the showerhead. He rinses the day off him. The spray feels like rain and the splatter echoes across the tiled room. He soaps his pits, his butt, his pubes. His got a full eight inch erection and it's soaped and ready to go. He gives it a couple of whacks, then holds his balls and starts getting into it. First he thinks of tits, huge tits swinging, wet and bouncy. Pussies pushed open showing pink and red. But then there's an image of the derelict man on a mattress under an overpass, his prison tattoos, a lewd pose showing off his dirty holes, another picture of a filthy boy reading a girlie magazine, cum on his stomachs. He's edging. He switches his mind to cunts he's fucked, sloppy twats, dry tight virgins, but they're pushed out, he's edging more when he feels the density of the buttplug, knowing it's been up someone's asshole, what that must feel like. He spurts hard and spurts hard again, right across the shower stall. A big wad of cum's running down the glass. He shakes and steadies his knees. He strokes himself a few times more. He contracts with each stroke. Then polishing his nob hurts and he stops. There's a bottle of shampoo on the floor. He picks it up and smells it approvingly. He rinses off his hands and lathers his head, massages his scalp, and then rinses his head back with the sensual streams running through his hair. Some soap gets in his eyes and he turns around and lets the water wash over his face. He rubs his sockets and floods his face with water. His body loosens; the soot, the sun, wash away until he's fully relaxed, freshly jacked and ready to head home. His dick's still hard. He shuts off the water. He clicks open the gold handled door and wipes himself with his beach towel. The owner's hairdryer sits next to his pack on the counter. He sets it on high, brushing out his hair with his fingers. Straight, parted in the middle, feathered to perfection—he's satisfied. His dick's still hard, which is increasingly weird, but looking at himself in the mirror he looks pretty hot. He thinks about taking a selfie. Nah, instead goes for his jeans and tee-shirt in his backpack. It's empty. He opens a back compartment. Also empty. He looks on the floor for his shorts. Missing. He's being punked. He put his knuckles on the counter. "Hey!" he shouts, echoing against the tile. "Cute, bitch! Not funny!" He smacks his hands on the counter. The only thing not missing is his red cap, which he puts on. He tries wrapping the towel around his waist but it comes up short. He goes out naked looking for the thief. He darts through the master bedroom into the dining room. Dusk's approaching and the wooden floorboards creak hollowly. Only thing he hears is tick-tock. "Hello?" he calls up to the living room before bounding up the stairs. The sunset has gone from pink to red, the sun a few inches above the water. He looks out to see if there's a car outside. The driveway's deserted. It's possible someone had parked in the garage but he isn't going out in his mini towel to find out. He thinks maybe he can borrow something in the owner's closet. He'd bring it back on Monday. And why won't his dick go down? The bedroom's in the back part of the house close to the hillside. It's cavernous and dark in here. He switches on a light which does little to fill the darkness. The light's maybe forty watts and the room's paneled in rich mahogany, which easily drinks up the wattage. The bed's enormous with pillars on each corners. Large eyehooks where the mattress meet the bedposts. He isn't liking this much at all. He finds the closet secreted within the wood panel. He opens it up and finds a shadowy gloom. He can't see a thing inside but senses it goes in really deep. He reached around the door looking for a switch and finds none. He enters cautiously raising his hand in the air hoping to find a light cord. A few feet in and he's still searching. It's probably the biggest walk-in he's ever seen—or not seen. About eight feet in his hand hits a small piece of chain. He tugs it and the closet bursts with a harsh light. Surrounding him is an enormous collection of leather jackets; beneath hang leather pants, some with, some without crotches; a row of various height boots stack against the back wall; above them a row of caps, a second shelf of masks, some with zippers for eyes and mouth, and a few gas masks; opposite the jackets are harnesses and vests, also some rubber shorts and tops, one piece is shiny rubber that would encase you from head to feet with only a few holes at your mouth and one hole for a dick. From the size of the jackets and pants he figures it fits someone tall and either extremely fat or exceedingly muscular. Neither he wants to meet. He turns around to leave but someone's blocking his way. He jumps back only to realize it's a full length mirror on the door that shut while he's been looking around. He wedges the door open and lets the light spill into the room. There's a dresser where he should find something, underwear, shorts, a sweater, something that will get him to his truck and out of here. In the first drawer he finds handcuffs and wrist restraints. A second drawer is full of rope and bandages. He started to get panicked and rifles through drawers several at a time. Blindfolds, ball gags, leg restraints, studded arm bands, cock rings, long metal rods, medical instruments that he can't even begin to think what they're for, jars of lube, a drawer filled with large and extra large dildoes, a box of small brown vials. The vials are slimy and smell off-putting. In fact the whole room has a stale scent of grease. Now that there's more light he can see the bed is covered by a large rubber sheet and streaked with grease. Art on the wall is of men with exaggerated nipples and massive cocks, fisting, fucking, and pissing on each other. They're signed Tom. The entire ceiling's mirrored. He sees himself on the ceiling looking down at himself, naked, cock still amazingly erect. Also reflected, taking up the entire doorway, a bearded leatherman smacking his palm with a nightstick.

Hot story.. wish that had happened to me

Chapter 16 The Evil Plan Little did we know at the time, the waiter was in the doctors room awaiting his return. He had been getting high and watching our session on a hidden camera that the doctor had in the bedroom. The doctor took another point, but instead of breeding, they plotted a celebration party for the two of us. The waiter said he'd definitely invite his father, and suggested that the doctor tell any of his patients with high viral loads to attend. He also suggested that he ask any of those currently on meds if they were willing to take a meds break, and join the celebration. The doctor thought that was an amazing idea. He said he was confident that he knew some that would be willing to take a holiday. The doctor reminded him that his patients were not there to infect or hurt the community by spreading hiv, but are their to share their seed with anyone who is aware of their status, and willing to take their seed. We fucked several more times that night, and I'm sure that the doctor and the waiter did the same. That afternoon when all finaly awoke, we all ended up in the living room buck naked. My partner and i arrived first, and were already having a drink. Mine was a screwdriver, which i remamed Screw Me, and my partners was a bloody mary, which he renamed Bloody Asshole. The doctor and waiter came down, and poured a rum and Coke. They said it was time to head to the islands, and the waiter retrieved a joint. We were already hungry from the nights activities, but the pot made us even more hungry. My partner suggested that we order a couple of pizzas. The doctor and the waiter decided on a Jamaican Jerk Chicken pizza, and my partner and I ordered a sausage and pepperoni one. While waiting, we grabbed some chips and kept smoking away. It was a nice break from the Tina. When it arrived,my partner answered the door buck naked with his hanging pepperoni between his legs. The rest of us were sitting naked on the sofa, playing with each other's cocks. The delivery boy grabbed it immediately. My partner invited him in, but if he wanted his cock later he better show his us his ass. The delivery guy quickly walked over to the sofa and dropped his pants to show his hole. We couldn't help but notice his fixation on the waiters tats, and quickly asked if he was toxic. This gave us some indication that he knew what he was talking about. The waiter just smiled and said three of them had HIV in various stages, and after last night there would be four of us with HIV. The pizza boy looked at me for some reason and said congratulations. He then asked if he could join us for a smoke, as he was on an hour lunch break. The pizza box plopped down between my partner and the waiter and as we were passing the joint, started sucking both of them. I then started sucking the doctors cock until the joint got to me. My partner told the pizza boy he was a talented cocksucker, and that his cock would be an excellent pozzing gun. He then told him if he was willing to take poz cock, and understand its consequences to leave his number, which he quickly did! After he closed the door, my we began eating. I was not just a pig in bed, but a food pig. My partner said he hoped I was not mad, but was hoping we had an extended family and that he'd love to have me infect the pizza boy. He added that if it happened, I would have to disclose to him that I recently converted, and that my seed was very powerful. I said I'd love that. With that he suggested we breed again. He said he wanted to put a rock up my ass, hoping it would make me bleed more. I just said whatever it takes, however we had to be careful about our usage of tina. I did enjoy the feeling of a rock up my ass as compared to smoking it though, and agreed to it. We retreated to our bedroom, and the doctor and the waiter retreated to theirs. Before my partner put the rock up my ass, he started to deeply kiss me. He told me he was super excited that we would soon be a part of each other, and even more excited that it looks like the pizza boy will be my first conversion. I just laughed and said, yea that was easy, but let's see if he follows through. Im not sure why i wanted the rock up my ass, as i was already super unhibited. I guess it was knowing it would likely tear up my hole for his venom to seep into me.The two of us fucked countless times that afternoon, confident that it would be the day I entered the Brotherhood! Next Chapter: It's Flu Season

