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My name is Alex. I’m a gay boy with brown curly hair, decent physique a shy hornball who has trouble fitting in most places. School is hard to navigate, and it’s lonely being an only child while I live with just my dad Carl. Dad is what you would call good looking bear. I’ve watched bear porn among other ripped dudes, thinks, daddy, trunk, etc kind of porn. But he’s always been handsome not gonna lie. Thankfully I still have a pocket of close friends so don’t have to worry about what most others think, and I have been seeing my boyfriend Johnny for two years now. Johnny turned 18 two months ago. He is a cute Italian boy with a twink look, no fat and some muscles. I’m jealous of them. Anyway, My dad is always weird about things, but didn’t care much it seemed when I came out to him at 14. But lately, everyone has been acting funny around me leading up to my 18th birthday. My dad has been out a lot and says to not wait up, my boyfriend Johnny has been distant with me, and I thought this was just some kind of surprise party to come. Well, my birthday came but there was no party, but definitely a surprise. It’s just me and dad so when there’s no cars around, it’s not a shocker. I have been dating Johnny for two years now, and he’s my first ever gay kiss, first fuck, and first love. And I was head over heals for him for a long time. But something happened and he started sleeping with me less, acting strange, and here and there gives the cold shoulder. I went over to Johnnys asked his dad Mr. Hughes if he was ok. Now Mr Hughes was the definition of a stud. Built muscles, hairy chest, and it looked like he has his nipples pierced (pretty obvious through his tight tank tops). all he said was “Johnny has never been better” with a grin on his face. I went home wondering what Mr. Hughes was smiling about, but just came to the conclusion he’s ok if his dad says he’s good. When I pull up into the driveway, I’m pleasantly surprised to see dads truck there. At least he’s here for the end of my birthday. When I come through the door, it looked empty. I go up the stairs about to ask dad if he wanted to still do anything still, but I stopped when I heard him moaning. Now it’s just us guys in the house, and dad has probably heard me jerk off, use toys on myself, and even for sure have heard Johnny and I having sex when we think we’re quiet. But something I noticed I have in common with my dad, we can’t be quiet for sure when we are about to cum. And not gonna lie, it’s hot knowing when my dad is about to cum. But what’s interesting is that it sounds like dad has someone over. He must have gotten lucky with a chick. I listen closely through the door and he is pounding hard. Just sounds like a beast going at it with him huffing so much. But then, I hear him just start moaning “that ass of yours loves taking a hard pounding, doesn’t it boy?” Boy??? Oh fuck! Is…is dad fucking a guy? Since when has he started having gay sex? Is dad gay too??? And since when did he start having guys over to fuck? Whatever was running through my head I do know this in that moment. I was rock hard. I started rubbing my crotch with my ear to the door listening to what sounded like balls slapping on some guys ass and thighs, the distinct sound of lips kissing and making out, oh fuck! I haven’t had sex with Johnny in two weeks. I took my dick out of my jeans and started rubbing slowly to savor it and make sure if they got up and to the door I could put my dick back and sneak to my room. I was loving this. But then I started hearing the other guy. Sounded a bit like Johnny for a sec. Nooo, I’m just imagining things. Just kept hearing the other moan, squeal, and then he just yelled loud and intensely “fucking breed your dirty load inside me! AHHH SEED MY HOLE.” That’s when I knew, Johnny was in there.. WHAT THE FUCK is what I wanted to scream. But I was stunned. Silent. And put my dick back slowly, sneaking down to my room. I layer in my bed crying wondering what just happened. There’s no way, there’s no fucking way. But I know who’s voice that was. A little later I heard my dad and what I thought was Johnny get in dads truck and leave. I just lauded there looking at pics of us for a straight hour. Dad came back, walked through the hall, and then a knock on my door. Dad just said “Alex, you up? I’m coming in.” I wanted to get up but he already came in. The look on his face seemed caring for once. He said “happy birthday champ!” I was just in shock. I know he just fucked, and I’m pretty sure it was my boyfriend. But didn’t see anything and didn’t have proof it was him for sure so was just hopeful. I looked at him with a confused expression saying just “thanks dad…” He looked at me and took a moment. Inhaled through his nose and just came out and said “so you enjoy hearing me fuck Johnny sport?” My jaw dropped and I said “there’s no way that was Johnny. And since when are you gay too? Dad, what is going on and how could