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Key West, 1993. I was walking back to the guesthouse and across the street, I saw a guy with his shorts around his ankles, stroking the BIGGEST cock I'd ever seen. Crossing over, I asked "how big?" He replied, "11.5"" "Want some help with that?" After shoving his tongue down my throat, he pushed me down to my knees. I started by nibbling on his ample foreskin, then gradually taking his shaft in my mouth. This being Key West, we drew an audience. Next thing I know, my shorts were pulled down and lube was applied to my hole. A cock entered me and reaching around I was pleased to find it bare. Still sucking Mr Big, we were both shocked when my nose hit his pubes. "Nobody's ever taken me all the way!" He shouted. Being spitroasted was nothing new, but this was hot. The guy fucking me came with a grunt and as soon as he pulled out, another cock replaced him. Guys were jacking their cocks, cumming on my neck and back. I was in cocksucking bliss, my mouth filled with Latino monster cock. Guy #2 shouted as he spewed his load in my ass and #3 slid in. Suddenly, Mr Big moaned like an animal, flooding my mouth with cum, just as guy#3 climaxed. My cockGod pulled me to my feet, kissing me and thanking me. "You're a cummy mess!" He said. "It's wonderful!" I replied. Gathering my clothes, I walked back to my guesthouse naked and jumped in the pool to rinse off. Maybe not the most raunchy, but certainly the most slutty

If a bottom asks me for a condom, I'll always say yes. What they don't know is that I buy my condoms in bulk at Costco at the start of every winter. I keep them inside my BBQ grill in the backyard all winter so they sit in sub-zero weather for months, then move them to my car trunk at the start of every summer so they get roasted in heat for a few more months. And now they're ready, because it's now back-to-school season. Same routine every year. Did I bring any lube? Of course I did. They don't know it's Vaseline though. This little 19-year-old invited me over to his one-bedroom apartment, starting his sophomore year of college, recently heartbroken by his college fling of a boyfriend and now looking to explore with a daddy type since he's so over "boys his age." He had a typical twink frame at 5'7" being toned but not muscular, hairless except for his shaggy dirty blonde hair on top of his pretty face with green eyes, and introverted body language as if he needed to be fostered like a lost puppy. This fag was bound to get into trouble eventually in the wrong hands, it just so happens to be mine. I'm going to throw this bitch around with my 6'1" ex-football player dad bod, but only after I've gained his trust. It's so much more satisfying that way, plus this one seems dumb as shit, best to get into his head now so he knows what he's made for. As I lay in his double bed beside him, spooning his body with mine, I can tell he's melting in front of me. His eyes linger on mine, hungering for affection, and I indulge every little bit of his desires. His moans and purring confirms what I know, he's in heat. I smell his neck gently and slowly before licking it, gliding my tongue towards his earlobes as I take a nibble, simultaneously pinching his pink nipples. I feel his tender body jolt every few moments against my hairy chest, his smooth little butt bucking against my dripping uncut 8" member. His little cock was dripping precum, a short little 4 incher sticking straight out spraying pre every time he spasmed from pleasure, the pre what would become my lube for his pussy. My lips found his and I invaded his sweet teenage mouth, ravishing his untainted taste, getting riled up at the thought of injecting him with my poison. And it will be all his fault when he finds out, because he should've been asking me the right questions, it was just too easy to fool this fag. "Hey baby boy, do you have a condom? I want to make sure we're playing safe..." I whispered gently into his ear. "Sorry daddy, me and my ex always fucked bare because we were monogamous..." the twink asked. Most tops would say no and pressure their fag to take it anyway, not that this one needed any convincing. But the process usually starts with just gently teasing the hole, circular motions, always with just the tip, and then they get so hungry after the head slips in "by accident" that they inevitably just succumb to their needs and takes a raw dicks. Fags are simple minded creatures. But my style is covert, as if I'm an agent on a mission. I want zero perceived culpability. I'm the good daddy that could never hurt you on the outside. On the inside I'm thinking you fucking dumb little shits, a horny bottom's stupidity turns me on so fucking much and they deserve to get knocked up. That's the only real way to learn about sexual education, not that garbage they teach you in high school. "Aww baby, I'm a little nervous now..." I pretended to say. The little twink got worried about being rejected immediately and turned his angelic little face towards mine with worried eyes. "B-but, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" he asked in trembles. "I don't usually do this hookup app thing that often, I know it's more for boys your age like you who wants to play around all the time, I get it you're young and horny nonstop, I just, we have to be cautious especially with people on the internet," I explained. And before he could utter a single retort, I hurriedly asked my next question which I knew would seal the deal. "You promise me you're clean, right?" I asked along with convincingly fearful anticipation. I had to be the level-headed top, the safe one. "Oh my God yes, daddy I promise, I promise I'm clean, I'm a good boy, I've only ever been fucked by my ex, nobody else, I swear on my life I'm clean" he pleaded. "I mean, I guess I can trust you baby, but I mean, I've only known you since tonight... We have to use a condom okay? Thankfully I brought some just in case, call me old-fashioned, but you have to be prepared. Here, I'll even leave an extra one for you, a cute boy like you I'm sure gets a lot of action," I said, with the not-so-subtle subtext that basically reads him like a slut. "No, no, daddy, I won't need it, I mean, unless I'm with you again?" he asked. Desperate little cunt, he is. He's so hungry for my approval he hasn't even asked me my status. "Let's start slow, okay baby? Here, let's just feel close to each other while you wrap my cock up for me, can you do that baby?" I requested as I pecked him with a bunch of mini-kisses to show affection. Without a word the twink grabs the condom wrapper, rips it open and reaches between his legs, past his little cock and starts to unroll the latex on my thick erect pole poking out between his legs. He needs to wrap it so he knows it's there, he feels ownership over his own safety. It'll be his fault if it breaks, because he put it on wrong. With my cock sheathed and prepared, I pinch his little dick with my left hand to grab his pre, he squeals with delight as I rub his tender little boy head, and I proceed to grease my dong with his copious precum. Before I attempt to put pressure on his pussy, he suddenly reaches out to his bedside table and grabs a bottle of poppers. Oh, this is gonna be good. He returns back into position being my little spoon as he starts to huff. I circle my cock head on his sphincter as he huffs, and as soon as the poppers get recapped with the top, I start to sink my cock inside this teen hole. Slowly, firmly, deeply. "Ooohhhhh, m-m-my, GOD!!!!!! Dah-deeeee!" he screams as his pretty eyes bulge out of his eyes, digging his fingers into my thighs as I press against him, bending him slowly forward while nestled in the big spoon of my body. "Shhhh, shhh, it's okay baby boy, it's okay, just let me in, okay? Your hole has a visitor who needs to be let in, and you want to invite him in don't you?" I cooed into his ear. He began thrashing from pain and pleasure but started to steady his breathing before replying. "Y-y-yes, daddy, I'm just, I'm just so FULL, my dick feels like it's going to explode, I've never felt like this before..." he explained in a euphoric state. I knew his prostate was firing off pleasure signals all over his teenage body. He's beginning to feel what he's meant to feel like, finally. He's also squeezing my throbbing cock with his pretty pussy involuntarily as he struggles, and with only my spit as lube that rubber's bound to break any second. Before it does I make my next move. "Maybe some lube will make it fit easier baby, do you have any lube?" "N-n-no daddy, sorry, I've never needed it because my ex's cock was never as huge as yours!" "Damn, alright, no condoms OR lube?" I asked, passively and aggressively suggesting that he's a slut. "Uh-uh I mean, I" he stammered. "Oh wait, I remember, I have some Vaseline that I use for my lips when it gets dry out, that should do the trick, hold on a second," I replied as I withdrew my wrapped cock from his hungry hole. He groaned from feeling empty as I pulled out and got on all fours on the bed as I grabbed my little pot of Vaseline from the pocket in my jacket on the ground beside the bed. I got behind this teenage ass and slapped my sheathed dick on his hole a few times as he enjoyed another hit of his poppers. I passed him the Vaseline pot after taking the lid off. "Wanna lube up daddy's cock for me, baby boy?" "Yes daddy!" And with that he proceeded to stick two fingers into the little pot and smeared the Vaseline all over my cock very excitedly. Since it was only his hands this whole time wrapping me up and lubing me up, he can't blame me if the condom breaks. Which it will once he starts squeezing my cock again with his pussy while the Vaseline breaks down the latex. Fucking dumb neg twink. He positions the head of my wrapped cock to his hole and starts pulling me in. I slowly enter him until his hand leaves my cock, at which point I drive balls deep in one motion. "Ohhhhh-my-GAWD daddy! You're hitting all my spots!" the little bitch said. He took yet another hit of his poppers and started to buck like a bronco against my cock. "Damn boy, you need to slow down or you're going to make me cum!" "FUCK yes daddy, I want to make you feel good! Does my pussy feel good to you, daddy? Do you like that? Am I being a good boy for you?" "Oh fuck yes baby boy, but I want to enjoy this for longer, your pussy is really working my cock, damn!" I slap his right ass cheek, and with that, I knew the rubber was a goner. I'm now rawdogging this slut and I know he's already getting some pre in his guts because I leak like a faucet. I didn't need the Vaseline, it's just assurance for the illusion. But now it's gametime. "Mmmmm, I feel soooo good hearing you say that, daddy, I'm so proud that I can make you feel good!" This teen sub faggot just kept going and didn't let up. This is perfect, I needed him in heat, for his horniness to take over to make him feel all the guilt for what's about to happen. "B-baby, you, you gotta take it easy, daddy's feeling too good! Fuck baby! I love your pussy!" "Mmmmm good because I'm feeling sooooo good right now daddy, I've never felt more full! I just need it more and more!" He was in an absolute frenzy, piledriving his ass onto my rod, he's so bottomed out and gooned out on his prostate pleasure that he's not even listening to me anymore. "Baby I should pull out just to check-" "NO, daddy! Stay inside!" "But I just want to check-" "No daddy your cock is perfect inside me, you can't pull out now this feels SO AMAZING! Don't leave my ass, PLEASE!" He was squeezing my ass extra hard now, but with all the Vaseline and my poison precum sloshed inside his teenage guts the feeling was starting to make me tremble, my poz load boiling inside my balls, imminently boiling over to flood his young guts. "B-baby, if you keep doing that with your ass daddy's gonna... daddy's gonna..." "FUCK ME DADDY! FUCKING BREED ME!" "OH FUCK I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!!!" I slammed into his pretty pussy one last time and I throbbed, hard, for at least 1 full minute. My cock just kept throwing up semen over and over again, I could feel the pulses of my cock reverberate deep inside his ass as he squeezed my cock back in-kind with every volley of cum leaving my body. It wasn't until I finally finished and started to come down from my euphoria that I realized the boy came hands free beneath me. And damn, did that boy shoot lots, and far. It was like a Pollock painting on the bed sheets. We were both raggedly breathing, slowing down as I slumped over his smooth and beautiful twink body. I kissed his neck and nibbled his ear lobes. "Thank you, wow, you are incredible." The twink turned his head backwards with what looked like tears in his eyes. He had a mixture of sadness, relief, but most of all, satiated lust in his eyes. I knew he was thinking about his boyfriend right now, but also of what a good fuck we just gave each other. He began to kiss me, and I returned his kiss with the same tenderness. He breaks for a second to look into my eyes. "That was, the best sex I've ever had in my life. Wow, my ex never fucked me like that. I've only ever cum handsfree from playing with dildos, but never while actually getting fucked. You were my first!" He began kissing me with more tongue and passion this time. This boy is bonding to me. I couldn't have asked for a better way for this to turn out, because it sets up my next maneuver. "Let me just pull out, baby, I'm still inside you," I said with a wink. I stood myself back up on my knees by steading my arms and hands on his ass cheeks. I ever so slowly began to pull out my cock from his hole that seemed to still suck me back in if it could. And this is where I should be nominated for an Oscar. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I screamed. "What's wrong?! What happened?!" the twink squealed as he quickly turned himself to me also on his knees on the bed. There he stared down at my cock with the condom shredded, hanging by a thread of my still slicked pole with his ass juices and my cum. It honestly made my cock jump again and caused another glob of cum to flick onto the twink's little boner. "The condom, it broke! The fucking condom broke! Oh no, oh no, this is horrible, fuck how could this have happened!" I demanded with such remorse and regret. I was actually incredibly turned on at this moment but channeled my passion into my "anger." The twink had to understand that I was upset and would never want this to happen. "Oh fuck, I don't know, how could th-" "I told you! I wanted to pull out to check to see if the condom was still okay, but you begged me to stay inside and squeezed my cock so hard with your ass, it must've made the rubber break from all that pressure, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I should've put the condom on myself to be sure it was on properly, FUCK! I'm so stupid!" I yelled as I put my face into my hands. The boy sounded like he was about to start bawling. Just as I wanted, he has now assumed responsibility blindly for me breeding his neg ass. "I gotta go, I need, I need to go to a clinic or something right now, I'm so freaked out," I suggested to myself. "But you said you were clean, right?" "Of course I'm clean, but I can't be sure that you are! Look, you're real sweet, but I barely know you, I don't know who you've been with or what you do with other guys- "Daddy I promise you're only the second person I've ever been with! I swear I'm clean!" "I know you're saying that, but I'm sorry I don't know you well enough to truly believe that yet. I need to go, I'm so sorry," I explained as I quickly gathered my clothes on. The boy was desperate for words but nothing came out except for some indeterminable noises. He was in crisis mode but his brain couldn't work fast enough to say something to make me calm down or stay. That little innocent idiot. I looked at him one more time once my shoes were on, and gave him a look that must've read that I'm trying to be polite, but most of all worried. I half-smiled at him and bolted for the front door and then the stairs to the ground floor of his apartment. As I started my car on the side of the road just outside his building, I get a notification from the boy. FreshTwinkie13: Daddy, I'm so so sorry, I promise you I'm telling the truth. I'll get tested and show you my results, I swear! I hope this isn't the last time I see you :( I'm not sure whether I'll see this little faggot again. I'll decide later. Whether he tests neg or poz, it doesn't matter really. Either way, it's all his own fault.

