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Part 20 I was feeling great, and the memory of the previous day’s adventures was fading. The pain had gone, I was feeling horny and hungry, and those pics just lit up a fire in me. Gone those terrors I had the night before, the doubts that had been haunting my mind for the past week. I was rubbing my cock through my underwear, looking avidly at that cock pic he said he had taken live when he sent it. I was remembering that first time he had loaded my ass with his poz cum, just a few days ago, and I could not understand why I had been so freaked out all week long. “Make sure you’re ready at 8pm, boy! And prepare some change of clothes as you won’t be back before tomorrow!” he texted as I was jerking on his pic. I edged myself a few times, checking pozzing videos online and imagining it would soon be me. I got up around 11AM and figured I should eat something now in order to prep for 8PM. I grabbed some brunch and decided to walk around the city and explore until I had to get ready. With all the meetings, I had not had any time to discover the area, which turned out to be pretty nice. Beach, pier, a very nice afternoon with a constant boner thinking about his poz dick. With my hands in my pockets, I was continuously rubbing my cock, and was checking the time frantically hoping 8PM would come faster. I got back at my hotel around 5:30PM and started prepping, sniffing a bit of poppers from time to time. I was at the curb in front of my hotel at 8PM sharp. At that point, I was just too horny and excited to think about anything else but that dick and cum. The loss of my PrEp had escaped my mind completely. An old blue Toyota stopped right in front of me. It was him. He motioned me to get in . I sat by him and closed the door. “Look what you’re doing to me, boy!” I looked down and his dick was out of his pants, fully hard. He pulled me in and gave me a deep kiss, before pushing my head down to his cock. “Kiss it, boy.” I did and he put it back into his pants. “Soon, it will be all yours” he added as he started driving. We drove for twenty-five minutes until we got to a motel. We got out of the car and he told me to wait while he would get the keys to the room. He came back five minutes later and we made our way to the second floor into a double room. It was clean but old looking. “Make yourself comfortable, we’ll spend quite some time here”. I dropped my bag and went to the bathroom. When I came out, he had dimmed the light and he was naked. “Strip down to your jocks, boy.” he ordered. I took my pants and t-shirt off. I was just wearing my white jockstrap. “On your knees here.” I kneeled in front of him. “Open your mouth” I did and he spit into it before shoving his already hard cock down my throat. He started to fuck my face mindlessly, firmly holding my head from behind. I was trying to catch quick breaths between thrusts as best as I could until he pulled completely out. “Climb onto the bed now, ass up.” I did and he started eating my ass, pushing his tongue as deep as possible and making my hole all wet and sloppy. After ten minutes, he got up and lined his dick with my hole and started pushing the tip into it. “It’s time again, boy. You got already one poz load from me a week ago. But now, it’s one additional week without meds for me. My dick is more toxic than it was last time” he said while sliding in slowly. I could feel every inch entering my ass, with the help of his spit and precum. His poz dick was getting inside me and I was feeling strangely high. He waited to be fully in before starting to fuck me harder. I could tell he was horny as hell. After a few minutes, he flipped me to my back and shoved his dick right back in. “I want to look at your face, boy”. He picked up the pace and screamed as he shot his load. “ Turn around.” I felt something on my right butt cheek. “There, that’s load number one”. He had marked my ass. “Tonight, I’ll turn you into a Poz cumdump, boy. A poz cumdump who’ll beg for toxic loads”.

If you need more details feel free to ask. Otherwise I don't stop writing. Met 19 yo Ryan on Grindr for his first bj from a guy turned regular thing for the last 6 months. Now we're becoming friends. Met Brian not long after Ryan as businessman wanting bj at office. That turned regular and I find out Brian is Ryans dad. Has spycam setup where we play and Ryan has no idea. Now when I meet Ryan, I go right to his dads office after and take care of him. Last weekend Ryan and I did a gh at my house that I recorded. I preplanned it with guys i knew and had already met, but he didnt know that. While we were there i said "I wonder if anyone has done one of these and it ended up being their dad or brother on the other side and they never knew it" He said "its not impossible for that to happen." Then I said "What if you found out right at the last second, that it actually was? Then what? Then he said, he'd probably go through with it that whats the difference really? Now Ryans dad heard that and wants me to set it up. Ryan knows nothing still and Im not sure where to draw the line. I found it strangely hot when Ryan answered the way he did. So do i keep everything a secret and go through with it based on the answers? Do I reveal not the whole story but that i just realized that I was also hooking up with his dad and leave the details out? I didnt realize this would carry on and Im not a very good influence. lol

Hooked up with a guy on Sniffies. As we chatted I recognized him and we had hooked up about a year back before I got deployed to help with covid stuff. Cleaned out and headed over. He's 35 yo black male with a respectable 7.5" which is the sweet spot for me. Got on my knees and he quickly got hard in my mouth. At 7.5 I can dip throat him without difficulty. After a few min he held my head and my mouth filled up with cum. He twitches like mad as he shoots. Moved to the bed and we snuggled and after about 15 min I Moved down and he got hard again real quick. Face down on the bed and he took me balls deep. He's a great fuck. Not to quick, not to long just right so it feels great and doesn't get boring. I could tell he was getting ready to cum and he pushed in and I could feel him twitching. We repeated this until he had shot 5 loads in 2 hour. One in mouth and 4 in ass. Sucked him clean and we got to work planning out schedule. Sometimes the known cocks are the best Pic Is my ass after 4 loads.

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

Tried to make much older daddy wear a condom for my first time. He did, but when I couldn't get off after he had already cum he started to invert the condom and stuck it back in me with his seed now inside my ass. I came very fast after and he bred me proper later that night. Never went back to using condoms, and discovered bugchasing like the next month after

He turned around, pushed his shorts down and bent over, his cummy hole winking at the mustachioed man. Already hard the man wasted no time. He walked into the stall, closed the door and slid his cock into Luke’s hole. “Have fun kid,” Dallas called as he went back out into the bar. Luke groaned as another cock slid deep inside him. The new man was not as thick as Dallas had been but his cock was long and it pushed past Luke’s second hole. They both let out a long appreciative groan and then the man started to buck in and out of Luke’s ass. Once more the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom. Luke’s panting and groaning was clearly audible threw the door. Even more audible was the mustachioed man saying “Fuck yeah slut, take my fucking cock. I’m going to breed your hole.” Luke thought about Nick and the pier. Having already sucked Brett’s cock publicly and was about to suck four more. He thought about the freedom Nick described. With this strangers cock deep inside his ass, another strangers load sloshing around the invading cock, he felt like he was reclaiming a part of that freedom. The sexual heat that pervaded Nick’s writings now drove Luke’s own sexuality. He needed to feel that freedom and that heat. He needed to get as close to that moment as a he could. As the mustachioed man growled and started to unload inside him Luke felt like he was there. For a brief moment as another stranger filled him with cum Luke felt the massive amount of time between his present and Nick’s past contract. In his mind he was there, in the 1970s before all the fear and turmoil of the coming crisis, a sexual paradise. The older man kissed the back of Luke’s neck and pulled out his cock. He smacked it a few times on Luke’s butt cheeks and then he pulled his pants up and left Luke still bent over the toilet. Luke waited for a moment, and then stood up again. His back was stiff. He pulled up his shorts, pushed his hair back off of his forehead, and then walked out of the bathroom. Anyone standing close to the bathroom door knew exactly what had just happened, and anyone who had been paying attention had a pretty good idea. Luke walked proudly over to the bar, and sat down again. The bartender grinned at him, and handed him another beer. “This one’s on the house,” he said. “Oh, um thanks.” “It’s not often a guy your age come into this bar, takes two loads in the bathroom, and then sits back down at the bar like nothing happened.” “Maybe nothing did happen,” Luke said cheekily. “That seems unlikely.” “Why is that?” “Well from the little bit I heard through the door… I’m certain you’re sitting there with two loads in your ass right now.” “Ah, see that’s where you’re wrong.” “How’s that?” “Your count assumes I didn’t have at least one load in my ass before I came here.” “Give me your phone kid.” Luke pulled out his phone and handed it to the bartender. “That’s my number, and I sent myself a text. Next time you’re looking for some raw daddy dick text me.” “What time are you done with work tonight?” “Eleven.” “Text me, we’ll see if we can meet up.” “Even after getting fucked twice in the bathroom you’re still horny?” “You have no idea.” With that Luke finished his beer and left, heading back up to the hotel.

I have not heard from this guy in 6 months. He texted me and said sorry he had been in touch could he come over at noon I said sure and there he was He is 6’2” 36 with a thick 7” dick I had forgotten him we sucked each other and then he asked me to stand over bed. He came behind me and went right in. He pounded me for 5 min till he said was coming He shot a huge load up my ass I forgot how much he comrsy nice pre thanksgiving fuck

hapter 19: Pizza Boy Delivers. The night FINALLY arrived, and the doctor placed the order for pizza. He only ordered one, but eating wasn't what we had in mind. The pizza boy delivered quickly, and found us all naked on the sofa. He quickly stripped, and was rock hard. The doctor led him to the shower to make sure he was clean both inside and out. Pizza boy apparently loved his first experience with a shower shot, when they returned the doctor told him that if he loved that, just wait until our toxic seed was up his ass. The doctor told him he was confident that he was ready and willing to be gifted, and that my cock would be both the first and last to breed him. He continued by saying before that, he would have to breed me to prove his worthiness as a top. He then told him if he didn't seem worthy, I would be the only one to breed him tonight. I positioned myself on a fuck bench and simply said breed me bitch. Pizza boy spit on my hole and shoved his cock in me balls to the wall. Surprisingly he was a great verbal top, saying things like take my last negative load. He fucked me for around 20 minutes before unloading in me. After finishing I cleaned his cock, and instructed him to get on the bench with his ass up. He immediately complied, and I put a cruel condom on my cock. At first I teased his ass by just slipping the tip of my cock in. I wasn't sure if he could feel the probe on top of the condom, but moved my cock head around hoping he did. Before I went balls to the wall in him, I made him beg and convince me he wanted to be converted by me. Once I was confident he was, I gave him the fucking of his life! I was a fucking monster! I slapped his tight ass making it deep red. I'd pull my cock completely out of him when I thought i was close to cumming. I made him beg for it, telling him I wasn't convinced he wanted my toxic load, even though I knew he did. After about 30 minutes of intense fucking, I blew my toxic seed in him. He thanked me then cleaned my cock. I was somewhat of an ass, and said he meant nothing to me, just my first conversion. The pizza boy was overcome by what just happened, and we all had to laugh when he said I fucked just like the doctor! He then started begging the others to breed him, but the doctor kept him waiting. He told the boy he knew his ass was tight and needed some stretching first. The doctor reached into his trick bag which contained a number of various size dildos, and we all took turns on him until he shot a huge load. With that the doctor asked who he wanted to be the next to seed him. The boy indicated he wanted all of us to do it, but wanted the waiter to do it, as he was marked. The doctor said stupid fag. You are a dump, and have no choice! My partner then slammed his cock deep in him, saying that we had the sane DNA, and he was just a chasing whore to us. After my partner nutted deep in him, the waiter mounted him. The waiter told him that although he was a dump, he hoped that he would spread his seed to others once poz. Pizza boy just said yes Sir. After he nutted in him it was the doctors turn. After watching the doctor was super horned and dropped his load in him in less than 10 minutes. As I was the first, I would be the last to breed him. I was about to mount him, and the doctor told me to put the cruel condom on again. Granted i wasn't fond of using one, but I was conflicted. I knew it would tear his insides up, yet it would also make my cock raw and bleed. After I seeded him, the doctor suggested we head to the pool for some cocktails and our now cold Pizza. We headed to the pool and the doctor put the pizza in the oven to warm it. The doctor returned to the pool where we had a drink waiting for him. Luckily the doctor ordered an extra large pizza as we were all hungry. After finishing, the doctor told the boy he wanted his HONEST thoughts on the night first. The doctor then asked the boy if he was friends with Tina and the boy said yes, but didn't have a reliable source. The doctor said he now did! After a few hits, the doctor again asked him on his thoughts about the night. The boy said he truly desired huge cock I ike my partners and the waiter, but still enjoyed my cock and the doctors. He said it wasn't the size of the wand, but the magic in it. After a few more smokes the doctor said it was time for bed, and I agreed. The doctor and I were going to sleep together, yet room for another. The pizza boy said he'd join us, much to our surprise. He got in bed between the doctor and I with my cock positioned at his ass, and his at the doctors. It wasn't long before both our asses had a cock in them!

In the mid 1970 ties I became 13. I was full in my puberty and thrilling / loaded with hormones. Could not stop thinking about having my first real sex contact/encounter with whom ever. So found out by surprise that a local public toilet was used by gay's as a cruising ground. Had my first real sex contact at this public toilet in a cubical through a gloryhole with a much older gay guy. It was very unexpected but also very horny Totally thrilling and moste of all it was my first time and also first time Bareback. And it felt insane GOOD! And in the 1970 ties the use of rubbers was not mentioned at all. So lots of Bareback sex.

I definitely am the same way, starting same age and prefer to top poz guys .

I'm conflicted. The bottom line is at the end of the day, even though I'm really active, it is play and I choose to act out my fantasies. But I do have a real productive life too so I'm I guess part time piggy. As active as I am, I'm not reckless. Im all about acting out fantasies and think that adults are free to do whatever they want and I don't judge. Just because I think something would be hot, and in max horny mode Ryan seemed down with it, I'm not going to do it unless its more informed. Now, if I find a way to bring it up and he flat out says its something he would want, I won't discourage it. I need to find a way to put some of this in the open but maybe not all the details. I talked to Brian the dad and I'm going to talk to Ryan and tell him I just realized that I've blown his dad before. I'll see his reaction to that and then see how to proceed.