you?” I was so mad that he confirmed it. I almost called my cheating slutty boyfriend so many nasty things. But dad grabbed my phone out of my hand and said in a serious tone “you listen here young man. I will explain everything but you need to calm down and quit your sobbing. I’m here to make everything better.” Better? How is this good I thought? I tried saying something else but he just told me “if you don’t listen up you can just get out. I’m talking now.” Since when does dad show any emotions lately. Especially rage? He’s just bluffing cus he’s caught. But then he grabbed me and said “I know that look, I’m not bluffing. Either listen or get the fuck out.” I sat in my bed shocked. He looked at me and said “I know you were outside in the hall jacking to us fucking. You can’t keep quiet for shit. Your moans sounded just like when you think your home alone jacking off. So don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy any of those noises.” I can’t believe I made noises. But I am like him I’m that way. When I’m arroused, I can’t help it. Dad continued then saying “it wasn’t out of spite. You see, Johnny and I are both, well, under orders.” I looked at him and after a brief pause I said “this is a joke right? Your fucking kidding me. Whose orders would those be?” He knew I wouldn’t believe that, but his face was dead serious. He looked at me and said “my Masters orders, Mr. Hughes” “No, no no way am I believing any of this. You are just trying to cover your ass.” ”I’m not. Don’t believe me, you can ask master yourself. He is downstairs waiting.” I couldn’t believe it. I stormed out and went downstairs so to the living room to call his bluff but there was Mr. Hughes in the living room and he just said “happy birthday bud! Sit down, I got you some gifts. I wanted to say more but was at a lose. Dad came right behind me and they sat me down between them on the couch. Mr Hughes told me to just calm down and listen in a stern voice. He looked at me with my dad just smiling. Mr. Hughes said to me “your father has been my slave for years son. And I know this is a lot but it makes him happy obeying me. And he tells me you were out jacking off to him. That’s a good thing. And yes, he was fucking Johnny. But this was my orders for both of them. And Alex, this may be hard but I promise I wasn’t gonna leave you out of our big family. I looked at dad who was smiling and put his hand on my shoulder. Dad said to me “Alex, I’m sorry if your hurt right now. But I have been so happy being a slave the past 5 years now. And I know I’ve been hiding it, but your father is a obedient faggot for Mr Hughes. And it makes me happy. I’m his property. My cock, my ass, my mouth, my body, your dad is a gay slave and wants you to know that coming out to your dirty old man…it made me a proud father.” “ it made me proud to hear too” said Mr. Hughes. I was so lost and hurt, but they both saw the one thing that made this talk worst…I was rock hard still. Dad told me I need to relax and went to the kitchen while Mr Hughes told me how he met caught dad sucking off random men at the truck stop bathroom stalls just 15 minutes away. He said “your father was sucking guy after guy after guy and put on a fucking concert with how loud he was. Thankfully no cops were there to bust him.” As he was telling me how good a natural slut my dad is, dad came back with a tray. They both looked at me grinding. I told them I was confused why Johnny wasn’t telling me anything, and Mr Hughes just looked at me point blank responding “cus he’s also my slave Alex.” I slowly started to ask “so you and Johnny…” Mr Hughes cut ,e off saying “yup, I fuck my boy. And you know what, he’s loved it since his birthday too!” I sat on the couch and with a confused look mr Hughes just said “let’s just celebrate damnit, it’s your birthday.” He then asked “have you ever tried pot?” My dad just laughed saying “my son hasn’t tried anything fun ever master.” Mr Hughes looked at me and said “well boy your gonna try something better.” He took a weird pipe and a wired lighter, ignited it and put it to his mouth. Before I could say anything Mr Hughes put the lighter and pipe down , grabbed my face and blew strong smoke in my moth. It hit really hard. I felt like I was coughing my lungs out, but also felt tingly and even more horny. Dad then took the pipe, lit it, blew smoke in my lungs without me being able to react, and said “this is your new family son. I won’t hurt you boy…unless master tells me too. And you know something, I think you like what we just did.” Before I could answer dad grabbed my face and kissed me with no smoke. I was so confused and shocked at what has just happened…but I didn’t stop him. It felt good actually. He kissed me like Johnny used to…like a lover. His tongue even met mine. And when he parted from my mouth he just said “don’t deny yourself, you want me now don’t you? You want your father.” ‘Of course he does” said mr Hughes Just as he said that mr Hughes kissed me. And