Part 21 I was not thinking about anything else that night. I had put all the stress of my work week behind, which is quite rare for me, as I usually tend to constantly think about work. But he had me hypnotized. All those years of slowly working those nasty thoughts into my head, that very first poz load of his he had dropped in me a week before, and that first poz load of the night, had me completely at his mercy. After he had marked me for this first load, he turned me onto my back again. I kept huffing poppers while he slid back into me between my open legs, just moving his hips slowly, churning that first load of cum inside my guts. and biting my neck. He was already completely drenched in sweat, although we had been playing for only about thirty minutes. His wet furry chest was dripping onto my hairless pecs. I could feel him breathing hard in my neck. I had no idea of what would become of me that night, as he kept telling me it was only the beginning. After a few minutes, I felt the thrusting starting again. "There is another one coming soon, boy. After that, we'll change things a bit" he whispered in my ear. He stood up to his knees, grabbed my legs and kept fucking, using his first load as lube. "I'm gonna work my poz cum really well into your hole, slut." he said as he picked up the pace. He was taking his cock in and out of my hole. "Look at that, my dick coated in my poz juice. Don't let anything get out!" he ordered as he rammed back into me. I could hear the sound my sloppy hole was making with all the cum being fucked deeper into me. "Take some more poppers, boy. I want you really high all night!". I complied. "Here's load number two!" he screamed and left his dick buried in my hole balls deep to ensure his second load would go as deep as he could. He collapsed onto me, and I could feel his sweat all over my own body. I hugged him. "Daddy just needs a few minutes of rest. Go get dressed now, we're leaving in ten minutes. Just take those jocks off, I want you commando tonight. And don't clean up! I want you sloppy!". He threw my sweatpants and t-shirt at me. I put my shoes on and just went to take a pee. While washing my hands, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Who was this? A confident little slut, which was definitely not there even a few days before. I knew what I wanted. I looked at my body in a way I had never done before. I felt hot, I felt attractive. I looked at my tattoos. Maybe I'd add one soon. I heard a knock on the door. "Ready boy?" I exited the bathroom. "Put these on" he ordered while throwing me some leather armbands at me. I put them on above my biceps. I don't have massive arms, but they fit nicely and tightly. He pulled my pants slightly down and added a second mark next to the first one. "I almost forgot! Now let's go" as he stuffed two or three bottles of poppers into his pockets. We drove for another twenty or twenty-five minutes. It was my first time in this city, and I could not believe how big it was. I also realized I was getting so far away from my hotel that it would be difficult for me to go back by myself if I had to. This thought freaked me out a bit, especially as I did not know where he was taking me. But then I felt my ass all wet from his cum and any fear vanished. I just wanted to get more and do whatever he wanted me to do. We arrived before a large hangar-like building, which seemed to be located in some kind of residential area from the little I could see in the dark. The parking lot was full, so we had to park on a nearby street. We entered the building to a reception/bar/coat check desk. He paid for both our cover. He checked a little bag containing his car keys and wallet. I had nothing to check myself as he had told me not to take anything with me. Not even my phone. The layout seemed a bit strange, with some parts of the place being outdoors. We walked through some poorly lit narrow corridors. The place was packed, and we had to make our way between guys waiting in front of the stalls aligned along the halls. Hands were flying around, brushing my crotch and butt, but he was firmly holding my hand, dragging me through the crowd. He knew where we were going. We finally got to the open entrance to a completely dark room. From outside, it smelled like sweat, poppers and cum. I could only hear noises from guys moaning and fucking, but I could not see anything but the shadows of a few guys posted inside near the entrance. We were still in the hall, right in front of the entrance. I was getting a bit nervous, but I felt his breath in my neck. He was behind me, rubbing his crotch to my dripping ass. My pants probably had a wet stain from the two loads I already had. His hands were all over my stomach and chest as he was biting my neck. He grabbed my t-shirt from the bottom and pulled it off over my head. I was in my cum stained sweatpants, shirtless, with just my golden chain and two leather armbands on. I felt something being pulled down my head and everything went completely dark, even though we weren't in the room yet. I tried to reach to my face and feel what it was. It was a leather blindfold. "Sshh" he said as he pulled my hands down, away from it. "Now, let's the real fun begin" he said as he pushed me into the dark room.

Chapter 24: Family Fun The next few weeks were somewhat crazy with us helping to take care of the pizza boy and prepare for finals. One night as my partner and I were about to breed, I received a video chat request from my new dad. Shortly after I accepted my brother and his partner joined in, just like us and dad buck naked. Dad said he just wanted to check in on us to make sure we were studying hard for finals, but still fucking our brains out. He had no idea that his son was now poz, and after the call ended, my partner and I discussed if or when we should tell him. Before he left though, he reminded us about his Christmas orgy and asked if we were coming. My partner and I discussed it and had already decided we would. Dad was excited to hear we were coming, and that he was excited to see both of his sons partners breeding each other, and him breeding my partner. Dad stood up infront of the camera showing his hard leaking cock and told both of our partners to do the same. We all stroked our cocks to completion and dad came first and exited the chat. Now came the weird part as my brother told me that his roommate was actually more than that but they were partners. When I asked if dad knew, he said yes. They had made a trip home earlier and he let dad know. Curious, I asked what dad's reaction was, and he said it was complicated, and we would discuss at Christmas. He then suggested that we both have a drink as he had something he wanted to discuss. He started by saying that his partner was poz, but suggested he go off meds to infect him. My partner and I were blown away, and really didn't know what to say, trying to not let anything slip! My brother asked me what I thought, and I lied saying my partner and I had never had that conversation even though my partner was undetectable on meds. My brother then asked my partner if going off meds to infect someone ever crossed his mind. My partner said no, and my brother asked if I did ask him to do so, would he. I was hoping that my partner would not spill the beans, and he didn't. My partner just said it was a tough decision and he'd cross the bridge if he came to it. I quickly ended the conversation by questioning my brother. I began by asking him if it was something he wanted, and he said no it was something he needed. He said he and his partner had a great relationship, but something was missing. Once again I lied and said one doesn't have to become poz just to satisfy their partner and make their bond stronger. My brother said he loved our family situation and his main reason to need to poz was that he wanted to create his own family. He said unlike our dad, he would never have a child with a woman, but if per chance he did, it would be years before he would introduce them to the family values. Both my partner and I were rock hard, and my partner suggested we continue the conversation at Christmas and we both get busy with our roommates. My brother agreed. After we logged off, my partner and I just looked at each other in amazement. I asked him if I really just heard what my brother said, and he said he had that same question. We were both horny as hell, but decided to discuss the chat first. We both agreed that we were shocked, especially as our situations were so similar. He then asked if I would ever tell my brother I was already poz. I said as I look at it, it's just like anonymous sex, don't ask don't tell. He said what if my brother asked. I answered him just as he earlier said to my brother, I'd cross that bridge if I ever got to it. My partner and I then had some of the most amazing sex. He blew 2 loads up my ass, and I loaded him once.

my husband and i luv it in public at the baThs - but we also get one of the larger rooms and just leave the door open - almost the same effect... sometimes one of us will go out in the halls to drum up business - "Hey, there's a hot guy in 304 taking raw loads - go check him out."

Is it just me that has been watching the World Cup, getting hard, and thinking it's like soft core porn?! These men, of all teams, are studs! They can sit on my face! Love me some Mason Mount! He can mount anytime on me!

Chapter 1 The Kid was getting ready for work. He and his girlfriend had a nice weekend at a cabin. He had fun and they fucked like rabbits. For some reason she was getting more aggressive in bed. He didn’t mind it but he felt something was missing. He thought about the wild time at the bath house and park, what he could remember, while fucking her and it almost always got him off. One night when he was alone and jerking off he was watching porn and until he turned on gay porn he couldn’t get real hard but with this he shot a big load. Being young he always produced huge loads. Guess the saying ‘ Young and full of Cum’ was true. It had been three weeks since his night at the park and no one else approached him so he thought it was in the past and there would be no lingering issues he had to deal with. He felt bad the next day after and his ass was sore for a couple days. This was the First time he felt bad and he wasn’t this sore since he was at the bath house a while back. From what he read in blogs, this was his badge of whoredom. He was walking on his street one day and thought he saw the Cop that ripped his hole open at the park. His ass puckered a little in excitement and he ducked into a nearby alley to avoid being seen. After that he was paranoid about being seen in public but at the same time his work required he be out and around. One day he was walking through the office hallway and passed a guy that reached back and patted him on the ass. He froze for a moment and didn’t do anything then walked on. He didn’t even look to see who it was. He knew that his dirty little secrete might not be a big secrete anymore, at least to someone at the office. After he calmed down from the initial shock of it, he realized that he the act excited him and his cock was stirring, almost to being noticeable, or though he though. He walked back to his office and one of the ladies in a cubicle noticed the bulge and smiled at him. He turned red in the face with embarrassment. This lady was always smiling at him and when she was twice his age she was making always looking his way and she would where mid length skirts and would find ways to give him glimpses up her thighs. He had heard of ‘ Cougars ‘ but thought it was an urban myth. He was loosing interest in women and He knew that he wanted a hard hot cock splitting his ass more than anything or sticking his cock in a tight ass hole. One day he was in the restroom at the urinal and a guy walked in and stood that the urinal next to his an the guy unzipped and pulled out a nice size cock. The guy made sure the Kid could get a good look at it and the Guy noticed the Kid staring. This I what he hoped the Kid would do. The Guy reached over and put his hand down the back of the kid’s pants and cupped the Kids ass cheeks. He looked at the Kid and told him “ I knew that was you in the streaming Vid “. The Kid knew that he was caught, and of all places at work. The guy asked “ Does that sweet little girlfriend know about your Kinky side”? He looked into the Kid’s eyes and said “ I will be in here after hours. I suggest you work after hours and meet me in here, unless you want everyone to know what a fag you really are “.

One night in Chicago, went out cruising with a guy I had just met. Went to an ABS. Eventually, him and another guy ended up on the bathroom floor 69'ing. I stood over them and gave them both a good piss shower. Got into a tube in a backroom of a Chicago bar for piss party. Got in a pool one guy's dick up my hole and another guy's dick down my throat while guys walked by and piss on us the entire time we were playing. Reeked of piss when it was done. One time a buddy lead me by a leash on my collar through a crowed hotel lobby, went to a room and gave me to a big dicked black man to use. After that, we went to an ABS, me on the leash again and blindfolded. I never saw who's dick was in my ass. whomever he choose I had to take their load. Left with 14 loads in my ass. Jizz was dripping down my leg as I left. Done some ever raunchier and dirtier things but can talk about them here. Just know they were all a blast.

Always like doing that and, especially when at a Bathhouse in a sling +Chicago, Dallas, Philadelphia, etc.), having a group watching, jerking and, eventually, joining in, or just glazing me. Can do that for hours, and have many times. Love it!

Once or twice a week I whore out my 38yo husband. He's very good looking, and a popular cumdump in the region of Ghent, Belgium. The usual routine is for me to reach out via grindr, romeo and a local chat site to tops looking for a hole to breed. I send him the address, and he serves cock, never knowing who he has to get bred by. On a slow evening, he'll be home at 22h with 4, 5 loads, mostly student cum. On a good night, 10, 15 men unload in him. When he comes home, I have him squat over my face and release the seed accumulated in his cunt for me to felch. Then it's my turn to breed, fist and abuse his hole. Last week I was in a rare bottom mood, I had him push out a nice collection of frat boy loads into a jar, used a syringe to inject them into my hole, and went to a bath house where I had 3 guys in quick succession fuck and breed me.

