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Part 6: Caught with my Cage. I kept the cage on for a bit. On Tuesday I arranged to meet two guys (not at the same time) and sucked them off in their cars. On Wednesday I got one guy to do a quick pump and dump. On Thursday I only had one guy for car head. Aside from my Monday meeting with daddy, it was a kind of disappointing week. I decided to take a break and didn't set anything up for Friday. Instead I made some plans to hang out with my friends instead. I told my parents I was gonna crash at of my buddies place. He picked me up around 5pm and we went to his place. My friend group would hang out there often. His dad wasn't around and his mom basically lived with a boyfriend so we ussually had the house to ourselves. We mostly stayed in the basement or garage and listened to music while playing cards or beer pong. On this particular night there 7 people there, not including myself. Four were some my guy friends, two were girls I went to school with, and one was an older guy. Also, while I wasnt out, one of the my friends was and he brought an older 'friend' of his. We played cards and drank in the basement for a bit. But my friend had too much to drink and by 9pm the he had fallen asleep on a couch. Everyone decided to either call it a night or head somewhere else and began to leave. My gay friend agreed to give one of the girls a ride, and asked his older 'friend' if he minded. The older guy said it was fine and that he was gonna leave as soon as he finished his drink. Soon, everyone had left except the me, the older guy, and my drunk friend (who was fast asleep). I hadn't really been talking to him that night and it was a bit awkward. But I was trying to be polite. He came over and joined me on the couch. I was a little tipsy and didn't know how to react when he put his hand on my thigh. I just continued trying to force small talk when he reached up and gave my dick a squeeze. I stopped mid sentence, unsure of what to do next. He smiled and said "well, you're full of surprises arent you" I remained silent as he undid my pants and inspected the cage. After a moment he said "Guess its my lucky night." We stood up and he led me upstairs to the living room. Once there, he undressed me and sat on the couch. I stood there for a while as he looked over my naked body. Eventually I snapped back to reality. He undid his pants and pulled out his dick as I dropped to my knees. I grabbed the little black bottle out of my pant pocket and crawled to him. He was still soft but was a decent size. I put his dick in my mouth and enjoyed the feeling of his cock growing harder as I bobbed my head up and down on it. My cock began to hurt a bit as my dick got harder and harder in its cage. It was rather uncomfortable. He spit on his finger and reached around to rub my hole as I continued to suck. My dick was starting to really hurt as it pressed against its cage. The older guy stood up and lifted me onto the couch. I was on my knees with my head resting on the back and my ass facing outwards. He was rock hard at this point and he began to press the head of his cock against my opening. I took a deep hit from the bottle which relaxed me enough for his cock to slip inside. "God! thats good" he said. "I thought you friend was a good slut, but he's never let me fuck raw" I was able to relax and enjoy the dizzy feeling from the combination of alcohol and poppers. My election softened slightly as I slipped into light haze. He fucked my hole for a bit before pulling out and flipping me over. I was happy the cage was there as I was a total bottom slut and I thought it would deter him from trying to suck my cock. But I was wrong and light headed to stop him as he started to lick my cock through the cage. To my surprise I did enjoy the sensation. Possibly because I knew I wouldn't be able to cum like that with the cage on. After a few minutes my dick was really starting to hurt again as it strained against the cage. I pushed him a way and presented my ass again. He started rimming my hole as I took another hit from bottle. He stood up and reinserted his cock. He was going faster this time and I sensed he was about to cum. I took one more deep hit as he pushed deep. He pulled out and told me to get dressed. I was disappointed that I hadn't felt him fill me with his load. I was embarrassed, thinking he hadn't really been enjoying me as much id thought. I quickly dressed and stood there waiting to hear what he had to say. As he buttoned his pants he looked over and said "nights still young, let's go have some fun together" I grabbed another beer on the way out and we left in his car. I drank the beer in the passenger seat while he was messaging someone on his phone. We pulled into a driveway around 10pm and I finished my beer. We were at a nice house in an upscale neighborhood. Several cars were parked out front and he ushered me through the front door. I had arrived at small get together. There were 10 people I could see and they all looked to be between the ages of 30 and 50. The guy who brought me asked if I'd like another drink. I nodded yes and he motioned to the couch, "make yourself comfortable... I'm sure everyone here will be happy to meet a nice guy like you" I sat down on a couch with a group of 5 guys. The seats were arranged as conversation area in a corner of the room. The couch I was on was a three seater with its back against the wall and there was a loveseat was against the other wall. Across from me there were two arm chairs. They were all drinking but were much more sober than I was, not surprising since I'd had more than a few beers over the prior few hours. They introduced themselves to me, John, Jeff, Rich, Tim, and Todd. "And I believe you've already met Peter" Rich said as the guy who brought me walked handed me drink. I agreed but honestly I didn't known his name prior to this exchange. Peter handed me a cocktail glass and sat down in one of the armchairs. Tim looked over to Peter and said, "Well, you brought quite the handsome young man with you." Tim then turned to me and said "We've heard alot about you" Peter laughed and said "Nope, this is a differnt boy than the one I've been seeing." John laughed and said "You seem to have a gift for find young guys, how did you find this one" "I found him at a small get together, he's friends with my boy toy. We actually just met tonight" "You work fast" John said. Peter shook his head, "No work at all. He said we straight but I copped a feel and found his little clitty is all caged up" "Oh, I'd like to get a look at that" Tim said. "Did you guys already have some fun together" "A bit" Peter said, "little slut didn't even ask about a condom" Jeff looked up fro his drink and smiled "You get a load in you yet?" "Not tonight" I replied. "Well, Im sure you'll have plenty of opportunity" Todd joined the conversation by asking "are you on Prep?" "Im not on Prep" I confessed. "That's crazy" Todd replied "And you take raw loads from from strangers? I looked down, feeling slightly ashamed and admitted that I did. Jeff jumped to my defense "Leave him be, I've fucked raw my whole life, including in the 80s and 90s" he paused for a moment before continuing "plus pretty much everyone is either undetectable or on Prep these days." On one hand I felt I felt a bit better after hearing this. But to be honest the shame I felt from being called out by Todd had really turned me on. I was also drunk enough that my dick was staying soft in spite of how aroused I was getting. Jeff looked at me and said "Im gonna go out and have a smoke, would you care to join me?" I said sure and and got up. John got up as well and the three of us walked out a sliding door onto a deck. There was a patio set on the deck with four chairs, two of which were occupied by pair of guys who were puffing on cigars. One of the guys looked like he might be the oldest at the party, maybe mid 60s. The other was a large shirtless hairy guy in his early 40s with a beard. Jeff lit a cigarette and offered me one. I didn't really smoke except when I drank and I'd been drinking all night. John lit his cigarette and made conversation with Jeff by the deck railing as I started to feel light headed and sat in an empty chair. "You Peters friend?" the bearded man asked. "Yes I am" I replied "I'm Nick and this is Tom" he said motioning to the older guy. "You having fun tonight?" Nick asked. "Kind of a slow start so far" I admitted. "Trying to get right to it?" I nodded yes. Nick smiled and said "there are prolly a few guys upstairs, we mostly just socialize down here" He took a puff of his cigar and said "if you dont care about privacy I can start you off right now" Nick undid his pants and pulled out his cock. I took a final drag of my cigarette and dropped to my knees. His cock was already semi-errect, it was very thick and around 6.5 inches. He had a silver kings crown piercing that I paused to look at for moment before taking him in my mouth. I was lost in his cock and the excitement of be watched. Jeff and John stopped their conversation and watched me slurp on Nick's meaty cock. And I noticed that Tom had undone his pants and was rubbing his cock. He was totally soft and and on the small side. But I didn't mind giving him a show. Still puffing his cigar, Nick put his free hand on the back of my head and began push me deeper on each downward stroke. About 10 minutes in he pushed down hard and shot a stream of cum against the back of my throat. I pulled off slightly and locked my lips around his head as he twitched 3 more times filling my mouth with a rather large thick load of jazz. I opened my mouth holding the load so Nick so could see it before I swallowed. Still on my knees I turned towards where Jeff and John were standing and asked "whose next?" "I think ill just watch for now" John said. I crawled over to Jeff and undid his pants. He wasn't nearly as thick as Nick but was extremely long, about 8.5 inches, with a downward curve. In spite of its length it was probably the easiest cock to deepthroat I'd ever had. I could swallow his whole cock, all the way to the base. I was able to finish him in a matter of minutes. When he announced he was cumming I pushed deep and held while his cock spasmed several times. I could feel the cum shooting down my throat but his cock was so deep I didn't even taste it. I stood up and leaned against the railing next to Jeff. He buttoned his pants and lit two cigarettes, passing one to me. I took a drag of the cigarette and made some small talk with Jeff. I went back inside. Jeff and John stayed outside with Nick and Tom. It was now around 11pm and Peter and Rich were no longer downstairs but 2 new guys were present. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and decided to take a look upstairs. I peeked into one of the bedrooms and saw Peter, Rich and and a guy I hadn't met yet. The guy I hadn't met was on all fours on a cussioned bench. He was being fucked by Peter while sucking Rich's cock. I put two fingers in my mouth to wet them and reached into my pants. I watched for a while and rubbing the head of my cock through my cage. After a bit I moved on to the next room and looked in. There were two guys I hadn't met yet. They were in the bed in the 69 position sucking eachothers cocks. I couldnt see much from the doorway as they were under a bed sheet so I continued to the next room and looked in. There was a guy laying naked in the bed watching porn on a small wall mounted TV. He saw me peak in and quickly motioned for me to enter. He stood up as I walked towards the bed and began to help me undress. I finished off my drink and took out the black bottle before kicking my cloths into a pile on the side of the room. He bent me over and started to lick my hole. I was already past ready to take some dick. He was already hard from the porn so I moaned "please put your cock in me." "I dont have any condoms" he said. After I told him he didn't need a condom to fuck me, I realized that no one had cum in me yet. He slapped my ass and said "turn around and enjoy the movie." I turned around to face the TV, still on all fours. He positioned himself behind me and lubed up his cock. I took a hit from the bottle as he pushed his cock inside me. The video was straight porn and was a close up creampie compilation. Not really my thing but I was able to get into it by imagining myself in place of each girl as they got pumped full of of cum. The guy behind me was pumping away at my ass and was fixated on the screen. I thought he might be straight and got extra turned on at the that I might be getting barebacked by someone who wasn't into me at all. Feeling like nothing but a sex object to be used by men was one of my biggest turn ons. He gave a few deep thrusts and grunted as I felt him explode inside me. My ass finally had its first load of the night. The guy quickly got dressed and left the room leaving me all alone. I left my cloths on the floor walked naked back to the first room. Peter, Rich, and the guy I hadn't met had been joined by Tim and Nick. Rich was fucking Peter on the bed. Nick was fucking the guy who I had been watching get fucked last time while Tim was under them in the 69 position. I walked over to Peter and Rich and slipped into the same position Tim was in a few feet away. I sucked Peters cock while Rich thrusted his cock in and out of Peters ass. Peter returned the favor by licking at my limp caged cock. After 15 min or so Peters cock began to twitch and my mouth was finally filled with his seed. I held his cum in my mouth while shifting to tounge Rich's balls. Rich grunted and pushed deep filling Peter with his load. I opened my mouth and caught a glob of cum as time pulled out. "Looks like your friend is hungry tonight" Rich said to Peter "maybe you should feed him somemore" Peter sat upright and pushed a few times squirting gobs of Rich's cum into my open mouth. Peter got up and looked down at me. My mouth was still open and full of cum. "Damn boy, you really are a cum slut aren't you?" he said. I swallowed both loads and replied "I try to be". I moved to the edge of the bed as Nick announced he was about to cum. He gave a few deep trusts and pulled out. Seeing an opening i slipped in and began to lick the cummy hole. Just as I finished lapping up Nick's cum, Tim moaned that he was gonna cum. His partner locked his lips as Tim moaned and filled his mouth. I ran into Todd and John as I left the room and the three of us went back to the room I had left my cloths. It quickly became apparent that John was a bottom. We got on all fours next to eachother and Todd alternated between us for a bit. I was happy when Todd finished inside me instead of John. After I got dressed Peter found me. It was getting late and he had already come twice. He asked if I needed a ride back to my friends place. He dropped me off and, near complete exhaustion, I fell fast asleep on the couch thinking about all the cocks and cum I had lucked into that night.