I would say THE raunchiest thing was something I did (and continue to do) over an extended period of time (years). l’m talking about training my slutty, sexy little nephew @T-Girl-Cumdumpster @gangbangsuperstar to be a pussyboy bareback cumdumpster, turned him into a t-girl/ladyboy whore, and turned the little faggot out. I found out from 3 of my buddies that they had picked up and fucked the same little twinky boy highschool whore (2 of them multiple times in their cars, one of them in a public restroom at the mall) that they met online and they had fucked him and were pretty sure it was my queenie little gayboy nephew. Not a huge surprise as he was very obviously gay and dressed very slutty even in grade school. (he actually had a letter sent home in grade 8 for dressing too slutty) So the guy who fucked him in the restroom made another appointment to meet him in a different, mall restroom and when he was fucking the naked little slut in a restroom stall I stuck my cock under the barrier and he my buddy told him to get down on his hands and knees and suck my cock, then he had the slut slide it up his pussy and ride it and I blew my load in him. When he came out I was waiting for him. then we decided that I would train him to be a good pussyboy. sol I trained the cumdump to be a bareback fucktoy, passed her pussy around with my buddies and started whoring her out online. But she is such a good slut that I had to teach her how to cruise for loads in public restrooms, parks and cruising spots and eventually started bring her to porntheatres and bathhouses to really learn what her throat and pussy are for. I even got a bachelor apartment in the gay village just to whore the bitch out of. l taught her all about being a bareback only fucktoy and taking anonymous loads from strangers, taking loads in public and generally getting used by men in whatever dirty, nasty ways they want. l also taught her to dress like a girl and become a T-Girl cumdumpster so I could get her fucked by more men. l gave her the motto “l have no standards, no pride, no shame, no rules, no limits and no sexual self-respect, who was born to suck cocks, get fucked and take loads from as many men as possible, no matter what age, race, looks, height, weight, or cocksize.” And if that wasn’t enough I set her up to secretly suck her own father's cock AND for her father to watch her getting gangbanged bareback in a bathhouse sling with a blindfold on. BONUS-l even got him to fuck her TWICE that night. When I moved to Thailand to run a sex club in Pattaya, I started bring her out her a couple times a year to work in the clubs as a gogo boy cumdump, then gradually switched to a full-time ladyboy cumdump. Now I’m gonna get her some cute breast implants. I have literally gotten my nephew fucked by thousands of men, all raw.

lf you were my son you would have started sucking cock as soon as it fit into your mouth cumdump.

Part 5: Daddy's Rules Daddy was starting to become a regular of mine. Like our previous meetings, I sucked his cock on the way to his place. I undid my pants and exposed my bare ass while I was sucking. It turned me on to be exposed for the duration of the ride. When we arrived at his place, I had few drinks. About 3 drinks in, I had a good buzz going and the room was just starting to spin. I felt a bit dizzy but daddy made me a fourth drink and told me to follow him. He started walking towards the stairs. I was excited because I thought this would be the first time we actually made it to the bedroom. Instead, we went to a door to side of the stair case. I followed to the door and realized the path led to a different set if stairs that went down to the basement. I stumbled a bit on the stairs and had to hold the rail the whole walk down. The basement was a finished rec room with some pretty standard stuff for that kind of space. There was some work out equipment, a pool table, a couch with a decent sized home theater set up, and another smaller bar area. I guess it was what you might call a man cave. We passes through another door into an unfinished area. Against one wall was the water heater and the furnace. But the rest of this area was clearly a makeshift sex dungeon. There were a few shelves along the walls and the boxes on top looked to be pretty normal. However, the middle shelves contained some more exotic items. There was an extensive collection of sex toys including dildos, plugs, gags, whips, and some bandage supplies. I finished my drink as daddy guided me to a cussioned platfrom that was hanging by some chains that had been anchored to the ceiling. Daddy helped me to quickly undress and lifted me onto the platform. He and secured my ankles and wrists with cuffs that were attached to the platforms chains. He then put a blindfold on me. The platforms was sized such that my ass was hanging slightly off one edge of the platform and my head was hanging off the other side. I could feel him circling the platform and eyeing my naked body. When daddy finished started to speak I was so horny that I was just agreeing to everything he said without thinking. "You're my little slut boy arent you?" he demanded I managed a meek "yes daddy." I heard a loud smack and felt a lightning bolt of pain shoot up my body. Daddy had just smacked my bare ass with something (I couldn't see but it felt and sounded like a belt). "I didn't hear that boy" daddy said menacingly. "Yes daddy! I'm your little slut boy!" I cried. Daddy hit my ass again with another loud crack. It was the hardest I'd ever been hit up to that point and I tried to wriggle away. The pain was searing and im sure my butt was already red and brused. "I have some rules you boy" he said as began to circle me "Rule number one is I get to use your body however I want, you can't ever say no to me." "YES DADDY!" I cried as he brought the belt down again, this time across my chest. I began sobbing uncontrollablly as he continued to circle. "Rule number two is that I control who you fuck. You will fuck everyone I tell you too and never fuck anyone without my permission" "YES DADDY" I cried out again. Daddy waited a moment then slapped my face with his hand. He pushed my head down so it was hanging off the platform edge and put one of his hands around my throat. He began choaking me while he grabbed his hard cock with his other and brought it to my lips. As I began to suck his cock, I heard the crack and felt the sting of the belt on my ass. Daddy had one hand on my neck and the other was holding his cock as he guided it in and out of my mouth. Daddy must of been plabning to share me with a friend and I had already agreed to fuck anyone he told me too. Daddies friend gave a few more smacks to my ass, thighs, and belly before coiling it up and setting it on my chest. As daddy continued fucking my throat, his friend started to play with my ass. He alternated between giving it a a few slaps with his bare hand, grabbing the cheeks and giving them a squeeze, and pulling them apart to expose my little pink hole. Daddy's friend pulled his cock out and started to tease my hole. There was no lube yet but I still enjoyed the feeling of a raw cock pressing against the opening. He spit on his cock and began to rub the head in circles around my ass. Just as it felt like I was about to open up and take his cock, he pulled it away and buried his tounge in my hole instead. I would have been moaning in ecstasy if I hadn't been distracted by the rough throat fuck I was getting on the other end. Between the alcohol and lack of oxygen, I was worried I might pass out. Daddy was really fucking my throat. He pulled out for a moment and held my head in place. As I coughed and struggled to catch my breath, anther pair of hands (from what must have been a third person) placed a damp rag over my face. I recognized the aroma from the small bottle I had been using and took a deep breath. I held a few seconds before I exhaled and took a few more breaths. I felt warm and dizzy and began to go limp. I didn't pass out but I was in a state where I wasn't fully aware of what was happening to me. I was tied up and powerless anyways, so I just let the feeling wash over me. Everything was blur for the next few minutes. I felt the familiar pleasure of big cock thrusting in and out my hole. I was too far gone to struggle against the cock that was fucking my throat. Whenever someone pulled away, their place was immediately taken by another cock. There were at least 4 guys, maybe more. They continued to use me from both ends like I was a sex toy. Soon enough I felt the first load shoot into my ass. He continued to fuck for a moment before pulling out and hurrying around to have me lick his cock clean. After he was clean I heard a voice tell me to push. I complied and pushed the load out. As another cock resumed fucking me, one of the guys came around and pushed a tablespoon into my mouth, I realized I had just filled it with cum from my ass and licked the spoon clean. I held the cum in my mouth to savor the flavor for a few seconds before swallowing. I quickly resumed taking it from both ends. As the guy in my ass moaned that he he was close, the guy in my throat grabbed my head and pushed deep. Holding me in place he began to quickly rock his hips back and forth while fully inserted. He was trying to cum at the same time as the guy in my ass. I felt a spurt in my ass as announced he has cumming. The guy in my mouth pushed deep and I felt a powerful contraction as he shot his cum straight down my throat. I felt at least 4 pulses from each, with each one alternating between my ass my throat. I swallowed as the guys swapped places and I began to livk the cum off the cock that had just been in my ass. After I finished cleaning it they swapped places again and I licked the cum off the next cock as the other guy directed me to push the cum out of my ass. Just as I finished licking the most recent cock clean, someone grabbed my head and another tablespoon of cum from ass was poured down my throat. As the others left, daddy began to speak again. "Rule 3 is you can never cum without my permission." Yes daddy" I moaned as he slid his cock into my ass. The pleasure quickly started to build as he fucked my ass. He was bigger than his friends and I was soon begging him "Please daddy, let me cum. I dont know how much longer I can hold back." "Not yet boy" he replied as he continued to fuck me. I held onto the chains and tried to keep myself from having an orgasm. But after a few more seconds my body began twitching and and spasming uncontrollablly as I felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. Daddy saw me cum but didn't respond. He just kept fucking me until I felt his cock twitch as he flooded me with his jazz. He looked down at me and said "I told you not to cum without permission" "Sorry Daddy" I replied. Daddy went over to the shelves and pulled something out. He took off my blindfold so I could watch as he placed my soft little cock into a chastity cage and secure it with a small lock. When I was hard I had a good size cock and I often got hard while I was being fucked. Daddy leaned in and said "I wasn't gonna do this, but since you seem to have trouble following simple instructions I think you need it." I stayed nude again and sucked him some more as he drove me back. I must have done good because I managed to get another load out of him. I got dressed in the car right before he dropped me off. As soon as got home I thought about breaking the lock on my cage but decided to keep wearing it for a bit as a reminder of the fuck I had just gotten.

Part 3: Cherry popped Once inside my life forever changed. Tom asked me to call him Daddy from this point on. And I had no problem with that. Daddy and I kissed passionately while we undressed each other. That's when I noticed a scorpion tattoo I had not noticed before. Daddy explained what it meant that he had HIV and said he wanted to share his gift with me. Instead of being scared I got excited and involuntarily shot a load of cum on the floor. Daddy then kissed me again as we made our way to what was to become our bedroom. Daddy laid me on the bed on my stomach and started eating my ass out preparing me for his huge cock. Daddy took his time and slowly worked his fingers in and out until I was taking four fingers with ease. My cock was rock hard again and so was Daddy's. He lubed up his cock and slowly slid it inside my aching ass. It hurt like hell at first but after a few minutes I was moaning like a cheap whore. Daddy went slow and was hitting my prostate perfectly. Since Daddy had already cum once he had great stamina. He would alternate between slow strokes to fast strokes which was driving me insane. Before I knew it I shot a load of cum into the mattress without touching my cock. This caused my asshole to tighten and Daddy shot a huge load in my ass. I was now injected with Daddy's gift. I used my ass muscles to milk Daddy's cock clean. Upon doing so I kept Daddy hard. Daddy got off of me and laid on his back while I got on top and rode his cock. I took my time enjoying every delicious inch of Daddy. I positioned myself so Daddy's cock rubbed my prostate at all times. I shot my third load of the night and still hadn't touched my own cock. Again this made Daddy's cock explode inside my ass and again he shot another huge load of cum. I fell against Daddy's chest exhausted. We kissed again and without asking me to I went down and cleaned Daddy's cock before snuggling up next to him for the night. I had taken three poz loads from Daddy in a few hours and I was so happy to receive Daddy's graduation gift to his new son. Saturday morning brings more sex and facing mom looking like a slut.

It is officially Schoolies week, where 18 years old have just finished high school and are partying, so I went do my local sex club and it was busy with horny 18 year olds. So I found a spot I like striped off and got on all fours, I would have waited probably 30 seconds when I felt a cock enter me, 2 minutes later the guy was cumming inside me, as he pulled out I suddenly felt another cock spear my cunt and start to fuck me me, he lasted all of minute before he was cumming, I lost count after the 8th cock that fucked me today, all I know is my cunt was full and sloppy with cum, it was actually leaking with my butt plug inside me. I love horny 18 year olds that just want to get there nut inside a hole. I will be visiting the club again tomorrow afternoon for my fill. I will also be writing on my ass No Load Refused.

Hey Lust brothers! The fuck and fist bottom pig will be poppered up (often in my custom leather black and blue pup hood) and enjoying sexual gluttony for the 10 days of Pig Week. We are staying at Cheston House again this year. Also, I am the demo bottom again this year for the Fisting Class on Saturday night. Come on out and learn about fisting and watch me get my slack stuffed in front of a room full of guys and then feel free to fuck, fist and milk me at the sex party after (or any other time/place you find my promiscuous ass). You can also find me on Twitter under JaredEriksonXXX. Feel free to DM me here or there.

39 loads taken face to face. 424 anon ass up face down with blindfold on. 463 loads so far.

Yeah, I think the senses are heightened with anonymous encounters.