I had had two previous encounters with this young stud. Always the same, face down ass up on a pile of pillows covered by a sheet. our last meeting was damn intense. Was nearly 100 outside and he was fucking my 2nd hole good and punching my guts deep. I was pouring sweat and believe I passed out a few times. zThis time I was ready wit new poppers desentizing lube loaded in my hole. I heard him come down the steps and get behind me. Started rubbing and smacking my thick white ass. He inserted one finger and felt the line. . Damn you already ready slut, he said. Fuck me I I said slide it in slow. He lubed his cock with gun oil a pressed against my crack and rubbed up and down till he found my hold. Then began the long slow insertion. Less than 30 sec he was balls deep. Has to be 10.5-11 inches and 7.5 thick. I hit my poppers and he start immediately hammering my fuck hole. 10 minutes.. I stop him so I can hit again.. back at it he goes. This you boy can FUCK. I start gripping is huge cock it’s pulls out and open on the deep thrust. He moans how good that is and he can’t hold back. I feel every jet if cum and throb of his cock. Damn I’m full. He said he needs a short break and smoke. He smokes a bowl and I raise my ass and wiggle.. bam he ready for more. I hit the poppers and just as my rush hits he goes deep on one hard thrust he is pounding my 2nd hole wide open and beating the back wall of my guts like a punching bag. . I feel it build deep in me. I have the most amazing anal orgasm. My hole pushed out trying to expel the monster cock.. but he keeps fucking, . I hit my poppers hard again and bite the pillow. Over and over again my hole convulses and my whole body shakes. Then my hole just hangs wide open., it lost its fight with the huge monster cock. I’m just withering and moaning and as he continues to pummel my fully diaolatef and wide gaped hole.. after another 5 minutes my ass has turned a full used and ruined pussy/man cunt! !! He then tenses up and hooded his cocky deep as ever inside one and unloads another huge load of cum in my guts! After he pulls out my hole will not shut. After 10 minutes recovery my hole I s still wide open and I dress and leave. I can wait for my big cocked lover to invite me over again for another pussy pounding!!