Next Chapter: The Doctors Gift The doctor stopped fiming, and said he too had a gift for us and it was in the nightstand. We opened it up and found not only a bag of Tina, but a syringe. The doctor explained that he wanted our first session to be drug free as the excitement would be great enough. He continued by saying that he was not an advocate of Chem sex, as he's seen way too many become addicted to it. He said he hoped that would never be the case with us, but if it did, he was also an addiction specialist. The doctor said he wouldn't slam us tonight, but he would slam himself. We helped tie off his arm, he prepared the syringe, putting it in his vein, drawing back on the plunger until he saw some blood in it. He then quickly pushed down on the plunger, and untied his arm. As the drug was going directly into his blood stream, the effects were almost instantly. He immediately got between our legs, and frantically began sucking our cocks. As he was sucking, he was jacking his cock. The Tina did give him Tina dick, but after my partner and I both shot our loads down his throat, he positioned his cock on front of my mouth, and fed me. His cock may have not been rock hard, but he fed me an amazing load. He said it was the least he could do. The doctor brought up a point that my partner had mentioned early about transmission from blood. He said the quickest way to convert was through a toxic blood slam. He explained that he was confident that I would convert tonight, but that a slam of my partners blood would pretty much guarantee it. We both agreed that was a great idea. He then retreaved a new syringe, and drew blood from my partners arm. Once the syringe was full, he placed it in my vein and pushed down on the plunger. The feeling was so intense! I guess it was in my mind, but I immediately felt like I could feel my partners blood already taking over my body. The doctor said he was done for the night and was going to retreat to his bedroom. The doctor advised us to use his gift of the Tina cautiously tonight if we chose to. He stated that the power of taking the point for the first time was powerful. He stated that taking a point was not the only way to administer it He stated that there were several ways we could use the gift. The first was to use his gift. The first was through a booty bump, which could be used one of two ways. Dissolving the Tina and injection into my ass, or the preferred method of sticking a crystal In my ass. He said this method was preferred, ass could lead to further tearing of my hole. He then kissed us both, and said enjoy the rest of our night. After he left, my partner suggested that we try putting a rock up my ass, which I agreed to after he said the deep was already likely done, and that by doing so, it would only enhance our sexual experience. He then crushed up a rock, wondering what it would be like to snort it. He then mounted me again, and this time fucked me aggressively, with hot verbal talk, not romantic but things like your mine now you fucking pig. Although I loved it, I questioned it if he truly loved me, or was I just the first one that he converted? At that point, I really didn't care though. Next Up: The Evil Plan

They came around today after there early morning learning surf. They both bred me today. They want to meet again tomorrow after there lessons on surfing. They were more relaxed today as well,so I'm hoping to talk then into DP'ing me, they are huge cocks but they feel really good inside me. Daddy came first then the son fucked me for a got 30 minutes after and he really used my cunt pounded me hard before breeding me, as soon as he pulled out I had to clench so I could get my butt plug in.

Holy fuck she writes good stories. Top fantasy of mine 😍😍

Back when Craigslist was still a thing, I had put up an ad looking for tops one night when my husband was travelling for business. I didn't get any bites, but the next morning when I woke up there was a response from a guy who said he had to be on the road but if I responded before 6:00, he would give me a load. I dropped him a line. He responded with "address?" I sent it, and within 10 minutes, he was knocking on the door. He followed me to the bedroom. He pushed me down bent over the side of the bed and pulled my pajama pants down. He dropped his pants, grabbed the lube, squirted some on my hole, and slid inside. He was a respectable size but not huge; it was easy enough for me to take. He pumped for a few minutes and shot inside me. As he was getting dressed, I told him to hit me up anytime he was in town. He laughed. "Bitch, I won't ever think about you again after I walk out the door." Then he left.

As a rule, no. I don't get hard when I bottom. I get really aroused and my dick leaks gobs and gobs of precum, so much that my daddy always remarks on how wet I make his bed when he fucks me. He collects it off my dick and feeds it to me as he fucks me. Other partners have also reacted very favorably to how much precum they can fuck out of me. That seems a pretty clear indication of how much I'm into getting fucked. Great kissers and passionate making out gets me hard, having my nipples played with can get me really hard too. When it's time to get fucked I go soft, but the feeling of arousal doesn't go away at all. If anything it increases. Anyone who thinks "not hard" means "not aroused" should listen to how the bottom they're with actually feels over their own preconceptions. Not everyone is wired the same and no one should expect us to be. There are lots of things that might account for variations in erections and how it correlates with arousal. Our basic physiology and neurology, our emotional state, our intent when we bottom (whether it's to service breeders as much as they want, or to ejaculate ourselves), our past experiences of sex and sexual arousal (both good and bad), they can all play a part in how men respond when aroused and being fucked.

This is based on something that happened to a lad I knew, but for various reasons I've changed the details. ************************************************************** Alan was a new guy at work, recently graduated and moved down from his native Aberdeen to work in the city. He was a good looking lad, not quite six feet, naturally lean and with a cheeky grin. He was slowly growing out of being a hot twink, with a hot body and a cute, perky arse. He had dark hair and eyes, and turned a few of the girls' heads in the office, so I had no objections when he was put in the desk opposite mine. One day, I had to go out to see a client, and our chat finished about six o'clock. As it was a nice, warm evening, I decided to walk home, cutting across the park. It was about 6:30 PM when I looked up and saw Alan. I knew this wasn't his usual way home, but then thought it might be cool to take him out for dinner in a pub nearby. Not only would dinner in a pub save cooking, but one never knows what else might occur. I was some distance behind him, not sure whether to jog and catch up or send him a text, when just then he went into the toilets next to the footie pitch. I sat on the bench outside and waited. He was taking a long time. Other men were coming and going, and still Alan didn't reappear. I was sure it was him, yet had I been mistaken? Eventually I thought 'What the hell. I'll go in and check'. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dim light, but when I could see, I saw three guys at the urinals: one was a tall guy in his 40s, and two were younger lads who, I guessed, were from the local college. The eyes of all three guys quickly checked me out, then returned to what was making their cocks stiff: despite trying to be quiet, the wet sounds of fucking and the occasional grunt were audible from one of the cubicles. The door of the cubicle was open, and I could see the thrusting arse of a man as he plunged his cock into another man, who was bent over, and who's trousers were round his ankles, while he took it like a champ. Even unseen, I knew the guy getting fucked was Alan, I was sure of it. I went into the adjoining cubicle, in which, as I hoped, there was a glory hole that gave me a good look at the bottom's face. No doubt about it: it was Alan, and he was in bottom boy heaven. I caught the glint of lust in his eyes as he looked back and hissed "Cum in me, breed my hole." His body took the impact of his fucker's last few thrusts and, through gritted teeth, the unseen man moaned as he spunked Alan's ass. Alan, meanwhile, had shut his eyes and a smiled a cat-who-got-the-cream smile. I heard the top pull-out, and then chuckle as he zipped-up, saying as he left, "Go easy with that, mate." I briefly wondered what the guy meant, but then I saw it in Alan's face as the next cock pushed into him. "Too much, mate, go easy," Alan whispered, his eyes watering from the anal assault. "Take it, slut." "Easy! Go easy!" "Plenty of spunk in here to lube it up." Alan gritted his teeth and took what I could tell was a hard fuck from a big cock. A very big cock. I stood up on the toilet and looked over the top of the cubicle. There was Alan, bent over getting raw fucked hard by the biggest cock I had ever seen. It looked like a baseball bat was disappearing up Alan's boycunt, almost as if his boycunt sucking on the fat shaft as it made it's way into him. It must have been agony, but Alan clearly wanted it. Then I had a brainwave. I didn't want Alan to know I was there, but I had pity on him, and remembered the bottle of poppers I kept in my shoulder bag. I tapped on the partition, and passed them through the glory hole. Alan took them without a word. I heard the snap of the bottle open, followed by frantic huffs. Then Alan put his head down and ordered the top "Go for it." Looking over the cubicle wall, I saw Alan getting fucked very hard by a massive, relentless pounding cock. At first it was only half way in, but with the poppers, and Alan's say-so, the whole thing went in up to the balls, rearranging the poor kid's insides. I decided I wanted to get my cock taken care of too, but how to fuck Alan without him finding out it was me? And yet... I did want him to know. I had another idea, and again reached into my shoulder bag.