I didn’t bother deny it either. Something unlocked in me. They started kissing me, putting more smoke in my mouth, then started to undress me saying that my body is so fine and delicious. I asked finally “what is going on and what are we smoking. Dad smiled and said to me “You are now letting out your true self. And that’s T son, which obviously you want more of. All I could do was nod. They showed me how to light the pipe and how to breath in when the smoke just started to fill the round end. They told me to take big hits. They told me to take off my underwear which somehow I just noticed was the last thing I was wearing. I did as told and not gonna lie it felt good too. They both kept grinning and started kissing me all over together. Mr Hughes said “ you are finally celebrating your birthday as you should son. If you want more, you must call me master. I know you want more t. Your starting to love iT. Now, say it. Say what you have to call me.” I just looked at dad who hooded. Looked back at Mr Hughes and said softly…”yes master.” Mr Hughes…or master started grabbing my dick and saying “ that’s right my new slave. You can do it for the t but soon enough you will obey for your natural desire too. Like your dad here. And just like your dad, you will do as I say. Now on your knees slave. NOW.” I couldn’t think straight with how high and horny I have become. We all were naked, smoking a strange pi-e, and I instinctively got on my knees in front of the both now nude dads. My dad was hairy everywhere and overweight, but still a sexy man. Master was what appeared to be a body builder. But both had fat thick cocks. Dads was still growing hard, but masters was already 8 inches long and erect. Mine was super soft but somehow I didn’t care. And what’s weirder, I thought of mr Hughes as a master with how hot I felt. Was he right, I’m gonna be a slave…I liked it. Master looked at me and said “you will please us.but first you must show you have so,e skills. Suck your fathers semi hard cock. He has a bit of t dick, but his own son sucking his cock should do the trick. Do it slaves.’ Before I could react, dad did first listening to master Hughes. He grabbed my head and forced my face into his cock. I somehow instinctively knew to just swallow like I haven’t before. I opened my mouth and just began to consume dads cock. He felt how dry my mouth was and took me off his sick after only about a minute and spit in my mouth. Said to continue to suck now that there’s moisture. While this was happening master Hughes was rubbing dads nipples hard. Squeezing them and telling me ‘I’m so happy to see father and son be obedient slaves, just like they were meant to be.” dads cock was growing more and more. I started to gag. But he never let go of my mouth. Told me to not disappoint and breath through my nose when directed. Dad then asked master Hughes if I could breath to which he said ‘yes slave may let his son take a sec to breath through his nose. While I sat with dad now hard dick in my mouth trying to find airway to breath in my nostrils, master Hughes slapped his hard cock on my face. Told me “I will be rougher and better, don’t you worry boy.” Thorn he said ‘ok, your boy gets to take a breather from his mouth.” But as soon as my mouth was free, they put the pipe right back in. More t was lit into my lungs. And I started moaning after breathing out big white clouds and coughs. They both smiled with huge grins. Then master Hughes told me he wants a turn. But master Hughes wasn’t easy. I immediately was gagging from his 8 inch hard dick going hard fucking my throat. I almost threw up. But he saw and slowed down to make sure I wasn’t puking on his cock he told me. He then said ‘my son says your just ok at blowjobs, which is why we are gonna make you better. I forgot all about Johnny. But shit, i didn’t care right now. I was loving this. As I continued to be throat fucked, dad started rubbing my hole, feeling it with his fingers. Then master Hughes told him to get behind me. And one second after master Hughes just said “go right ahead, father should start first.” Dad took masters orders, saying yes master, and began licking my asshole. I was in heaven. His tongue flicked my hotness hungry hole and I muffled moans through masters cock. He took my mouth off his cock, then putting it on his pierced 2 gauged nipples said “suck my nipple slave. You were born to be a fucking slut. Just like Johnny. And just exactly like your father. And now I want to hear it. Are you my slave Alex? Tell me!” My dad so turned in was moaning muffled and load. Dad loved this. Master Hughes loved this…I loved this. I was allowed off Mr Hughes nipple and said ‘Yes Master, I am your slave now too.’ ‘Master looked at me and said “I’ve been planning this since I first had your father begging on his knees at the truck stop. One suck and he was addicted, then I fucked his ass hard and raw. And here’s the thing boy. I did this to Johnny on his 18th. He was addicted instantly too. And now you are mine as well. Now we will do bigger and betterMaster then told dad to bump my hole. I was told to stay on all fours while dad first lobbed my ass and forced his fingers in rough and hard. It felt like there was something else there. Dad said” I put shards up his ass master, what now?” ‘We show him our insignia. They both stood as the shards burned my asshole. I saw my dad show me his ass and master his back. Dad said “our tattoos look hot, right son? ‘ It looked strange. Master told me we are nasty men indeed. He said ‘these are biohazard symbols. Your father and master are poz slave and you will be too.” As he finished dad went back down and fingered my hole ,ore and said “the shards have fully dissolved. How do you feel son?’ ‘Like I’m out of control.” I was moving non stop, soft as fuck but hornier then ever before. Master told me”one rule with us or anyone you ever meet, there is no condoms. We are all bareback. That means any man who wants you must only fuck you skin to skin. You must say no to condoms. If they have any disease you beg for it. This is our meaning of biohazard.And you will comply, obey, and thrive in this slave.” I was squirming just feeling dads fingers in my hole. I tried to suck masters cock. He backed away. He said “there’s one more thing we must introduce you too. First we want you to beg. Beg to be poz. Beg to be mine and thus your fathers. DO YOU OBEY…FOR LIFE SLAVE?’ I couldn’t stop but want more, couldn’t stop pushing my hole into dads fingers which kept increasing. So I thought. Is this what I want…’yes! I comply. I will obey. Yes father. Yes master. Poz me.” Then master instructed me to lie on the couch and hold out my arm. My dad made out with me and then said “I’m so proud of you son. You are just like me.” I saw master bring a needle. I got a little scared but they both told me I will be ok. To close my eyes. I did as instructed. I felt something wrap my arm, something else whipping my arm at my veins, and master said ‘you don’t have to fear. Just a pinch and you will love it all.” With my eyes clothes I felt the pinch of the needle, a few seconds go by quick, then master said ‘complete.’ I coughed, the needle was out, and I growled like never before. They both said ‘well done faggot.” Master then went behind me, put lube on his cock and started entering my raw ass with his cock it was huge but somehow not painful. I moaned so loud ‘FUUUUUUUUCK MASTER, YES MASTER”. His cock kept going further and further. Meanwhile dad held my face and said ‘ just like me, you love obeying everything your told. ‘I do dad, I love it.’ Master kept sliding till his entire dock was inside. Master started pumping and moaning. He then spanked my ass hard and it hurt. He wasn’t slow once it was all in. He was ruthless. To;d me ‘let the t corrupt you. Take my toxic dick.’ Dad looked like he was evil watching and holding me. He said “master has trained me to top and bottom whenever and with anyone. You are masters slave like me son.’ Master kept fucking and fucking my raw hole. I was flying. Loving this. Precumming everywhere. When all of a sudden master said “switch slave.” Without a beat he plopped out of my beat up hole. Dad switched spots while master said “it’s only natural your father breeds his toxic spunk in his sons tweaked body first.” Master then grabbed his phone and recorded as my own father stuck his dick inside me. My already open used ass was a natural glove for dads raw dick. His veiny dick and big stomach pounding my ass and thighs felt incredible. He said “I’ve been fucking your boyfriend every chance I get. By ordered from Master Hughes of course. But also because I wanted it. I didn’t care he was your boyfriend. He even loves tucking your old man son. We were so tweaked. But even without t he has taken the entire towns cocks. Just like I have. Just as instructed by master. You know what, I loved every second. And you do too now, don’t you.’ ‘Of course your boy does slave!’ My dad said ‘fucking good master.” I looked at them both. Dad plowing me while master sticks his cock in front of me still recording. I just say ‘I understand now…and happy that you fucked Johnny too.” Right there and then dad started going faster, and faster, and groaned so loud…dad breeded my ass. Raw. With his poz load. They switched again, master stopped recording, then put his pulsing raw dick in my freshly cum loaded asshole and came instantly. “Staying inside me master said ‘your father and I are toxic, which means we are gifting you to become poz like us. All I coyld say was “ yes master, yes father. I understand my purpose now. Please enslave me.” Dad looked at me and said “I really do love you son.’ Master finished with ‘as I love my son too. Speaking of, he will love this video of you cheating on him with us both. With anyone we say. How does that sound. And I said “yes father, yes master, whatever you command I obey. my first attempt at a story. Let me know if you want me to continue. Or pointers.