This isn't mine I've just altered it slightly to make it conform to breeding zones rules THE BUILDER - by pedro976 - This story is a work of fiction. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present area. By continuing, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. - - - - 1 - - - - Barbara Hastings walked down her hallway to the foot of the staircase drew, in one almighty breath and bellowed: "Thomas Hastings! If you do not drag yourself out of that pit of a bed now then you will wish you had not been born!" She was fairly certain that her neighbour's four doors down would have heard her shouting but she could not care less. She had a flight to catch and she was running perilously late. No response. She sucked in another lung full of air ready to bellow again but suddenly her eighteen year old son appeared at the top of the staircase. He was quite tall for his age. His skill as a runner and regular attendance at the local athletics club had given him a thin toned build. He was wearing just his pyjama bottoms exposing his smooth hairless chest. His blonde hair was tussled from where he had been sleeping and he blearily rubbed his eyes. He was a strikingly good looking boy. He took after his father on that front thought Barbara Hastings as she looked up at him. Shame that shit bag of a man had left them four years ago for that slut of a personal assistant. "What is it Mum?" He mumbled "its 7am and the school holidays! Why are you shouting up..." "Tom. For crying out loud" cut in Barbara Hastings "You clearly do not listen to a word I say. I am leaving now to catch my flight to The Hague. The builder starts today on the kitchen and you need to be up and dressed by 8am to let him in. Do not leave him on the doorstep waiting because you are in bed asleep, do you hear me?" It suddenly all came flooding back to Tom. His Mum had to travel for work and was going to be gone for four days. He had persuaded her that he was mature enough not to need any form of baby sitter and in any event she had arranged for the kitchen to be refitted whilst she was away. He had used the presence of a builder to argue that he would not be alone in any event. She had eventually agreed but on the condition he let the builder in each morning at 8am and stayed at home to make sure nothing went wrong. That suited Tom down to the ground. He wanted to crash out playing computer games and watching movies and was looking forward to four days without chores or nagging because if there was one thing Barbara Hastings excelled at, it was nagging. "Yeah I hear you" he answered. His mother was about to say more, clearly unsatisfied with his dismissive tone, but he was saved by the horn of the taxi that had arrived to take her to the airport. "That is the taxi, I am off, see you in four days" With that she grabbed her suitcase and rushed out the door. The slam echoed around the house for a moment before all was quite once more. Tom took a deep breath, yawned, stretched and then went straight back to bed. - - - - 2 - - - - Whoever was banging, Tom wished they would stop. He rolled over to the other side of his double bed and pulled the pillow over his head. The banging continued. What on earth were they doing he thought. "Shit!" he suddenly muttered. It must be the builder banging the front door. He scrambled out of bed and saw that the time was just after 8am. He could imagine his mother's face if she knew that he had fallen back asleep. It was not a nice image. "Shit, shit, shit!" he cried as he charged out of his bedroom and down the stairs. He got to the front door and without thinking he threw it open. What he saw in front of him made him gasp in surprise. Stood on the door step was the man who was clearly there to refit the kitchen. Tom could tell because there was a bag of tools in his hand and a builders van parked on the drive. What made him gasp was the size of the guy. He was huge. He towered over Tom and must have been at least 6'7" if not taller. He had a shaved head, piercing blue eyes and a firm square jaw line. His head rested on a massively veined neck that lead to the widest shoulders Tom had ever seen. His huge pectoral muscles were straining to rip through the material of his red t-shirt and his biceps twitched with power. Tom couldn't help notice that his tight jeans barely held a great bulge at the front, framed by calf muscles bigger than Tom's entire torso. Tom was so shocked he couldn't speak. His mouth just hung open. The giant man in front of him raised an eyebrow and asked in a thick Eastern European accent "You have kitchen done?" "Um, kitchen, um yeah?" Tom stuttered in reply, desperately trying to catch his wits whilst being suddenly conscious of the fact that he was still just wearing pyjama bottoms and nothing else. He involuntarily folded his arms for security. "I come in?" the man asked when Tom made no effort to move. "Um yeah, sure" Tom stepped out the way and the man walked in. Tom could feel the power radiating from his body as he went past him. There was something frightening yet magnetic about him. Like when you saw one of nature's giants, a lion or a polar bear up close. Tom led the man down the hallway. "Ok then, here is the kitchen. My Mum has moved everything out so you should be good to go" offered Tom. "Mmm" the man grunted. He suddenly turned to Tom and held out a hand the size of a shovel. "I Krzysztof" he introduced himself. "Oh yeah, right" mumbled Tom, embarrassed at his lack of manners. "I am Tom" and he took the big man's hand. His grip was like a vice and Tom winced as they shook. Krzysztof grunted in acknowledgement, turned, and put his tool bag down. He looked back at Tom who was stood frozen to the spot and fixed him with his piercing blue eyes. Tom felt himself wilting under his gaze and wished that he had stopped to put a t-shirt on. He must look so puny to this guy. After a second of awkward silence Tom decided it was time to leg it. "I will be upstairs... um... yeah" he mumbled and bolted out the kitchen and back up to his bedroom as quickly as his legs would carry him. He shut his door behind him and dived under his covers. He felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment. What the hell was wrong with him he thought? He had opened the door without a t-shirt on for God's sake. That was all. Why was he so worried about it? He couldn't put his finger on the answer. There was something magnetic about Krzysztof that meant you couldn't help but marvel at his powerful physique. Tom also realised that it had something to do with the way he had been feeling lately. He was no stranger to sex. Well on the internet anyway. He had a laptop and Ipad and his mother was singularly uninterested in monitoring what he did on them. Like most boys his age he was a masturbation fanatic. He jacked off whenever he had a spare moment. The internet was awash with free porn and he trawled the sites looking for new stuff to get off to. He had never had cause to question his sexuality until a few months ago. Bored of the same old videos he had strayed into the gay section on one of the websites. He had been drawn to videos involving what were called "twinks", young guys in their teens. He had watched a video set in a locker room where two athletic guys had sucked each other off then one of them had fucked the other. Tom had to admit that it was hot and he had imagined himself fucking another guy in the locker room after athletic practice. He reasoned that if he jacked off to straight porn where the girl was fucked up the arse then there was no difference to imagining fucking a guy in the same way. He had never found himself fantasising about guys who looked like Krzysztof though. Guys like that were not twinks but real hard, strong men who could break you in two as soon as look at you. Was he embarrassed by Krzysztof because he fancied him? No that couldn't be it he told himself. It really couldn't. Downstairs he could hear the sound of Krzysztof getting started on taking out the old kitchen fittings. He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to thinking about how massive his biceps were. The old fittings stood no chance against his strength. What would it be like to touch those huge solid muscles he wondered? "Fucking hell" he muttered under his breath breaking the spell of his day dream. He was determined not to think about this anymore. Grabbing a towel he went and showered, doing everything he could not to conjure up images of the huge hunk downstairs. Having got dried off and dressed into his usual t-shirt and jeans Tom was about to head down to get a drink and something to eat from the makeshift kitchen his Mother had set up in the utility room. She had put in a mini-fridge and microwave in there so that he could survive for the days that the work was being done. He hesitated though as he reached the top of the staircase. Going to the utility room meant passing Krzysztof and he really didn't want to. From what he could hear the muscle man was well into ripping out the old kitchen. Maybe he would be too busy to notice him go by thought Tom and with that thought offering him some courage he headed down stairs. At the end of the hallway he stopped and carefully peeked around the door frame at the entrance to the kitchen. He really wished he hadn't. Ripping out the kitchen was obviously hard work because Krzysztof had taken off his t-shirt. His body was absolutely packed with pumped up muscle. Tom could see his two large pert nipples erect on top of his giant pecs. Every inch of the guy was covered in powerful gym pumped muscle. Tom also noticed the mass of tattoos running down the builder's arms. He was too scared to look for long enough to make out what the pictures were. Instead he took a deep breath and darted past to the utility room. Grabbing enough snacks to see him through the day he darted back the way he came and up to his room. He shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He was determined not to go back downstairs until Krzysztof had gone home for the day. He passed the time playing his Xbox and hitting himself in the head every time his mind began to wander back to thinking about the builder. Soon enough 6pm arrived and he heard Krzysztof shouting up from the bottom of the stairs. "I go for day now" he called. Tom slightly opened his door and shouted back. "Ok, bye" He heard the front door open and then shut. Breathing a sigh of relief he waited until he heard Krzysztof's van pull away from the drive and went downstairs. The kitchen had been totally ripped out. Tom would not have been surprised if Krzysztof had done it with his bare hands. He smacked himself in the head again. "Stop thinking about him" he muttered out loud. - - - - 3 - - - - "You slag!" shouted one woman at the other. Tom was eating his microwave dinner whilst watching the soap Eastenders. He had no idea what was going on but these two women were going hammer and tongs at each other in their local pub. It was quite good. Suddenly the house phone began to ring. He put his dinner down and paused the telly. He wanted to see the rest of this cat fight. He picked up the phone from the table in the hallway. "Hello" "Tom, it Krzysztof" Jesus thought Tom, what did he want? He had pretty much succeeded in getting all thoughts of the man out of his confused mind and now here he was on the phone. "I left bag in kitchen. Can I come now to get it?" "Um..." Tom couldn't think of a reason to say no so he agreed. "Sure. Just knock the front door. I am at home." "Ok, be there soon" Krzysztof replied. Tom put the phone down. Jesus Christ he thought. He walked back into the front room. His dinner and the catfight on Eastenders no longer had any pleasure in them and he slumped down on the sofa. What the fuck was wrong with him? He needed to get a grip. - - - - 4 - - - - Even though he was expecting it the knock at the door made Tom jump. He walked out into the hallway. It was definitely Krzysztof. There was no mistaking his massive shadow through the frosted glass panelling of the door panels. Tom took a deep breath and opened it. "Tom" smiled Krzysztof "Ok for me to get bag?" "Sure" replied Tom standing to one side. Krzysztof walked in. The evening was a bit chilly and he was wearing a zip up hoody with a white vest underneath. Tom could just make out the central line of his chest separating those huge pectoral muscles before it disappeared behind the white cotton material of the vest. Krzysztof went into the kitchen and came back with his bag. "Can I use toilet?" he asked. "Yep it is just upstairs on the left" offered Tom and tried his best not to watch Krzysztof's muscular arse and legs as he climbed the stairs. Not quite sure whether he should wait holding the front door Tom decided to shut it and instead hovered at the bottom of the stairs. After a while of not being able to hear very much he decided that perhaps he should make sure Krzysztof was ok, and thinking of what his mother would say make sure that he wasn't stealing anything. Reluctantly he went upstairs. As he reached the top he could see that the bathroom door was ajar. He hesitated but found the courage and walked up to it. He tentatively pushed it open. "Krzysztof are you ok..." He stopped mid sentence and stood shocked. Not sure what to do. Krzysztof had taken off his zip up hoody and was now just wearing his tight white vest top. He was leant over at the side of the sink snorting a line of white powder from the top of the cistern lid. He looked up at Tom. "Me ok, left my bag with my stuff and need it for weekend" He seemed completely unfazed by the fact that Tom had caught him clearly doing cocaine in his bathroom. His Mum would have been screaming the house down and dialling 999 even as Tom just stood there, too dumbfounded to speak. Krzysztof must have taken his shock for something else because he said "You try" and he held out the rolled up twenty pound note he had used to snort the line to Tom. Tom didn't know what to do. His first reaction was to tell Krzysztof to leave but he was completely out of his depth. Then he felt a sudden compulsion to agree to Krzysztof's offer. But what was he thinking? He had only ever smoked a cigarette for fucks sake and now he was considering taking a class A drug. "I have never... um..." stuttered Tom, unable to resolve the conflict in his mind. "You do little" suggested Krzysztof and again offered the note. Fuck it resolved Tom. What could happen? People did it all the time. His Mother was away for the next four days and he surely would have recovered from a single snort by then. He took a deep breath. He walked over to Krzysztof and took the note. There was a small line of the powder left and without allowing any time to talk himself out of his reckless agreement Tom lent down and snorted it. He straightened up and looked at Krzysztof who smiled at him. "You will be ok" said Krzysztof "it just little bit" and he laughed. Tom laughed as well. He wasn't instantly struck down dead and he felt the thrill of having done something incredibly mischievous. A few moments later that thrill was replaced with a feeling that Tom had never felt before. It was like the feeling you had at Christmas when you were a kid. Uncontained joy and excitement. Krzysztof laughed seeing the smile plastered on Tom's face. "It working yes?" "Yeah, I think so" replied Tom "Hey let's put on music" and with that he bounded into his bedroom to find his ipod. Putting it on shuffle he turned it up and felt the urge to dance. This was great. Krzysztof followed him into the room and sat down on the bed. Tom didn't know how long for but they chatted and chose tracks to play and Tom danced in front of Krzysztof. In his euphoric state he didn't notice the way Krzysztof looked at him. A passionate animalistic look of lust. The drug had put Tom completely at ease with this giant of a man. "You want more?" asked Krzysztof suddenly. Tom was too far gone now to give any answer other than yes. "Sure he said" and watched as Krzysztof took out a small bag of the white powder and racked it up in lines on Tom's desk. Krzysztof lent down and snorted two of the lines in quick succession. Tom took the note that he was offered. There were two lines left, much larger than the one he had done in the bathroom. He lent down and snorted one. "And other" prompted Krzysztof. Tom did as he was bid and snorted the second line as well. He felt the wave of the high hit him almost at once and he stood up and titled his head back as it washed over him. He suddenly felt the powerful presence of Krzysztof behind him and as he turned his head to see what had brought the massive builder so close to him he felt Krzysztof's arms encircle his waist and a hand go to his cock. "What... what are you doing?" he stuttered, still caught on the wave of the high. "Mmmmm little baby" was all Krzysztof offered by way of reply and he squeezed Tom's cock through the material of his jeans. It responded at once and was achingly hard within seconds. Tom was powerless in the grip of this huge stud. He was horny as hell though. The high had made him crazy to get off and he felt himself pushing back against the muscle hunk. "Yeah, baby wants me" growled Krzysztof and he let Tom go for the few seconds it took to pull of his vest, exposing his massive physique. Tom tried to turn but Krzysztof grabbed him too quickly and pulled him against him so that they were both facing once more to the front by the desk. Tom could feel Krzysztof's massive pecs pulsating and lent backwards against them as Krzysztof undid his jeans button and pulled both his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Tom was powerless as the effects of the two lines really started to kick in. His exposed teenage cock twitched in the air and his tight little bubble butt was exposed to the builder who held him tightly. Although he couldn't see behind him Tom could not mistake the sound of the zip on Krzysztof's jeans being lowered nor the touch of the man's massive cock head at the entrance to his tight butt hole. In a sudden moment of clarity he realised Krzysztof was going to fuck him. "Wait, Krzysztof, I..." he began but the hunk clamped a hand over his mouth and stopped his protests dead. "Shhh baby" he growled sexily in Tom's ear. Tom felt Krzysztof let go of him and realised he was reaching into his own jeans pocket to get something. Tom breathed deeply, trying to focus, the drug had him overwhelmed and before he could think with any clarity Krzysztof's arms encircled him again and he saw that Krzysztof was holding a small bottle of liquid. "Poppers baby" offered Krzysztof by way of explanation. Tom had no idea what that meant. Krzysztof undid the bottle top and held the bottle to Tom's nose. Tom caught the strong smell and guessed he had to sniff it. He inhaled deeply once and then again. Krzysztof took the bottle and Tom heard him sniff deeply himself. The effect hit him like a freight train. The wave of pleasure washed over him and there were stars in front of his eyes. His cock twitched uncontrollably. "Fuck" he moaned at the effect of the high. "I fuck" growled Krzysztof loudly who was clearly being driven wild by his own poppers rush. The huge muscular man put his hands on Tom's hips and suddenly he drove his monster cock straight into the boy's virgin hole. "ARRRRRRRRRRGH" cried Tom as the pain overcame the cocaine and even the poppers. Krzysztof bear hugged Tom against him as his pushed his cock in right up till the hilt. Tom was shaking uncontrollably in his vice like grip. Krzysztof still had the poppers in his hand and so he undid the lid and held the bottle to his boy's nose. Tom sniffed deeply, wanting anything to overcome the throbbing pain from his arse. Krzysztof lent down and sniffed at the bottle at the same time, the two of them inhaling the high.Krzysztof put the lid on the bottle and put it on the desk. He moved his hands down to Tom's hips and slowly withdrew his cock until only the tip was still inside the young virgin. Then he ploughed it back into the tight hole his huge thighs smacking against Tom's plump arse cheeks. Tom yelled out again but this time there was a cry of pleasure mixed with the exclamation of pain. He was so high all he could think was that he wanted this hunk to destroy his hole. His own cock was solid and leaking precum from the tip. "God Krzysztof" he moaned "fucking do me" The bull of a man needed no more bidding and he began to piston in and out of Tom who gripped the edge of his desk. Krzysztof's strokes were so hard and powerful that the boy was lifted from the floor. Suspended in mid air and held in place between the desk and the iron grip of his muscular builder Tom was nailed. In and in drove Krzysztof, wild on the combined high of coke and poppers. His cock was thick with veins and his bollocks heavy with spunk as he fucking nailed his little baby. "Fuck yeah" he growled "You fucking bitch" His insults, delivered in his thick accent turned Tom on even more. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt a pain and pleasure never experienced before. He could only moan and grunt like the whores he normally dreamt about fucking in the straight porn he watched. The noises from Tom drove Krzysztof on even more. Krzysztof suddenly pulled out of Tom's boy cunt, lifted him up and threw him over onto the bed. Tom lay there panting for breath. He felt down to his arse and could feel his hole gaping at the ramming he had just been given. He looked up at Krzysztof. The man stepped out of his jeans and stood there fully naked. His muscular body was glistening with the sweat of exertion, the beads running down his chest and tattooed arms. His cock was huge and pulsating. Involuntary spasms causing the shaft to quiver every few moments. "You like bitch?" he growled. Fuck thought Tom, this man was a God. His inhibitions were completely gone. "Yeah I like" he panted. "Call me Daddy" Krzysztof grunted. "I like Daddy, I like..." replied Tom feeling his cock throb. "You want Daddy to fuck you?" asked Krzysztof The reality of the massive cock tearing him open again caused Tom to hesitate. "Yes Daddy, but can I have a break..." he pleaded. "No break for little bitch" ordered Krzysztof and he reached out to the desk and picked up the bottle of poppers. He undid the lid and sniffed very deeply. Twice to each nostril. Returning the bottle to the table he stood looking down at Tom. Tom saw the poppers take hold of the stud and he saw the massive cock begin to twitch uncontrollably. Then with a grunt Krzysztof strode forward and grabbed Tom by the ankle, pulling him to him and flipping him onto his front. Two massive tree trunk arms planted down either side of Tom's head as the hunk lowered his massive body onto the boy crushing him. His huge meaty cock, aching with unleashed spunk found its hole and once more drove in deep. "FUUUUUUUUUCK" cried Tom but he was going nowhere. Krzysztof was making animal grunts and moans as he fucked the lad without mercy. If Tom had been nailed moments before this was something else. Drugs drove the massive animal on, adding to his power and stamina. For what seemed like an eternity Tom lay moaning and begging for his Daddy to fuck him as Krzysztof never let up. The only pause was when the builder flipped him onto his front so that his legs now rested on the massive shoulders and bent back down onto him exposing his hole to the air and then the builder began fucking him hard again. The sweat from Krzysztof dripped from his huge pecs and landed on Toms face and in his mouth. The drugged up boy swallowed it down, happy to taste his Daddies manly perspiration. The fucking went on, never letting up until Krzysztof changed pace and began to withdraw his cock all the way then plunge it as hard as he could into Tom. Each slow fuck was twice as powerful as the frantic pumping that had gone before and the whole bed shook as the builder's mighty tool speared Tom right into the gut. Krzysztof let out a huge grunt as he crushed his massive rock solid cock into Tom's tight hole. Tom was completely overcome by the feelings convulsing throughout his entire body. He moaned loudly each time Krzysztof drove into him, staring up into the hunks deep blue passionate eyes, begging him to fuck his hole. "Fuck me Daddy" he moaned over and over as Krzysztof did just that. Krzysztof's huge thrusts slowed momentarily as he lent back and reached for the poppers sat on the desk behind him. Picking up the bottle he undid the lid and lent in close to Tom, his massive shoulders forcing Tom's legs back behind his head so that Krzysztof's face was against his. "Sniff baby" he ordered and held the bottle to Tom's nose. Tom did as he was told and at the same time Krzysztof sniffed them as well. The two of them breathing in the strong odour of the drug and feeling it take hold of them. Krzysztof put the poppers to one side and lent back down to Tom. He began to passionately kiss the young boy, his tongue forcing its way deep into Tom's mouth. The muscle hunk's big full lips completely covered Tom's and completely owned him. Tom closed his eyes as his Daddy desperately and frantically snogged him. The poppers were doing their job and Tom felt their hot flush on his cheeks. At the same time he felt Krzysztof swell even bigger inside him. The stud pulled away and adjusted his position to ensure he could penetrate his young boy's cunt to maximum depth. He placed one huge hand over Tom's mouth and the other around his neck. He was going to cum inside this kid but the drugs in his system meant he was going to have to drill him without mercy. He wasn't going to let Tom even try to ask him to stop. This was about him now and no one else. He began by driving into Tom as deeply and forcefully as he could. He felt the boy buckle and shake at the violation and saw his eyes go wide with a mixture of pleasure and pain. "FUCK" Krzysztof growled. He pulled his massive meat almost completely out the tight hole and let the quivering of his cock massage the boys rim for a moment. Then he smashed it into the little cunt again, and then again and then again. He tightened his grip on Tom's mouth and throat and started to pick up pace. The ipod had run out of music to play and the only sound that filled the room was Krzysztof's massive muscular thighs banging against Tom's bubble butt, the huge roars of Krzysztof as he delivered each thrust and the muffled moans of Tom as he took the massive cock right up his tight hole. Faster and harder the muscular God went. He felt a huge load of cum building at the base of his shaft and he shouted out as he drove into Tom harder and harder, desperate to unleash his seed into his boy. He looked down at Tom who was staring wildly up at him, his eyes watering from being mercilessly ripped in two. Krzysztof gritted his teeth and the massive muscles on his arms bulged taut over thick pumped up veins. He drove Tom down into the bed causing it to creak and the headboard to bang against the wall in time with his massive thrusts. Then with one massive surge his cum was unleashed. It flowed up his massive stiff shaft and exploded out the huge round cock head coating the inside of Tom's arse with thick white spunk. Tom felt the hot mess spewing up inside him into his guts and cried muffled screams of lust and joy into the palm of Krzysztof's hand. "URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH" grunted Krzysztof as he slowed down his thrusting and let the convulsing of Tom's arse milk out every last drop of his man seed. Sweat was pouring of his pecs and forehead and he released Tom from his grip and stretched his massive body. Tom looked up with a mixture of awe and longing. "God..." was all he could manage "God..." Krzysztof collapsed on top of him and Tom put his hands around those massive shoulders. Their sweaty bodies pressing tight against each other, Krzysztof's cock still resting inside him. Krzysztof began chewing at Tom's neck and ears and the touch of the man's tongue and teeth caused Tom to moan loudly. "Baby not cum yet" whispered Krzysztof into his ear and at the same time the huge man began to rotate his hips. Tom felt the massive cock stir to life inside him as it slid around in the cum that had just been fired up his arse. "Oh God Daddy" moaned Tom and Krzysztof rolled over onto his back, being careful to keep his dick inside his boy. Tom found himself on top and took a deep breath of air. He placed his hands onto Krzysztof's massive pumped up chest to steady himself and then he began to gyrate his hips. He felt the huge man's cock move inside him and was hit with a new wave of pleasure. Krzysztof held his hips to make sure Tom stayed firmly on his dick but gave him the freedom to move his arse in the motion he wanted. Tom began to gyrate more quickly. It was nothing like the massive pounding Krzysztof had just given him, Tom was being much more careful and slow but the wave of joy rolled over him as he felt Krzysztof's cock brush his prostate. He noticed that the bottle of poppers was still lying on the bed and he picked it up and took a couple more deep sniffs, he held it to Krzysztof who did the same. Tom then began to bounce up and down on the shaft and Krzysztof slowly rotated his hips so that his cock slid back into Tom at a slightly different angle each time, causing new throbs of pleasure and making the boy moan and groan. Tom took hold of his teenage dick and began to slowly stroke his own spunk out. He used the sweat from Krzysztof's body as lube and built up a steady rhythm. "Baby cum for Daddy" growled Krzysztof and Tom began to bounce harder as Krzysztof pushed his hips upwards to help the little boy take every inch of his massive cock. The look of lust on the studs face sent Tom over the edge. "FUUUUUCK" he cried as hot creamy boy spunk sprayed out of his nob head and onto Krzysztof's pecs. "AHHH AHHHH AHHHH" moaned Tom as every last drop dripped out of him. "Fucking good yeah?" asked Krzysztof as Tom looked down at the huge load running over the hunks pecs and nipples. "Fuck yeah Krzysztof" he panted. "Daddy" corrected Krzysztof frowning. "Fuck yeah Daddy" repeated Tom. Quick as a flash Krzysztof rolled over so that Tom was once more underneath him. "Daddy hard again baby" he growled and suddenly and violently he rammed his still stiff cock deep into Tom. "FUUUCK" exploded Tom who was aware of the tenderness in his arse now he had cummed. Krzysztof withdrew and ploughed into him again. "We have all night baby" he promised and he pulled Tom tight against the sticky mess covering his massive chest muscles. He began his relentless pounding rhythm again the bed began to shake again. "Fuck Daddy" was the muffled cry that came from the boy completely encased in the builders huge arms. It was going to be a long night.