It had been a frustrating weekend of raging, dripping throbbing erection and no one with whom to play. Being responsible in the age of a pandemic SUCKS. Caring for others means not doing risky things with other guys' assholes, cocks and spreading their asscheeks too far. So I went to bed alone, early and during my meditation and contemplation time connected with an alien trying to contact a willing sex companion on earth. He easily walked through the outside wall and materialized on the edge of my bed. He was 6'4" about 200 pounds or less, 16" inches of flaccid reproductive organ that swelled to 10" around. He had a gentle smile and hands with three fingers. The three certainly knew how to work in concert with each other and gently push to the third sphincter in the flash of his smile. His universal translator was set for raunchy, rough, dirty sex talk and he was a total turnon. He said he knew his hand and arm might be a bit of hurt so he breathed on my ass and hole and instantly my pain was replaced by rippling pleasure and begging for a wider and bigger presence of his hands in my hole. I was amazed. He was pleased. The Universe was at peace and happy. So he pulled out a syringe-like device and said let me give you a little something special to make this more fantastic. A mere touch of the point of the needle to my arm and I felt that sense of amazement again. My hole opened several centimeters and I swear I heard the Hallelujah Chorus in my mind. He leaned forward and put the tip of his pulsating tongue alongside his forearm in my asshole and then wiggled his tongue and it extended about 9 inches into me and started to swell. He chuckled, I gasped and BOSH my cock exploded in strings of greyish white milky fluid. As I tried to breath and shift my hips to open up even more, he...... Allow me to introduce poignant writer and close friend of mine Tdansk, a horny, wild, vers bottom, PNP fist pig who lives in Omaha, and can be fisted/fucked morning, noon, and night.. Unfortunately, following some trouble getting set up here, I asked to post his stories here on his behalf as a way of reaching a larger and more responsive audience concerning his works. Please feel free to drop him a message or comment via NKP [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.nastykinkpigs.com/tdansk

18 when I got to college. My roommate loved to get stoned on pot and once after a couple of bong hits I took advantage of his horniness. What began was a wonderful sucking relationship when he'd give me loads - sometimes in the middle of the day or when he wasn't fucking his GF in his bed in our shared room. He didn't reciprocate but didn't mind me jerking off while getting him off. He was a football player and man he was fucking hot. Still remember the delicious taste of his Italian seed.

I couldn't agree more. Look at early TIM porn, with studs like Titpig, Tom Shannon etc, real men enjoying fucking like real men do, and now you have the polished and sculpted Greek torsos that don't reflect real man fucking the same way. Dick Wadd men were always great too

I continue to download @fans only or @onlyfans or whatever name it is going by from my torrents account. I stay away from commercial porn as much as possible (though Raw Fuck Club and Tim Tales (on occasion) can be good. What I have noticed are many of the guys that used to perform in studio produced porn have found their way to the "amateur" side. I especially enjoy the audio when I can hear them preparing, sometimes even walking in the front door as they arrive for the shoot, the small breaks in between scenes. It just seems more realistic to me, more like group parties I used to attend. Granted there can be gaps in filming, guys seem to "disappear" from some movies, or worse yet - they walk in front of the camera. I still enjoy these flicks over something produced by ...........you can fill in the name of the studio. I don't want to offend someone on here who may still be an active performer for one of these places. I'll stick with the "amateur" stuff as well..

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

I definitely prefer amateur porn. My favourite has always been anon breedings, especially with guys walking in on others in hotel rooms. Also massages that turn into fucks.

Sign up as a volunteer. You get a free voucher for a ticket and you pick if you want stallion or mare. Then when you see them post an event you want to go to, you email them right away before the lottery and you get priority for a mare ticket. Also, volunteering is the only way a mare can see the event. Right before they open the doors for the tops you see all the naked sluts bending over to spread their butt cheeks and show off their greasy assholes for literally any dude there who wanted to plow them, it’s was such a fucking turn on.

Yeah, poppers are a vasodilator, they used to be used for heart pain prior to nitro glycerin. Both can cause a head ache in some people, it's one of the side effects i see frequently in my patients i give nitro to. Poppers are fun though, nitro? meh. i've never been stoned or drunk. i've been around it my whole life, just never partaken. i do get a rush from poppers though, especially when a Top puts them under my nose and wants me to sniff them. i get very turned on when a Top shows a desire to affect me sexually, seduce, open... subtle approach gets me very open. But then a Top who kisses my neck or ears has a similar effect. When a Top is behind me and kisses my neck, shoulders, my ass raised up to meet Him, it's like a button that also opens me. Physical opening can be very connected to psychological opening for me.

Lt’s ironic since those are mostly weak men who think having soft, gentle sex with a delicate 110 pound girl somehow makes them more masculine than big muscular hard fucking, ass raping tops fucking and fisting the holes of other males. Since when has participating in any activity featuring women been considered “manly” lol Honestly as faggoty and girly as many cumdumps are, they take way more vicious an ass pounding and throat fucking than 99% of females. if you ask me, the most fem thing a man can do is fuck a girl.

As a top who loved to fuck a preloaded hole, all I can say is, "Thank you for your service"! Let's hope @TS1209 sees an activity notification and logs back in to read your advice, or maybe to post an update about their first gangbang.

I was 9 when I was first introduced to a man's cock. An older neighbor first started playing games in the bathroom with me, which led to WS and me drinking his piss. Then he taught me how to blow him and enjoy everything that comes out of a cock. I was cunted by him when I was 10. For the uninitiated, being "cunted" is when a boi learns that his hole has a higher purpose, and that is becoming a cunt and being used to help other men achieve their orgasm. I was glad for the introduction then, and happy that I got an early start and training on becoming a cum dump.

I started at way too young an age due to a pedo. I think an appropriate age would be when he is ready to explore his sexuality. Most GBTQ people I know start sucking on cocks during high school. The exceptions are the ones , like me, who were groomed, molested, or raped.

Nope, I craved the attention.

Most guys can fuck or get fucked as their dick and ass are in working order. It does depend who you're with of course. But yes I find vers/btm are 99% btm with every excuse why they can't top just once and return the pleasure after being fucked.

My old man. I was in my early single digits. He trained me to blow him, and in piss. A year later, he popped my Cherry. he died two years after that, but I had been set on a path that's made me the P-PIG I am today.

pervs, taboo, young luvers, incest, brother...