A few minutes ago.Some real advantages to hosting a regular FB at home. my sweet Latino Muscle Top FB. He's doesn't talk much, or share what He likes, so i have to guess, don't wanna make Him feel awkward. Last time He was here i wore a pair of net open back panty things, idk, another FB got them for me, but it definitely brought some animal out in Him. Not one to wear stuff like that on my own, but will definitely wear it if my Top likes it. His profile on the site where we met says He likes panties and lingerie, so i dug a pair of black lace panties out of a drawer where i've collected such things. Not wanting to impede penetration, i cut a slit in the back. He sorta growled when He came in and i was ready and was ass up as always, wearing them. He had no trouble getting in... never does, i'm pretty accessable, but wow, it really brought the beast out in Him He was kissing me all over my back, which drives me wild, and He was pounding me like He was trying to get the tip of His cock to come out of my mouth. He spanked me quite a bit and ended up tearing the back out of the panties and mauling my ass. Fuck, He is the sweetest fucker, He never gets old. Pretty sure i have about a gallon of pre cum in me, He always leaves me sloppy, but i can feel the slippery feel of His seed when i move my legs. Fucking awesome. the panties brought the machismo out in Him, after He was telling em how the women He fucks are half my size, but He still conquers my hole and leaves me marked.

I've douched every morning for 20 years without any ill effects that I am aware of. When I am traveling and don't have the facilities to do this, I still have regular bowel movements without any issue. I also regularly take fiber supplements which helps with being clean.

Chapter 18: More Confessions The doctor came back to the room we were in and said the boy was willing and ready to be pozzed. He told us he had arranged a meeting at his place in 2 days. At that point we all high fived each other. The doctor told us he had other patients to see(d) and we should go now. We headed to the waiters place for some fun of our own. When we arrived, we immediately stripped and went to the pool where the waiter poured us a drink. My partner proposed a toast to me saying he was so proud of me. He told the waiter he wanted a few minutes private him with me, and he should jump in the pool, which he did. He got on a raft on his back with his cock fully erect. My partner planted a deep kiss on me and told me how proud he was of me. He said we wouldn't know if my seed would work on the pizza boy, but as he knew, the first was the most exciting, at least it was for him. He continued by saying it was even more exciting that we had become partners and would spend the rest of our lives together. Making love and being pigs with others. He said that a strong relationship would have both its good and bad moments, but it was most important that we were always truthful to each other. I totally agreed. With that he said he had something to tell me, and hoped i wasn't mad. He said that he had actually stopped his meds a week earlier than he had told me, and that's why his viral load seemed to get so high so quickly. Before I got a word in, he continued by saying that he knew that i was the one that he wanted to be his first conversion. How could one be mad at that? With that we both jumped into the pool with the waiter. He looked at us and said what are you too waiting for. We immediately both started working on his cock. After a short while he said let's fuck. My partner bent me over the edge of the pool and started to fuck me. The waiter then started to fuck my partner. Sandwichs are fun, but often hard to synchronize, and being in the water made it even tougher. My partner nutted in me, and the waiter in him, and we retreated to the bar. At the bar, I suggested that Tina join the party. The waiter said he didn't have any, but poured us a rum and Coke. He said he also had more Coke, and pulled out a bag and formed three lines for us. He said it would get us high, but not overly uninhibited like Tina would. Neither my partner and I had ever done Coke, and he explained how to snort it. The waiter was correct, there was a high, but somewhat different than from Tina. It didn't make us super horny which was important as we wanted to discuss the pizza boy. While we were snorting, the doctor showed up, stripped and asked where his line was. The waiter quickly laid down 5 lines. He told the doctor he had some catching up to do. After the doctor took his first line, we all did the second together. Fully relaxed we began to discuss the pizza boy. The waiter told the doctor he had a fucked up mind setting up the blindfolded breeding. The doctor laughed, and said he would have loved to be the one to infect him, bur knew it was my best opportunity to do so. I thanked the doctor and planted a deep kiss on him. The doctor said he felt good that the pizza boy was more than ready to be gifted. He told us that he set up a meeting at his place in 2 days. He said that we would all breed the boy, but insisted we follow his lead. The waiter said he couldn't wait to hear what a twisted scenario he had planned. Next Chapter: Pizza Boy Delivers

Part 19 I was in heaven. All those guys, with their attention on me. I know it sounds so egocentric to say, but at that specific moment, I felt I was the centre of the world. I had one dick in my ass, one in my mouth, and a few others just waiting for their turns. I could taste the precum and smell the sweat and excitement from all the men surrounding me. The guy behind me was thrusting in and out of my hole like a maniac while all the sudden I felt an intense pain. He had rammed his cock so hard, it felt like I had been punched in the guts. I screamed from the pain, almost choking on the cock I had in my mouth and falling down to my knees. I had never felt that before and all the excitement disappeared. It had been a promising beginning to the night, but I could not continue. The mood had passed so fast, I just left the group and made my way to my room, got dressed and ordered an Uber. Back at my hotel room, I just climbed into bed, trying to regain a bit of comfort. After a little rest, I checked myself in the bathroom. There was some blood staining my underwear, but I didn’t feel any tear around my hole. To this day, I don’t know what happened, and I still have no idea about where that blood came from. But all I knew is that I could not get fucked anymore at that moment, decided to call it a night and go to bed. While lying down in the dark, I started thinking about what was to happen the next day. Would I be able to get fucked tomorrow? What if I was still hurting? What if my excitement had gone for good this weekend? With the thought that I would be voluntarily taking a poz load again soon while I wasn’t able to find my PrEp, my mind was just bubbling. I thought I was going mad. Something inside me had been cut somehow, hence the blood. What if the guy at the bathhouse had converted me? I got scared again, thinking about ways for me to get out of seeing that poz guy the next day, or maybe get PPE - even if I knew it was already too late anyway. I kept tossing and turning in my bed, trying to put my mind to rest, until my stomach finally felt better. The pain I had had for the past few hours disappeared, and my brain finally calmed down. It must had been 1AM when I finally went to sleep. I woke up the next morning without pain, and with a big boner. It was 10AM, and a text message was waiting for me. Just two words “Good morning” with two pictures, one of his dick, one of a biohazard sign.

Central Texas

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

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/

Age 13

My vote goes for HAIRY .... the hairier the better: 1. The more hair surrounding the Hole the better it can retain/keep in place the Sperm it's taken. Some from one Cock may ooze out and mingle with Sperm from another Cock .... and Holehair helps hold the Sperm in place for increased eating enjoyment. 2. To my eye, at least some hair covering the cheeks is more attractive than plain skin. It's a visual treat - a reminder that it's a male - not a female - that's taking my Cock. 3. The darker-complected the bottom is, the more beautiful the Hole becomes, at least to my eye. Thick, rich, curly black Holehair is like the magnet to my "iron-filings" tongue. More, when it's been taking loads off other Cocks, it's almost hypnotizing. 4. Having no small amount of experience to back this up, I can say that the thicker/darker the Holehair is, the hotter the Hole will taste (before it's been Bred). Men with dark-colored Holehair simply have the best-tasting Holes; eating their Holes (even before they've taken loads) is like tongue-poppers. It goes without saying that once a Hole has taken the Sperm of a number of Cocks, it will taste all the better. Men of Northern European heritage have lovely Holes, as do men from anywhere on Earth, but pale-haired Holes just don't have the same taste-component that darker-complected men possess. 5. Of course, the hairier the Hole, the more likely there will be more body-hair too - which is always an attractive facet of any man.