So there are two guys. Both equally attractive and take loads. I see them out and about. One has a good job, intelligent, kinda picky, very handsome. Great body. Says all the right things, feels good, kisses good. He invites me over. But for some reason my dick just won’t respond. I want to be into him but my mind won’t let me. My body feels good, but my hormones don’t respond. The other guy is an unashamed slut. Hot as well, but straight out the gutter and bad news. Takes loads in front of anyone. I’m almost sure he gave me an STD once. And when I see him, I feel like my dick is going to explode it’s so hard. I fuck him for a minute, I start cumming. Just typing this now has me horny. Why? There is nothing wrong with the first guy. Usually I’m very logical and rational. But when it come to sex, I guess the body wants what it wants.

When I climed out of the cabin I was afraid Joe would see the sex satisfied glow in my face, the bounce in my step. But he was just too tired to notice anything. The three of us had some breakfast on deck and then Joe climed down into the cabin for much needed sleep. For the next couple of weeks Claude and I managed to find some private time and space during the day or night to suck each other off. I knew the longer this continued the bolder we got. It was only a matter of time before Joe would catch us in the act, or so I thought. It didn't come down to that in the end. It turned out he knew what we were up to all along. After lunch one day when Claude and I were feeling particularly horny and desperately trying to find some blowjob time and space Joe said; "Don't let me stand in your way. I know you're horny for each other. Just go ahead and suck or fuck or whatever you need to do. Who knows, I might even watch and have a good wank. God knows I could use one. Don't be shy. " Despite his words I was shy; but not Claude. He immediately moved his crotch in front of my face, dropped his sweats to the floor and presented me his semi hard on. I looked at Joe who smiled at me, winked and nodded his head. I tentatively reached for Claude's substantial cock and slowly took it in my mouth. As his cock was hardening he took hold of my hair and began to face fuck me. His cock now balls deep in my throat demanded all my attention, I had now completely forgotten about Joe. Claude pulled my loose shirt up and I released him long enough for him to remove it over my head. I was right back on his luscious meat and soon he had a wet finger inside my shorts probing at my hole. Over a month had passed since I'd had any attention down there, I needed his cock, I needed to get fucked. I had soon slipped out of my cargo shorts and bent myself over the cockpit bench. Claude was quickly rimming my ass and I was startled back to Joe's presence as he audibly gasped, 'Fuck yeah!' My moment of self-consciousness passed quickly as Claude proceeded in the best tongue fuck I had ever experienced. He stopped for a moment and I thought I could hear him ask, "Do you want to watch me fuck him?" "Fuck yeah!" Was Joe's enthusiastic response. Soon Claude's raw cock was teasing my hole. I snuck a look and Joe had his huge cock out and was stroking it like there'd be no tomorrow. Claude hoarked on his cock and my hole and with only spit for lube his mushroom cock head penetrated my ring. "Holy fuck Claude, where's the condom?" Joe's astonished voice. "Believe me, this is the only way he wants cock in his ass." Claude Joe, "Seriously?" Me, "Just fuck me already!" My hole was tight, it had been so long. But the pain of penetration was so exquisite, and soon Claude was balls deep and all pain transformed to pure pleasure. He pounded away doggie position for the longest time, until he sat on the bench and I lowered myself onto his stiff rod and rode it for all I was worth. Eventually we managed to figure out how he could enter me in missionary position and I begged him with my eyes to breed me. His pace picked up, his breathing became erratic and then he plunged deep into me. I felt every convulsion of his grand cock and knew he was filling me with copious amounts of his hot spunk. I heard a great gasp and looked towards Joe just in time to see him shoot his orgasm all over his stomach and chest having opened his shirt. "Holy fuck! You came in his ass!" "Did you expect him to pull out?" Me "Didn't you want him to?" Joe "I've bred his hairy ass many times. So have about one hundred other men." Claude As I scooped some cum from my ass and was moving it to my mouth, "Probably over 500. Not boasting. Just naming reality." Claude bent down, his cock still solidly up my ass and planted a French kiss on my mouth. Joe just shook his head his eyes wide open in disbelief of what he had just witnessed. To be continued ...

It appears WHO officials have settled on a new name for Monkeypox - MPOX. https://apple.news/AU3gNGS5_QnO6wT3pJ3GaAA Some of us have been using MPX, so need to add a letter going forward…

Eden Hazard ex Chelsea player and Belgian captain definitely has the best ass in football (soccer) in my opinion. What I would do to get my face in there after he’s played a match! Woof!

Mason and his best friend Declan Rice 😍

🤨 So, you didn’t mean to deceive him, but you would have if you’d thought it through? Nice. No sympathy, for either of you. Saying that you’ve been ‘dumped’ suggests you were ever in some kind of relationship to begin with, instead of just a convenient long-running NSA fucking arrangement. He’s married. You found this out secondhand, so you have no idea whether he’s open for play or whether you’re abetting his infidelity. But hey, what’s it to you, the sex is great, you’re all don’t-ask-don’t-tell, and you’re ethically challenged anyway. Why not? From your perspective, it’s all about you. Maybe, possibly, on his side, it’s not all about him. He cared enough about the other guy to marry him, so two possibilities: He doesn’t want to get HIV and infect his partner, or he’s afraid he’ll get it, be caught cheating, and lose his marriage. Either way, he’s rethinking where his values lie (not with you). Now, clearly, he doesn’t have a good understanding of what Undetectable means. From the way you describe his vanilla sexual style, that’s not really surprising. You could have done both of you some good by making that conversation a teachable moment and explained why he wasn’t at risk. Instead, it sounds like you were too taken up with your own feelings of rejection to consider his concern. So, not sure what you’re expecting to hear. He has every right - and ethically possibly an obligation - to pull back from you, given his commitment. You have no reason to think yourself owed anything from a NSA fuck bud who you never bothered to tell your status to in the first place. It’s not clear where you’re from, but in the United States, there are 10 states in which it is illegal for a person with HIV not to disclose status, even if Undetectable. It never feels good for someone to reject you for being Poz. Of course it feels shitty. Until the stigma is gone, it probably won’t be the last time it happens. You can go a long way toward preventing it by disclosing up front and making sure the guy knows why you’re safe to play. For now, pick yourself up, brush yourself off, and move on to someone who’s actually available.

But... Had You lied and you were both still having sex, things would be different than they have been. You would always know/have known that the man You were breeding wasn't accepting You into himself, but some 'sanitized' version of what 'should' be vs what is, I.e, what You had would have been false, a lie, vs true.

There's a great French movie (Bang Gang) about teenage sex and STIs which is based on a true life story of a group of kids who were having orgies and came down with a bunch of STIs - including many getting syphilis. I highly recommend watching it - it's well done… But at the end of the day the issue of STIs is yet another reason why you shouldn't be having sex with kids. You may think you're getting away with it, but the kid gets an STI and lots of questions will be asked…

Nah... i think You are right to live honestly. Sex is one of the most intimate connections two people can have, lying about who and how You are takes that element away. This guy is now having to face who and how he is and decide if he wants reality and honesty or some Disney notion. Risk is part of the equation of human connection, denying that or lying about it doesn't make it less so. i would not rule him out yet. he may just be facing reality for the first time and wrestling with this. It's possible that he will end up missing and wanting what you two have and growing and changing as a result, becoming more honest and real vs living and acting in denial about the risks involved in living as a man with his particular needs and wants.

I"m glad you enjoyed it and you are welcome to do it again. *oink*

Chapter 25: Home for the Holidays Going home for Christmas with my partner was somewhat of an odd situation. I had not told my dad or brother that I was partnered, nor that my partner pozzed me. We decided at some point, we would tell him about being partners, but not mention that we were both poz. My dad set us up in a nice hotel not far away, but said we could spend the weekend at his home as his wife was taking a weekend getaway with her friends. We arrived at the hotel, showered and deep cleaned. Just after we got out of the shower, my phone rang and it was my brother. He suggested that we get together for some cock and tails before heading to dad's house. I asked him where he was, and lo and behold he was in the room adjoining us. I knocked on my door between the rooms and when he opened his side, both he and his partner were also buck naked after just getting out of the shower. Apparently my brother knew our rooms were adjoining as he had already poured drinks for all of us. My brother quickly noticed the matching metal cockrings on us. We downed our drinks and told him we had planned to announce at dad's that we were not just roomies, but now partners. My brother said that we should celebrate before going to dad's, as dad enjoyed a pre loaded hole. Then being an ass, he said you know that dad wants your partners ass, and that if I was the only one fucking him, he'd need to open that hole some. Now I really never got mad at my brother until now. Knowing that he needed to be pozzed, and I had the power to do so, I just said bend over ill show you I might not be large, but had learned to become a great top. He then said I hope you last more than a few minutes like you did when you fucked me previously. That was it! My brother was going to get what be needed, just not from his partner! I mounted his ass and pounded him furiously for about 20 minutes before seeding him. As I came I blurted out take my load, almost saying dirty load. While we were breeding, my partner was getting fucked by my brothers partner. It was my turn to be an ass. I looked at my brother and said although his partner was hung, I hoped he had some more aggressive fuck buddies on the side! We all had a good laugh and ate our loads from the bottoms and cleaned the tops cocks. Just then our dad called and asked where we were? He said he was at the pool stroking, and that if we didn't get there soon his load would be wasted on his chest instead of my partners ass. My brother laughed and said don't worry we wanted to make sure that 2 of us came preloaded. With that I shoved a plug up my brothers ass, and his partner shoved one up my partners ass. With that we headed to dads. Next up Chapter 26: Spreading our Legs and the News.

The number of times I've shot my load to this story over the years is preTTy high - one of my all-time favorites - I would have loved this happening when I was a teen.

At 53 and being a major slut for almost 40 years, I have a lot to choose from, so it is hard to say what the raunchiest thing I've ever done was. From your examples, in a church (with a girl), in a store (several times), on an open street (several times, I have at least 1 story about it posted in the " Your Last Load" forum), yes. Train and foyer, no. By far the most disgusting thing I've ever done was breed a guy, then took a shit in his mouth and then let him wash it down with my piss straight from the tap, the last time I did it to him was in a bathhouse with other guys watching. It wasn't really my thing, but he talked me into it and I tried it a few times just to be sure, I definitely never kissed him. A regular thing that I do that is fairly raunchy in sex clubs, is to loudly offer to lube bottoms up with the cum leaking from my hole before I fuck them.

Sure would, I love a good hate fuck!

I just bred at the family bathroom at 3am….now I’m sitting next to my unsuspecting family with a strangers load that just filled my hungry ass. we all just came back from vacation where the sec was absent and no chance of cruising. I gave up the idea that sex would happen altogether. However on a late night flight out of JFK, I went into Grindr….I met a fat cocked black guy who wanted to fuck and I agreed to meet him at the companion restroom. I went in firstly and he soon came in. I got to my knees and he was hard like iron before even getting his dick out. I sucked and made sure to gag as I didn’t have lube. His cock was easily 7.5 and around 7 thick….I used my spit to lube my hole and then tried to slide on…I was so horny, I could feel him ripping into my tight hole. He gave me some lube from his carry on and proceeded to slide in, I noticed a familiar small brown bottle and asked for a couple of hits. he gladly obliged and soon my head was flying high and my tight ass cunt opened up and swallowed his big black cock….he held me close as his cock pulsated into my o-ring. I took a couple of hard hits and began sliding on his fat cock. he was really enjoying this sensation as he was now gripping my hips and feeding me poppers. Soon my hole was open and he was drilling my ass as I held it open for the assault. I bent over and rested my chest on the sink as he fucked me deep, I still held my cheeks open for him so that he could have deep access and he began moaning. He started cumming and was loud about it…groans and moans. It was so hot having a complete stranger breed my hole at an airport. I loved every inch..I then cleaned up and left quickly. I went to the next bathroom and found that my hole was bloody and shitty….my hole still burns but I wish I had more men to fuck me like he did.