5. To the Elbow Duncan McCain's hands are much larger than Samuel's. Where Samuel's long figures thrilled Tucker when they curled into a first and uncurled across his prostate, Duncan's hands are having trouble getting through with even three fingers in his initial sphincter. Yeah, that much bigger. "I cannot do it, Master Samuel," he say. "The boy's much too tight for me fleshy paws. Sir Eli, might ya have a speculum on the premises?" "Certainly. A regular one and then a horse speculum, but I don't think we'll need that." He immediately goes over to the side table, opens the cabinet doors and withdraws one about six inches long. "I think this will do." He brings it over and looks down at the boy in the sling. "This is necessary, boy, for us to get you to the next stage, but you're going to enjoy every minute of it." Tucker's in a daze and peers up at Elijah and accepts what he says at face value not really knowing what he means. He instantly feels a cold, hard sliver of metal enter him. He looked down and observes Duncan's concentrated face, slowly pushing in the metal object. Duncan's expression is one of determination and enjoyment. You could tell he prefers being on this end of things rather than on the receiving end, rather than being an object taking other's cock on the fuck bench. The metal object's expanding, spreading Tucker's hole open, stretching him and exposing him like he's never even conceived of being exposed before. How perverse it is to have these men gathered round and watched as Duncan twisted the speculum open. One inch, two inches, then up to almost a three inch spread, enough in the spot light to illuminated Tucker's pink guts. He can't clamp shut if he wanted to. Each time he squeeze it elicits a murmur from the men. There's a lot of grease coating the hole, but still a lot of flesh that the men don't hesitate to stick fingers in and feel Tucker's colon inches deep. Brenner brings a candle over for all of them to peer deeply. Brenner tips the candle enough for a single drop of wax to hit Tucker's open sphincter. The boy hollers in shock. Elijah give Brenner a single look, and Brenner falls back behind Samuel. The metal has warmed and once the stretching's finished he feels excited that he's on display. Alan Riggs ambles up close and aims his flaccid dick at Tucker's hole. It takes a good few minutes for him to start his stream, but once it flows, it flows hard and strong. The warmth creeps over Tucker of the sensation of a fierce trickle peeing on one wall then the other. He not that out of it to know another man is urinating inside of him. Judging by his dick he's liking it. He' being used as a toilet and he sticks a finger in his hole to feel it starting to fill up. Duncan, too, is coaxing his hole to absorb the stream. He flutters two finger in the hole, pushing the flesh up and down, letting it drain deeper inside Tucker's track. "Think I'm needing to relieve the lizard, too. Would you mind, lad, if I used you like the toilet I know ya are?" Tucker smiled a devilish smile, which perks up Duncan's cock to no end. It's isn't at full hard on but engorged nonetheless. Duncan stand with his cock readied at the speculum entrance, then when he feels ready to start a piss, he slips several inches of his tool into Tucker's channel. The cockhead easily exceeds the six inches of the instruments, and in silent agreement Tucker clamps down on Duncan's mushroom head. Bearing down creates a secret seal between the boys. Several silent minutes pass with pleasure written all over Duncan's and Tucker's face. Tucker doesn't expect this sensation, however. Very quickly he feels himself getting higher. The euphoria he feels is like a jolt of adrenaline. His heart kicks up, and the sense of Duncan's head in his ass make him start to rock on his cock. His carnal feeling toward Duncan increases. With the contraption in his ass a true fuck isn't in the cards, but the residual effect of this piss makes him horny for whatever was next. He won't have to wait long. The speculum first is released, then carefully withdrawn. "Let see how ya feel now, boyo. Oh, aye, a nice stretch ya had, didn't ya?" "It feels so good, please take my hole, Duncan." Duncan starts with three figures, then easily adds a fourth, and then his thumb. His entire paw's still large for Tucker's newly fisted hole, but the chem piss that's coursing through him, is compelling him to ride the fleshy part of the thumb up and over, enjoy the discomfort, and quickly guide the hand pummeling down his chute. The sphincter closes on the wrist pushing the hand rapidly inside. He gasped at it girth and rapidity of which he's taking Duncan's hand. Duncan let it sit there while Tucker adjusts to what now felt like a giant potato in his ass. But it isn't a damn potato, is it? It's Duncan's hot fucking hand, and he couldn't be more pleased that it was this handsome guy that he now sees in the mirror above starting to slide in and out, slowing at first, but quickening the pace once Tucker can take it. When the rhythm's established Duncan begins taking him on the ride of his life. The swinging of the sling helps. He can see Tucker's not interested in him being gentle, and he's happy to oblige. New to fisting himself, introduced a few months ago when Samuel took him over the brink in this very sling, he knows traditionally it's part of S&M. It was only late in the seventies it was ruined by a book called Trust, which put the bottom in charge. He's learned Elijah and Samuel, coming out of the tradition of the Catholic church, that it's up to the Top to determine the pleasure/pain ratio, not the bottom, and it only advances a fistee to be able to take a fist deeper and wider, when the Top is in change. It seems like Tucker instinctive acknowledges this. Tucker closes his eyes and feels how much he could let Duncan penetrate him. As much, in fact, as Duncan wanted. A little at first, but when Master Eli brakes some amyl under his nose he feels himself not only open up to Duncan, but he's bearing down so that Duncan is able to get in him deep on each swing. Soon he's riding half of Duncan's forearm, and as he's preparing himself to bear down even more for the deepest invasion he can, his senses suddenly turn inside out when Duncan takes back control of the ride and ejects his entire hand out of his ass. His audible gasp takes the other by surprise. He yells to the ceiling not in pain but with elation. Another new sensation, during a night of new sensations, is born and he wants it again. "Oh, fuck, man. Do that again, sir." Mmm, Duncan liked the sound of "sir" and positions all his fingers together, and in one move, conquers Tucker's hole in a single stab. The hole's more than willing and he enters him and delves deep and once again withdraws it quickly. Tucker gasped again and flares his hole for Duncan to re-enter, which is exactly what Duncan does. The boy's hole is loosening and in so doing is putting the innards of his hole on display each time he's exited. Master Eli comes around to view the blossoming hole. "Nice. Look at those lips." He hooks a finger on the edge of Tucker's sphincter and pulls it open to show the others the beginning of a bloom. "Close your fist. See if he can take that." "He's just staring to open. Dunnot know if he's ready." But Duncan curls his fingers anyway. Samuel applies a handful of lube over his knuckles and wrist, and Duncan pushed hard at Tucker's entrance. It isn't going to be accepted until Eli brakes another cap under his nose. He holds it steady for Tucker, telling the boy to keep breathing in. On the third inhalation, the fist brakes through, as much from Tucker opening as Duncan pushing, and Tucker voices an intense rush of exhilaration. He holds up a hand to beg Duncan to let him adjust, but Duncan denies him, stays in charge, punching in deep, then pulling out quickly, and punching in again while he knows the lad's still rushing on the amyl. Tucker's letting out the usual "oh, fuck, oh, fuck," but soon it's turning into, "yeah, punch my fucking hole. Make it a slopping cunt." Duncan's sees Tucker's turned the corner to the dark side of fisting, not sensual but destructive. Samuel's taught him well. Duncan's right there, having led him to this next phase, with Tucker ready to get his hole wrecked. "Fuck yeah, pig. Gonna turn that hole into a gaping maw." Duncan whispers. "Yes, sir. Punch my cunt!" And they start trading fuck yeahs, and please more, back and forth, under their breaths, until Tucker is pushing out his hole to meet each of Duncan's punches. His lips spread wide and arch for Duncan's hand. Every now and then Duncan keeps his hand inside and drills him open further, twists and pistons, sending Tucker into heights of ecstasy. This lets Tucker open not only with his lips flapping when he finally pulls out of him, but allows his punches rhythmically landing deeper and harder, taking in almost three-quarters of his forearm. It's a mighty hard two handed punch he's gotten into, and all the men are dripping in the erotic air of a virgin hole being willingly raped in the light of the flickering fire. The ritualism is not lost on any of them. They view Tucker as a sacrifice and a totem of their belief in absolute pleasure. Samuel can't take it any more. He's spouting his long slender cock, foreskin entirely stretched back, and he saddles up to Tucker's ass. "Jack me off in him, boy. The cunt is perfect!" He slips his member inside and waits for Duncan to slide back to the entrance and grip him in at the entrance. The rectum is stretched larger than it's ever been tonight, taking both fist and cock, and Tucker's riding the trail of dopamine of his first punch fisting. He's ready and eager to have a cock and fist in him together, so much so Samuel can keep pressing until not only is his cock inside Duncan's fist but, with Duncan's help, both his balls falls into the receptive hole. Duncan's greasy paw has no trouble finding Samuel's balls and he's squeezing the hell out of them, Samuel not minding one bit. Duncan slathers him in grease, clamping down hard on the invading cock and balls. "Oh, fuck YEAH!" shouts Samuel. Elijah comes up behind Duncan and starts playing with his nipple. Riggs is getting too excited by the spectacle. He crawls on all fours under the sling and begs Duncan to fist him too. It's a circus act as Elijah grease Duncan's hole and slips his major P.A. inside the red head's slender ass. Brenner slaps his dick on Tucker's gasping mouth and the men become one orgy beast: fucking, fisting, jacking, sucking one central figure. And that central figure is wailing and moaning like a slut, with a cock in his mouth, nips tweaked, a fist holding his ass wide open, and a cock ejaculating and slathering his walls with cum. A hard slam, a breath from Samuel, then a second later another round of piss for Tucker's butt. Samuel jacks Tucker's cock lying in front of him and the boy, feeling every orifice filled, his brain recognizing he's being used as a cumdump and toilet, and with Duncan's arm now freed of Samuel's cock, is going up to his elbow. The last three inches easily open up and Duncan is fisting inside Riggs sloppy cunt and at the same time quickly into Tucker's newly stretched hole. When he gets to the crook of his arm he sees Tucker watching the entire spectacle in the mirror, and Tucker can't hold himself back. Tucker shoots and hits the mirror above and then with Eli fucking his own hole, Duncan shoots hands-free, spraying Tucker in the face. He's right in the center of where he wants to be. Eli rises on his toes filling Duncan with cum, which combined with Riggs and Brenner's early slop, white juice runs down his legs. Brenner floods Tucker's mouth with a river of spooge. Tucker relishes the taste and the sight of his face covered in cream. He licks his lips ready for what's next.