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”.

Part 9 As I've said in earlier posts, I've always been surprised by how many apparently straight guys like to have sex with other guys and even more surprised by how many of them want it up the arse and are happy to do it without a condom. I had a really unexpected and horny experience in the mid 90s at a family party for one of my cousin's 30th birthday. We were all at a restaurant for a meal and drinks and my cousin, whose birthday it was, had a friend from work staying with him and his wife. Tom was a good-looking Irish guy, blond and stocky and I learned that his girlfriend and young child were over in Ireland visiting family. During the meal I noticed Tom look up when my cousin made some reference to me being gay. After that, I saw Tom looking at me a few times and I couldn't help wondering if he had some sort of problem with me being gay. After the meal other people started arriving for the evening party and it turned into a really good evening. I had seen Tom looking at me a few more times and I when I saw him going outside for a cigarette, I decided to take it up with him. He was standing in a shaded area, smoking a cigarette as I went up to him and told him I had seen him looking at me and asked him right out if he had a problem with me being gay. I think I was a bit too direct, because he looked really shocked and I could see I had really embarrassed him. "I'm sorry," he muttered, "I shouldn't have been looking at you." I wasn't sure what to say as Tom added "And it's not that, it's not that I have a problem with you." He took a draw on his cigarette and added "The thing is, I've done it with a few blokes myself." I looked at him. "I like it," he said "I like doing it with blokes". I certainly had not expected this - and a few minutes later we had moved to a wooded area behind the bar and Tom's pants and trousers were down and his cock was in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he went down on me. He sucked me really well and then, to my surprise, he turned me round and pulled my cheeks apart and I felt his tongue pushing up my arse. He licked me for a while and then stood up. "Do you fuck?" he said "Yes" I said He grinned and then looked serious "I have no condom," he said. He produced a small pack of lube "I have this," he said "But I have no condom." "Oh," I said "Is that a problem for you?" said Tom. I had recently started fucking without condoms and really enjoyed it. Although I had told myself I would not fuck without condoms again, I was really tempted to let Tom do me and cum in my arse. I pretended to think about it for a moment and then I shook my head. "It's not a problem." I said Tom grinned at me and opened the pack of lube. I assumed he was going to hand it to me and was genuinely surprised when he bent forward and started rubbing the lube into his own arsehole. I realised he was expecting me to fuck him and, sure enough, he leaned forward against a tree and pushed his arse out. I didn't hesitate - I moved up behind him, pulled his cheeks apart, positioned my cock against his hole and pushed. He grunted as I slid up him and then I began to fuck. His hole was tight, but not as tight as I thought it might be and I began to fuck him harder. He was really into being fucked and I didn't hold back. I fucked him as hard as I could and shot my load right up him. When I decided to challenge Tom, I had never thought for a minute that I would end up fucking him, pants down against a tree, with no condom! When I had finished cumming in him, he pulled off my cock and took hold of his own, which was rock hard. He began to wank and after just a few strokes, he shot his load out against the tree. We were both out of breath now and Tom grinned at me. "Thanks," he said "I really needed that." A few minutes later, we went back into the party, with no one any the wiser. I met Darren in the mid 2000s, not long after I had split from my partner. He messaged me on Saturday around lunchtime and said he was working in the area and would be finishing shortly and was horny to be sucked off. He had no pictures on his profile and didn't have many details either - just that he was in his early thirties and liked to be sucked off. I was feeling horny and messaged him back saying I would be happy to suck him off. He asked if he could cum in my mouth and I messaged back saying certainly he could. He sent me a smiley face and said he would be with me in about half an hour. A few minutes later he sent me a picture of his cock, which looked to be quite long and thick. I showered and, as I waited for him to arrive, I wondered what he would look like. I preferred a picture on a profile for obvious reasons, but I had already learned that some guys did not have face pics on their profiles because of their jobs, or because they just wanted to be discreet and didn't want their friends to see their profiles. I also knew, however, that quite often it was because they had a boyfriend or partner at home. Darren arrived as short time later and turned out to be a really good-looking young guy, stocky with dark blond shaggy hair, blue eyes and an arse that really filled out his trousers. He was wearing a dark polo shirt and work trousers and I could see that his cock was already hard. He grinned at me and asked me if I was still up for sucking his cock. I pulled him towards me and we kissed. My hand went down to his cock and he groaned and kissed me harder as I began to wank hi through his trousers. I pulled away and he unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them down to his knees along with his pants. His cock was long and thick and sticking straight up and I took it in my mouth and began to suck him off. He groaned loudly and his cock seemed to grow even harder in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then I could tell he was getting close. I didn't want him to cum just yet so I stopped sucking him and began to lick his big, hairy balls. He groaned again as I licked him and then I took his cock back in my mouth. I sucked him for a bit longer and then motioned to him to turn round. He shook his head and I told him I just wanted to lick his arse. He shook his head again and said "I can't......I've.......you know, been at work all day." I told him that didn't matter and, after a moment's further hesitation, he slowly turned round and bent over. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right into his hole. "Oh fuck!" he moaned loudly as I began to lick his arse. His hole was quite hairy and a bit funky, but I didn't care about that and I pushed my tongue right up him and licked him hard. I continued to lick him until he warned me he was getting close and then he turned round and pushed his cock back into my mouth. I sucked him for a couple more minutes and then I felt the head of his cock grow in my mouth and a few seconds later I was rewarded with a big mouthful of cum. He kept shooting more and more cum into my mouth and I swallowed the lot and then licked his cock clean. He pulled up his pants and grinned at me again. He told me he worked for a firm of landscape gardeners and tree surgeons who carried out work in the ara every few weeks and asked if I would be up for meeting with him again. I said I would definitely be up for that and he said he would message me the next time he was in the area. I wasn't sure if I would hear from him again, but one Saturday morning a few weeks later he messaged me and asked if I would be up for meeting him again. He arrived a short time later and within seconds his pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then I motioned to him to turn round. He didn't hesitate this time - he pulled his trousers and pants right down and bent over. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his fit, hairy arsehole. I rimmed him for a while and then I stood up and began to rub the head of my cock against his wet arsehole. He looked over his shoulder at me. "Do you want to fuck me?" he asked. I said I would love to fuck him and then he asked me if I had a condom. I shook my head and he was silent for a moment. "I don't normally fuck without a condom," he said "We don't have to fuck," I said "It's up to you." He was silent for another moment and then he bent forward and pushed his fit arse out towards me. "Fuck it, Let's do it!" he said I fingered some lube into his hole, moved in behind him and pushed the head of my cock against his hole. He was very tight, but I pushed my cock slowly into his arse and soon I was right up him. I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him. He groaned, "Oh fuck, that's good!" he said "That's so fucking good!" I was fucking him harder now and he seemed to be really into it. He was playing with his cock as I fucked him harder and before long I could feel myself getting close. I fucked him for a bit longer and then I shot what felt like a nice big load of cum into his arse. When I pulled out, I went down on his cock and almost immediately he shot his load into my mouth. I met up with Darren quite a few times over the next six months and he never mentioned condoms again. He seemed to be quite happy to take my cock up his arse without a condom and let me cum right up him each time and I enjoyed every minute of barebacking and breeding his tight arse. We met up one Saturday morning and, as usual, I sucked his cock, licked his arse for a while and then fucked him, depositing a nice big load of cum deep inside him. As I pulled out, I noticed that he was wearing a wedding ring. I commented on it and he went brick red. He told me he was actually married with two young children and, though he had fooled around with guys when he was younger, he had only started doing it with guys again recently. He said he normally took his wedding ring off but had forgotten today. He then told me I was only the second guy to fuck him since he'd been married and the first to do it without a condom. I could tell he was really uncomfortable talking about it, so I didn't ask him any more questions and he left shortly afterwards. Darren never contacted me again and I was not surprised. I think he was just really uncomfortable with me knowing he was married. I had enjoyed every minute of fucking his tight, married arse though and was really turned on to learn that I was the first to breed it. I suspected I would not be the last. I had another very horny experience a few years later in Germany when one of my friends asked me if I would mind translating a document from German into English for one of his neighbours. My friend's English was excellent, but he felt a native speaker could do a better job and asked if I would mind. He told me the document was for his neighbour Ali, who had come to Germany from Syria as a refugee. I said I'd be happy to help, and it was arranged that I would meet Ali that afternoon so that he could explain what he needed. He arrived at my hotel around 5pm, accompanied by his wife and two young children. They bought me a drink and we went through the documents. I didn't see any difficulties with translating them and estimated it would take me a couple of hours. Ali needed it the following day, so I said I would do it that evening and we arranged that he would call for it the following morning after breakfast. I had arrived in Hamburg in need of a rest, which I had now had, and I was also feeling extremely horny. I had been busy at work and not had much time for anything else. I had not cum for over a week and was looking forward to taking care of that by going cruising that night after I had finished translating the documents. In the event, I was tired when I finished the translation, and I decided to stay in that night and save my load for the following day. I met with Ali in the hotel bar the following day around lunchtime. He was on his own this time and, as well as bringing me a present, insisted on buying me a drink in the bar. He was a good-looking guy - dark haired and dark eyed and looked to be in his early 30s. He was keen to practice his English and we talked for a while and then had another drink. He told me how much he liked my friend and how helpful he and his partner had been. He then said he thought it was great that men could live together openly in Germany, and this led on to him asking about me. I wasn't sure quite where the conversation was heading, but I was beginning to get the feeling that Ali was coming on to me. After I had told him a bit about myself, he grinned and asked me if I like to have fun and I said I loved it. I didn't realise at first that he was asking me if I would like to have fun with him, but a short time later we were upstairs in my room and Ali was kissing me and feeling my cock through my trousers. He kissed me really well and then he unbuttoned my trousers, pulling them down to my knees along with my pants and then took my cock into his mouth. I had certainly not expected anything like this when I had arranged to meet Ali that day. He sucked me for a while and then we changed places and soon I had his cock in my mouth. He did not object when I turned him round and he bent over the bed as I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his arse. A short time later, Ali pulled his trousers and pants off and soon he was kneeling on the bed in just his polo shirt and socks. I pushed my tongue back up his arse and licked him and after a while he said "You fuck me?" I couldn't wait to fuck his fit arse and I got some lube and rubbed it on his hole and then I positioned myself behind him and pushed my cock against his hole. He pulled away, "No condom?" he said. He looked really shocked and I realised that he was not going to let me fuck him bareback. "No condom?" he said again, and I shrugged my shoulders. He was silent for a moment and then a grin spread over his face. "No condom!" he said "Sexy! No condom!" I pushed the head of my cock against his hole and this time he didn't resist. My cock slid up him easily and I began to fuck him. He gave a few little moans as I fucked him and I heard him moaning "No condom - sexy!" I continued to fuck him and then he moaned and saidd "Hard......hard!" At first I thought he was saying I was fucking him too hard, then I realised he was telling me he wanted it harder, and I took hold of his hips and began to really fuck him. I fucked Ali really hard and a short time later I was ready to cum. I kept fucking him and soon I was shooting what felt like a massive load of cum right up his unprotected arse. When I had finished cumming, I pulled out and Ali got off the bed, grinning. He pulled me towards him and kissed me as he wanked himself and a few minutes later he shot his load. I met up with Ali again early the following morning when he was on his way to work. He didn't have much time - he just pulled his pants and trousers down to his knees and bent forward, pulling his cheeks apart as I pushed up him. I fucked him and shot my load in him and then he pulled up his pants and went off work quite happily. The last thing he said to me was "No condom! Sexy!" Part 10 to follow

I was 18. He was 34. I met him through a friend that he was fucking. I wanted him so bad. He was all man and loved being surrounded by pussy bottoms. I tried everything to get with him but he was not having it. One day I asked him why he was not interested. He said he was very interested but did not play with neg bottoms. I was instantly on a mission to get him to convert me. It took almost 6 months but I wore him down and he bred me. I believe I was pozzed that first time but can’t be sure. He bred me continuously over the following months until finally I got sick. We actually stayed together for about seven more years. He has a 9.5 thick boy breaking cock that I still crave. I have “dated” a lot of men of color since and feel that I naturally gravitate towards them.

Whenever I go to a gay sauna, I strip off, lube up and clutching my poppers bottle go straight to the dark room. As I enter the scent of poppers and spunk his me and all the memories of other visits come rushing back do that I am immediatly hard. I push into the crowd and within seconds hands are feeling me,a mouth fastens onto my co cc l and I am bent forward as the first cock pushes up my bum. Then it starts: cock after cock , some shooting up me,others just ploughing my belly and in between my own cock finds a random arse and I slide inside a willing rectum, usually already lubed with hot fresh semen. So it goes on until I need a break and walk out dazzled into the lit area spunk dribbling down my thighs. A rest, a drink and back for more.