When at bathhouses, I probably miss a few loads because I generally refuse to go to private rooms. You get to fuck me in the public areas or not at all 😈

A couple weeks ago a fuck bud of mine came over for some fun. He's a 20 something black guy with a really nice 7.5" dick and an incredibly sexy hairy butt and hole. It's especially hot since from the waste up he is very smooth. As someone who loves a hairy ass I loved the surprise of seeing such a hairy bottom. I love eating it and it feels especially good on raw dick. We spent about 30 minutes having great sex. He's a wonderful kisser, loves to suck dick and inhale poppers. He knows I'm poz, undetectable and we have never even discussed using condoms. By the end of the evening I sent him home with my load. The next morning he called me and told me he forgot his watch and would come by sometime to pick it up. Two days later around 10AM he shows up at my door. He said he was on his way for his 3 month PrEP checkup and my house was on the way. I went to the bedroom to grab the watch and when I came back he kissed me. I didn't think he had time to have sex but it was game on. He started undoing my pants and got on his knees and put his dick in my mouth. While he was sucking he handed me poppers. I was in heaven. I pulled him up took another hit of poppers and shotgunned the scent into his mouth. We kissed ravenously until I turned him around bent him over and started eating his ass. My god that awesome ass. I got it so wet that my spit was clinging to his pubes. I pulled him up again and kissed him so he could taste his ass, We both hit the poppers and I turned him around again ate his ass some more tasting his musk before I slid in. I only fucked him for a few minutes until I couldn't hold back and went balls deep pumping my semen inside him. I slowly pulled out and was so turned on by my pearly white semen clinging to his short hairs . I couldn't resist tasting just a bit....My cum and his musky ass. I reached up and shared some with him. He said he had to go as his appointment was soon. After he left I was so turned on knowing he was going into an HIV clinic with my load freshly planted. Would some leak out? If it did would the doc smell it? Would they do an anal swab for STD's? I hoped that when he was getting counseled on safe sex he would feel my load in his ass.

We don't have any bath houses around so usually my best chance at scoring some loads is the adult bookstore. Weekends are my best time to play, which is sometimes great but can turn into one of those non-participatory sex zombie day of the sex organ dead kind of afternoon. I pulled in just before 1:00 and walked slowly past all the open doors on my way toward the back. It gave my eyes a chance to adjust a little to the dark. Along the back hallway there was a nice crowd of guys standing shoulder to shoulder. At the end of the hallway an older Hispanic man was looking at his phone. I was one of his regulars and hoped he noticed me as I slipped into the back room to get undressed. A couple of weeks before I bought a ball stretcher and cock ring made out of leather and snaps. There was nobody in the back room as I undressed, but as I was putting on the ball stretcher I noticed my Hispanic friend come into the room and look me over. I rolled up my clothes and walked past him toward the dark room next door. He cupped his hand around my ass cheek and followed me into the darkroom. It took longer than usual to work my way from the front to the back of the room. My friend was clinging on so I had to go slower, and the place was crowded. I could tell from the occasional lights from phones that there was room on the couch in the back so eventually I ended up there. I heard my friend pulling up behind me and the tinkle of his belt. I swabbed on some lube and hit my poppers before leaning down into the sofa cushions. His cock was small but very hard and punched straight into my willing asshole. I couldn't help it and started to moan a little. My friend can be quick to cum the first time we get together. I could already feel his breathing change and his hands pushed my ass cheeks apart as he drove his cock as deep as possible inside my ass. I moaned more and suddenly felt somebody new beside me as I was taking the cock. A hairy forearm started to rub against my ribs then I felt his hand against my cock. When he felt the ball stretcher his hand moved downward and started squeezing my balls. I started to cry out just as my friend started to spasm as he dropped the first load into my open asshole. He pulled away quickly leaving me feeling empty. There was another hand rubbing across my back from the other side. This one was smaller and not so rough. Then I felt a third hand sliding down from my low back and dropping a thumb into my freshly plowed ass crack. For a moment I wasn't sure which way to move, then I felt a familiar hard knob sliding into my boy pussy and i leaned down to feel the cock go deeper. My friend beside me took advantage and shoved a massively thick cock head between my lips. I could already taste the salty pre-cum. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled. The thick cock filled up my face completely. Meanwhile the cock that found its way inside was larger than I first thought. As it stiffened, I could feel it banging away against my prostate and making my legs weak with pleasure. He pounded deeper with each stroke and made little noise. It felt like he was the type who liked to fuck a while. Beside him was an older man who leaned in first to lick me on the ear while he started rubbing my nipple. "Make it hurt," I whispered. He responded with a tight pinch between his fingernails on the tip of my nipple that sent me into an amazing place. The fat cock in my mouth seemed to sense the change in excitement level and started driving deeper down my throat. I whimpered as the nipple pinching became unbearable then suddenly an unfamiliar voice behind me barked out an expletive. I felt his hips jerking into me and his cock drove deep to send a huge steamy load deep into my guts. I managed to slip my nipple free from the pincer just as I felt the fat cock pop out of my mouth. The long cock slipped out of my ass and the cock I had just sucked was now crushing my asshole open to slide inside. Much to my amazement I had only sucked a small length of his cock. As he pushed deeper inside me I felt a much longer fat cock working its way inside. I could barely breathe from the pressure and size. He must have sensed that he needed to take it easy for a second. He leaned down and whispered, "Lay on your back and I'll fuck you like a slut." I wasn't exactly sure what that meant but I definitely wanted him to continue fucking me. I laid on my back on the sofa. He pushed my feet up to his shoulders and speared me with his huge cock once again. I moaned out uncontrollably and that started to attract several other guys from outside the room in the hallway. His cock was only about halfway in and I felt like he was going to split me in half. He stopped for a second to squirt a little more lube which left me a second to hit my poppers in one nostril, then the pounding resumed. Suddenly I felt another cockhead flipping across my lips. As I opened my mouth in surprise the owner dropped the cock neatly into my mouth and I started to suck. There were several other guys coming up and crowding in. I could feel more hands rubbing across my skin and on my face. My friend the bull who had managed to get most of his cock inside me couldn't stop himself from launching a load. The rest cheered him on. As he pulled out I was getting a bit cramped so I slipped my legs downward onto the floor and stood for a moment before turning back toward the sofa. Two of the closest to me pushed me down into the cushion. One lay down in front of me and pulled my face down into his cock. Behind me the other drove his cock up and into me slowly at first and then with speed that built to a pace of orgasm. I heard other voices in Spanish. Another cock slipped into my hole and back out in a few minutes to be replaced by another. After the last one came inside me the place seemed to clear. In all there were 10 loads. My ass was a saggy mess. Along the way two guys tried to fist me and one guy ate me out. It was pure heaven. Maybe I'll go back this afternoon ;-)

I’d like to find a commitment dude to make videos with. I’m open to all nit concerned about hiding my face in pornographic videos. I’m sorry I didn’t get into amateur pornographic footage at the beginning of onlyfans and where ever else opportunities to sell perverted Poz tops giving everything to me before walking away never to be scene again.☣️

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”.

The Poz Ranch Chapter One With my ear presses tightly against my bedroom door, I could hear the voices talking in the other room. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I did recognize most of the voices. One was my dad. I never heard mom’s voice, but I think I heard her sobbing. Another voice belonged to our Pastor, but two other male voices I didn’t know. This whole situation began when my dad looked at the history on my computer and discovered I was going to gay porn sites. He freaked out. Luckily, I was out with my friends the day this happened, which allowed him to cool down a bit. When I got home, I was sat down and questions were asked. “I have seen your browser history, Cody,” dad said as he paced in front of me and mom sat quietly holding a box of tissues. “Would you like to tell us what I discovered, Cody?” dad asked. A knot was forming in my stomach and a huge lump was in my throat. My hands were sweaty. All I could do was look down at the floor. “Look at me and tell me what I discovered!” dad shouted. “I was looking at porn sites, dad” I said timidly. “What kind of porn sites?” “Gay” I relied softly. “Speak up Cody. I didn’t hear you. Your mother didn’t hear you!” “Gay” I said again, this time in my normal volume. Mom was now sobbing in her chair, head down, face hidden in her hands. “Deprived, sick, and against your religious up bringing” dad bellowed Mom’s sobs grew louder. I just sat there, looking at dad paced in front of me. “I have contacted Pastor John to see what help he can offer.” “No dad, can’t we just work this out in the family” “Not going to happen. You are sick, maybe even possessed. Pastor John will know where we can get you help” dad said. I laughed in my head when dad said I was possessed. Gay demon, that is funny. “I know there are places that will pray, work or who knows to get the gay out of you.” At that moment, I knew that my life was about to change. I had read articles about the practices of these conversions camps. You pray and they beat you, spit on you, and other horrors; to try to cure you of the sickness. Yet, I wasn’t sick, at least not in my mind. I was just me. Being gay wasn’t me entirely, just a part. “Go to your room” dad commanded, “and there you will stay” I got up and moved a distance away from him, not knowing if he would hit me as I passed. I quickly moved down the hall to my room. “I’ll bring your meals to you” mom said in between sobs. That was three days ago. I was in my room or my bathroom since. In solitary confinement. Dad had removed my laptop. I was isolated from the outside world. Bringing us back to my ear pressed to the door. If only I could hear what they were saying and plotting for my “cure.” I finally gave up and returned to my usual sitting spot on the side of my bed facing the window, watching the world go by. About a half an hour later there was a knock at my door. “Come in” I said. The door opened and instead of dad’s head popping in, it was Pastor John’s. Paster John was a rugged looking man, someone you would know think was a man of God. He was at least six foot and two hundred fifty pounds of muscle. He had dark brown hair and always a three day scruff beard on his face. “Cody, may i have a word with you?” he asked Yes, Pastor John” He walked around to where I was sitting. He gently sat next to me. “Cody, your actions have put your parents in a difficult position and with my guidance they have come to a decision, a very difficult decision. What they have agreed to is out of love not hate. I hope in time you can see that” he said. I sat silent beside him. “The two men that accompanied me to your house are representatives of a ranch out in the desert. A ranch that turns boys like you into men. It will be very hot and a lot of hard work.” Tears began to run down my checks. “In two days you will be leaving here. No need to pack any of your belongings. Everything will be provided. Buck up and prepare yourself. You have some hard times ahead of you.” That said, he got up and walked out of the room. Leaving me alone with my thoughts and tears.

i wondered some of this stuff as well: Is the guy being fucked married to a woman or a man? Are they in an open relationship? None of that is stated. If he is cheating and lying, he may already have that eating at him, or maybe he's ignorant and thinks he can cheat and still avoid the STD risk? Who knows, there's lots of guys out there who really act on that notion. Our sex drive is a strong thing. Also, gay relationships can be different, i've had more than a few long term FB's who i fell for in a sense, even if it didn't qualify as a standardly defined relationship, it was still a relationship i valued on an emotional level. my own belief is, lying and deception make for a fake relationship, or at least a partial, fragmented one. i do not think it is right, let alone worth it. To me, every time we lie about who we are, and subsequently cheat, we are what is wrong with society. We can only control our self, i don't know anyone who values being lied to or cheated, i sure don't, so it makes sense to me not to be that person. Anyone here who knows my story knows i was in a religious web for many years, married to a woman and cheated with Men, i felt rotten every time i cheated and hated myself for it. It cost me everything to become an honest person, but it's so worth it. It sucks feeling rejected, or not even considered because i put "undetectable" in all my online profiles, but to me, it beats the alternative.

Two observations: 1. "Want to slow things down" is not at all the same as "want things to stop". If he can be taken at his word, he needs time to process and I would guess he probably feels like he needs to be in control of his decision rather than acting in the heat of passion. That's totally appropriate, especially if he's been living in a bubble and HIV is a big scary thing of which he's largely ignorant. Remember, he probably hasn't been reading BZ every week for years (which gives you an understanding of a LOT of nuances about sex and bugs and drugs and risk and safety). 2. The situation involved a discussion of "pozzing videos". That's another kettle of fish to "I'm undetectable". If I were in his shoes, I'd be far more alarmed and anxious about the former than the latter.

I've done worse.

As you can see, I do enjoyed being used!

I am usually hard before the cock enters my ass, but once it does, I get harder. Always was that way. Just aroused by a bare cock in my ass.

Chapter 23: Poz Pepperoni It took about 3 weeks but the pizza boy started showing signs of the fuk flu. For some reason, he never told us. We called for a delivery and asked for him, and they said he was out sick. I immediately sent him a text asking what was going on. He said he was afraid to tell me as he was pretty sure it was someone at the party that converted him, and not me. He then texted a pic of a home HIV test, and sure enough he was pregnant. We told him we would call the doctor and get him an appointment to be 100 percent sure, and he agreed. Luckily the doctor was available that afternoon, and overjoyed at the news. The pizza boy looked like total shit when we picked him up. There was really no need for the doctor to confirm but we knew it was an opportunity to breed him at the doctors office. My partner drove, and I got in the back seat with the boy. He was so weak and tired, he put his head against me. I just stroked his hair and told him it was all good baby boy. I reminded him that he had the desire to convert, and was sure the doctor had well informed him. He smiled at me, and then started to cry, saying he wished it was me that converted him. I reminded him it was still a possibility that it was me. The doctor warmly greeted us and told the boy a test probably wasn't necessary as the flu had hit him pretty hard, but he'd still do a test. He instructed him to strip and get on the exam table. The doctor took a blood sample, and called his new assistant in to take it for testing. His new assistant was the BBC I'd seen at one of the parties. The doctor then asked the boy how he was feeling. Not physically but emotionally. While he was asking him, the doctor started fondling his cock, which slowly started to get hard. The boy said he was happy, but had wished it was me that gifted him. The doctor reminded him it was still a possibility and that in the future he would do a DNA check. The boy smiled and looked at me and said he wanted me to breed him now. Of course I would. I remember going through the flu, and still enjoying getting seeded. The doctor and my partner got naked and my partner bent him over and started breeding him. The assistant came in an said, WTF I wasn't invited to the party? I said I'll prelube the boy for you as he's going to need it to take your cock. The assistant immediately stripped, and watched as I seeded the boy. Once I finished, his cock slipped in the boy. Even with his cum filled ass, it was a challenge for the boy Once we were all finished breeding, the doctor suggested we bring the boy to his place for observation as his was one of the worst cases of the fuck flu he's seen. The boy agreed. Wr got him in the car and took him to the doctors place. Although he was feeling like shit, he suggested we smoke some tina, which we did. Once in the clouds, we hesded to the doctors bed, sandwiching the boy between us. He had Tina dick so couldn't put his cock up me, but my partner was hard enough to penetrate but not breed him.

oh fuck me this is so hot!!