3. The Aquarium He's backlit so it's hard to make out the face but this is what he can see: his leather cap, with black shiny visor and chain that lays over it, almost scrapes the top of the door; there's a black beard, maybe with a touch of grey; the eyes are deep set and unseeable; leather jacket, black shirt, leather tie, leather pants, leather boots; a black baton that clinks against a ring on his left hand. "Not the kind of house you want to break into," says the figure. The voice is the essence of authority; calm, resonant, deliberative. The voice of a cop who pulls you over; the dread you hear in the doctor who has bad news; the judge who asks how you plead—final, unequivocal, no second chance. "Did you shit on the dining room table?" his first questions. Tucker's compelled to respond but at the last minute is taken aback by absurdity of the questions. "Wait, what?" He's incredulous, ignoring the fact he's naked and holding a box of the man's poppers. The whole situation is absurd. "I, no! I'm working on your roof, man. I'm one of the roofers." "You're naked going through my drawers is what I see. There's shit on my table. And I don’t employ roofers." He waves the nightstick, calling him out of his bedroom. “Let’s go.” "Huh? Dude, I just took a shower and my clothes are missing. That's it. Do you know where they are? I just want to get them and leave." "You think your clothes are in a drawer with my dildoes? I'm not telling you again." He beckons with the nightstick a second time. Tucker has no choice but moves toward the man who backs out of the door to let him pass. "Up the stairs," he instructs, pointing with his stick. Tucker takes a quick glance at the table. Jesus fuck, there really is a pile of shit on it. He smells it too. When he’s a foot away from the man, his fight-or-flight response kicks in and he decides to make a run for it. Naked be damn, he'll choose running naked in the street rather than stay here. He tears past the leatherman who only has to take one step in his direction, grab his ponytail, yank him back and crack the back of his knees with the baton. Tucker's crumpled on the floor. Leatherfuck pulls him up by his hair and tosses him like a doll toward a stairwell between the kitchen and the bedroom. "Up," is all man says. It's not the stairs to great room but through another archway, that, if Tucker has his bearings right, would be leading him into the side of the mountain, which seems unlikely but true. "Up," says the man. "I won't tell you again." Tucker staggers up the steps feeling the backs of his legs. Now he's truly scared. The man pokes his butthole with the nightstick. "Move," he orders. Tucker takes two steps at a time. "Dude," he's whining during his ascent, "I swear to Christ I just took a shower and someone took my clothes. Hey," Tucker says, turning around halfway up the stairs. "Whoever took my clothes probably took a shit on your table. He's probably still here. The door was unlocked, I bet, right?" "It was wide open. Move!" Tucker proceeds to climb but his feet are damp and he stumbles on the last step, falling forward. "Get up and get in that room." Tucker scrambles up holding onto the railing, sees the door the man intends for him to enter. "I bet he ran away just before you came in." Tucker turns the glass doorknob. The room is bathed in blue light undulating in waves filtered through the water of a large aquarium. It's dark except for the aquarium taking up most of the far wall. A small window is cracked open, but it’s on the mountain side of the house so no light comes in. On the other side is a single bed and nightstand. In the center of the room stands an old, ornate barber's chair. "Sit," the man says indicating the barber’s chair. "Please, sir. I apologize. I'm really, really sorry." He doesn't want to go in. The nightstick prods against his butt again. He turns around and pleads. "I just want to leave." He’s afraid he won't come out of this room if he goes in. "I work for you, man. Ask Sergei. Call him. I even asked if it was okay to use your shower and he said it was." The man's physical presence forces him to step backward into the room. Tucker scans the room, sees within the aquarium a large eel slip out of pile of rocks. "Were you in my refrigerator?" the man asks. "What? No. Yes, I drank some of your wine." The man is backing him deeper into the room. He hears the aquarium’s filter hum as he nears the chair. "My wallet's in my clothes. I'm sorry. I'll pay you. I didn’t drink a lot. It had turned, I think." He's totally creeped out by the dark grey eel. It's four feet long and tracking back and forth in the tank. Tucker looks up at the man hoping his eyes look pleading enough, but he's flashing on the cum on the shower glass, the crystal he drank out of and left unwashed, if he put the desk photos back exactly as he found them, the shit that’s not his on the table, how fucked he is in this stranger's eyes. "Sit." Tucker falls back in the chair and looks up to the man's face bathed in the aquarium’s light’s blue glow. His face is broad with wide set eyes. The brows arch menacingly. His nostril flare as anger washes over his face, then recede when his face becomes once more placid. His beard covers everything but pock marked temples and a deeply creased forehead. Between his thick brows a furrowed W forms as he scrutinizes Tucker. He has one silver earring on his left lobe. Tucker's uncomfortably sticking to the chair trying to move back away from him. The large chair’s cold, the brown cowhide’s tacky on his bare ass, and metal arms have straps, which brings him to a new level of anxiety. "You drank yellow liquid in my refrigerator?" Tucker nods apologetically. The man's burst in a roar of laughter. “Hope you liked it, fucker.” His mood’s lightened. He takes off his jacket, then his leather tie and throws them on the bed. "Your cock. I see. Strap your legs down." "What are you going to do?" His mind is racing. What choice does he have? The man's unbuttoning his shirt displaying a chest that’s incredibly ripped. His pecs are boulders. Even his nipples are enormous, unnatural, each the girth of a fingertip. "What was in the bottle?" “It’s keeping you hard for me.” The man's teeth shine blue. "Strap yourself in." "What? Why?" Tucker asks, confused. Looking down he sees straps at his ankles, thighs, waist, and chest. "Legs first," instructs the man. Defiantly Tucker shakes his head no. The man immediately strikes his nightstick down hard on the metal chair's armrest. Tucker barely gets his arm away before the rod strikes with a loud clang reverberating through the room. Tucker makes sure he's not going to swing the baton again, then folds over to take the two ends of the strap at his feet and loops one strap through the metal binding of the other. He does the same at his thighs, waist and then chest. The man sets the stick down with a clunk on a metal tray behind him. ‘Roid freak binds one of Tucker's arms down, once at the wrist and once below the elbow. He then slowly walks around in back of the barber chair and puts his hand on Tucker's bare shoulder. It's the first time he's touched by him and his large, cold digits engulf his entire shoulder, sending a shiver through him down to his erect dick. His ice cold hand runs down his bicep and the man binds his other wrist. "Chem piss. I’m guessing that’s why the dick," he says. His voice is calm, relaxed, even amused. His words are chosen and explicit. "How long have you had your Prince Albert?" he asks. There is a layer of seduction lying between his words, the phrasing, his cold breath on Tucker's shoulder. He comes around back into the blue light and places cold fingers on Tucker's erection, stroking him soothingly. "Almost three years." Tucker's not used to a man touching him. Still, his cock is rock hard. "When I turned eighteen. Sorry, man, can’t seem to lose the stiffy. Had it since the shower. Chem piss you said was in the bottle? What’s chem piss?" The man tilts his head and smiles blue teeth. Tucker is trying the read the man's face. One moment he’s amused, the next angry, and in the next lascivious. The wavering blue light makes it hard to get a fix. His size is obviously intimidating. He's gotta be one of those Gold Gym body builders. Muscles on top of muscles. Veins in the neck when he's pressing rows of huge plates, teeth gritted, grunting. His spread lats makes him look like a cockroach. The black beard hides most of his face, a mask. His eyes are dark, but Tucker’s seen the lascivious look when it crossed his face before. He sees it in Sergei occasionally—a marked intensity that scurries away when confronted, lays hidden beneath the eyes. When he was in high school, he and his friend Reed would lure men at department stores into back dressing rooms when they came across this look. Then on threat of an accusation of molesting a minor, being threatened to be turned over to security, they'd rob the dupes. Once Tucker even peed on one of his victims. Now that look flutters across the man's face, only this time there’s not one fucking thing he can do about it. The man puts a frigid finger through the P.A. and gives it a tug. "You must have had one of the first ones." He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants letting his pants fall to the floor. He steps out of them. A majestic meaty member flops around, surrounded with a black bush as hairy around his cock as he is hairless over the rest of his body. Smooth cut legs, rock solid veiny arms, slim six-pack abs, crowned by an enormous, thick double zero P.A. jutting out of his piss slit. "Malloy did mine. Did he pierce you? You’d probably be the youngest." "Uh, some girl in a store in Hollywood. Sarah something. I forget." "A girl?" The man examines him skeptically. "There's no women I know doing this. Malloy's the only one I know that's piercing." His nose flairs as he's breathing. "You lying to me again, boy? He doesn't know why the guy is getting worked up. "Uh, no sir. They got a couple of bitches piercing there." He's pacing back and forth like the eel in the tank. "Bitch did your wings too?" "No, sir. Geezer in Venice. Did it on the boardwalk. Kinda used me to draw in customers. Took two days." "You like pain, then?" He’s starting to flop his dick around in his hand, getting it hard. "Not really." "Bullshit. See this pentagram?" He bends his shoulder over to show Tucker. "Hurt like a mother fucker." His dick’s oozing a little pre, grown out now to maybe a good nine inches and still going. "You lay there for two days for that? You have to be one hell of a masochist." The man's up against Tucker's shoulder rubbing his fist and dick against him, with his other hand he’s pushing his head down to his cock. "Not that I have anything against a good masochist." "I'm not queer, man," declares Tucker, snapping his head away from the man’s giant woody. The man smacks Tucker's with his palm hard enough for spittle and a trickle of blood to splat out his mouth. "You calling me a queer?” He takes Tucker’s face in his large hand. “The fuck you're not. The only reason I didn't hand you over to the fuzz right away was because of that tattoo. I thought, maybe this boy might have some surprises in him." The man is holding back final judgment, searching Tucker's face. He's looking at him quizzically. "So tell me—boy who runs around naked in a stranger's house—are you Greek active or passive?" Tucker's lip feels swollen and he's looking at the man as if he's crazy, which he probably is. "What the fuck are you talking about? Your bat-shit crazy." Tucker thinks he might be