“So why do they call you Puta instead of Puto?” Valentino asked, still snuggled under the covers to stay warm while Julio brushed his teeth in the mirror above the sink. Julio smiled in the mirror back at the sexy, somewhat innocent blonde. “Is better. When you call a man by a woman name, is two insults, not jus one.” He emphasized his point with his toothbrush. “Beside, dey only call me dat because das what I call dem. I don’t tink dey even know what it mean.” “What does it mean?” Valentino asked, seriously. “It mean ‘handsome’, very very handsome.” Puta replied with a straight face. Valentino nodded his head slowly in agreement. “Yeah, that makes sense. So you can call me Puta too.” Julio grinned. “Ay! No! It means whore, like a prostitute. Guapo is handsome, like you. You are guapo, muy guapo.” Valentino lay there with his mouth wide open in shock. “You… Ugh! I can’t believe I fell for that.” Julio walked back to the bed grinning. “Is what I like about you, guapo. You are very sweet.” “I’m not going to believe another word you say.” Valentino pouted, turning his head away. Julio climbed up on the bed on his hands and knees. “You are very sexy when you are angry, tesoro miso.” “Lies.” Valentino replied. Julio nuzzled Valentino’s neck with a growl. “Jess, like dat. Is making me want you more.” He kissed and licked his way up his lover’s neck, stopping his tongue at his ear to nibble and lick softly and slowly. In a soft voice he said “I think you are beautiful, sexy, sweet, a good man.” Punctuating each word with another lick, or a kiss. Valentino was moaning softly. “It’s not true.” He mumbled. “Is all true. You taste good, you smell good, you smile is like da sun when it rise above the ocean, you lips… mmm la fruta dulce…” Julio kissed his way over Valentino’s forehead with little pecks. He placed a hand on Valentino’s cheek and gently turned his head to look at him. He stared into Valentino’s eyes. “I am falling in love with you, Valentino.” The blonde closed his eyes and sighed. “Julio…. Please don’t play with me, not about that, okay?” Valentino was used to being disappointed. Most guys, at lease the ones he developed crushes on, were never interested in any kind of involved long term relationship. Sure, they loved having sex with him. He knew he was attractive, but his opinion was he looked boyish and not quite grown up. His ears stuck out just a bit too much. Not as bad as that guy Dumbo in the Bravos, but more than what he considered normal. He sighed. It didn’t help that he couldn’t suppress his eagerness about everything. He just wanted to jump in to get a task done, to learn the material, complete the training, pretty much everything. Even things he was reluctant to do, he just started immediately because he wanted to get it over with. So, he knew he came across as younger than he was. He even still volunteered way too much, which was a good thing and a bad thing. The other Charlies appreciated when he stepped up, keeping them from being assigned the duty. But it was getting to the point where he thought they expected it. “I not play with you about this, my love. At first, jess… we jus have fun.” Julio said, still stroking Valentino’s face softly. “But I see you are a very good person.” Julio sighed. “We not know where we go now, but maybe we don’t see each other again for a long time. I want you to know, Valentino, that I like you more than for jus fun. Is not bad to say how you feel.” *************************** Why did it have to be twenty two degrees out? At least the morning was sunny and the day would warm up above just above freezing in the afternoon. In the fucking dirt again, god DAMMIT. “This FUCKING SUCKS!” Demon shouted, expressing exactly what every single one of them was thinking. “Just think of that pussy you got this weekend, Demon. Happy thoughts.” Dumbo countered. “Yeah, well I’d rather be licking pussy than tasting this dirt. That was some good shit. Perfect tits too.” Demon responded with a little more calm. “Any ideas, Bootlicker?” Assmunch called out. The Bravos were currently immobilized, tied securely hand and foot and on their sides stripped down to underwear and tee shirts, scattered across the small clearing. “Yeah, I’m gonna have Wanker pull my dick out so I can take a piss on his ropes. Maybe that will loosen them enough he can get free.” Bootlicker answered. “Seriously, Bootlicker?” Wanker said angrily. “Hey, it’ll be nice and warm.” Bootlicker said with laughter in his voice. Half the Bravos laughed. “Fuck you, Bootlicker.” Wanker responded. “And fuck the rest of you too, assholes.” “Do it, Bootlicker.” Assmunch said. They had to get free, find their packs and gear where ever those guys had stashed them, and get warm. The clock was counting down. It was too cold to delay. “Pee on someone else. Why does it have to be me?” Wanker whined. “Pee on Weeble, he’s smaller, he can probably get out the ropes easier. He’s got little lady hands.” “You’re closer. I don’t want to crawl all the way over to Weeble.” Bootlicker said, already scooting his way towards Wanker. “Fuck my life. I hate every single one of you.” Wanker said in defeat. “You’re cut off, no more special privileges.” He threatened. “Aw, c’mon Wanker, don’t be like that. Some of us count on that.” Troll said. “We’re not the ones pissing on you. Hey, maybe you’ll like it, you never know. It’s a fetish some people have.” “Jess, Puta. Da Golden Showers. Lotta people like it, you maybe like it too.” Puta chimed in. “Just stop fucking talking about it!” Wanker shouted, making everyone laugh with the unhinged furious tone in his words. “I get to pee on you then, Bootlicker. Fair is fair.” Bootlicker laughed. “If we get tied up again, I’ll let you pee on me Wanker. Now reach in for my dick. It’s right there, feel?” “Yeah, I can feel your dick, you can stop humping into me asshole. This better work. Hold on…. There, it’s out.” “Here goes…” Bootlicker warned before letting loose. Wanker felt the hot stream pour over his hands, then it strengthened into a forceful flow. “Shit, it’s hot! Fuck Bootlicker, why is your piss that temperature?” “Temperature differential, idiot”. Bootlicker answered, grunting. “It feels warmer because you’re freezing. Shut up, I’m focusing.” “I’m free.” Weeble called out from further away. “Hell yeah Weeble, untie me!” Alaska responded immediately. “You can stop, Bootlicker!” Wanker exploded, trying to move away. Bootlicker laughed. “Sorry, can’t stop mid-stream, I have to finish.” Assmunch noticed the cloud of steam rising from between Bootlicker and Wanker as the hot urine splashed into the cold air. Well, Bootlicker was a dick, but Wanker should already know that. He couldn’t imagine how soaked Wanker was getting, Bootlicker was probably spraying all over Wankers back. At least he was getting a little warmth from it. And honestly, Assmunch thought it might be a fun thing to try with Kevin one day. Maybe. But in the shower, definitely not anywhere else. Wanker succeeded in rolling to his knees away from Bootlicker. Weeble of course freed Zeus and Sleeper first, then Sleeper untied Assmunch, and Assmunch went directly to Bootlicker and Wanker. Fun and games were fine, but no need to prolong Wanker’s torture. “It’s just piss, Wanker, settle down. It’s not going to hurt you.” He said as he undid the wet nylon paracord around Wanker’s wrists. “Doesn’t look like it was going to work anyway. I guess paracord doesn’t stretch when it gets wet like regular rope.” He looked over at Bootlicker, who was grinning. He already knew that, as Bootlicker would, of course. These two and their pranks. They’d sort it out between them. Wanker might be mad for a little bit, but he’d get over it. No one else wanted to play their kind of games, so they were stuck with each other. Holler and Alaska were already discussing figuring out where the men who’d done this to them took their packs and gear. Cellblock joined them, gesturing to the ground, then off to the west and the three of them split up slightly to head off in that general directly taking different routes. It wouldn’t be far, that much Assmunch knew. Probably 50 yards off in the woods, or less. The goal wasn’t to deprive them of their gear, but to make them search for it. Assmunch went over everything he remembered from the time when Major Collins turned them over to a group of fifteen rough looking men. They were transported several hours from Ft. Benning. Every time one of the Bravos tried to talk, they were shouted at to shut the fuck up, and these guys weren’t relaxed, they were serious, hard and unforgiving. They weren’t wearing uniforms of any kind, just basic khaki and desert colored tactical clothing. Every single one of them had facial hair of some kind, some full beards, mustaches, goatees. Definitely not active military unless they were SOF (Special Operations Forces). Those guys could do what they wanted and didn’t have to maintain grooming standards. When they reached their destination they were told to pack out for patrol, only given scant seconds to get themselves loaded up before ten of what Assmunch guessed were former soldiers began running off into the woods beside the compound they were in. There was no command, no order, but he knew the expectation was to follow. He began running immediately. The ten men were unencumbered by packs and gear and they set a brutal pace staying far enough ahead that it was extremely difficult to keep sight of them. The Bravos hadn’t run like this in weeks. They were also running on empty stomachs as they had been given no time to eat before they left the base well before sunrise. At least he’d told all of them to fill their canteens, even though the Bravos hadn’t needed the reminder. Any time you were told to gear up you didn’t dare neglect a single preparation. Sarge had taught them that with enough pain and suffering that it was now something they just did, every time. The message so far had been clear: the mission had begun and while they might not know the objective they were to operate as if they were in a combat zone which meant no questions, peak awareness, and act with deliberate attention. They would be told what was expected when it was time for them to know. Until then, pay attention. Assmunch memorized landmarks as he went, and he knew the Bravos were doing the same. An outcropping here, a hill there, this weird tree, following a ravine carved by washout during successive rains, a grouping of bushes that had vibrantly green leaves in the middle of winter. They were going overland in terrain, not taking a formerly beaten path, which made their exertion harder. Up, down, rarely level. At this pace, your knees, back, and ankles were likely to give out so extra care and attention were necessary to avoid injury. Two hours and extreme exhaustion later they were encircled in this very clearing and told to strip, which they did and then they were roughly restrained with knotted paracord as they were standing, their hands behind their backs. The final indignity was being shoved sideways to topple to the ground. The inexperienced might have been injured, but after Airborne they all automatically collapsed into a PLF that saved them from injury. They all just lay there grateful to have the rest this afforded after the insane ruck pace they’d just endured. Assmunch hid his surprise and how impressed he was when the ten men easily grabbed two or more of their packs and left the clearing. But that was useful information because he knew they were unlikely to take them very far before discarding them. Which also told Assmunch they were expected to retrieve them. Which meant they were expected to free themselves by any means necessary. See? There was information in every situation. He assumed when they found their gear they’d have a clue to the next objective. And if his gut feeling was right, it would be something they would have a very difficult time reaching before dark. If they didn’t achieve it, they would suffer for it, he knew. There was the slight possibility that a reward waited if they could succeed, perhaps the warmth of a campfire, a warm meal. So far, this was Infantry training basics: out for patrol, some form of ambush, a dirty trick to hamstring the platoon or squad, being pushed to force them to extend their limits… there’d be some sign of what they had to do next. The Bravos knew better than to call out when they found their gear, and instead Cellblock returned at a run. “Found it. We better hurry, there’s going to be a delay.” He said cryptically. Assmunch frowned when he saw what they were dealing with. All of their gear, every piece of equipment and clothing was strewn about, having been yanked out of their rucks before being thrown haphazardly over an area roughly thirty yards square. An area that didn’t have good drainage. Mud and ankle deep water everywhere. Up in the branches of several trees, more gear. “Let’s get to it, locate everyone’s blouses first, dry is top priority. No sense putting on trousers or boots yet. Chunk, Sleeper, Dumbo, Wanker, Holler, Weeble and Troll, you stay here and sort everyone’s stuff. The rest of you, let’s go swimming.” Every piece of clothing, every piece of gear and equipment would have someone’s name written on it in permanent marker. More information came from this scene of chaos and destruction: these guys weren’t going to make it easy on them. In fact, they were going to be worse than tough, they would descend to the worst levels of punishment and torture. Was it a test? Preparation? Did it matter? “Fuck, they destroyed the MRE’s we had.” Dimples called out, holding up an open kit that had several tears in it most likely made by a field knife. Yeah, this was definitely intended to be a level below hell. “Anyone seeing any sleeping bags? I haven’t come across one yet.” Fuck… if they had to shelter somewhere it was going to be almost impossible in this freezing weather. “Then let’s hurry up, the longer this takes, the sooner darkness comes. We need to be on our way.” Assmunch announced, pulling up a pair of underwear that said ‘Chambers’. Weeble’s. Fuck they were small. He chucked them over to the group waiting on dry land. “Cellblock, there has to be some sort of clue about what we do next. Find it.” “I’m on it, Assmunch.” Holler called out in his thick twang. “Nuthin thisaway, Cellblock. Might could be yonder.” Did people really talk like that these days? Assmunch supposed so, after all there was a real live hillbilly right over there freezing in his underwear talking in a whole other language of made up words and gibberish. Holler was an incredibly likable guy, fairly innocent and eager. It would be easy to base an assessment of his intelligence on his speech, but Holler wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t as smart as Cellblock or Bootlicker, but he learned his stuff as well as everyone else, maybe with a little help on the reading part. Assmunch suspected Holler had a reading disability. He had more than a little trouble struggling his way through some of the manuals they were given. But that didn’t mean he was stupid, far from it. Once something was explained to him, he connected the dots just fine. And he was clever. He taught everyone who didn’t already know how to place every element of their weapon in a specific order and place when field stripping so that it could be reassembled in the quickest time. Even if you were right handed, it was faster to put some parts with your left hand because re-orienting your weapon ate up valuable half-seconds. All of them practiced Holler’s method now and were within a second of each other in their races. Dimples, on the other hand, was a master at loading a magazine. Click, click, click, click, click…his hands moved so fast you couldn’t see him palm the next round before he pushed it down and in. Fortunately, their captors hadn’t been total dicks, and made sure the important gear and clothing stayed dry, but there was enough wet stuff that Assmunch wondered if it might be useful to light a few fires to dry the stuff out. But that would take time, and Assmunch had his intuition gnawing at him that time was something they didn’t have much of. It wasn’t long before they each had every piece of their gear and kit and they busied themselves with re-packing their rucks. “Figure it out, men, we have to move.” He called out, making the decision he knew he was going to make from the very start. Still, you can’t ignore the options and actually have to consider their usefulness. Doing that becomes a habit over time, and you might miss a critical element at a crucial time during a mission, so never skip the options part. No fire. Had they been left with food, it might have been useful to fuel up before patrol. “Nuthin, Assmunch”. Holler called out before running to his pile. “Not a thing, Assmunch”. Cellblock echoed from his search area. “Well fuck. Holler, pick your team. Guess we have to do this the hard way.” Assmunch grumbled. “Alray know.” Holler called back. “He knows which direction they went, or already figured it was going to be the hard way.” Cellblock repeated. Early on, the Bravos set up a system where anyone who understood what Holler said just repeated it in plain English. Most of the time, it wasn’t that hard, and Holler was making an effort to say things clearer, but every now and then he rolled marbles around in his mouth while he spoke. Holler smiled. “Yup, Yup.” “Both.” Cellblock said. “Good, I’ve got a bad feeling this is going to really suck, and we won’t eat until we reach our objective.” Assmunch said, causing a low murmur. “They say that in the Army, the biscuits are so fine, One rolled off the table, and killed a friend of mine.” Shark called out. The Bravos answered in cadence… “OH I DON’T WANT NO MORE OF ARMY LIFE, GEE MA, I WANNA GO HOME!” And from there, everyone called out their favorite verse. Pancakes, coffee, meat, Soon, they were following Holler through the woods and brush as he tracked their captors. It didn’t go fast because even when Holler darted up ahead, it could be a false trail. The group stayed at a deliberate, slow pace while the scout and his team investigated the signs of previous passage. Tracking Patrol was in the hands of the scout. The platoon only had to stay aware for signs of ambush. Holler’s team was reliable, consisting of Footlong, Shark, Silent and AF who had proven themselves time and time again to be the best at discerning the most minute indications. Tracking was a talent, not something that could be learned entirely from a book. Holler explained it was a a feeling you got, mostly intuition, and your brain put different signs together. Only in the best circumstances did you have a boot print in the mud. More often it was how the vegetation was positioned, it was thinking like what you were tracking ‘I’d stay on hard ground, so that way isn’t an option’, or ‘brambles too thick up there, I’d want to keep moving quickly, so it has to be that way.’ Game trails were great, and useful if speed was the need, which was usually the case for anything that was running away from something. If deception and ambush, or getting lost was the goal, hiding places, high ground, cover…those were likely to indicate direction of travel. Were your targets experienced or a novice? Choices would be made, different for each. Hundreds of small inputs that Holler said he didn’t have to think about anymore. He had a reliability scale in his head that just made him know he could count on a sign or indication. He came running back. “Eh split up”. He said. “Of course they did. What do you think they’re doing?” Assmunch asked, he didn’t even question Holler’s conclusions anymore. Holler shrugged. “Might could be they wanna come round n hit us from aside.” “Ten of them? Hmmmm. Seems unlikely, but I’ll have Demon pick perimeter scouts.” Assmunch replied. He received a single nod from Holler. Best to cover as many possibilities as you could. “It’s up to you, Holler. What’s our move?” “Eh know we followin’, eh want us ta, athink”. Holler grinned. “Athink we oughta not.” Assmunch chuckled. “You want to throw a wrench in their big plan?” “Yup.” “You got an idea of where we need to be?” “Sumkinadea” So Holler had come to a decision about what they needed to do. It wasn’t a 100% certainty, but he was confident it was the right thing to do in this situation. With an unknown enemy who definitely had a plan, most of the time you wanted to be unpredictable, choose the craziest safe option, something they might not have planned for. You force them to adjust and they might just make a mistake. “Cellblock, MiniHulk, Sleeper, Shark…”. Assmunch called out to his squad leaders, who came running over. “First, anyone know where we are? My guess is somewhere in Northern Alabama.” Assmunch asked. “Yeah, they brought us mostly north. If we’re over the Georgia/Alabama border, it’s not by much.” Cellblock answered. “Holler wants to change the game. Agree? Disagree? Options? Counters?” Assmunch asked. “Is our objective to find these guys, or fortify a position and wait?” Shark asked. “Holler thinks we’re meant to follow them but they aren’t making it easy. If we’re being led to an encampment they aren’t going straight there, which means they’re burning time. You have anything more, Holler?” Assmunch explained. “Yup, been goin nor’east, roundabouts, cept not drectly. Figger what we need gonna end up thar anyways.” Holler heaved his shoulders. “Howbout fuckitdoit? Caint be far.” Assmunch gazed at his squad leaders. The best thing about them was they all thought differently. Cellblock liked safe options. Sleeper was aggressive, preferring confronting a challenge directly, testing their limits, busting in through the front door with shock and awe. Shark was sneaky and brutal, if he could add a little damage to an objective he would. Shark never wanted to use a door, he wanted to blow a hole in the side of the building and go in that way. “Last thing they’re ready for.” He’d say. Shark and Demon got along great. MiniHulk was usually by the book, deliberate and precise, never in a hurry, chipping away at an objective and eroding resistance. And even better, they each defended their position with well thought out support. The four squad leaders were looking at each other, and Assmunch knew they were mulling over what they would do and comparing it with Holler’s choice. Sleeper was the first to respond. “Fuckitdoit.” He said. Cellblock crossed his arms and scowled. “Fuckitdoit” Shark agreed, shooting a challenge at Cellblock. MiniHulk looked at Cellblock. “What’s the advantage of doing it this way? Get there sooner? We don’t even know what ‘there’ is.” Sleeper crossed his arms to mirror Cellblock. “Give us time to recon, maybe catch them unprepared.” “You really think these guys are unprepared? Really? These guys?” MiniHulk asked. Cellblock waved a hand indicating the woods. “You know we’re probably being watched, right? They probably haven’t let us out of their sight the whole time. Whatever this op is, we’re the mice in the maze.” “All I know is, if we don’t follow their script we don’t step into their traps.” Shark replied. “Who knows what they have waiting for us?” “And how long do you think they’ll run us around in circles wearing us out? We can’t do this all day, none of us have eaten.” Sleeper shot back. “We can’t play by their rules. Every action they’ve made so far was to slow us down, delay us. They’re either buying time, or they don’t want us to find the encampment until they’ve decided we should.” “You’re assuming there’s an encampment.” Cellblock argued. “there’s SOME kind of base of operations. We just have to find it.” Shark said. “You sure it’s that way, Holler?” Cellblock asked, gesturing to the northeast. “Yup, gotta be.” Holler replied. “Here’s what I think. I think we’re being evaluated.” Cellblock began. “They are testing our skills. I don’t know what this whole thing is, but we know these guys are military, or ex military but they aren’t wearing uniforms.” This is the part of Cellblock Assmunch loved, why he was a valued squad leader. He dissected things, and then laid them out for everyone to see clearly. He had a perspective that weighed and evaluated the composition of a problem, narrowed down the possible solutions. “What if this is a Q course? We fail if we don’t go through each section.” “Then we immediately re-run it.” Sleeper answered quickly. “And they didn’t bring us through a gate, there’s no signs about a military installation, government property, we weren’t dropped off in a compound or depot.” Shark threw in. “Some secret Q-course? That’s not how it works.” MiniHulk put his hands on his hips. “What if this is a Special Forces course? It wouldn’t have all that Shark. There wouldn’t be some big sign “HEY, SOF SKILLS COURSE, RIGHT HERE!!!” Assmunch thought that was a good point. There were plenty of installations that weren’t broadcast as a military facility, just a basic chain link fence with no signage except ‘no trespassing’. But, even places like that had SOME kind of building or facility, even if it was a bunker in an otherwise nondescript hill. “I’m tempted to agree with Holler. I don’t like playing follow the leader. I don’t like playing by their rules when we don’t know who THEY are, or what they intend, or where they are leading us, what they’re going to do to us.” Assmunch began. “They didn’t instruct us, just set us loose. They WANT us to figure it out for ourselves. I think the reason they are just wandering out here, why they split up now, is they are waiting for us to make a decision.” he looked at Cellblock. “If this is an evaluation, it’s an awful lot of trouble just to see how we track an enemy and patrol over terrain. I’m assuming they already know we can do that. Now they want to see what we can really do. They want us to choose.” ***************************** Hidden in a tree some distance from the platoon was a man dressed in wilderness camouflage, and he was studying the Bravos while remaining immovable inside the evergreen branches of the large pine. No leaves of the deciduous trees blocked his view. The leaves had long since fallen to the ground. “Him. I want HIM.” The man holding binoculars called down in low tones. It was clear who he meant, the guy who seemed to be in charge of the platoon, the one everyone paid attention to. “Copy.” The man standing by the trunk answered before running off.