So since moving out to the middle of no where, I haven’t been able to play like I used to in the city. And MOST guys out this way are freaks. Many are married to women and only p lay during lunch time. So tonight I popped up grindr and this sexy Asian boy messaged me hello. We exchanged pics. I’m usually a bottom but having an 8” cock affords me beautiful smooth asses from time to time. we spent the next 20 mins detailing how he loves his ass eaten out and I explained I’m the best. With some details of how good I am…. he decided to come over. From the moment he walked in, we kissed, I sucked his boy tits and rimmed tue most soft beautiful Asian boy bubble ass… i got so hard that I spit on his pussy and slid in. For tue next 45 mins I toggled between my cock deep deep inside him, my tongue fat up his pussy and discovered he loves fingers and fucked him with my thumb he went nuts. to top it off, he said, can I Cum inside u now. HELL UEAH. Hey shot tue biggest load after I flexed my hole on his cock. Told him I’m 45 and he’s 20. Felt weird but he said most guys never come this close to pleasing him….. fuk yummy!

Way back whenever, forgot to use one and his sloppy hole felt too good to ever want to bother with them again.

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

Fucking hell. Another awesome chapter and a cliffhanger from hell!

I started getting barebacked as soon as I started getting guys to fuck me and never even considered using condoms till several years later, in the middle of high school. it just never made any sense that if a guy is using my hole to jerk himself off he would use a condom. plus I REALLY wanted loads in me from the first time. then at the beginning of highschool I was trained that cumdumps like me exist to be fucked raw, no exceptions. I did briefly try condoms when I started sneaking into bathhouses but guys would just stealth breed my slutty blindfolded ass anyhow so like why bother?

I went to the arcade/bookstore yesterday and within 20 minutes I got fucked 3 times and took 2 loads. I was in a booth that had a folding chair so I closed it and started watching some raw gay porn with my cock out of my shorts. I guy joined me and after blowing him for a bit he said he wanted to fuck me, I turned around dropped my shorts and presented my ass to him. He was fucking me when another guy looked in and my fucker asked if he wanted to fuck me as well, he pulled out and the next guy started pounding me hard, I had to brace myself against the wall. He gave me a few hard fucks and then I felt him tense up and fill my man pussy with his load, he pulled out and said look at my cum dripping out and then shoved his cock back in. Another guy showed up and he too started fucking me but didn’t want to cum so he left, the first fucker took over and didn’t last long as he shot his load into my ass. After that I pulled up my shorts and left with cum dripping out of my ass. I don’t often get lucky like that at an arcade so I was very satisfied.

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!

That's not a bad plan, aside from the chance that 19yo Ryan may get so panicky and anxiety-ridden from learning his nicely compartmentalized worlds of 'secret gay sex stuff with you' and 'his role in/sacred bond with his family/dad' have suddenly been breached and intermingled, courtesy of you, that he'd just 1) immediately cut ties with you 2) take a break from the gay stuff 3) keep the status quo and not advance your revelation to anything actionable. Also, remember that Ryan will always choose his dad over you, so if he happens to come to some conclusion that he needs to protect his dad's welfare by keeping you distant then he will do so (eg threat to his dad's reputation if news of that story got out , threat to his parents' marriage etc.) Otherwise, if you're conflicted about what resolution you want then should you really be proactively making moves? I say make up your mind first and then plan accordingly. For me personally, I wouldn't give two shits about what the right or wrong thing to do is and I would get that incest gloryhole up and running asap before Ryan finds unexpectedly himself a girlfriend and toggles off gay mode. I mean, you've been blessed with this goldmine of an anon father-son first time twisted extravaganza, such that if there were tickets selling, gays would probably camp out around the block for weeks to get tickets for it. And besides, isn't the best end game scenario for you in this whole thing a brian-ryan-you loadswap threesome?? 😈 Incest is best!

“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.

It was a typical Saturday afternoon and I was at my usual spot outside of the bookstore. A sleazy, popular joint that attracted all kinds of men and was an easy place to deal. If I thought I was being watched I could just slip inside and get lost for a while, always at least getting my big,11 inch ebony snake sucked, or dumping my load in some hungry manpussy. I didn't even have to pay to enter the maze of booths. The owner was a regular customer and I'd let him worship my monster, so I had unlimited access to the arcade. I was leaning against the side of the building, waiting for one of my regulars to come by when a black Escalade parked across the street, half a block down. I didn't think nothin of it when nobody got out right away. Wasn't unusual for dudes to sit in their cars getting up the nerve to actually go inside. It must have been about 15 minutes before the driver finally got out, and damn if one look at him didn't get my cock stirring in my jeans. Out stepped the sweetest little white boy I had seen in a while! He had to be barely 18 if a day, with strawberry blond hair, and a plump little bubble butt. My eyes followed him as he walked toward the door, nervously looking around before he ducked inside. My hardening dick told me to follow him, and I did. The kid was looking around the store, his hands stuffed into his pockets, obviously new to this whole thing. I could tell he was a rich kid with his Air Jordan's that didn't even have a scuff on them, his Sean John jeans, and his Ralph Lauren shirt. That was no doubt Daddy's Escalade he rolled up in. Hell, he had probably never been to this neighborhood before. But if he was here lookin for what I think he was, he was gonna get more than he bargained for if I had my way. He finally went up to the counter and handed the guy some cash, and showed him his ID. He had to pass by me on the way to the booths and I got a good smell of him. He smelled like soap, teenage boy, and sex. I went up to the counter and got a bottle of poppers and headed back there after my prey. My eyes had to adjust to the dark, but I didn't see my prize anywhere. I wandered the halls for about 5 minutes before I finally saw him exit a booth. He walked past me, giving me a nervous glance that said both, "I don't know what I'm doing", and "I want you." Damn right he wanted me. I was a fine mother fuckin piece of man. 6'2", and at 35, had a rock hard, wirey body, and beautiful ebony skin. The kid went into another booth and started to shut the door. My hand stopped it, and I slid in behind him, shutting the door. He didn't say a word as I gently reached out and stroked his face, but I could feel him tremble. "First time here?" I whispered to him. He just nodded, his blue eyes looking up at me. He wasn't very big, probably 5'9" and slender, but he did possess that plump mound of ass. I placed my hand on it while I said "relax baby boy, Jesse's gonna take real good care of you." I tilted his head back and leaned down, placing my full lips on his. He opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue in him. Mmmmmm....he tasted like candy. My hands rubbed his ass as my mouth took control of him. He just melted into me and I knew I had found my next bitch. I opened up the bottle and held it under his nose. "Breath deep baby boy, this will make you feel good. He inhaled deep like a good boy. I just switched nostrils back and forth a few times while he sucked in the fumes. I sat down on the chair and he sank onto my lap. Grabbing my face he started kissing me passionately while he ground his ass into my lap. I knew I had him hooked. "You like that baby boy?" I asked. "You like how that made you feel?" "Mmmmmmmm yea," he moaned. "Feels good." "I got something else that will make you feel sooooo much better. You wanna try it? You trust me?" "Oh yea," he moaned, licking my neck. Stupid little bitch. He didn't know he just sealed his fate. I pulled a little pipe out of my pocket that I kept preloaded. "You know what this is baby boy?" He just shook his head no. "This is Majic Miss T. She knows how to make you feel real good." I lit my lighter and melted the shards. As soon as the pipe filled up, I took the first hit, blowing the smoke into his mouth. Then I held up the pipe for him. "Breath slow and deep," I told him. Then blow it into my mouth. He did as instructed, so obedient. I just kept feeding him the pipe, until he finished off the bowl in 6, big hits. "Good boy," I told him. "You did that very well." Even in the dim lite I could see his eyes become dark saucers as lust glazed them over. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his creamy, alabaster skin, and his little pink nipples. I latched my mouth onto one, sucking it hard, and biting it with my teeth. He squealed and writhed, but I held him firm, then attacked the other one. I could feel his hard dick in his jeans pressing into my stomach, assuring me he was loving the rough treatment. I pulled off his shoes and socks, throwing them in the corner, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pushed him onto the floor and grabbed the legs, pulling them off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but not for long. I grabbed the waist band and ripped them off, leaving him naked and vulnerable, just how I like my white boys to be. His dick stood straight up out of his patch of reddish pubes, and he looked at me with crazed lust. "How much time you got baby boy?" I asked. "As much as I want. My parents and my sister are on vacation for two weeks." He panted. "Oh bitch," I thought to myself. You don't know what you just got yourself into.

I played "don't stop me now" by Queen on piano for my neighbour -she's unaware of my status- and she told me "wow, it seems Freddie Mercury lives inside you"... I gave her the biggest smile and hug I could. But if she knew she'd excuse herself for life poor lady! Another level of pozpride for me.