hit again, but the man's pacing, not nervously, but in thought, deliberating. He stops. His eyes are fixed on the eel watching it swim back and forth. His eyes follow it like a metronome. The whites of his eyes are tinged blue. He speaks, staring past Tucker at the tank, "There's something off about you, boy, which I like. You talk like you’re from outer space. You're not like my other boys. But you will be. We just need to re-wire you." He's now pondering Tucker's dick. "Three years and you're still at a ten gauge, huh?" The man goes to the nightstand, suddenly enticed, decided. He takes out a small box and brings it over to the tray behind the chair. Tucker hears metal on metal, then something heavy hits the tray. "We have a long night ahead of us," he hears the voice behind him say, "but first things first." He wheels the tray around, also bringing with him a stool. "Anyone who shits on my table the night I'm giving a dinner party better have at least a zero gauge hanging between their legs." He shows him a massive piece of jewelry, a thick captive bead ring, one that will in no way fit his pierced channel. “You got a piece of meat where it will hang nicely.” He tugs the pull chain cord overhead and a bare bulb lights up the room. He pulls a lever and Tucker falls backward almost horizontal in the chair. His captor straddles the stool and scoots it close. He picks up a two-inch rod, thin at one end, tapered thick on the other, and applies a liberal amount of lubricant over it. He takes Tucker's P.A., bend it open and releases the small ball that holds the captive bead. It flicks off and rolls under the bed. The man pulls the opened P.A. out through Tucker's hole. He then takes the tapered rod and sticks the narrow end into Tucker's piss slit, feeling around till he finds the pierced tunnel and starts pushing it through. As the rod grows fatter Tucker starts squirming against his restraints. His hands claw at the arm rests, and as it gets to the thickest point he starts yelling in genuine pain. The small nerve cluster area scream out as they're being torn and ripped apart. The man pauses the stretch. "This will get you to a two gauge but not as big as zero. Zero gauge is like getting pierced for the first time. Did you enjoy your first time?" No, please, stop. No, I didn't enjoy it, but it was fast and it was over." The man moves the tray closer and brushes up against Tucker's ear. "Where's the fun in that?" he asks, and continues pushing the rod to its broadest width, lets it hang there agonizingly stretched while Tucker hollers, takes a breath and hollers again. "Almost done." And he passes the object all the way through. "Right on, right on," he praises Tucker who shudders, forcing back tears. The man examines Tucker's face, almost as if seeing him for the first time; searching for who he is, what kind of person is revealed through pain. This is the currency in which the man transacts. "Now, what's this about making America great again?" He reaches up and brushes his hands through Tucker's hair, calming the boy down. "I thought hippies hated America." The man runs his icy fingers over Tuckers face, feeling a single tear trickle down. Tucker’s trying to recover, breathing in diminishing huffs. "I have to tell you, I'm conflicted, boy. I do like something to hold onto when I fuck a slave, but truth is, I prefer them shaved, completely. Tell me, have you been collared and shaved before, freaky boy, with your tattoo and your Prince Albert? You must have had a Master. Maybe a few? A kinky perv that likes to play with stranger’s sex toys, that gets off on nasty pictures of filthy men. You want to be with filthy men like me? Your dick doesn't lie, son." Tucker's realizes he jacking himself in the man's hand, riding his cock up and down through the man's clenched fist. "You want to serve Master Eli?" Tucker stop his jacking, but Master Eli's not having it. He bends over and sucks Tucker's nicely cut dick. Tucker's hand splay out trying not to enjoy it but he feels he might nut any second. "I'm not into it, man. It's cool you are, and I'm not dissing you, but, dude...oh, shit, you’re going to make me cum." Master Eli releases his dick. "French passive. How about French active?" He gets up and offers his half-mast dick to Tucker. Tucker turns his head away. "You're are a tease, aren't you, my hippy-dippy prowler? Either that or you’re conflicted. One thing you're not, is not digging this. But I think all you need is to be opened up. Your limits pushed. Relax your morals. You do uppers? Downers?" Tucker shakes his head. "Not any of that shit. I’ll do molly at a club, sometimes, but that’s it." "You are a strange one, I have to say. Never heard of molly. But I have something that will definitely un-conflict you. They say speed kills." He goes over to the nightstand and opens a second drawer and brings out a syringe. "But I say speed liberates. It has all my boys anyway." Tucker eyeballs it from across the room. "No, definitely not. Dude, seriously, no needles. That's asking for AIDS, nada, no way, not into it. Listen to Nancy Reagan. Just say no." "What’s this AIDS? Nancy? The last governor’s wife, the actress? You come out with the strangest things, I think I want my friends to meet you. You’re a funny...dude. You sound like you're from another planets. But what I have here, son, it going to send you into orbit. Then you're going to belong completely to Master Eli. I guarantee. You won’t believe the things I’ll do to make you feel good, boy. Unbelievable things." The man runs his cold palm down Tucker’s chest to his stiff prick. The man flips Tucker's arm over, taps inside the crook, and jabs the needle in a juicy vein drawing a plume of blood. "Ready for takeoff, rocketman?" "No. Don't." "Just go with the flow, baby. Go with the flow." He releases a complete half gram of speed into Tucker's body. Tucker coughs violently, while Master Eli withdraws the syringe and bends over to lick the trace of blood. Tucker's head’s thrown back, his eyes lose focus, he feels a rush sluice through his body, in his ears, in his heart, in his ass. He alternates between repeating Shit and Fuck. There’s a high-pitched ringing in his ears as he’s rips through a tiny hole in reality that changes his orientation to the world. Wrong is right, hot is cold, Master is God, good is evil and evil good. His eyes focus back on the huge hulk that's in front of him. Thank you, he mouths while his Master takes up a very large two-inch rod, lubes it and sticks it into Tucker's pee slit. He finds the hole and pushes it in as far as the stretch allows. "Daddy's got to hurt you but then it will all be alright. If you want to cry it's okay. Be a big boy and it will be all over soon." Master Eli sports a raging hard on as he push the fattening rod further through the hole. He can see Tucker's face contorting in sweet, blissed out agony. He's fighting the pain as best he can, the drug careening through him is scrambling his senses. "Daddy's so proud of his boy. Almost through. Boy loves how much he penis hurts, doesn't he?" "Yes, daddy, hurt me." Tucker's face is twisted from too many sensations at once, his hands are clawing the arm rests. He's beet red fighting against his bindings and from the initial rush of the slam, his heart rushes blood everywhere. "Wait, wait! Please, it too much. Let me get used to it." "Daddy needs to finish, son. Daddy got lots to do. Daddy wants to show you off with a big boy piercing to the guests. Just a bit more and it's through." He pushes the rod another fraction of an inch, drawing a wail that echoes thunderously through the house, roaring through windows and chimney, through the canyons of Echo Park. A coyote high up in the brush recognizes a wounded animal and howls back an answer. Tucker’s head thrashes against the chair's headrest. Anguish is entwined with the drug, bringing him past shock, laying him out naked to a world with awe that is at once ecstatic as it is destructive to who he is, his logic of desire, where his sexual loyalties fall, what he wants—no—what he needs from now on out of the man deconstructing him. The man sees Tucker fall through another rush of the drug’s powerful pleasure, not only accepting his tormentor along with the administration of pain, but bearing through drug and shock, encouraging Master Eli to hurt him even more. Tucker looks in his face and whispers do it. With that final surrender of his soul the breach is ripped wide open, there is very little blood, and the circular ring passes through his piss slit and through the newly stretched passage. His head is back in a silent scream. "One last thing to do, my hippy boy, my beautiful, debauched intruder, who called me out and debased himself for me." Tucker sees through watery eyes his Master hold up pliers that are closing the thick ring onto an enormous bead. With a pressure that shakes his Master grip, the ball is sealed shut. He’s locked into the zero gauge. The ache is strong in his dick but the agony is starting to diminish. The chair’s straps are loosened and his Master's lips seal over his mouth. He wrestles a warm tongue filled with passion and lust. He's being lifted from the chair, cradled in the most powerful arms he’s ever felt. He utterly surrenders to a Master who will take care of him, provide for all his needs, who's lays him on the bed for the final act. Tucker unmoors himself from time and wallows adrift in the coolness of the turned down sheets, in the aquatic light of this unusual room. He's breathing underwater. His legs float up to his Master's shoulders. Something cold, wet and covered in mucous is being pressed against his small, tight anus. It pops in and he feels it slither into his rectum. He's waiting for it to start to hurt since this is all new to him, the territory virginal, but it doesn't hurt. He likes it, the viscosity’s soothing, his muscles contract and expand, inviting it to flow inside him as deep as it wants. He senses one hand being tied above him, then the other. He wants to be tied, he wants whatever his Master wants. He's being plowed deep and it's invading the most intimate parts of him, where no one touches, where no one knows, places even he never felt existed. So deep he feels his organs rearrange. His intestines are realigning, straightening, his body dictated by some outside force. His body is overtaken with pleasure; it’s no longer him but a primordial version of him. A cloth is tied over his mouth and knotted behind his head. He moans in ecstasy into the rag as the invasion transcends him to his core. He feels one leg lowering off a rock-hard shoulder, then the other, each tied to the bottom of the bed. He feels warm liquid spray across his faces. He sucks on the wet rag tasting salty remnants of warm spooge. He looks up to see Master Eli standing next to his head, flicking the last of his pale seed across his face. Strangely he still feels his entrails being invaded, wonders how that can be with Master hovering beside him. Master reaches between his legs and grabs the end of the eel and squeezes the tail to encourage its ultimate journey through his sphincter. The eel in entirely inside him. It moves forward generating a body wave that slithers up in one direction, and eases out reversing the undulation in another. Back and forth it drills within him. The body orgasms he releases over the next several hours while Master is away, are like none he's ever known or will ever know again. The door closes and he's left breathing underwater, internally erupting in breaking waves, over and over within the blue light.