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It finally happened. I was perusing Grindr yesterday when I got a message from a blank profile. Don't you fucking hate those? Normally I ignore them or, if I'm particularly horny, I'll demand a dick pic to see if I want to keep chatting. But this one was different. The first chat message I received was, "2 tops here". WELL. That changes things. I decided to explore to see if they were for real, and if so to see if they could host. Hosting is difficult for me these days and that's usually where things go south - the top contacting me hasn't bothered reading my profile, so we get all the way up to arranging a meeting only to have him say he can't host. And my favorite is when he also can't travel! I like to engage guys early on with two provocative pics. First I send a picture of a raw cock in my ass from above. Then I send a shot of my ass with cum leaking from my hole. If the top is not into either of those I know I'll be wasting my time chatting with him further. In return I received two pics - one of a big black dick, ramrod straight without any discernable curve to the shaft. It was cut and had been slicked-up for the pic. It looked delicious! The other pic was of an even larger white cock, also cut with a nice upward curve. I began salivating immediately. After liking both pics I typed, "Raw only is that cool?" "Yeah," came the response. Then, "You poz?" I'm not, and I'm never sure how to answer that particular question. Some guys are looking for others who are poz. Others want to avoid playing with guys who are poz. So, I hedged my bet and responded with, "No, not yet." I waited breathlessly for the response. Would they block me? Go silent? In fact he did neither. Instead, his response was, "You wanna be?" Another potential trap. If I came right out and said 'yes' or 'no' it could be the opposite of what he wanted to hear. So again I hedged. "I don't refuse loads," I replied. A little flame appeared in the top corner of my message. He liked it! So, curious to find out who I was chatting with, I messaged him back. "You guys poz?" I asked. The picture of the beautiful black dick appeared again along with the message, "He is." That was all I needed. My hole twitched involuntarily and I felt a few butterflies in my stomach as I began to type my response. But before I could finish he added, "Come by." It was the middle of the afternoon and I was working from home. I quickly checked my calendar. It was wide open. I deleted what I had been typing and simply asked, "Where and when?" "Now," he replied along with the address. I checked the clock. While I surf the apps regularly while I'm working from home, I don't usually get hits that pan out so I never clean out until I have something actually lined up. I messaged him that I would need an hour, hoping that wouldn't put him off. "We'll be here," came the response. The butterflies increased as I rushed into the bathroom to clean out. I found myself wondering about the guy I had messaged with. He said his friend was poz, but what about him? Did he take a turn first, to stretch the bottom's hole and pump a neg load in there for his friend to follow? Was he also poz? I didn't even know if the poz guy was undetectable or not. I didn't care. I needed those cocks inside me, regardless of their status. I finished douching and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, then stuck my feet in some flip flops. I wanted to be able to get naked as quickly as possible once I arrived! Grabbing my little brown bottle, I headed for the door. Once in the car I checked the time. I was going to be about 15 minutes early, so I sent him a message to let him know. "We're here," he responded. I was incredibly nervous the whole drive there. Thinking back on it I don't recall much of the drive itself. My mind may have been so preoccupied that I did it on autopilot. But I made it safely and pulled up in front of a large stately house on one of the nicest streets in town. I messaged from the car. "I'm here." "Come inside. Follow the music," he instructed. I was only too happy to obey! I took a quick huff from the brown bottle to steel my nerves, then walked up the walkway and through the front door. I found myself in a huge two-storey foyer. Stairs ran along both sides and met at a landing on the second floor. Below the landing and directly ahead of me was a set of double doors. They were closed but I could hear the thump! thump! thump! of a beat emanating from behind them. Next to the doors was a table, on which I found a blindfold and a note that simply red, "Put this on and knock." So, that's exactly what I did. I felt a slight change in air pressure and heard the creak of a hinge as the door opened. "Damn," I heard an appreciative voice say, "you're gonna be fun." He led me into the room and I heard the doors close behind me. He grabbed my chest from behind and ground his crotch against my ass. I could feel a large and very hard cock pressing on my cheeks through his pants. "Let's get him naked!" a second voice said. I was glad I had worn so little. I easily kicked off the flip-flops then felt a pair of hands pulling my t-shirt over my head. At the same time someone else unbuttoned my jeans and they fell to the floor. "You're on video," the first voice said. "We're gonna record all of this. Tell me why you're here." I was momentarily taken aback. He had not mentioned recording me when we had chatted. It was not something that occurred with great regularity and I was unsure how I felt about having this particular encounter on video, but the die had been cast. I was the fly and I was already firmly in their web. "To get fucked," I replied. "And get pozzed," he added, putting words in my mouth. "Yes," came my feeble reply. "You willingly accept that you're going to be fucked raw and have poz cum shot in your ass?" he asked. My cock stiffened a little at his words. "Yes." My voice was firmer this time. I heard the click of a plastic cap and two fingers applied lube to my crack, paying special attention to my hole. First one finger, then a second, slipped inside me to make sure I was greased up. I was led forward a few steps until my knees encountered what felt like a mattress. They spun me around and seated me on the edge of the bed then pushed me back. One guy grabbed me around the thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the mattress - presumably to better position my hole - while the other pulled my arms above my head. Once I was in position, though, they didn't release their grips. I wondered why until I felt still more hands on me, this time shackling both my wrists and my ankles. What was going on? I tried to sit up but they easily held me in place. As soon as the shackles were on they hooked my wrists together, then connected a chain that pulled tight and immobilized my arms. Another chain was pulled across my midsection and drawn tight. It was not uncomfortable but it was secure enough that I knew there was no getting out of it. Then they bent my knees until they were nearly touching the mattress on either side of me and connected the shackles to the chain, holding my legs in the air and exposing my hole perfectly. It had all happened so quickly! I was confused and more than a little nervous, even a bit scared. But, I reminded myself, I had come to take a poz load, and they were making sure that happened. There was no going back now. Next a small mask was placed over my nose and strapped to my head. What was this for? I wondered. I resolved to breathe through my mouth but a faint, familiar scent told me what it was for: it was connected to a brown bottle so I could take hits whenever I wanted! This was definitely a moment where I needed that, so I inhaled mightily and held it ever so briefly before exhaling through my mouth. Then it began. There was no warning, no probing finger in my hole or cock stuck into my mouth first to get hard. A large cock simply slid past my sphincter and deep into my guts. Before I could even catch my breath he had bottomed out and began plowing mercilessly. Whoever this was, he put his hands on the backs of my thighs and drove me relentlessly into the mattress. An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped my lips. Besides that and his grunting, though, there were no sounds audible above the thump! thump! thump! of the music. At last he relaxed his grip and I felt the telltale pulses of his cock as he pumped his load into me. Was this the guy I had been chatting with? Was he lubing me up with negative cum so the poz guys could take their turns, or had I taken my first poz load? I had no way of knowing. His cock was replaced not by another but by a small, scratchy object. A toothbrush. They were roughing up my insides to make sure their strains took! It was exceedingly uncomfortable but only for about thirty seconds before it was withdrawn. A voice I had not heard before said, "Good. Nice and red." I lost count of the number of cocks that bred me that afternoon. Somewhere north of ten my brain went foggy thanks to the regular hits through the little nose mask. I had no idea how many guys were there. There could have been dozens, or there could have been a few who kept taking turns. All I know is that I was impaled by cock after cock and there was no way of knowing how much poz cum had made its way into my guts or which strains had begun working their way into my bloodstream. At last the assault on my poor stretched-out sphincter wound down and I could hear some of the guys getting dressed and leaving. I was left chained and blindfolded a while longer and when they finally released me, only the two guys I originally thought I was meeting were there. As I sat up I felt like I had been put through the wringer. Well, really I had been. I wanted to ask about what had happened, about how many guys had used me and how many poz loads were swimming around inside me, but I was just too groggy. Silently they helped me get dressed and on my feet, and I slipped back into my flip flops. They walked me to the door and the white guy simply said, "See you again soon," as he pushed me out onto the porch and closed the door. Dazed, I walked back to my car and sat there for a while until my head was clear enough to drive. I went home and fell onto my bed and into a deep sleep that lasted through the night. The whole experience felt like a dream, yet the dull throbbing of my abused hole tells me it happened. Now the waiting game begins.