Hi guys, My name’s Jamie. I’ve been lurking around for a while and finally decided to sign up with a profile and start participating. I’m a 39yo bottom in central NY, 5’10, 170#, black hair/brown eyes. Like a lot of other Asians I look younger, at least to non-Asians. Rice queens can probably tell my real age, too! My first barebacking experience was when I was 20; as my boyfriend at the time and I were in a committed relationship, we decided to stop using condoms. The first time he went in me raw I realized why I had always found bottoming a little underwhelming. The difference was night and day and I’ve been addicted to skin-on-skin every since. I used to escort in NYC and LA(long ago!!) which gave me the opportunity/excuse to indulge in wilder and more perverted sex play. I don’t do that anymore (aged out!) and I really miss the sheer variety I was able to enjoy then. I’m mostly here to chat and exchange stories but if the right opportunity came up I’d jump at the chance.

About time!

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

So many of our laws still consider HIV in the context of life in the 1980's. In my opinion it should fall under the same set of rules as HSV and HPV (which in my generation was common). How we consider HIV should evolve to more like that context. Individuals who wish to prevent HIV infection have ways to prevent that and still bareback. I assert that man of the medical advances and treatments and even cures we're experiencing now is the human benefit resulting from the AIDS crisis. If as a society we wish to control disease; we need to make it readily available to everyone without price as a barrier. At the moment there are programs still around whose roots are in the 1980's here in Wisconsin. Affordability is for now less an issue here. Of course that could change drastically with a different administration. Germaine to this topic; socially I assert we would be better off decriminalizing disease. For HIV specifically there are methods of controlling that are not dependent on whether someone withheld information or even outright lied.

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The Poz Ranch Chapter Two Two nights later a loud bang woke me from the first deep sleep that I had after learning my fate. I sat up quickly in bed and listened for more noise. What I didn’t hear was my parents moving about. Suddenly my bedroom door flew open and a bight light was shined in my face. I put my hand up to cover my eyes, but someone grabbed it and pulled both of my arms behind my back. I felt something course being wrapped around my wrist. The light drew closer to my face as the person who tied my wrists moved towards my ankles. “Don’t fight us boy. This can happen the easy way or the hard way” a deep voice said as a gloved hand slapped me up beside my head. I tried to move my legs apart and hold them, but I was quickly over powered. One hand held my legs together as the other tied them together. “Bet this little faggot got a hard on in his white briefs” Both men laughed. “Dad!!” I shouted, but a clothe was quickly shoved into my mouth. “They are not home fag boy. So they can’t help you. No one can help you” Soon a dark fabric bag was put over my head and I was lost in darkness. I was picked up and carried from my room. Knowing the layout of the house, I was taken to the garage. I was placed inside a vehicle. “You fucking keep quiet or I’ll stuff something bigger into your mouth.” the deep voice man said. The vehicle backed out of the garage and drove down our drive way. I had no idea when I would see the house again, let alone my parents. I laid in the back of the vehicle for hours. I had no way of tracking the time. I dozed off and on while we traveled. The men stopped somewhere, but I was left in the vehicle. It was getting hotter as we traveled and I was sweating. “Another hour faggot.” the deep voiced man said, “And the fun will begin.” When we stopped, I was lifted out of the vehicle and carried into a building. I heard the door slam behind us. We traveled a short way into the building. I was lifted high in the air and was seated in a cold metal chair. “Cut the briefs off, then restrain him to the chair. Let’s get a look at the new boy” I head a new voice say. I heard a click and felt cold metal being slid into the side of my briefs and then pulled outwards cutting the thin fabric. The other side was cut the same way. At the same time my hands we untied then restrained to the chair, my legs were done the same way. “No need to be shy boy” the deep voiced man said as he pull my knees open wide. “A little scrawny,” the other man that took me from my home said. “Yeah and that hair has to go. Boys here must be completely smooth.” “Cody is the boy’s name” the deep voiced man said. “Well Cody, I am Master Jack. I run the ranch here.” he said, “we are going to make a man out of you” I nodded my hooded head. “That won’t do Cody” he said, “the correct reply is Yes Sir” “Yes Sir,” I said timidly. “The quicker you submit to us, the easier it will be.” Master Jack said. “Yes Sir” I said a little louder. “Good boy” Master Jack said, “Take him and prepare him for his intake” I was unstrapped, but kept hooded. I didn’t resist. I had given in to my fate. I was half carried and half dragged through the building and into a new room. The floor was cold and I assumed it was tile. “Stand up and don’t move, unless you want your cock and balls cut off.” the deep voice man said with a laugh. “Spread your lets wider boy and put your hands behind your back, clasped together. This is the way you stand when you are in the presence of the Masters or their guests. “Yes Sir” I replied. I felt my crotch being wetted and something being spread on my ball sack and the area above my cock. “Fucking hold still, no one wants a dickies boy” I felt the cold steel blade slide across my sack as the man pulled it down tightly. I stood there with my eyes closed, repeating in my head “Don’t cut off my dick and balls.” it seemed like it took forever to shave me smooth. “Okay boy that done, low lift your arm straight up, it’s time to strip those pits” he said with a laugh. I obeyed. Why I don’t know. I think it was out of fear. Once my pits were done I thought we were through. I was now smooth from head to toe. Or so I thought. “Now for my favorite part boy,” the deep voiced man said, “turn around, bend over and spread those cheeks! What the fuck I thought. Shamefully I did as I was told. No one has ever seen my hole, not even my doctor. Once in position, I felt flushed with embarrassment. “Look at that pretty pink boy pussy” he said as he blow cold air on it. “That at that fucker pucker” the other man said. I felt him run the razor blade down each side of my crack, which caused me to shiver. “Smooth boy pussy is the best” Boy pussy, where the fuck was I. I assumed this was a religious place to pray away the gay. These men don’t sound like any religious men I have met. “Here’s the deal boy,” said the deep voiced man, “the next process is not pretty, but it has to be done. I am going to give you a drink, something fast acting. You are going to drink it after we put you in the next room. Then once you have dealt with that little round. You will shove the silver hose up your pussy, until its clean.” “Yes Sir” I was led to the next room, I was handed a bottle. Once the door was closed I drank the drink. I will spare you the details of the next couple of hours. “Put the hood back on boy” the deep voice man said as he knocked on the door. I did as I was told. I felt the cold air come through as the door was opened and my arms was grabbed. I was led to another room. “You have twenty minutes to shower,” he said, “Then your intake begins. We are almost ready for you, so fucking hurry” The hot water felt good. I let it run over my newly smooth body. I found a bar of soap and quickly washed myself from head to toe. I found a towel hanging on a hook when I was done. I waited with the hood over my head, I assumed that is what they wanted, with my legs spread slightly and my hands behind my back. The door opened and I heard: “Faggot here has learned his first lesson” the deep voice man said. “Submissive is in a boy’s nature” another man said. The both grabbed an arm and moved me out of the shower room and down a hall. I was lifted off the ground as we went down two flights of stairs and put to the floor. “Your intake is just beyond this door” the man said in my ear, “kneel until someone comes to get you, hands clasped behind your back” I heard them walk up the stairs as I slowly kneeled, shaking in fear.

As Pavi pulled the taxi into a discreet location round the back of Oval tube station he turned to see his passenger passed out in the back. “Hey!..... Hey!” his thick accent shouted across the taxi. However Jason remained unresponsive in the back. Pavi got out the cab and walked around, stepping into a muddy mess on the ground and cursing under his breath. He slide the back door open and shouted again but still getting no response. Clambering into the back of the taxi he grabbed Jason and gave him a yank, causing the boy to rock in response but there was no conscious response. Pavi dug his hands into the boys pockets looking for his wallet, but could only find a clinic card which he shoved back in. He looked down at the young lad and licked his lips. He looked around and couldn't see anyone about. London never slept, but this little alley way did have any through traffic. He knew this lad was likely some pig trash, who couldn't hold his drink and drugs. He had picked up the type before from the Pig Palace. He hooked his fingers into the boys trackies and pulled them down revealing a rock hard dick and smooth skin. Pavi had no interest in dick. He wasn't a dirty queer. But if he wasnt getting paid for this journey he was at least going to get a good fuck. He rolled Jason over onto the floor of the taxi and pulled his trackies down. He sucked on two of his hairy fingers and dug up in-between the boys arse cheeks and found a sloppy loose hole waiting for him. “Dirty little bitch aren't you, with a nice sloppy pussy for me”. Unbuckling his trousers he let his belly pop out from under his tight white shirt and pulled his pants down revealing an ugly fat dick which he proceeded to shove hard into the boys guts. The taxi rocked back and forth as Pavi threw all his weight down on the unconcious Jason, slamming in and out of his wet hole. Pavi was muttering under his breath “Thats it you dirty little bitch, take my fucking dirty dick. You fucking slag, you sick dirty cunt, spreading your legs for any fucking dick. Take it you sick little cunt. Be a little bitch”. His belly was crushing Jason into the cab floor and with one hand Pavi grabbed Jasons hair raised his head off the floor and slammed it back down splitting his temple as he began to dump his load inside the wrecked pig cunt it was now becoming. Pavi rose and buckled his pants up. He grabbed his passenger by the ankle and dragged him out the taxi door, allowing him to slop into the muddy street. He propped him up by the wall but didn't bother readjusting his trackies, allowing the muddy water to pool around his torn arse hole cock and balls. A voice called out from further down the back of the alley “hey is he alright there”. Pavi quickly jumped back into the taxi and revved the engine, driving off splattering muddy water and muck behind him. A dishevelled man shuffled down the alleyway towards Jason. His wet clothes clung to him clearly having not avoided the rain himself. He looked around to be sure he wasn't being watched as he took the boys hand and began dragging him to the end of the alleyway. At the bottom was a crude and wet constructed den made out of cardboard and disused crates and pallets. The man dragged Jason underneath the tarp and closed it shut behind him. He stared down at his prize, licking his dirty finger and wiping the blood from the cut across Jasons forehead. Jasons cock was still engorged and the homeless man opened his mouth and lowered it down to take a nice long suck on this warm meat. Jasons polo was removed and slung towards the entrance of the little den and his trackies were pulled down around his ankles. The homeless man then removed his own clothes and clambered on top of the lads unconscious body, rubbing his dirty body up and down, longing for the touch of another warm body against his own, sucking and chewing on Jasons nipples and kissing his unresponsive face. He turned the body over and spread the lads hole open. He lunged into the sloppy mess chewing on the pussy lips in front of him scratching and tearing the tender skin with his bushy beard as he sucked and dragged the rosebud out. He grabbed his dick and gave it a few good hard wanks, squeezing out a disturbing discharge from his piss slit rubbing it around the head of his dirty cheesy dick before thrusting it balls deep into the mess in front of him. Considering this was the first fuck for many years he didn't last long blasting a hot dirty load deep into Jason's guts. Jason was rolled over once more across the dirty floor of the den and the naked homeless man jumped onto his prey and lowered his hole onto Jason's still hard dick. He awkwardly bucked up and down spreading his dirty arse all over Jason's engorged dick bending it back and forth. The painful twists and turns sparked life back into Jason who slowly began coming aware of his surroundings as he realised he had some naked unknown man riding him. “Fuck! FUCK!” Jason screamed as he shoved the homeless forcefully off his cock against one of the crates holding the den up. Jason twisted his body and began crawling towards the entrance of the den, trying to kick out the skeletal grip of the homeless man as he tried to hold his prey in place. “Wait dirty boy wait wait wait” he pleaded as he grabbed up Jasons kicking legs forcefully shoving two sharp nailed fingers up inside Jason's sloppy pussy. Fear and flight were kicking in as Jason bucked and kicked the attacker in the chest and face. He grabbed his polo shirt and managed to get to his feet pulling up his trackies and sprinting down the alleyway not looking back once as he reached the main road. Pulling his polo over his head he looked shocked and lost as he tried to figure out his surroundings. He tried to look for help in someone's face, in any of the passing strangers, however even in the best of time Londoners try not to get involved in other peoples lives, especially if that person looked in the state that Jason was. Auto pilot kicked in and Jason began walking through the streets towards home. Getting to his flat he searched for his keys but found his pockets empty other than a random business card. Emotionlessly he took the spare key from under the flower pot and let himself inside. He walked into the bathroom turned on the shower and got in. He fell to the floor and began to slowly cry as the recent events began to tumble away in his thoughts. He couldn't remember what had happened. All he knew was that his hole was in agony, his dick was hard and his own voice echoed in his memory “ give it to me sir, charge me up, charge this dirty pig” ...what had he done?