Chapter 20B: Giving Thanks part 2 With that, my partner went next. He first thanked me for becoming his partner, and deciding that he would be the one to gift me. He proclaimed that it was a dream come true for him. He said that he loved to fuck any and all ass he could, but went on meds until he found THE one he wanted to first gift. He continued by saying although it was time to give thanks, he did have some regrets that he thought were important to get out. He started by saying he somewhat regretted getting both of us into using Tina. He did say that he gave thanks that we both realized the potential consequences and had limited our use of it. He also said he regretted not being TOTALLY open with me in regards to not telling me that he was actually in the fuckternity, that the waiter was the one that pozzed him, and that he didn't tell me he had stopped his meds a week earlier than I had thought. Although he had already told me all that by now, it was great to hear him say he regretted it. We embraced each other kissing, and grinding our cocks together as we embraced The waiter was up next. He really didnt have alot to say besides he was thankful that my partner let him be the one to gift him. He continued by admitting that prior to meeting my partner, he was just a cum craving dump, but thankful that my partner convinced him to become start topping. With that my partner embraced him and planted a deep kiss on him. Finally up was the pizza boy. After hearing all of our atories, he was actually tearing up. He first thanked the doctor for having a frank discussion about wanting to be pozzed. The highs the lows and preventative or meds available regardless of his choices. He said he had had several opportunities to play while making deliveries but this was the first he ever acted on. He continued by saying that the two huge cocks and the tat sent him over the edge. He then walked over to me, kissing me and grabbing my cock. He then thanked me for saying that I helped him realize that size was not everything. He then said breed me now! The doctor intertupted and said dinner was almost ready, and plenty time for breeding after. The doctor then encouraged us to grab a drink and mingle for awhile while he took the turkey out. Although none of us fucked, we all either jacked or sucked each other. The doctor stuck his head out and said dinners ready! We all retreated inside for the feast! The doctor explained that he had a tradition that his guests stick their cock up the turkeys ass! He said you don't have to cum in it, but that's a bonus, and based on on precum dripping cocks, figured at least a few of us would bust inside! Not sure how many actually nutted in turkey, but definitely a few! We all enjoyed our dinner and then had a fun fuck fest after! And now my personal thanks to all of you following along and liking or commenting on it! May you all get stuffed, or stuff someone today!

Met a guy cruising the beach in East Hampton on long Island . I was sucking his cock in the moonlight when 2 other guys approached. I sucked all three of them on my knees. Never did get two in my mouth ,but after a while they all jerked off and had me open my mouth and all three shot there loads in my mouth. Lots of hot timed on that beach at night.

Yes, also thinking the same thing. Most infections occur through blood-sperm contact. If a positive top fucks a negative bottom so hard that the bottom starts to bleed and the top cums inside the bottom, there is a chance that the bottom will get infected. Oral sex doesn't involve blood (mostly 😉) I would avoid giving a blow job if you bit your lip which caused a cut tho. I also swallowed gallons of seed before I got on PreP and still neg.

reading this story turns me so fucking on, waiting for more to cum!

I am mesmerized by your passion for hairy arses. Yum

There's a lot to unpack in this post. You kind of pussyfoot around what your actual question(s) is/are, so I'm going to make some assumptions and respond accordingly. If I misunderstand feel free to correct me. It sounds like you find this guy attractive and want to either (a) possibly date or (b) have sex with. For either one you'd have to know what his proclivities are. You don't say where you live - which is highly relevant. I get from your description that it's not the most gay-friendly place in the world, but that could be anything from a somewhat less-enlightened part of the United States to man places in western Europe to a lot of places in other parts of the world. Different places have different protections for gay people, so hiding behind an anonymous account where you don't even disclose your country, much less your city, leaves a huge hole in whatever help can be offered. It sounds like this guy may be in a supervisory capacity over you, in some fashion, even if he's not a professor. Regardless of where you live, that presents ethical issues you'll need to check into. Someone in an administrative capacity at the hospital and at the medical school should be able to explain what policies exist, if any, regarding socializing/dating between a hospital employee and a medical student. You can ask for general policies without naming names or revealing your sexual orientation. If I were you, I'd be trying to find out more about him without committing to anything. He's invited you to his house; ask him about coming over for some specific, time-limited event (watching a TV show or movie, watching a sports event, dinner, whatever). Make sure it's time-limited so you have a good reason to leave after a reasonable amount of time, and pay attention while you're there. If he's got pictures of himself with other people, ask if they're family or friends. He may have some decor (like something with a rainbow) that conveys that he's LGBT-aligned, or maybe not. You can ask how long he's lived there. You can ask whether dating was difficult for him during medical school and has he found it easier since he's out of school and working as a doctor. In other words, ask questions that give him the opportunity to volunteer more info to you - he's in the position of power (so to speak) so you want to let him set the pace. If he's gay or bi and has an interest in you, it'll come up at some point. If he is just interested in mentoring you, that should become clearer over time, too. The point is, you don't HAVE to come out to him to get a lot further along in understanding what's going on. But you do have to do the homework.

Damn I don’t think I’ve seen as many bottoms anywhere on a weekday. Sniffies is completly covered with hosting bottoms. 2 in the same motel I am. But as of this m,omens I’ve had 5 loads. 2 oral, 3 anal. And I got me a virgin. Kid had never fucked ass before. Did a pretty good job. Going to stick around for a little longer.

Such a great story, all his waiting is now over. Bring on the pig

I thought I was the weird bottom that couldn’t get hard during anal! I’m glad I found someone with the same predicament.

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

Good faggot. The best thing a cumdump like you can do is accept what you are, what your purpose is and just own it. Some people are born to be submissive whores that get used sexually by men. Some are born to be used and degraded, and just trashed by the man men out there who love fucking trash. You were born to suck cocks, get fucked, and take loads, from ANY male that wants to mount you and breed you, anytime, anywhere, any number of men, no questions asked, no strings attached. Doesn’t matter what they look like, or their ages, or looks, or if he tells you that you are a trashy whore or even if a man hates you. lf a man tells you to get down on your knees and suck his cock, then spits in your face, you’re the faggot who will drop to its knees and start sucking, even if you’re on a street corner, or on your parents porch. You’re the kinda faggot that lets men you have never seen or spoked to fuck you up the ass bareback and cum inside you with other strangers watching, cause you have no standards, no pride, no shame and no self respect. For faggots like you, none of those thing is more important than being a cumhole. Never forget what you are faggot.

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.

Last night in my hotel room. Guy on Grindr hit me up and he was in my hotel. He wanted me face down ass up. So I was, used the envelope they put the room key in, to props the lock open. He came in and I had left the lube with a towel on the bed. so he starts eating my hole. And the lube isn’t there! I am playing with the sheets and cat find it anywhere. So we used spit, lots of spit. He had a beautiful cock and rode me about 5 minutes before blowing his 5 day load in me.

Agreed such hot tops and a hungry btm

So ive always been a condom only type top. Im married and didnt want to take the risk of bringing something home to my wife. But last night a hot bottom boy hit me up on grindr with a ass like ive never seen. Told me he would host and be face down ass up in a jock waiting for me with a condom next to him. I showed up and took the condom out but looking down at the hot hole I decided to finally try out raw. He was cool with it so i lubed up and slid inside... omg what a fucking pleasure it was. And when it came time to unload it was so nice just dumping my spurts of cum inside his hole with not a worry in the world of pregnancy or any other kind of bullshit. I pulled out. He said thanks and i left. So easy and convenient for a hot straight(ish) married guy like myself to just get off and leave. Im thinking im definitely hooked on raw lol

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

A week ago. I was at home and either had the day off from work, or had free time before going in that afternoon. I was logged-in at another site when this 20y.o. white guy working nearby unexpectedly hits me up talking about how he's about to be on his lunch break and did I want to host him for a pump-and-dump? "Sure" Figuring it would lead to absolutely nothing - just like most attempted online encounters these days - I didn't expect to see him, but, I was already cleaned out and ready anyways. And, by "ready", that meant dressed in my slut uniform of a hoodie and knee-highs with the door unlocked. But, sure enough, he was at my building as he said he would be, albeit fumbling around with the entry code to the point where I had to put my clothes on and go downstairs to physically open the door for him. We hustled back upstairs to my apartment, stripped down, and got down to it. I ate his cock for a bit until he told me to give him my ass. He was pretty self-assured for a young fella, which, I liked. I couldn't believe a 20y.o. white kid was checking ME out! It just seemed weird, because it NEVER happens. There really wasn't anything too terribly memorable about him fucking me, but, I did like the way he really grabbed my hips and sank in initially. I really FELT it! He pumped away for just a few minutes before obviously unloading with a nice heavy sigh of relief. And, to his credit, he didn't pull at that moment out to admire it like they do in the videos.