Came to Atlanta for the SEC championship and hit up Grindr. After a hour I get a message of a pic of a huge veiny BBC saying come to his place. We chatted and agreed on the time. I drove over and was greeted with a sexy guy only in a towel! I sat down and he walked up and dropped the towel! HUGE! Bbc dripping precum! While I sucked and swallowed his precum he asked if he could handcuff me. Not thinking much he bent me over and handcuffed me to his bed! He laughed and said he had a surprise and I’m not gonna lie I was nervous but he thrusted in and began fucking, as he is ramming my guts I hear the door open and his 2 friends walk in! Both get naked come on bed I have no free hands cause I’m locked up but I get one Dick in my mouth while other waits for my hole! I hear one of the guys say the others was pulling up! The guy leans over and whispers In my ear that he invited everyone he knew. To summarize I started with 1 bbc and within a 2 hr period 9 friends bred me! In total i took 13 loads. My guts hurt, I feel pregnant lol but I went from being scared to having a crazy night. They want to go again tonight and said if they was spreading the word and hopefully I get more tonight!

Last night and I was feeling the need to be a slut whilst away on work. Spoke to a guy on Grindr who gave instructions - come around, turn left and first room on left. I went straight around, already lubed up, he had no photos on his profile but I was horny af. Came to his as I was told, door was open and stripped on the bed and waiting on all fours. It's pitch black. A guy enters the room and doesn't say a thing but slide is cock into me and grab my hips. 10 minutes of fucking, he's cumming inside me and I can feel the cum on my rectum. Christ it was a big load. Tells me to get dressed and leave them turns the light on. I never saw him once. Looked around, saw a few used condoms which I grabbed. I got dressed and left with cum dripping down my jeans. Messaged him back, thanked him for his load. Never heard back.

Since I love FirsT Time T Corrupting snd dad/son, I got off real good here on your first story attempt. Keep iT going baby! 👍🐷❄️

I cruise regularly at the video stores in my area. Over the years, I have never run into someone I know until recently. About a month ago, I was at one of the video stores. The store only has a few open theater rooms and no booths. It was late morning and the store was not busy. There were only 2-3 people. Shortly after I entered, I went into one of the rooms and at the entrance I saw someone was jerking right next to the video control panel on the wall. First I only saw a cock and slowly moved closer. Without making eye contact, the guy signaled me to play with his cock. As soon as I lifted my head and made eye contact, I saw my neighbor. He took another quick peek on me and I think he saw me too. I quickly backed away and moved to a different room. After a while, I moved around and didn't see him anymore. He probably left quickly after our unexpected encounter. Since then, i have tried to avoid him but we have spoken a few times and pretended nothing had happened. Although our interaction has not been really awkward, I could imagine that it would be more difficult for him than me. I am gay cruising guys at a video store and my neighbor is married with a woman and has kids. He is supposedly to be "straight". I am out to neighbors and they are all very friendly. We regularly socialize at gatherings. Our encounter reminded me of seeing the same neighbor last year at another video store but I was not 100% sure. That video store is very dark with gloryhole booths. My neighbor was there before I got to the store shortly. As I was adjusting my eyes for the darkness at a corner after I just entered, I briefly saw someone resembled him leaving the arcade. Last week, I was at the same video store again. I was there first. After not too long, he came in and walked past by me. This time I could see him clearly. I think he didn't see me because his eyes had not adjusted to the darkness of the arcade. As soon as he walked past me and all the way to the back, I went into a booth trying to avoid him. A few minutes later, I came out of the booth and did a quick survey. I didn't spot my neighbor. Because it was not busy at all and two adjacent booths were occupied, I knew he was in one of the booths. Through the door crack, I saw his back and he was being sucked by a guy through a gloryhole on the other side of a booth. After some sucking, he signaled the guy to join him in the same booth. The guy quickly came out of his booth and joined him. I went to the vacant booth and watched