Part 2 Alan took a hard fuck for nearly ten minutes from this mega-hung stud. The two students were still at the urinals, wanking their hard cocks in awe that this lad, not much older than were they, was able to take such hard abuse. Eventually, the frenzied fucking climaxed when the hung guy dumped his load in the boy. I realised my opportunity, reached into my bag again and pulled out a bottle of cologne and gave my wrists a quick spritz. I had a wicked idea in mind, and so did the hung guy, who ordered Alan to "Clean my cummy cock, bitch,". Then I heard them moving around next door. Sneaking a peek, I saw the guy who had fucked Alan was now seated on the toilet, and Alan's face was buried in the crotch of the big dicked man. That left Alan's arse up in the air, the hole open slightly, two loads of fresh cum slowly trickling out, only to be soaked up by the fabric of his jock. A nice touch, I thought, and wondered if he'd been wearing the jack all day around the office. I made a mental note to look out for it in future. I unzipped, pulled-out my cock, and got into position behind Alan. While I couldn't compete for size with the monster that had just been up him, still I knew my cock head juts out from the shaft in a way most guys love when it's pounding them, so I squished it into his wet hole. Leaning forward, more shaft went in, and I held Alan's head so he wouldn't look around, and to give him a good chance to smell my freshly-applied cologne. As if he could smell anything through the poppers and the cock now pushing insistently past his tonsils. My hips started bucking. I thought about the girls in the office who batted their eyelashes at him, eyed his buttocks as he went to lunch and giggled to each other when he left the room. If they could see him now - so cock-crazed he hadn't realised the guy using his hole as a cum dump was the same guy who sat opposite him at work. No names, no faces, even. And no condoms: the boy wanted the load, and no giggly media studies graduate who worried about her pedicure was about to give him that. I didn't want to risk going for the long haul and being discovered. In addition, I figured Alan was more into the load than the fuck, so I didn't hold back from squirting my pent-up spunk into his arse. After I blew my load, I quickly nipped back to the other cubicle to wipe down with some toilet roll, rather than run the risk of being identified. A student, meanwhile, quickly took my place. I actually wondered if Alan had noticed the switch. The kid was huffing on the poppers so hard I thought it was a possibility - I hadn't made a big deal of cumming, and we were all moving as quietly as we could. Just then, the furtive atmosphere was broken by the crackle of a walkie talkie. Into the toilet walked a policeman in full gear. As he took in the room, everyone froze. He was heavy built, mid thirties, and bearded. He looked at me, then Alan, sandwiched between the hung guy and one of the students. "Ok," he said into his microphone, "I'm in the ******** park men's toilets. Nobody here." The policeman batted the student who was fucking Alan away, saying "Move out, son. I haven't long. I'm on duty." I watched the cop pull-out a thick cut cock with a heavy PA through the helmet, and heard Alan cry out as it went in deep. "This your boy?" the cop asked the man on the toilet. "Nah," said the hung man, "I just found him taking loads today. Gave him mine a minute ago. He's a good sucker, getting me ready to fuck one of those lads." The look on the students' faces was priceless: lust meets apprehension. The cop grunted, came, and pulled-out, ordering one of the students to "Clean this. I got to get back." The younger looking of the two students went down on his knees and quickly cleaned the cop's spunky cock. The first student got back inside Alan and pushed the cop's load deeper. t looked like he'd rather be there than have to take hung guy's cock for round two. The policeman left, saying, "You've got forty minutes until the next patrol, and they might not be as much fun as me." He left, and the other guys rearranged, so that hung guy was pushing the student who'd sucked the cop against a wall, trying to get his thick cock into a very tight hole. I stayed long enough to watch him get it in - with a lot of pushing, spit, and complaints from the kid. But if you don't want ten inches up the arse, don't flash it in a cottage, I guess. I was a bit disappointed that Alan didn't offer the kid the poppers: we might have to talk about him being a team player in his next skills review. Just as the cop's motorbike purred out of the car park, I stepped out into the fresh air. It was still pretty light, and I continued my walk home, thinking 'So, the new boy at work is a bareback bottom slut. This could be interesting'. I wondered if I could keep a straight face when I saw him the next morning. Then I wondered if he'd be walking straight after that massive cock. I also wondered if he'd recognise the smell of my cologne.