So that I could poz others

BONUS CHAPTER TODAY! Not knowing what tropical storm Nikki may bring to my area, posting today rather than tomorrow. Next Chapter: The Exam. The exam began like any normal exam. Height, weight, BP, the usual. As the doctor was checking my balls, I started getting hard. I was a bit embarrassed, but he said that was a normal reaction, and a good sign. He then asked if I had thought about pozzing anyone once I became poz. I told him that I had thought about it, but was worried my equipment wasn't the best to poz someone. He said just look at his cock. It was about the same size as mine, yet it looked longer on his wasting body. He continued by saying that he has pozzed others with a similar cock. That was a relief to me! The doctor then instructed me to put my legs in the stirrups and took out a speculum to open my ass wide. He said that my hole was quite flexible, and that he was sure that my partner helped out with that. I asked the doctor to retrieve my phone from my pants, and take a closeup of my wide open hole, to which he agreed. After he loosened the speculum and said it was time for a prostrate exam. He explained that I was too young to know what one was like, but normally the Dr would simply insert a finger to feel the prostrate for cancer. He explained that if it was OK, he'd be inserting his cock, not to check for cancer, but to see how I reacted. He then put his cock in me, and started fucking me. It wasn't long before I started to precum. My partner and the waiter entered the exam room, just as I shot a huge load on my chest and face. The doctor then released his nut into me after a few grunts. The doctor then congralated us on our decision and added by saying it was his option that I not only wanted it, but needed it. I looked at my partner, and said the doctor was right, and I wanted him to be the one to poz me. A huge smile came over my partners face, and he planted a huge kiss on me. The doctor did the same with the waiter. The doctor explained that he still had to do an HIV and STI tests, which would become a normal routine but he would be honored to see my partner breed me. The waiter asked if he could breed me too. The doctor said absolutely not! He said there would be plenty of time to breed me once I got the fuck flu. Just like the Dr helped him during his fuck flu. The doctor even said that he was thinking about going off meds to help me through the flu phase. With that, my partner told me to get on the table and we'd make love for the last time while both of us were still negative. The Dr walked over to a cabinet, and retrieved a glass pipe, and said don't mind us, we'll be celebrating too. As much as I wanted to smoke too, and we agreed it should only be done in a solo situation ans I wanted our last negative session to be completely sober, and enjoy the moment. My partner began making love to me and the doctor wheeled over some sort of machine. He explained that it was a sonogram, typically used on pregnant women but it was also great to see a cock up an ass. He applied a cold liquid on my lower stomach, and put the pad on it. Sadly he didn't let us watch the video, but said he'd give me a copy of it. He explained that as I had made up my mind to have my partner poz me, there was to be no anal sex for at least the next 2 weeks to insure that it was him that gifted me. He said that I was free to breed others though and suck as much cock as I could. The doctor said that he would test my partner every few days, and determine when he became toxic again. He said it normally took 2 weeks, but he'd seen it happen faster in rare cases. He then said he'd be happy to provide a place for my conversion to take place. He said it would be at his home, and not in the office. He continued by saying that it should be in a romantic setting. He continued by saying it would be an honor to video it to create a lasting video. We both agreed to that! Next Chapter: Hell Weeks

Not a physician of any kind here, but comparing your image visually to resources available online, they do resemble monkeypox lesions at the latter pustule stage. The pustule stage normally lasts 5-7 days before the lesions begin crusting, a process which lasts a further 7-14 days. Once the scabs have fallen off and new skin is underneath, the person is no longer infectious. If you do have monkeypox, judging by the information, you’ll likely be out of action for a week and a half to two weeks. I would see your doctor at once.

Chapter 6: Meth Monster? When we woke the next morning, i said lets watch the video again, This time without lighting up the pipe. We layed naked on the bed, kissing and playing with each others cocks. Although we had watched it the night before, we were both pretty high in the clouds then. The video started with me in the sling, and the waiter being both a verbal and physical tease. He was rubbing his huge cock on my hole asking if I was ready for the sting of the scorpion. After all, he said he was undetectable and Tina made me say Yes Sir. He then just slipped the head of his cock in asking if i wanted to be one of his many sons. Again I said Yes Sir. He said it was my last chance to say no, that one breeding typically gave him a new son. I just said breed me Sir! With that, he shoved his cock in me to the base, and fuckt me harder than I'd ever been fuckt! As he was about to cum he simply said welcome to the Brotherhood! While he was fucking me, my partner offered me a brown bottle, and began jacking. Once the waiter blew his nut in me, he told my partner to fuck me, pushing his toxic load deep in me. He told me I was to jack off and shoot my last negative load, which i did. I did have Tina dick, but still was able to shoot my load over my head! After the video ended, my partner said it was a good idea to suggest watching it again. He continued by saying that he was proud of me for taking what I thought might have been a toxic load that night. He concluded by saying that he was sorry that he made me wait a month to see it, but he had his reasons. After another amazing breeding session, we both fell back asleep. I woke first around 5pm, and aroused him from his sleep saying we missed checkout. He laughed and said the motel charged by the hour! He said it was a good thing the motel didn't have a true maid service and that the maid didn't find us breeding. I laughed and said I hope she wears gloves cleaning the room, especially the cum soaked sheets! As it was a weekend, and we didn't have classes, we stayed until around 6. My partner reminded me that we had both been excited about trying Tina, but that we had to be careful that we didnt become addicted to it, to which i agreed. He said that he felt the waiter had an addiction, and although he had given us some for free, it could well be to lure us in until he started selling it to us. It was something I'd never thought about. I agreed that Chem sex was fun with others, but agreed it should be in moderation, and never when it was the two of us breeding. He smiled and agreed. After our conversation we then returned to the waiters restaurant, once again asking for his section. When he came to the table, he said no champagne for you 2, just strong black coffee! He said to enjoy our dinner, and that he was off early if we wanted to join him at his place later. Of course we agreed! We'd meet him at his place at 9! Well of course we did!

Chapter 2: True Confessions After downing our drinks, he told me there were 2 things that I should know about him. He started out by saying that he had recently tried Tina for the first time, and was amazed as how it enhanced his sexual experiences, particularly as a bottom. I explained that I've heard that it was great for bottoms, but that tops would often get Tina dick. He looked at me laughing and saying that Tina was the reason he wanted me to become a top. He continued by saying don't be offended, but although he felt I had become a good top, I was lacking in equipment. He continued by saying that with Tina, that didn't really matter, and that he often smoked before we had our topping lessons! I truly had no idea. Usually when I fucked him, he didn't get hard, but then again, neither did I when getting fuckt. I told him that I had never done Tina, but was curious, but never knew anyone that I trusted to do it with. He said that I did now. He said he didn't have any now, but once he did, he would let me try it if I wanted. I said I'd like that. Onto Confession 2. He again suggested we have another drink before it. All I could think is WTF could it be? After downing our drinks, he asked me what I thought about becoming positive. He was surprised when I told him, I had thought about it, and that I too had a Confession to make. I told him as he knew, I was relatively new to the BB scene, but I've done some research on it, including becoming poz. I explained that before returning to college, I thought that I may have had the fuck flu and was tested for the first time. I was scared as fuck, yet still excited about it for some reason. I didn't think that my new dad or brother were poz but I'd been fucked at their orgies, and who knows. I was naive, and never asked, but then again even if asking, guys lie. He then asked me what I would say if he told me he was positive, but on meds and considered undetectable. I explained that unlike many guys, I understood the U=Undetectable. I then asked him if he had the intention of ever becoming full blown, and he said absolutely not. He said that we were of similar ages, and likely both saw what a horrible death it was. He continued by saying that someone close to him lost their life from it. With that, he crawled in bed spooning me. Although his cock was hard, he didn't enter me. The night was rough on me. So much going through my mind. I sensed that he was actually crying after telling me about loosing someone close to him. I was tossing and turning, and it wasn't long before he retreated to his own bed. I was actually quite happy about that. The next morning, well actually early afternoon, he had got back in bed with me. I felt blessed his hard cock pressing against my ass and said fuck me. He said he wanted to, but suggested we go to brunch first and then back to the room to make love for desert. I agreed.

meant top 'n needy bottom!

Nothing like getting a quick load out in nature by a redneck!