Five loads later and Jason's body was limp and loose after being passed back and forth in the steam around the dirty older pigs. He couldn't hold a coherent thought together let alone speak as the last dick to fuck him slowly plopped out and a gush of liquid spilled out and dribbled down his leg. Jason dropped to the floor and his body slowly began crawling for the door, instinctively trying to get away from his tormentors however in moments he felt arms either side hoist him to his feet and walk him out the steam room into the cold corridor. “I think this dumb cunt pig needs a lie down before he starts having a G fit, how fucking much did you give him Sid you fucker” laughed one of his supports. “Just the right amount for a growing young lad” came the response from the steam room. “Right come with us, we will get you laid down and relaxed don't worry”. Came the voice next to Jason reassuringly. He leaned in and rested his head on this mans shoulder and found it bony and pointed. He was desperately seeking some sense of safety, completely not realising he wouldn't find any in one of the men who had just raped his hole. Jason was walked, well more dragged, through the red lit corridors, seeing various faces of men staring back at him with lust. All sorts of men were here, from big hairy brutes, to seedy looking twinks, smooth bloated bellies and skeletal bodies. They all had the same face in common however, a look of insatiable hunger. Jason was pushed into a room and was lifted into a sling suspended in the centre of this room. “Ssssssh lay back kid, don't worry we will get you sorted out, just relax and try and sleep it off” said one of his supports and he was helped further back into the sling and had his legs lifted and slowly secured into the straps. Jason slowly drifted towards the edge of unconsciousness as he slowly was rocked back and forward in the sling as multiple leather straps were wrapped around his legs and arms keeping him secure and in place. One of the men went into the corner and pressed a couple of buttons that help tilt and manoeuvre the sling so Jason's head was below his legs, making not only the blood slowly rush to his head, but ensuring his mouth and throat and arse were all at prime fucking height. Another button was pressed which slowly pulled the sling further apart stretching Jason's legs out further apart. He groaned as his fucked hole began to stretch open slightly and a gush of cum slopped out onto the floor. “Don't be an ungrateful pig now” said one of the captors as he scooped the discharge up in his fingers and shoved them into Jason's open mouth. Pushing them deep down the back of his throat ensuring that all the poz cum him and his friends had so kindly deposited didn't go to waste. The two men then looked at their sacrificial lamb, smiled and left as Jason slowly spun in the centre. Jason stared unawares up at the ceiling, his mind perplexed by the image he was seeing. The room was mirrored and his mind was trying to interpret the vision in front of him. His own body tied up swinging, suspended, naked. What was going on, where was he? Nothing was making sense. Slowly he could see in the reflection a body moving towards him. He tried to turn his head to see but his body couldn't seem able to do anything, so all he could do was watch the reflection in petrified silence as a voice muttered “well well well, looks like this little piggy has been having a good night already” Clive approached the body suspended in front of him and grabbed at one of the pale white legs and squeezed. “Beautiful pig aren't you. All smooth and youthful. Oh I remember those days”. Clive pushed two fingers into Jasons puffed hole and began pulling it apart. “Mmmmm still nice and tight” he whispered as he got closer and worked his tongue up deep inside “Mmmm and loaded as well. My own cream filled bun ready to eat” Jason's eyes bulged in fear as he motionlessly watched this riddled looking old man start to eat his hole, licking and slobbering and sucking on his ass lips. He watched in pure horror as the old man used such force his arse lips looked like they were being pulled inside out. Getting fuller and more like pussy lips. “Mmmm yeah you've got the small beginnings of a little rose bud there” the old man said as he licked the cum off his lips. “I hope I get a second taste before I leave”. Clive got to his feet and walked around Jason. “Now I've done a greedy thing and eaten all those loads from your hole, and that was wrong. So its only fair I share and return the favour.” Clive walked to Jason's face and turned around and began lowering his arse towards Jason's face. Aware of what he was seeing but unable to do anything Jason's eyes bulged in revulsion as he watched his old man pull apart his sagging arse cheeks to reveal more of a wound that a hole. It had lost any elasticity a long time ago and the hole had clearly been stretched so many times it was now a loose mess covered in blisters and bruises. “I've got a fair few stored in here for you, just as fresh” said Clive as he lowered his hole, feeling his sagging lips drop directly into Jason's unresponsive open mouth and then he grunted and pushed, filling Jason's mouth with a collection of randoms dirty loads. “Thats a good boy” said Clive as he stood up and turned back around. “Now eat up” he said as he closed Jason's mouth and held his head stroking his throat causing Jason to swallow at least 4 random loads that Clive had collected throughout the day. “Now I'm afraid thats not going to get you knocked up, but don't worry at least one of those loads came from a dick with a serious case of the drip so you are getting one special present at least” Clive winked as he gave Jason's nipple a good hard tweak. “You have a good night now you hear, and don't forget to save me some more loads for later” Clive walked out the room and passed a young twink who had been watching from the door way. They exchanged a smile and a nod and as Clive walked away the twink slid in. There was no small talk as the twink immediately went and took Jason's cock in his mouth and started sucking on it for all he had. His mouth formed a tight seal and sucked tighter and tighter. Jason was still lost in his own mind as his cock was being tormented by this twink. He had been sucked by girls before and whilst it had never been mind blowing it had been better than this. The twink grabbed Jason's balls and yanked on them hard, trying to choke himself on Jason's unresponsive dick. Realising he didnt have much chance the twink got up annoyed and went round to the Jason's mouth. “You better be ready to fuck me later” he spat into Jason's face,“I want your load and I'm going to get it”. Up close the twink was less cute boy and more a cracked out mess. His dry lips showed significant cold sores and the purple bags under his deep sunken eyes told a horror story. He lowered his face and planted a wet uncontrolled slobber into Jason's mouth, taking Jasons lip and biting down hard. Jason could taste something metallic but couldn't be sure if it was his own blood or the twink's coldsore covered mouth. The twink got up and walked out leaving Jason suspended slowly turning unable to move and lost in his thoughts. He felt sick, he felt empty and as he watched more bodies slowly fill the doorway, he knew this was just going to get worse.

PART 2 [Above: My ass in December 2012, waiting for anonymous dick to deposit a fresh strain of POZ cum.] After showering, I returned to Jake and Trey's living room. They already had a third guy there -- a very handsome dude, a little younger than me, smoking the pipe while Trey sucked his fat dick. "Hey, boy," said Jake. "Meet Beau. I told him that we had a neg hole all hopped up on Tina, and he came right over. Let's just say that he's gonna play a very important role in your pozzing tonight. You wanna tell him why, Beau?" "Sure," said Beau, right after blowing out a giant cloud of white smoke. "Around this time last year, Jake and Trey pumped me full of their sweet poz strain, and I got knocked up with the bug I'd been craving. Since then, I haven't gone on any meds, and my viral load is pretty fuckin' high. I love sharing my virus with boys like you, and especially with boys not like you -- boys who think I'm a neg total top, and trust me to destroy their perfect neg fuckholes with my poison shaft." "Trey and I are on meds," Jake explained. "So we're practically shooting blanks. But Beau here, he can do some serious damage to your immune system. Tell me, then: do you want this stud to fuck you after Trey and I have wrecked your neg hole?" "Yes. I want his unmedicated poz load," I said. Beau smiled. "I think we've got a good boy on our hands." "We definitely have a good boy on our hands," Jake replied. Then he motioned me over to the couch. "Sit down here, boy. Spread your legs. We're going to do a few things to help your cunt get even hungrier." I eagerly walked over to the couch, the Tina still making my head buzz after those first few hits almost an hour before. Jake lit up the pipe, took a giant hit, and blew it in my mouth. Then he handed the pipe and the lighter to me. "Here boy -- I'll teach you. Hold the flame right under the T," he said to me. "See that smoke coming out the top? That's when you start your slow inhale. Slow. Keep it slow. No, keep inhaling. Don't stop. Good boy." They watched me take four giant hits. Then I handed the pipe to Trey and lay back on the couch, lifting my legs to expose my hungry jockhole. "Oh, that's pretty," Beau said, smiling. "I can't wait to destroy that thing." Meanwhile, Jake was dipping his finger into a small plastic bag. He applied a little lube to my hole -- again, those fingers brushing against my cunt drove me wild -- and then he shoved into me with the finger that had been in the bag. There was a sharp pain, followed by a sudden warmth as he roughly rubbed the inside of my hole. Then my cunt relaxed, opened up, and began eagerly swallowing up that finger, then two, then three, with no pain -- just total eagerness for this man to use my butt however he wanted. Jake laughed. "Thatta boy," he said. "Jesus. I can feel this pussy getting hungrier by the second." Then he stood up, his dick looking even bigger, its curve pointing to his steady stream of precum. "You want this poz dick, boy? It's so ready to invade your neg cunt." "Fuck yes," I replied. "Please. Please give me your poz cock. I want to be just like you. I want you to mark me. Infect me. Please, please, please poz me." "You want my strain? Beau here has my strain. You like my strain, Beau?" "Fuckin' A," Beau said. "I'm so proud to carry your strain, and pass it on to every boy I can seduce with T and breed full of my virus." Jake knelt down between my legs, placing the head of his dick against the entrance to my hole. "You feel that, boy? That's my poz cock," he said. "Feel it?" "Oh fuck yeah, I feel it," I replied, squirming with total hunger for this man to transform me into a poz dickpig. "This is the point of no return, buddy. Once I'm inside, you're getting pozzed. In fact, even if I don't shoot a big wad, I'll still be dripping my precum the whole time, lubing you up with my virus. You ready?" "Yes, I'm ready." "Ready for what?" "To get pozzed. To feel your poz dick in me. To beg for your poz cum." He smiled. "You're such a good fuckin' boy." Then his fat mushroom head squeezed into my throbbing, partied-up fuckhole, and I moaned from the sense of total freedom as I surrendered my defenseless cunt to this sexy, hairy, muscular man with the studcock primed to alter me forever. "Moaning like a bitch already," he said. "We'll have you whimpering before long. Just whimpering like a cum-starved poz pig boy with a hole dripping cum and maybe a little bit of blood. Because this cunt is getting wrecked, I promise you." That's when he shoved the rest of his fat dick inside me. My hole swallowed it eagerly, and even in my pain I smiled. I had surrendered. I had taken the step. I couldn't turn back. I belonged to him. "Feels like home, boy. You were made for this. This is what your hole was meant to do." "Yes," I moaned. "This is all I ever wanted. Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. Thank me when you've got a gut full of my poz DNA." He pushed my knees back to my shoulders, squatted so that his cock was positioned directly above my wide-open hole, and began pounding. Just pounding it. Owning it. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I could almost hear the delicate tissues in my fuckhole getting shredded with this man's cock. He didn't last long. As I watched his muscular chest flex with every thrust, and his abs tighten each time his shaft drove all the way inside me, I could hear his breath grow shorter, his body beginning to shake with an intense need to release. "Tell me what you want, boy," he said. "Tell me now." "I want your poz cum, you fucking stud. Poz me." "What was that?" "I said PLEASE FUCKING POZ ME. PLEASE. PLEASE." "Fuck you, faggot. You didn't. Ever. Have. A. CHOICE." At that, his whole body went into a powerful convulsion as he plunged his cock even deeper. The muscles in his stomach spasmed repeatedly, and he grunted and growled with each pulsation of his stud-dick as he emptied a ballsac full of poz sperm inside my neg guts. Beau laughed. "Congratulations, boy," he said to me. "You are now officially a pig. Hungry for more?" "Yes, please. Please more poz seed. Please." "That's good," Beau replied. "Because that wasn't really a choice, either. But first, you're going to do what a true bottom does, and clean off the cock that just pounded your guts full of sweet poz cum." At that moment, Jake pulled out, and his dick glistened with the deathseed he'd just injected into my hole. I eagerly scrambled to the ground and wrapped my mouth around it, slurping greedily to taste this man's toxic DNA and worship his perfect boy-wrecking dick. "Jesus, he's a good boy," said Jake. As I knelt on the ground, carefully cleaning off my man's dick, I felt something slightly prickly press against the inside of my warm, wet cumhole. "Just hold still," said Trey. "I'm just rubbing the inside of your cunt with a toothbrush. Brushing some of that poz jizz up inside you, giving you little abrasions so that you can welcome more poz spunk into your bloodstream." Hearing that, I arched my back to spread my hole a little wider, allowing the toothbrush to plunge deeper inside my cum-soaked cunt. Seeing that, Jake whistled. "Jesus," he said. "I'd say we've created a pig. And trust me when I say this: this night is going to get much, much wilder. Just wait to see what fuckin' nasty surprises we have waiting for you." I glanced over at Beau, who was busy at work under the desklamp. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but it looked like he was carefully measuring T into little vials. Jake grabbed my head, turned it back in his direction, and impaled my mouth on his beautiful giftgiving cock. "Don't worry about what's next," he said to me. "Just worship my poz cock like a grateful faggot who knows his place." "Thank you," I murmured, as I plunged my hungry mouth down on his poz dick over and over again, with blood and cum oozing out of my partied-up hole. MORE SOON...