I needed money. After finishing high school, I tried to hold down a couple normal jobs, at fast food places and the like. It just wasn't for me though. I can't stand routine. So I looked into alternative ways to make money. Online searches pointed me in one clear direction; I should make an Onlyfans. I always had guys staring at me. I literally could not go to the mall alone without guys clearly staring at my chest, ass, and god forbid I sit down in a skirt. I knew there were tons of creeps who liked me, so why not make a quick buck off of them? I started innocent enough, only showing clothed pictures. They were mostly skin tight things, and soon I put up a few shots of bikinis. Guys were clambering to buy my pics, and soon they were messaging me too. I'd get things like 'FUCK you're sexy' or 'Jesus I want to pound you', and the most common 'How much can I pay to see that pussy?' I had told myself I wasn't going to post any nudes, as I didn't want my face to get out there, but some of these guys were offering $100 for each pic, and I was lucky to get five bucks off the bikini pics. I tried to tell them no, and instead go further into kinky texting with them, but that just made them want it further. I now had a couple dozen guys promising me cash for nudes. Eventually I decided 'fuck it, my family isn't going to see me anyway.' and I took put up some nudes. Within days, I had made thousands. More money than I'd had in my whole life. This was the beginning of an addiction. Over the next several months, I got good. I knew exactly what to say to make a guy cum. I had practice with all my guys fetishes, and I was starting to develop some of my own. Even when I was away from home I kept my phone on me. I'd be riding on the bus while 8 guys were texting me what they wanted to do to my body. I had gotten so used to it, I don't think I could have lived without it. I needed these guys constant affirmation, and also their denigration. Past that, I also needed their money. I had gotten used to being able to buy whatever I wanted, and I sure as shit wasn't going back to the life of a poor young woman. My life started to change after a single event in a lingerie store. I had started to frequent this place to find more outfits for my fans. As I was browsing, I noticed this guy had entered, and was staring straight at me. I kept browsing, pretending not to notice. It was extremely creepy, but I also like the attention. Have I mentioned how I need guys constantly fawning over me? A few seconds later I look back, and he's still staring. Good, let him stare. I decide to bend over to view something on a lower shelf, which not-so-subtly lifted up the back of my skirt. I turn my head slightly to see if he's watching, and he is... coming over. He is literally walking over to me. I stand up straight. I was used to guys staring at me, and they'd often cat call me, but an actual conversation? I had spent so long texting, I didn't even know if I could hold a conversation in real life. Even in the occasional videos I made, they were always one way, where I'd talk to the camera. I tried to go back to browsing, hoping he'd walk past; but no luck. He walked straight up to me. "It's me, Dan, we chat all the time online.' I recognized him now. Not from his face, I have no idea what his face looks like as he only ever sent dick pics, but I only texted a few guys named Dan, and only one was a ginger. I hadn't ever seen an actual fan in real life. I have dozens of hardcore big spenders; even with that, the country is big, what are the chances any of them would live near me? "Oh, Dan, nice to see you." "Hey, you know this place has a back, right? How about you and I go over and do all those things we always talk about?" Dan asked. This was a definite no for me. My big secret was that I hadn't actually done anything with a guy, ever. I had gotten kind of good at pretending to give blow jobs, as I often had to suck a dildo in videos for guys, but I hadn't actually ever done that before. Also, Dan was a little crusty, and old. I tried to let him down easy. "No Thanks, I tend to get the most enjoyment from sexting." Dan was indefatigable. He said "Oh I know what you mean. I never cum from in person encounters." "Never?" I asked, skeptically. "A guy like you must get a ton of girls," (this was a lie) "and I'm sure you cum for some of them." "Nope" Dan replied. "I bet even you couldn't make me cum in real life." I tried to get him to back down by stepping forward so my lips were only an inch away from his face, then grabbing his crotch area. I could feel his raging boner. "Nope, not even you." Dan said. This fucking liar. "fine, lets go." I yanked him by his collar in the direction of the backrooms. I had never been, and I was surprised at how incredibly disgusting it was. Everything looked oily, like it was covered in an almost imperceptibly thin layer of bodily fluid. Unfortunately for me, I fucking loved being near other peoples bodily fluids. I pulled Dan into a room, shut the door, and immediately pulled down his pants. I was normally the sub in these fantasies, but this guy had pissed me off AND made me horny. I needed this cum. I pulled a bottle of lube out of my purse, worked it through my hands, and started going to town. I was trying to do get him to cum with the least amount of effort, as I didn't want to lose my BJ virginity, or worse, on something like this. Dan said "oh yeah, that feels good. But I'm going to need more than that." he started to reach for my skirt, but no, he didn't deserve that yet. I grabbed his hand and put it on my tit instead, then started passionately kissing his face. He smelt as bad as he looked, but I needed this man to cum. His breathing started getting louder and louder for a bit, but then it started coming down again. Fuck, I was losing him. I decided I had no choice now. I knelt down on the ground, grasped his prick with both hands (guys like it when it seems like you're struggling with the size of their member) and I started sucking. It was slow at first, only managing to get the head into my mouth, but as I got used to the taste I started pushing it further down my throat. After a few minutes, I had worked the whole thing in and I was starting to make the motions; up and down, while sucking and using my tongue liberally. Dan put one hand on the back of my head, holding me down. I could barely breathe, but I was so turned on by his dominance finally coming out. With my head so low though, I was at an odd angle to keep kneeling, so I had to stand my feet up and lean over to get a better angle. When I did so, Dan's other hand came in, grabbed me by a leg, and pulled my ass to him. He then reached his hand under my skirt and started feeling around my panties. "Fuck your wet." Dan said. 'Fuck me' I thought he's found my secret. "If you don't make me cum with your lips, you know what we'll have to use next?" He said, as he slid on finger under my panties. Fuck. I did not want to lose my virginity here. I started sucking faster, giving all my tongue and my hands into this blowjob. Dan stuck his second finger under my panties and started fingering my pussy. I let out a loud moan as he did. Without meaning, his prick somehow slipped even further into my throat so I was full-on deepthroating him. I couldn't even breath as he is rapidly sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy while his other hand is still slamming me down on his cock. Finally, I feel him expand. I know what that means. I let out a moan of ecstasy as he explodes in my mouth. I relish ever drop of that delicious, salty victory. "God damn. That was so fucking hot." Dan said, sliding back in his seat. He looked dead from the experience. I stand up, satisfied in myself, though also extremely horny. I can satisfy myself though, as normal. I move to leave, and I notice Dan's bag by the door. It was positioned on the only other chair, and oddly, his phone seemed to be popping out of the top. I look behind me; Dan literally looks like he passed out. I decide to take a peak and I pull out his phone. As I turn it around, I realize the camera is on. This mother fucker was recording the whole thing. What the fuck?!? Well fuck him if he thinks he can record me for his own profit. I quickly send the video to me, then delete it from his phone and leave. On the ride home, I find a spot in the back of the bus and watch the video. It is so fucking hot. I could barely keep from masturbating right there on the bus. Somehow, I make it home and do my business. Afterwards, I get to thinking though, this is high quality content. People routinely paid for videos where I was only masturbating, but where I actually gave a BJ? This could be worth a shit ton. I told some of my regulars the whole story and asked what the video was worth. From their replies, I gathered that it was worth a freaking lot. I set the price at $1,000, and within an hour I had a cool extra $30k in my bank. Just to be clear, that is $30,000. Like, I've earned more than that overall, but it normally took at least a few weeks to get that much. In one night? It was insanity. And more than that, one topic kept coming back from my regulars. They loved the blow job, but they really loved the whole idea of it. This guy, fighting not to cum, and if he can actually manage, he gets further with me? Even if I don't want them to get further/ It was hot. Guys loved it. Guys were willing to pay more for it. That started my next big plan. I gave my city (which I won't give here) and I told guys to send a pic and sign up if they wanted to take a chance. It wasn't prostitution, because I wasn't charging them; I was going to make money off the video sales. Obviously, many, many guys signed up. A lot of them sent pics, and most of these guys actually looked like of hot. Like they were fit, toned, and they probably thought that was what I was looking for. Unfortunately for them, I figured that good looking guys are probably also more experienced and therefore, can last much longer. I was afraid if they lasted too long, I might have to do something I didn't want to do. Something risky. So I was looking for the least attractive. The ones that were crusty and maybe old too. It helped that I had a huge fetish for nasty men. After looking through the pics of the uglier ones, I decided on this one guy. He was black, a little older, and he looked extremely thin. Like you could see way too many of his bones. He also seemed to have a few of these weird little black marks on his body. He would do nicely. I sent him a message, and we settled on a date and decided to do it in this dank motel nearby. I realized this could be putting myself in a bad situation though, as it is even less public than the lingerie store; if he tried to force me to do things, I didn't think I could stop him. I figured out how to get around this though; instead of making the video, then selling it later, I would make it a live stream. That way, if he tried to assault me against my will, my fans could call someone to help. The day of the event was only a few days later. I got there early, to set up. I opened my live stream to look at ticket sales. I had a good 30 people watching, each for $1,000 each! God I love money. I felt kind of bad though, as I was probably going to make this guy cum in 30 seconds. It wouldn't be nearly as good as the last one. I didn't have long to ponder this, as the guy finally showed up. I asked his name, but he said I should just call him 'Tim', and he made it seem like that wasn't his real name. He had this thick accent, so I assumed he was from somewhere in Africa. I asked "Okay, Tim, would you like get down to business?" Tim said "First, you sure you can make me cum?" "You like girls?" I reply "Yes." "Then Yes, I can make you cum." I said. "And that will be quickly, yes? Before we get to the sex? I do not want to put my babies in you." This was an odd line of questioning, but I answered "Don't worry, while I'm not on birth control, I assure you it won't get that far." I had brought condoms anyway, just in case it did of course. "Oh good, but birth control wouldn't protect me from all my babies anyway." I tilted my head at him, confused. He leaned forward to clarify: "You see, I have AIDS." I stood up abruptly. I was trying to think of a reply, of a way to get out of this, but I couldn't think quickly enough. He just looked at me and said "You said you would make me cum. You promised, even. Since you can't get my disease from a hand-job, why not try that? Surely there is no harm in it?" I looked at the laptop, behind which were dozens of guys who had paid to watch this, and to whom I would have to refund if I didn't go through with it. I decided fine, I would give him a hand job, as that was safe, then I'd be done with it. I motioned him to the bed. I was wearing a loose pink skirt with a tight pink top that accentuated by breasts. Tim took off his pants and underwear, then laid on the bed next to me. I got out a bit of lube and started stroking his dick. It was surprisingly large for such a thin man, and I started using two hands to get it all. After a few minutes of stroking, Tim reached over and started fondling my breasts. He was still outside the shirt, but when he tried to go in I swatted his hand away. He said "Come on, you want me to come faster or not?" which was sound logic, so I moved my hand back to his prick and he reached inside my shirt. Within seconds he was groping my tits. He had this way of moving his finger around my nipple that actually seemed, stimulating? I moaned a little. It was at that moment that I had a realization: I was incredibly horny. I thought it was fear before, and it was, but that fear had collected itself and somehow moved directly into my pussy which was SOPPING wet. I started getting more into the hand job, actually enjoying it now. "Come on, suck it." Tim said. But I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to risk any of his toxic cum in my body, even my mouth. "No." I said "You can make due with this." "Well at least get closer, so you can use more strength." he said, as he pushed my body closer to his dick. As I was looking at it, I knew, I really, really, wanted to suck on it.. But I wasn't stupid, so I didn't. I did get close to it though, to better worship it's glory. As I did so, I inadvertently moved my pussy closer to his face. He saw the opportunity for what it was, and with one hand he grabbed my skirt and he used the other to reach in and move my panties to the side. Within about a second he had several fingers ramming into my pussy as I hunched over his dick. He was not being gentle about it either. It felt like he was cutting my insides, but that made me even hornierrrrrrr. Fuck it, it turns out I am stupid. I thought as I leaned forward and shoved his whole cock in my mouth. I will make this man cum if it is the last thing I do. He kept up the frantic pace with his fingers in my pussy as I kept my tongue and lips working up and down his massive shaft. He was moaning a little, but not as much as he should be. "Come on, why don't we take this further?" he asked. Was this guy crazy? No way was I taking it further. Technically this wasn't even fully safe. Vaginal would be suicide. I didn't reply, I just kept sucking, hoping he'd get there. Instead, he tightened one hand around my leg and used his other to start pulling my panties down my leg. I tried to close my legs, but it was far too late, I was too thin, and they came down easily. God damn it I thought. He better not try to stick it in. I was still on top of him though, so he couldn't easily do that from this position. I decided to keep my mouth on his prick for as long as it took, to make sure he didn't try putting it in other holes. As I was thinking that, he leaned forward and started pulling up my shirt, easing my arms through. When he tried to pull it over my head, it got stuck, as I was still trying to suck him off. I realized the problem though, and decided to stop for the second it took for him to get my shirt around my head. As I stopped sucking though, he pulled my shirt over my head, then grabbed my head and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight, but he was strong and I was weak willed. I thought about yelling out the name of the motel we were at, so the viewers could send help, but fuck he was a good kisser. He moved one hand to massage my breasts, then he moved the other to start massaging my ass, before making it's way to my pussy again. By this point, we were sitting on the bed in a puddle of my making. He stops kissing me and moves his lips onto my neck, where he starts sucking. I go to do the same, but notice those black marks from before. He stopped sucking to say 'I hope you are not off put by my affliction. It is from my AIDS." He reminded me of it so casually, but I had already started viewing it differently. It was dangerous, but it was hot. I still tried to push him away, but he said "hey, hey now. You want me to cum? You know what really makes me cum?" I stop fighting and look at him. "Eating your flower." The way he said flower was 50% sweet, 50% creepy, and 200% hot. I figured that was safe, and apparently it would make him cum, so I accepted. I laid back and spread my legs. He moved his head between my legs and while making eye contact, started his tongue around my pussy lips. He was too good. Not good at hitting the right spots; he was an expert at not hitting the right spots. He spent several minutes circling around, refusing to enter or to touch my clit. I tried moving my body in a way so his tongue hit my G Spots, but he moved his tongue away, intentionally keeping me in suspense. "Please..." I begged "Oh, you see, now you know what it is to have Blue Balls." I finally realized he had done this on purpose. Brought me to the edge, so I couldn't think straight, but he refused to go over. He kept moving his head near my pussy, and I was following his mouth with my hips, trying to give him the right angle so he could dive his tongue back in, but he didn't. Instead, he slowly crawled up to meet my lips with his own. He kissed me and started stroking my hair. At this point i noticed two things: First, his mouth seemed to have blood in it. Was that from me? Second. his dick was now only inches away from my pussy. He said "You know, there is a way we can cure both our blue balls..." "I don't want AIDS. Or any babies. Please?" "Don't condoms protect against all babies?" I figured that was true. They aren't perfect protection, but also, FUCK. I NEED THAT DICK. I reached behind the bed and pulled out a condom. He unwrapped it and put it on, then slid inside of me. My GOD did it feel good. I had never felt anything besides a dildo and that had nothing on the real deal. I started moaning loudly. I was so ready to cum. After he was in, and I was moaning like a cat in heat, I expected him to pick up the pace and start railing me, but he didn't. He started extremely slow. At first, I thought this was a sweet thing, to make sure I was ready, but after a significant period of time, he still hadn't picked up pace. I started trying to pull him up and fuck me faster. I tried to move my body down to increase the friction, but he wouldn't budge; and he kept me still. He said "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes" I begged. "Well there is one other thing that would help." "Anything, as long as you keep the condom on." I replied. "Okay, well I have a fetish. I like to be in control. Complete control." He got off me, and I felt a void as his dick left my pussy. He reached down into his bag, and he brought out a couple pairs of handcuffs and a blindfold. "No." I said, flatly. "I'm not stupid." "Oh okay, well that is good for you. I'll just leave them here in case you change your mind." Tim said, as he placed them next to me on the bed. He then got on top of me again, and slowly started teasing his dick into my hole. I started moaning ravenously, edging him onwards. I needed him to enter me now. All of him. I started begging "please. please. fuck me." "Oh, you want me to fuck you, well first, lets try these." He picked up the blindfolds had placed beside me and he moved to place them over my head. I didn't stop him. I could always take them off if I needed. As soon as they were on, the world went dark, and he finally fully entered me. Oh god he entered me. I felt his dick hitting spots I didn't know I had. He started slow at first, but started getting a little faster. As he did, I started moaning harder and harder; I could feel myself building towards an orgasm. I couldn't see or hear anything outside of this orgasmic lust as he started hammering me. Then I hear a click and I feel something close around my wrists. I move to remove the blindfold, but whatever is holding my wrists is too strong and my hands are pulled to the side of the headboard. I realize too late they're his handcuffs, and my hands are firmly trapped on either side of me. I yell out the motel name, and ask someone to come get me. Tim says "I don't know if that was a good idea..." he then pokes his penis back inside me. "besides which, I don't think it will matter at this point." His penis feels AMAZING. Like, it had felt good before, but now I can feel it's heat, I can feel my skin vibrate with the friction as he comes in and out. I start moaning, but then I realize why; he wasn't wearing a condom. "Wait," I gasp, breathless from the pleasure. "Please... condom..." "No." Tim replied. "It's far too late for that. You're a slut forever now." Tim finally picked up his pace as he started hammering my pussy. I tried to close my legs, but it was of no use, I was too weak and far too wet. I started screaming in pleasure. I could feel an orgasm coming. He started choking me. He said "No bitch, you don't cum until I do." but that just drove me crazy. He went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I begged one last time "Please don't give me AIDS!" but his breath was ragged now. Between grunts he said "Oh no bitch, I've got a crazy high viral load, and your insides are all torn up. You're a goner for sure." At that, my body went into a wild orgasm. I started screaming in pleasure. Tim went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I felt it expand, then Time left out a huge moan as he exploded inside me. I felt squirt after squirt of his poisonous cum coating my insides. I couldn't say anything for at least another 30 seconds though, as I was waiting for my own orgasm to subside. Finally, Tim pulled out of me and crawled off. When he did, all I felt was the emptiness. Fuck, did I want him back already? As if on command, I felt him return. "Hey baby." He said, except, there was no accent now. I couldn't tell before because of the blindfold, but this wasn't Tim. I panicked and tried to get out again, but this time I heard Tim's voice to the side. He said "I told you, you shouldn't have told them the name of the motel. Now they will show up and expect a turn. You did not really think they cared about your safety, did you/" The new guy already had his prick out and slid it into me, bare. "Nah bitch, I told you over text, you're a cock sleeve. Now you finally learn your place." The new guy started fucking me like Tim, hard and fast. After only a few minutes, he came inside me. Within seconds, someone else had taken his place. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was supposed to be safe? And now I had some 30 guys cumming in me in one night? I was almost certainly pregnant, with HIV, and some number of other STD's. Dear God, what have I done? At some point in the night I passed out. The next morning, I woke up and realized my hands were free. I pulled off the blindfold, but everyone had left. My laptop was still recording the live stream. I could see myself on the screen approaching it. I was covered in semen and blood. I closed the stream and considered what to do next. I wasn't sure how to feel. It was orgasmic, painful, terrifying, and somehow, I wanted it to happen again? I didn't know how to feel. I didn't get a chance either. Two days later, my mother called. One of my 'regulars' had sent my whole family the video. I hung up. I don't know what to think of that. A couple weeks later, I got the worst flu of my life. I then tested positive for HIV, and several other things. The night had probably ruined my life, but god was it fun, maybe even, freeing?