Part 6 I checked my coat. It was Friday night, I had been wearing suits and ties all week, and I was planning on getting dirty so I had slipped on a white t-shirt, a white Barcode Berlin jockstrap and some loose grey sweatpants with an old pair of Airmax. Definitely not the way Parisians dress to go out on Fridays! I sat at the bar and got a beer. I very rarely drink alcohol but I was feeling weird asking the bartender for a Coke. The place was pretty empty still, except for maybe four or five guys just hanging out. -“Disappointed?” the bartender said. -“Nah, wasn’t feeling lucky today anyway.” -“Don’t worry, the place will be overflowing in about an hour. -“Cool, let’s hope I’m still awake by then.” -“Come on, I think a lot of guys would be very disappointed if you weren’t around later” he said giving a quick look at my butt. -“I won’t be too worried for you” he added with a smile and a wink. I finished my beer and decided to go explore. I took the stairs to the basement, and almost tumbled my way down missing some steps due to the thick darkness. I entered a room with a few armchairs, and kept going until I found a smoking room and finally what looked like the play room. The room was painted completely black, with a large mattress covered in red fake leather at the centre. Some benches were put on the right side, while four or five private booths with glory holes could be found on the left side. Another red mattress was in the back of the room, separated by a black wall right across the sling. I was alone in there and it felt cold. I was almost spooked when a guy popped out of nowhere. He just had a nap and I figured that I might as well do the same until I could pick up some action. Signs were posted everywhere that sleeping in there was not allowed though so I just made my way back to one of those armchairs and dozed off. It did not take long before I was woken up by some voices. I had probably slept for about thirty minutes, and when I opened my eyes, the basement had filled up with guys. All types, all ages, all shapes. Maybe this would turn out to be a good night after all. I just made my way to the bathroom to take a piss, and throw some water on my face, before heading to the play room. It was still dark as hell and my eyes weren’t getting used to anything. I felt some hands diving directly into my pants right to my ass. I heard a deep voice tell me in French -“Bien dormi, garçon? On t’as vu dormir là-bas, on t’attendais.” (“Slept well, boy? We saw you sleeping back there, we were just waiting for you to join”). The voice was coming from a dark corner and I couldn’t make up any face or even figure out how many guys they were. -“Nous” (“We?”) -“Viens!” (“Come over”). I felt dragged gently by the arm to the mattress, while being handed a drink. I emptied the glass and I felt my t-shirt being slipped over my head. My head started to feel a bit dizzy and my body warmer in a good way. I was still completely in possession of my senses and capable of consenting to everything being done to me. My sweatpants were pulled down and I felt a warm tongue licking my hole wet while another was being pushed into my mouth. A few hands were exploring my body. I was thriving on the attention. I was feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also powerful and invincible all at the same time. My vision was slightly affected but I could start making out some figures in the dark red light. The guy in front of me looked average height, and quite skinny. I could see he had long hair pulled into a bun. His deep voice sounded mature. I thought I could see two other men by my sides, in addition to the one rimming my hole. I think they were all shirtless, wearing shorts or sweatpants. I wasn’t so underdressed after all. I felt a hand pushing my head down to a dick which I immediately swallowed. It was average size but already quite wet, either from precum or from other guys’ ass juices maybe. I heard them talking about me in French, about what they were about to do to me. I speak fluent French but some accents are a bit difficult to understand for me and I could not fully grasp the conversation. On the other hand, I didn’t care that much at that point, I just wanted to be used. A circle of guys who wanted to sneak a peek formed around us. I was being touched by so many hands but my four partners seemed like the possessive type as they kept pushing away anyone who tried to sneak into our action. The guy behind me switched from rimming to rubbing his dick against my hole -“Bonne chienne! Tu vas sentir ma grosse bite au fond de trou de salope!” (“Good bitch! You’re gonna feel my big dick deep in your slut’s hole!”). I was just able to moan but the guy in front just slapped my face while holding me by the neck -“Dis à mon pote que tu veux sa bite bien profond salope!” (“Tell my friend you want his dick deep, whore!”) -“Je veux sa bite bien profond!” (“I want his dick deep inside!”). Another slap -“On dit ‘S’il-vous-plaît monsieur’, chienne!” (“We say ‘Please, Sir’, bitch!”) - “”S’il-vous-plaît, monsieur!” (“Please, Sir!”) I couldn’t even finish my sentence that I felt the guy’s cock being rammed into my hole. Despite years of practice and use, I’m quite tight. I almost screamed but the leader kept my head firmly in place with his dick in my mouth. The guy on my left put a bottle of poppers under my nose and ordered me to sniff deeply, before pinching both my nostrils for a few seconds. I just felt that huge rush going through my body. I closed my eyes and arched my body, losing conscience of everyone else but the four guys currently taking care of me. I was still very aware that I was being fucked on all four in my jocks with my pants at my ankles, all exposed in the middle of a darkroom, and it was the best feeling ever! -“Bonne chienne qui aime la bite, ça!” (“That’s a good slut, enjoying dick!”). -“C’est pour ça que tu viens, salope? Prendre des bites dans le noir?” (“That’s why you’re here, bitch? To take dicks in the dark!”) I could smell the strong scent of the guys mixing, I could feel the sweat dripping on my back from the guy fucking me. The guy on my right stopped his buddy from thrusting, shot his load onto his dick, before telling him to go again. It wasn’t long before he shot his load deep inside, using his friend’s cum as lube. That’s when I heard one of them say -“Voilà, de la plombe pour la chienne!” (“There, some loaded juice for the bitch!”) while thrusting in and out slowly.

I had straight sex with females most of my life up til a couple of years ago. I always hated condoms and very seldom used them. I didn`t even like it if my female partners were on birth control no matter if they were a one night stands or a wife. I was able to talk many women into stopping their birth control. And I`d fuck them bare and cum in them. So when it came time for me to start taking dick I wanted it bare only no holding back and no prep. I`m so glad I have not had a condom in my ass yet and I have even met with a poz no meds guy and he has cum in me.

Sorry chat not working for me here....but probably see me on other cock loving sites...maybe more luck there...