Here's Part II of at least III... My boy and I sat sipping our cocktails as if nothing was out of the ordinary. In truth, we were about to be 'auditioned' for participation in the Bare Fuck Club. Two strangers were coming over to see if we had what it takes to become members. In the days leading up to this, my boy sprung wood every time I brought it up. I had fucked him hard as he begged for my load, telling me how much I was going to love watch other guys breed him. So, there we sat, eager and waiting. I suspected one or both of these guys might try to fuck my boy, or me, or both of us. Right on time, the doorbell rang, and my boy jumped up to answer. He threw open the door and his jaw dropped as he stared at the strangers on our porch. The older of the two men extended his hand and introduced himself. “I'm Brent, and this is Sam. We're here to speak to you about membership in our club.” My boy nodded silently and invited them in. Brent was about 6'-2”, probably early 50s, with salt-and-pepper greying temples, dark brown hair and eyes, and a powerful frame barely contained in a well-tailored three-piece suit. Sam was mid-20s, and very butch, with buzzed dirty blond hair and a closely-trimmed beard. He was wearing tight jeans tucked into shiny black boots with a nice collared shirt and a blazer. We sat them down on the sofa and offered them a drink. While my boy excused himself to mix two Manhattans, Brent started telling me about the Club. “A bunch of guys have been getting together regularly for over ten years now. We've been inducting new members as guys move on or get too sick to play. There might be ten guys at a meeting, or there might be twenty, depending on the season and their schedules.” My boy reappeared with the drinks. Brent went on. “The rules are simple. There are no tops or bottoms. Of course some guys mostly top, and some guys mostly bottom, but there's no getting away from taking a load every so often.” Sam took over the narrative, “Like me, for instance. I love fucking a cummy hole as much as the next guy, but how could I ever turn down Brent's load?” He chuckled. Their banter sort of reminded me of smooth-talking car salesmen, only really sexy and really dirty car salesmen. Brent opened his briefcase and took out two clipboards, handing one to Sam. Brent smiled at my boy and said, “I hear you've been taking Joe's loads?” My boy nervously cleared his throat. “Yes. That's right.” “You'll remember his tattoo. Some guys in our Club have their status plainly visible, but most do not.” “Um hmmm.” “And how long have you been taking raw loads?” My boy blushed and hesitated. Sam smiled and leaned forward, putting his hand on my boy's knee. “Look. If you guys want to join, you've got to be totally honest and upfront with each other... and with us...” My boy coughed a little and looked over at me. “Well, we've been together seven years. About three or four years ago, I hooked up with a friend while my boyfriend was out of town. I didn't tell him, and the secrecy made it hotter. I've probably fooled around with another guy every three months or so since then.” Brent made a notation on his clipboad, asking, “And did they all fuck you raw?” “Well, no, not at first. Okay, maybe every so often, I'd get caught up in the moment and let someone breed me.” Brent interrupted, “And how did that happen?” “Well, once, I let a guy take the condom off because he couldn't stay hard with it on.” Sam smiled, “Once?” “Well, more than once.” “And how did taking their loads behind your boyfriend's back make you feel?” “SO dirty... and so sexy.” “So you've taken, how many loads would you say in the past five years?” Brent asked. “Dozens. And I always felt guilty about it, but I was so hungry for cum I just couldn't stop.” Brent turned to me, asking, “And how did you find out that your boyfriend was cheating on you?” Now it was my turn to clear my throat. “I came home once early from a business trip, and saw my boy kissing a hot stranger on our porch as I drove up. I circled the block wondering what to make of what I had just seen. When I parked in the driveway, the guy's car was gone, and my boy was in the shower. I found opened condom wrappers in the bedroom trashcan. It sort of turned me on, so I got in the shower and fucked him.” “Bare?” Brent asked. “Yeah. We've always fucked bare.” “And you assumed you were the only guy fucking him bare?” “Well, yes...,” I started. Sam smiled saying, “Listen, anyone who will take one guy's raw load will take anyone's raw load.” He went on, “And you've cheated on your boyfriend too, am I right?” “Yeah, but only with condoms.” “Always?” “Well, almost always.” “Aha! Now we're getting somewhere!” Sam started making notes on his clipboard. “And how did that happen?” “Well, I travel a lot for work, and I was out of town for a month on a big project. One night in the hotel bar, this really cute frat boy somehow convinced me to buy him a drink. One drink turned into several as he told me about his girlfriend, and their problems. After the fourth or so beer, he somehow invited himself back to my room, and somehow, he wound up bouncing up and down on my dick. It all happened so fast.” “And did you breed him?” “I did breed him.” Sam made a note of that. Brent cross-examined me, “And how did you feel watching your boyfriend take Joe's cum?” “Fucking hot!” I smiled, adding "It was so sexy seeing him give over to his inner cumlust!” “Did it bother you that he hadn't told you about taking stranger's cum sooner?” “Well, maybe, but now it's out in the open.” “And are you prepared to see him take more cum?” I hesitated... “I think so...” “You've got to be sure,” Brent said, “for instance, would you be okay watching him take my load?” “And/or mine,” Sam interjected. “I would be okay with that,” I answered. Sam smiled at me and my boy, “Tonight?” “Any night,” I honestly responded. Brent wrote something down. “And would it bother you to know that one of us might be POZ?” “No,” I answered, remembering what Joe had said. “If my boy takes raw cock, he's going to get some POZ cum in his hole sooner or later.” Brent nodded and wrote that down. Sam asked my boy, “And would you be okay knowing your boyfriend might also take POZ cock?” My boyfriend nodded saying, “Yes. I've always fantasized about watching him bottom!” I had fantasized about that too, but I thought it so strange that we were having this conversation for the first time in front of two strangers, at least one of whom was likely to be POZ, and was also likely to fuck my boy bare that very night. It was Brent's turn to question me. “And would you also be okay taking POZ loads?” “Well, it's bound to happen sooner or later if we join the Club, so yeah. I think I could take a POZ load.” My boy seemed to let out a gasp of relief. Brent turned back to my boy saying, “And am I correct in assuming that you would also be alright with that?” “Oh fuck yes!” he said without hesitation. Sam noted my boy's response and adjusted the growing bulge in his jeans as he asked me, “So I know you've come to grips with your boy taking raw loads with you out of the picture, and Joe tells me you loved watching him take his load. How do you think you would feel getting fucked with your boy watching?” I thought for a moment before replying, “It would make me so hot.” Sam continued, “And what if you were both getting fucked at the same time?” “That would be great.” “What if he was getting fucked alone while you were unaware. Would that upset you?” “Not if I knew about it afterwards.” Brent asked my boy the same question. My boy grabbed my hand and responded right away, “I would love to know he was getting fucked and filled with cum, even if I wasn't there to see it.” He took my hand and thrust it into his crotch. Brent made note of that and spread his knees so that my boy and I could both see an impressive hard-on snaking down his left leg. Brent looked directly at my boy as he reached for his cock, stroking it through his trousers. “I think that wraps it up for the joint portion of tonight's audition.” He then looked at me, “I'd like to have a few minutes alone with your boy for the next line of questioning.” I agreed and my boy led Brent up the stairs to our bedroom... To be continued...