My college library third floor mens restroom was a well known cruise spot. On one crowded evening, midterm exams week, I hung in the stall, tapped my foot often, and opened my stall three separate times, for three different responders. I was all cleaned out and weeded up, ready to take raw loads. To keep my lower legs and feet from being seen, Each time I had him sit on the toilet and I sat on his hard raw cock, with my feet resting on his knees. Told him to place his hand over my mouth while we fucked. During each fuck, because the library was so crowded it was an endless stream of guys coming in and out, using the urinals and the stalls, adjacent to us, and washing up at the sinks. Some probably looking for action themselves. So fuckin hot taking raw Dick like that! I was a fuckin third floor college mens room whore in my youth, looking for, and getting a few of, “the biggest men on campus!” It was an awesome way of knowing who on campus was homo, and a couple friendships resulted, where we’d go out to bars, the bath house, And hook up later in a regular way! Ah, my college daze! 😂🐷😎

I've shared this in other posts...I was 17, somehow got into an adult arcade without an ID. Not sure how it happened as I wasn't very daring - just desperately horny - and didn't look all that old. Shortly after I entered a booth, a guy in his 40s came in and put his hand on my butt. Really quickly he had my jeans down and was blowing me and not surprisingly I came in about a minute! But I was horny as fuck and dropped to me knees and started sucking him. I remember feeling lightheaded as I was so overwhelmed by the fact that I actually had a cock in my mouth. And that feeling of that warm load in mouth...fuck! I drove back to my parents house with a smile on my face and the taste of sperm in my mouth:)

I guess mine would be stripping naked and getting fucked by a wasted-away old probably homeless guy on the "beach" next to the Illinois River.

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.

Chapter 16: Pozza Boy ***Writers Note **** I am not a medical expert, and not qualified to give medical advice. Any discussion of meds here has been researched, and found to be credible though. After we fucked our brains out, we gathered at the pool. The doctor confirmed that I was pozzed, and highly toxic, he suggested I spread my seed as quickly as possible. We said we already had someone in mind who at least said he was interested in that opportunity. The Dr asked who, and we told him about the pizza guy. He laughed and said don't you mean the Pozza Boy? The doctor suggested I strike while the iron was hot. We said we had only mentioned it to him once, and he seemed interested. The doctor suggested that we refer him to make and appointment with him, simply to see if he showed and was truly interested. The doctor said he'd discuss things with him, similar to how he did with me. Low and behold the pizza boy texted my partner asking when we could get together. My partner asked him if he was free, and he said yes, he was off. My partner told him that before we played, he needed to see the doctor for an exam. The pizza boy asked when, and we looked at the doctor and he said in 2 hrs. He said to tell the pizza boy to clean out, as there would be an anal exam involved. The pizza boy quickly replied, yes Sir, I'll be there in 2 hours! We still had our doubts, but the doctor suggested we go grab lunch, and then return to the office. He explained that he had a secret camera in the exam room, and we could watch from an adjoining room! We finished our lunch, and the doctor made sure the video feed was working between the rooms. The pizza boy actually arrived 15 minutes early! The doctor invited him into the exam room and told him to strip. He dropped trou and was wearing a sexy red jock that highlighted his cock The doctor said very nice, and asked him why he wanted to take a poz cock. The boy said that he recently started to bareback, and knew it would eventually happen. He preferred that he got it over with and then go on meds. Great seague for the doctor to start a conversation on drugs. He explained that there were many options for him. He said as he was new to BB sex, his first option was Prep. He said after 2 weeks, it presented sex without worries, with the exception of STI's. The doctor explained that they would eventually happen, but there were meds to treat them. He also told him there was PEP and he if he had sex with us, it was likely that he would poz, as right now we were all highly toxic. He said that some guys guys live the fantasy of being pozzed but then regret it. He said PEP was for those guys. He said that if we did breed him and he changed his mind on pozzing, the maximum time that PEP was an option was 72 hours, however 24 hours was most effective. The pizza boy said he'd never heard of it, but he said he'd have no regrets. The doctor said never say never. Fantasy and reality were VERY different. He reminded him that we were both very toxic and a conversion was highly likely. The doctor continued by telling him that if he were pozzed, he had the option of going on meds. The boy responded that he wanted Aids. The doctor explained that was a common misconception. He said pozzing meant you had contracted HIV, and that AIDS typically took 5 or more years to develop. The boy acknowledged he didn't know that. I'll give the boy credit, he had some good questions. He then asked the doctor how come the time to reach AIDS varied. The doctor explained that it depended on many factors. The strain that the gifter shared, or even if the person went on med holidays. With that the doctor asked if there were any other questions, and if not to take the jock off, and get on the exam table. The boy wasted no time releasing his hard cock from his jock. The doctor told him that his normal routine would be sticking his cock up the ass, but as he recently went on a meds holiday, he was highly toxic and didn't want to be the one to poz him. The doctor began by putting the speculum up his ass, and noticed he was quite tight. The doctor knew he had seen my partners cock, and asked if he could take it. The boy said it would definitely be a challenge. The doctor then dropped his pants reveling his hard cock and asking if he could take it. The boy said he'd taken bigger, so yea. The doctor reminded him it wasn't the size of the cock, but the magic in it. With that the doctor released the speculum, and shoved a finger in, massaging the boys prostrate, and scratching his hole some. I'd didn't take long for the pizza boy to shoot a massive load. With that the doctor told him his exam was completed, and wanted to know what his thoughts were . The boy said he wanted to become poz, and thanked the doctor for discussing the options with him. The doctor told him he needed to check on another patient but to lay on the table ass up. The boy did so, and the doctor put a blindfold on him. Part 2 to follow!

Making you cry and choke is at least as important as the sensation of fucking. I enjoy an open throat as much as the next man, but it's best if I get to make things difficult for you now and then. If I met a boy who took it with great ease, I would be tempted to prolong the fuck until his throat got tired and I could watch him struggle.

When I started having sex, the only guys that used condoms (they were called "rubbers" back then) were the straight guys, not wanting to get roped into marrying some girl at 16, 18 years old just because she pulled her pants down and said fuck me. Aside from a small handful of gay guys who "fetishized" condoms, no one used them - it was virtually unheard of - and fucking was almost as casual as saying hi to some guy.

The window washer I fucked a couple weeks ago hit me up for a quickie. I was not sure how well I would perform having jerked off three times already but I had to eat his ass again. I don’t want to brag…actually I don’t have to, here’s his text. I have never had anyone say this to me, very flattering

Absolutely. Love being in the dark room and getting the thrill of someone rubbing their finger across my hole before I lean over and feel them enter me. Shame my bf doesn't know how much a slut I am so I don't get opportunities to go and collect loads often