Jamal was hard in his jeans as he knocked on the apartment door, his mind awhirl with arousal and anticipation. Replaying in his mind the conversation he'd had on Grindr earlier that day with a white dom (who on the app used the nom de plum BOIMAKER) he'd been talking back and forth with for almost a week now: Are you ready for tonight BOY? This white cock is hard and hungry for a black hole to fill! Fuck yes Master, this boy can't wait to be your slave. I'm hard already. Hard and ready to obey. To be a slutty black slave, whose only thought is pleasing your master cock with whatever hole you desire, Like a good boy should be. When I'm through turning you, molding you, nigger, you'll never want to be anything else. Just a slave. A slut. A hole. The man followed this exchange up with a closeup cock pick. White, uncut, massive. Jamal's idea of heaven. You'll just be my nigger hole. Good for nothing but getting this inside him. The 26 year old black man could already feel the white cock inside him, using him, claiming him. The white stud debasing him. The dark skinned young professional had always been submissive in bed, but there was something about raceplay that really turned him on. Maybe it was the [banned word]. Maybe it was the hot white cocks. He'd always had a weakness for white men, particularly bears and cubs, he loved the feel of body hair on his smooth black skin. The give of their soft bodies that belied the muscles hidden underneath. The very thought of them dominating him, controlling him, owning him... What had been a fantasy had over the years become his obsession. And as he waited in the silence following the knock announcing bis presence to his Master-to-be, a little voice whispered to him, Dark truths he could not quite yet accept. Maybe it turns you on because you know it's more than mere fantasy, a quiet voice whispers from the corners of his subconscious. Maybe it turns you on because you know where all black boys belong: serving at the feet of their white betters. Because you know what all blacks truly are: beasts of burden, not meant to have wills of their own. So when the door opened, and a thick young cub opened the door in a wifebeater and thigh hugging latex boxer-shorts, his arms thickly matted with curly black hair, Jamal nearly came on the spot. He could give his soul to this white stud. "M-m-master!" The black man stammered, "I am here to serve." The young man, no older than 20, eyed Jamal with a hungry sneer. His pursed pink lips and arrogant expression framed by closely cropped black stubble. He looked down at the 9 inch bulge straining Jamal's jeans. "Look at you boy, even your cock leaps to a white man's bidding. We're gonna have fun tonight ." "Yes Master." "Take off your clothes." In moments, Jamal was naked, hands awkwardly behind his back leaving his hard black cock jutting prominently from his muscular frame. Even between his massive thighs, balanced from behind by firm, dimpled ass cheeks, it was clear his endowment had few peers. The white man cast an appraising look over Jamal, gray eyes betraying nothing before he commanded him yet again. "On your knees, you black faggot. I want you to crawl over to me." Jamal eagerly sank to his knees, and crawled over to the center of the room where his Master stood. His eyes never left the massive bulge beneath the cub's hairy muscular stomach. The boxers left none of his foot long cock to the imagination. Its impressive length, and girth evident from how it strained against the material, some sort of latex or spandex like polymer. When he reached the man, the white man grabbed the back of Jamal's head and forced his nose into his crotch. "Sniff my crotch. My powerful white cock. Good slaves should know what a real man smells like, so that they know they will always be boys." The smell was pungent, overwhelming, it was pure masculine dominance. And Jamal felt lightheaded as he inhaled, he was too aroused to think. Every sniff chased the impulse to think furthger from his mind, every independent instinct. He did not need them anymore. He was where he belonged, on his knees. All he had to do was obey. This scent. His Master's potent white musk, was like a drug, a corrective rewriting his very DNA. When his Master pulled his face away from the bulge barely constrained in the Jamal's eyes were vacant, drool pooled at his mouth. Cock, was his only thought, I need that big white dick. "You liked that didn't ya boy?" Jamal's new Master tilted his head up so that his gray, confident gaze consumed Jamal's own, the black boy's sense of self shrinking even more in the strength of that gaze. He felt himself dissipate in the forceful glare, his throbbing, black tool leaking uselessly in his shorts. "Ye'essss Master, love your-yer cock. S-s-smelled gooooood." "And that smell. Your master's smell made you feel good, didn't it boy?" "Yesss." "Made you feel horny and slutty-" "Yesss." "Made you wanna serve me, eh? Turn off your nigger brain and serve." As the white man towering above him spoke, he stuck one, then two, then three fingers into Jamal's mouth, which the boy sucked instinctively. So in answer to the last question, he merely moaned. Black damp spot in the crotch of his jeans spreading. The cub turned to the table behind him, and Jamal saw a pipe and a bag filled with translucent crystals.Though he'd never used it before, he recognized the telltale signs of meth immediately. For a moment, the euphoric haze cleared. He wanted to serve, to obey, to be used, but... hard drugs were dangerous, weren't they? Addictive. Life-ruining. How far was he willing to go for a fantasy? The white man loaded up the long, thin glass pipe with a few sizeable crystals, noticing as he did so the uncertain look in Jamal's eyes. He smiled, the cruel assertive certainty not leaving his gray eyes, "What? Never traveled to the clouds, eh." "I haven't done any master. I knew some friends who dabbled in college and, uh... it got out control." Even as he spoke, Jamal picture himself taking the pipe from his master's hands and smoking it. The smell of Master's cock still in his nose. How hot would it be to debase himself like this? How slutty would he feel, submitting to white cock both inside and out, while in the throes of a powerful drug? "I-I was always afraid of losing myself." He continued, blinking rapidly as beads of nervous, and anticipatory, sweat, beaded on his forehead. "Well that's the idea boy," he handed Jamal the loaded pipe and a lighter, "Slaves have no control. Slaves have no self to lose." The white cub grabbed Jamal by the back of the head and shoved his face into his armpit. "Sniff boy, play with that black cock of yours while my scent empties your mind." Jamal complied automatically, eagerly. The sweaty, mascinline aroma buffeted away every concern, thought and need, but... Obey. Slack-jawed, Jamal barely hesitated as he took the pipe, melting the crystal with the lighter before putting it to his lips. "Suck it deep. Deep and slow." After twenty seconds of filling his lungs, Jamal exhaled a large cloud into the air. The remainder of his doubts exhaled with it. The boy sat back on his juicy black ass, grinning dumbly as his whole body buzzed. His mind was foggy. He felt good... detached from himself, but very aware of every sensation his body felt. He felt warm, electric, open... "Good boy, feels good don't it? Getting high, and obeying me. Serving me. " "Yesss Masser." "Hit the pipe again nigger. Slower this time. Deeper." The cloud billowed out of Jamal's mouth and nose seemingly in slow motion. The warmth spreading throughout him hit his crotch, and without thinking he began rubbing his own black faggot hardon. "Every inch of your black body tingles doesn't it. At the thought of obeying me. Getting high for me. Being used for me." "Yessss." "Take another hit boy. Deeper this time. Slower." He hit it again. Exhaling an even more bilious and voluminous cloud into the air, the familiar tingle grew stronger. The detached sensation he felt was somehow compounded even further by drugs in his system meeting his Master's smell. "Take another boy." He did, and the warmth inside him began to tingle insistently around the ring of his ass. And also deep within his hole. As his glazed eyes fell on the bulge now a mere foot away. The tingle became an itch. "Again." Jamal's vacant pupils were as wide as dinner plates as a billowing cloud of smoke exited his lips. He smiled as he felt that familiar feeling, the odd combo of intense focus and blissfull detachment. Every inch of his body tingled even more insistently as he felt his mind drift on clouds of meth and musk and lust. The itch in his black hole, his nigger hole, grew into a hunger. As if sensing that hunger, his Master peeled the compression shorts off his massive, alabaster thighs and kicked them to the ground, and his pendulous cock hung swinging from his crotch, nestled in a dark thicket of pubes. He stood there, cock looming large in Jamal's tunneling vision. The man did not speak. He knew, with the amphetamine in Jamal's system, and the musk of a superior white cock in the boy's nose. He did not need to. The nigger's own inner desires would do the work for him.

So last night I messaged a dom daddy to see about hooking up we both agreed and plans were set in motion. He came to my place got there about 8pm. We started with taking hits off the pipe with T. Then I got down and started sucking his cock. Then I got up on the couch where I assumed the position. He slid in me hole and started to fuck me. Thourgh out the time he was fucking my hole we would take hits of T. I love having his cock in my ass, I love the way it feels and how the T opens me up to where he can just slid in and have his way with me hole. I told him my hole belonged to him and he could have his way fucking and abusing my hole. I know at one point he had pulled out and pretty much had his fist in my hole, because of how open i am. With him fucking me I have cock to realize I love having bbc in me. So i told him that my hole is made for bbc and that bbc is they only way for me now. I also told him that i am a cumdump for bbc. All this while he was fucking my hole and us watching porn and taking the occasional hit of T. He didnt leave my place till about 6am. I can tell you I'm disappointed that he didnt shoot his loads in my hole either time. I can say it was a good time had by both of us. I cant wait till next time and excited to start my new journey taking more and more bbc

So tonight I got fucked and a load up my as by pigdaddy he came to my place which was different we started off by smoking t then I got down and suck on his bbc then he said he was ready for me ass. He said he love my fag pussy while fuck it. I love how my fag pussy just opens up for him to enter. I love how he goes deep into my pussy. A few more hits of the pipe and he was ready to unload in my fag pussy. He asked I is this what you want for your fag pussy to be charged up? I replied back yes charge it up he continued fucking till he filed my fag pussy with his load. We got up he cleaned his cock and got dressed. I knew I had his load in me so I wait for him to leave. Once he left I went and got the toothbrush I have just for this occasion and proceeded to put it in my fag pussy and brush till there was blood in Hope's that he is off meds and has a high vl that way I get infected with his dna and become poz

Where are the Texas guys??

I knew right away that I didn't mind being used and treated like an object.just a hot body with a set of holes for men to use and dump loads in.but then I started to realise I liked being called a slut and a faggot and how guys treated me like a cheap dirty whore. then I knew I loved how men see me as a dirty fucking worthless cumdumpster that exists to serve men and take loads.i love how any man that sees me knows I'm an easy fuck and that I get fucked by hundreds of anonymous strangers.a guy recently told me I can't be a human flashlight because I'm not human, I'm an object.i love how men tell me I'm trash

omg public restrooms are where I really learned to be a cumhole and where I realised I am such a cockhungry, cumthirsty faggot (that's what I always used as my description in chatrooms and on bathroom walls) that I literally didn't care whose cocks I was sucking or who was fucking me up the ass.i just knew I wanted to be used by as many men as possible. it was hot knowing guys were coming to these public restrooms just to use some slutty faggots cumhole.straight guys, gay guys, bi, trans, married, single, young, old, attractive, unattractive, fat, skinny, whatever. Just a bunch of random guys cruising or making a quick stop in a public restroom looking for some dirty faggot willing to get on its knees and suck their cocks, no questions asked. they don't have to ask my name or tell me their names, they don't have to talk to me or pretend to respect me. they know what I am and I know what I am. a fucktoy.willing to suck anyones cock or let anyone fuck me bareback.

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.