Part 1 The bar was its usual buzz for a Saturday night. I chatted briefly with a few friends as I made my way through the moderately sized crowd to the bar. Randy the bartender had seen me come in and had a gin and tonic waiting for me. Creeping up on thirty, he’d been a staple behind the bar for a number of years now. Tall with dark brown wavy hair, a handsome face that always had a welcoming smile, and nice body, he was generally the most popular bartender in the place. I remembered his premiere weekend here, the fresh meat in the lion’s den, one of the many college students who got into the place on the “Under 21” policy that allowed them to hang in the bar but could not order alcohol. That certainly didn’t stop others from surreptitiously feeding them cocktails here and there, though. I’ll admit I like them young. Fresh faces and ass relatively new to the scene. I’m 56, my hair having turned silver over a decade ago, I had never outgrown my preference for the newbies. Not your basic twink, mind you — no, I preferred the ones who were masculine, had some definition to them, and were studying. Intelligence was a must for me. And if they were a bit uncertain of themselves, shy with limited experience, that just turned me on more. Randy had been that boy about nine years ago. The fresh face, going to the local state university, and feeling his way around the gay community. Not surprisingly he’d been immensely popular, as the newbies usually are. It took me more than a month to groom him, talking casually when he appeared at the bar, talking about his studies while I shared insights from my own business. I didn’t rush it. I preferred for them to show interest in me. One night Randy started to get more touchy-feely than he’d been in his first month, tentatively making body contact, standing shoulder to shoulder at the bar. I knew the subtle signals and cashed in my chips that night. I took Randy, the intelligent, curious business student and amateur college athlete I’d been grooming for weeks, and turned him into a moaning, writhing bundle of hot face and muscle that pleaded for me to breed him. You see, that’s what I really get off on. Taking a young stud and turning him into my play thing; stripping away his self-control and straight-laced façade, and molding him into a cum-hungry repository for my seed. Randy was just one of hundreds of these conquests. I scooped my drink off the bar, Randy taking a moment to flirt with me before another patron demanded attention. He’d been one of my regular fuck boys that first year, coaxing him out of his inhibitions, teaching him that he was really a cumdump. Too bad he had aged out for me, but they all did. Turning away from the bar, I started scanning the faces. There were of course many I knew, some friends, others conquests — the benefits of living near the state’s flagship university. I made eye contact with Colby, a tall, cute policy sci student who had given himself to me last weekend — or maybe it was the weekend before. He’d been a “last call” boy, his friends having either hooked up or left for the night. Colby was lingering, clearly horny and needing someone to take him. I smiled at the sheepishness he showed tonight as he furtively smiled then looked away. Not an unusual reaction from these boys; not wanting their friends to know they’d surrendered to a notorious whore. Colby hadn’t been so sheepish when I recently took him up to my loft. I own the gallery next to the bar in the city’s artist district, and live in the loft above that. Very convenient. Colby had been at the bar a few weeks ago, hanging with a group of friends. Colby was playing his usual hard-to-get game that night, and over-played his hand with another college student who picked up someone else instead. Colby was among the last boys standing at last call, clearly wanting to go home with someone. I snatched him just as the lights were coming up for the night. He was feeling the influence of the cocktails he’d been smuggled during the night — he was one of the few boys I didn’t have to buy drinks for — and his attitude had given way to his horniness. I got him out of his clothes right away, and had him get onto all fours atop my coffee table. His body was even better than I had expected, and I was turned on displaying him on the table. I fed him my ample Italian cock, coaching him through our entire encounter. “That’s it, Colby. Suck daddy’s cock long and slow. No, slower. You’re milking it, not making it cum right away. My cum is going in your other hole. Good boy. Now slide your mouth all the way down the shaft. All the way, I said! Take it. Take it!” I pulled a couple small bottles out of a drawer in the table. I unscrewed the tiny cap on one and put it under Colby’s nose. “Inhale. It’s fine. They’re just poppers, nothing to be afraid of. Do it again, but inhale for real this time. There you go.” Colby’s cock sucking became more voracious as the poppers took him, and I reached back to his ass and gently probed his fresh hole. I didn’t know much about this one; I’d picked him up because it was gonna be convenient and I planned to get off. His hole was tight — very tight. “That’s a tight hole, boy. Has it been fucked before?” “ A couple times.” “By a man? Or just school boys?” “Just guys my age.” His admission made my heart pump faster. “Just so you know, I don’t take loads,” he said urgently. “No worries,” I said, playfully rubbing my hand through his hair while I continued to massage his tight ass. It was amusing when these newbies tried to set the expectations for our encounter. This wasn’t really a negotiation, but it wasn’t time to take the decision away from him. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and got behind him, gently probing his tender hole with my thumb. Then I slid my tongue inside him. He let out a deep moan. I inserted my tongue deeper, spreading his cheeks with both my hands. I spread lube into his hole, fingering it deeper, feeling his sphincter tighten around my thick finger. “Pick up the bottle of poppers and take. Two more hits. That’s it. Much better. Deep breaths. That’s it, Colby. They make you feel so good, don’t they?” “Yeah,” he replied quietly, starting to move his hips so his ass stretched on my fingers. I felt his sphincter twitch and relax. “Good boy. This is why you came here tonight. Isn’t it?” he didn’t answer. I fled two fingers deep inside his hole, probing, massaging his prostate. He groaned with pleasure. He’d probably never been finger fucked like this before. “Tell me,” I said firmly. “Why did you come here tonight?” “To get fucked“ he admitted meekly. I knew this wasn’t how he envisioned his night going when he’d left his dorm room. He’d had dreams of finding a boyfriend tonight in the bar, and awkwardly making love for the first time together. All these newbies did. But here he was, naked on a coffee table, his ass in the hands of a master. He was feeling submissive, wrestling with this new experience, trying to resist it, but desperately wanting to totally give himself over to it. I stood behind him, lathering my long cock with lube. Colby was on all fours in front of me, waiting. Hoping. I put the head of my cock against his hole. He tightened up, but I gently massaged the head up and down. “Just feel that,” I coached him. “Feel the warmth against your hole. There’s nothing better. There’s nothing you want more than this right now. Take another hit of poppers.” I could hear the tell-tale sound of him huffing. I heard him moan softly. I entered with a steady pressure, pushing his anxious hole open, and filling him with my cock. Colby tensed with the shock most newbies experience when first being entered. I waited for it to subside, then. Slowly began. Working my cock deep inside him. “Feel that, Colby. Feel daddy’s cock inside you. This is what you needed, isn’t it?” “Yes, daddy,” he whimpered. I started using longer strokes, looking down to watch my cock gliding in and out of the moaning youngster. He’d had dick inside him before, but this was the first time he was taking an experienced fuck. I love watching my dick go in and out of a fresh hole, so I left Colby in that position the entire time. I started to pound the boy. I felt my balls slapping against his smooth ass. “You feel those balls slapping against your ass, boy?” “Oh my gawd yes!” Colby started. Bucking. His ass against my cock, trying to drive it in even deeper. “That’s it, Colby. Ride daddy’s big dick. Show me how much you want it.” I reached down and grabbed a handful of his curly hair, pulling his head back. “Feel that man cock filling you.” “It’s so fucking good,” he whimpered. I pounded colby’s young ass. He whimpered, moaned, and even begged a few times for more. Like many others before him, colby had submitted himself to my addy cock. Whatever thoughts he had about setting expectations were gone. He was mine. I had control of the young stud. I pounded him long and hard in the pale light. I watched my cock working his hole. I started to feel the pressure inside building. “I’m getting close, boy. It’s almost time. For your breeding.” Colby said nothing; he just kept moaning. I grinned to myself. “That’s it, boy. That’s it. You’ve earned this.” Colby pushed his ass back onto my cock more vigorously. Instinctively he could feel what was coming next. He turned to look over his shoulder at me. “Yeah, boy. It’s coming. You know you want it!” Silently Colby rode me. The anticipation was tightening around us, and both our breathing was more labored. I was trying to hold back the fury in my balls, relishing the anticipation. Colby was desperate for what I was about to give him. Finally I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and I erupted. My load flooded Colby, drowning his insides. “Oh my fuck!” he yelled, seemingly feeling the rush inside him. My body was shaking with the release, and Colby shuddered knowing that he had taken his very first load. I leaned my upper body against his back, feeling the cool sweat on our skin. Colby’s breeding cherry was mine; he had my cum spreading side him, marking him as mine. He’d always remember his first breeding. Colby spent the night, rather than trying to pull himself together after the pounding he’d taken. Throughout the night I could feel Colby reach back and massage my big balls. Each time he did, my cock would swell again. I spent most of the night with a raging hard on. Colby would occasionally grind his ass against my dick, seeking reassurance that it was still there. It was still early morning when I felt aroused and energetic enough to do something about it. I rolled the half-asleep Colby onto his stomach, letting my body hover over his naked backside, my ample cock slowly move back and forth across his young ass. He stirred. Colby was waking up, realizing where he was and what he’d submitted to last night. I could see in his eyes he knew who I was, and was already plotting a surreptitious exit so no one would see him leaving the whore’s building. Now was the moment to act if he had any hope of escaping. “I should go — uhhhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhh!” My cock was deep inside him. His groans were instant and so gratifying. I felt all his power and determination to leave dissipate with those three long, deep thrusts. He unconsciously spread his legs wider to take my thrusting cock, his body craving more of me. I fucked him spread eagle on the bed, the grunts slightly muffled in the thick mattress. I flipped him onto his back, wanting him to see me at work. I could tell the seeds of regret were already implanted in his head. He would lie to his friends, hiding three truths. First, that he had been mounted by a notorious whore that they’d cautioned him about. Second, that he’d been bred for the very first time in his life by that same whore. And third — and perhaps the most damning truth — was that he had wanted it all so badly. Colby was again moaning like a little bitch, his long body draped across my bed in supplication. His green eyes were becoming more desperate, silently pleading for more but also to be released from his uncontrollable desire. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Please fuck me.” I had him where I wanted him. “You want more seed, don’t you boy?” Colby tried to resist answering. I could see the struggle in his face. He’d been conditioned to say no. He’d been taught not to do this. But he wanted it. He NEEDED it! “Please…..” was all he could muster. His face suddenly looked so young, so innocent. This was his first submission, and it both thrilled and terrified him. I’m sure I had a malicious grin on my face. His ankles in the palms of my hands, I spread his long legs wider, his knees even with his hips, opening his ass wider, and letting him take in the full view of my upper body dominating him. I started pounding his tender hole. He’d be sore tonight, jerking off to the memory of this moment. I locked eyes with his, silently communicating to him what was about to happen. He knew. I could see it in his eyes. The sound of my balls slamming. Against his young skin faded; I felt their heavy weight implode as my seed pulsed up through my cock. The boy felt it too; he held his breath in anticipation of it. I reached down and tightly squeezed his long cock in one hand. Colby gasped as the unexpected sensitive seized him. He felt my cock swell inside him for the second time. “Please….” He whispered again. Grabbing both his thighs I pumped into his buttery hole hard. My cock exploded inside him like a rocket, spewing my seed deep inside Colby’s hungry ass. He could feel it. “Oh fuck! Oh, fucking breed me!” he pleaded. “Oh fuck, yeah…. Give me that seed!” I kept pumping slowly, relishing the feeling of my thick cum lubricating my cock inside the youngster. I reached down and squeezed Colby’s cock again, giving it a hard tug. The boy was pushed over the threshold, his own load gushing across his smooth abs. Colby was panting from the exertion. So was I. I settled down on top of his naked body, enjoying the moment. I doubted he would be back anytime soon — I could see the seeds of shame in his eyes. At the very least, it would be awhile before he could admit this was what he wanted. He’d struggle with the question: if I was the cumdump for a notorious whore, what does that make me? He’d be desperate to make certain no one ever knew what he’d done in my loft. I came out of my reminiscence, walking past Colby in the bar. There were quite a few people here tonight, and I expect to see a few of my boys. And hopefully score a new one — maybe two. [If you’re enjoying this start to the story, let me know by tapping the blue heart or a message. A little encouragement goes a long way when writing these. Thanks!]

i am well on my way to that stage of ruin and I love feeling my hole lose an hanging open. I am used to the point now that my asshole is a gash rather than a little round hole at rest and it has started to prolapse from all the constant use from fists and bigger than human toys. When I am at a sex resort I get so used I have to sleep on a towel from all the cum and lube leaking out of my sloppy hole while i sleep. Only to wake up, stumble out of my room and into a sling for more use to start my day of sexual pleasure. My goals are two hands to the mid forearm (can go to wrist now), and one arm to the shoulder (can get almost to the elbow on smaller guys), and foot long prolapse (only falls out a couple inches now). I love seeing guys gathered around watching me like a some sexual version of a circus side show freak, getting themselves off watching me take size and use most guys can't begin to.

Part 13 The poppers were getting to my head, making me feel extremely slutty and forget my limits and fears. He was now thrusting my mouth, holding my head so he could look into my eyes while fucking my throat. -“Good boy, take all of my cock! You’ll make a beautiful addition to the family!” Those word resonated like music to my ears and made me go even harder on his dick. In this specific moment, I wanted his poz cum, and all the fears I had felt earlier were gone. -“Yes, boy, get my dick wet, that’s the only lube you’ll get!” Keeping his cock in my mouth, he turned his attention to my ass sliding his hand down my shorts to tease my hole with the tip of his fingers. -“Your hole’s already twitching, isn’t it? Get your ass up there!” he ordered, pointing at the bed. -“I’m gonna get you ready!” I got up and he pulled my shorts all the way down, revealing my white jockstrap. After I got on all four on the bed, he proceeded to eat my ass thoroughly. I felt his tongue going deeper and deeper into my hole which was already wet from excitement and sweat. -“That’s a good little hole, my dick is going to feel very good inside, don’t you think, boy?” -“Yes, Sir! -“Turn around boy, I wanna see your face!” He flipped me more than I turned around onto my back. I was definitely not in control of the situation. He was, and I was loving it. That’s what I had pictured for a conversion if it had to happen. Someone taking full charge of me, leaving me no choice. My mind was too foggy from the excitement and the poppers he was constantly feeding me for me to think about backing out. He was holding my legs up on his shoulders, while rubbing the tip of his dick against my hole. -“Oh boy, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long! All those years of teasing will finally pay off!” His rubbing was getting more intense. -“Look at me in the eyes! I dropped my meds for you, son! I want to be the one giving you the bug!” I was just out of my mind. -“Please, Sir! Give it to me!” -“You want my poz dick inside you, boy?” -“Yes, Sir!” -“I’m gonna be the one converting you!” He gave me another sniff of poppers. I felt his dick slowly sliding into me as he was looking at me in the eyes with a worrying grin on his face and holding my neck with his right hand. -“There we go, boy. There’s no going back now!” I was overjoyed. I finally had his toxic cock deep inside my ass. Unlike previous times, I had consciously made the decision to take it and in this particular instant, I could not have been happier or more excited. No fear, no regret. -“Is that what you wanted, boy? My poz cock planted deep in you?” -“Yes, that’s I want! Please fuck me, Sir!” was all I could answer before he stuck the poppers under my nose again. I was feeling him thrusting in and out. He was making sure to go as deep as possible to make me moan. -“Boy, your hole feels so good, I don’t think I’m gonna last long! I’m gonna cum soon!” I realized he was about to shoot an unmedicated poz load in my bare hole which snapped me back into reality. I was getting cold feet. But before I could do anything about, it, he grabbed my head and said -“Look at me boy, I want to see your eyes when I give you your first toxic load!” The pace of his thrusts picked up -“Take my poz cum, boy!” he screamed while looking me in the eyes. His thrusting stopped, his dick deep in my hole. I could feel his cock throbbing, ensuring every last drop of his charged up load would land inside me. He collapsed onto me, drenched in sweat. I could smell his male scent all over me. I had just taken my first poz load, knowingly. The fear, the conflict rushed back immediately. I was just thinking that I had forgotten to take my PrEp that evening, and that I couldn’t wait for him to leave to go take it. He got up, wiped his sweat off with his tank top, pulled his pants up and headed to the door, not before giving me a kiss -“Thanks, boy! It was great! I’ll see you on Saturday, pick you up here at 8pm!” I got up as soon as I heard the door shut and headed to the bathroom, going straight to my toiletry bag. My bottle of PrEp wasn’t there.

Always preferred it without. Love the feeling of having cum inside me.

At the time the first guy to fuck me didn't want to get me into, as he put it, bad habits, so he was insisting on rubbering up. After a few failled attempts to get into me he wripped the condom off, got himself hard again and pushed all the way in. Took two loads off him that day, never used a rubber since.

I was about twenty at the time, was hanging out with a bi buddy of mine jerking off. I asked him what it felt like to fuck a guy and he pulls his jeans off, and sits on my cock without any warning and just starts riding my cock. Eventually I end up shooting in his hole and the rest is history. Since then I prefer bare but will use a condom if the bottom doesn’t know his status. Really love some sloppy seconds. Another man’s cum makes the best lube.