the guy on his knees sucking my neighbor's cock. All I could see was my neighbor's hairy ass through GH. A few minutes later, they were pulling up their pants and I thought they were done and ready to leave the booth. I remained in the booth so I wouldn't run into him when he left the store. To my surprise, my neighbor came back to the same booth a few moments later. The booth where I was in was dark because the video system was not working (see photo). I could see him clearly through the hole but he could not. After he returned, he dropped his pants and started stroking his thick fat cock as I watched through the hole. It is the cock I remembered seeing at the other store. As I watched, I was really hesitant whether I should motion him for his cock but I just could not resist. As soon as I stroked my finger across the hole, he promptly stuck his meaty cock for me. I grabbed his cock and gave a few gentle strokes, then I started sucking. Every time I deepthroated him, he would push his cock more into my throat. After some sucking, he started fucking my mouth. I always take it as a cue that it is time for me to present my ass. During my oral service, I had lubed up my hole with spit so I was ready. I grabbed his cock and put it into my ass. He just started fucking me until he shot a hot load in me and I could feel his cock pulsating. Needless to say, I was completely in disbelief but satisfied at the same time. My "straight" neighbor just bred me through a gloryhole and he didn't know it was me. This is one of the hottest encounters I had and I can't stop thinking about it. It is really weird for me to think about how he had sex with his wife and his load had made kids. I know his wife and kids and he had bred me!! I guess this is the reason why I prefer anon sex with blindfolds - only cock and ass without any stories attached to them. Now I am pretty sure that he frequents video stores and cruises for gay sex. My encounters with him tell me that he was not selective about who sucks his cock and who he breeds. He simply wants to enjoy a moment of m/m sex and gets off. As much as I enjoyed his cock very much, I really hope that we don't run into each other again. He is a cool neighbor, a loving father and a devoted husband. He deserved to be free for being who he is briefly when he is cruising and not to be paranoid about being seen by me. Maybe his wife knows that he likes to have sex with guys? I probably will never know. Thank goodness for this forum. Otherwise, I would have no place to let this out and had to take this to my grave.

A friend called me again to come to his house. He lives in another town in the mountains, an hour and a half away from mine. Last time we had foreplay to get to know each other, and the most that happened was that he sucked my ass and I came out of his ass. In this time that passed, I got into PrEP and already knowing us better, the conversations got hotter. In this opportunity, I mainly decided that I wanted to be fucked by him.... After all, it had been a while since I had been bottom, and even longer when it came to being bred. We agreed that I would travel caged, and he would also stay caged... and the first one to remove the cage would be the first to fuck the other's ass. When we got there, after some foreplay, I clamped his nipples tightly (he is very horny about them). He immediately turned me on my side and started sucking my ass uncontrollably. By this time he was already hard and leaking pre-cum (he has a lot of it)... he took off the cage, put me in a baked chicken, spat a little on my ass, and put it in all at once! How good it felt to feel that bare cock inside me! I kept clamping his nipples so that he pumped me energetically, feeling his volume and his touch. We changed positions a few times, and the best of all was when I wanted to ride him. I went into ecstasy at this, everyone was howling and the bed was moving with the back and forth motion. At the end, he turned me on my side and said he was going to cum. Finally I would feel that load that I had dreamed of for months! He was howling with pleasure and so was I, as something hot filled my ass after a long time. I was properly bred... I thanked him, and he thanked me too. And he graced me by sucking my cock until I cum, receiving all my load in his mouth, hot and plentiful. The next day we did it again, and this time each had the opportunity to take a load in the other's ass... we ended the day both bred and satisfied with pleasure. I can't wait to be able to return, and this time I hope his friend, who is totally top and loves to breed deep inside (and who didn't go because he was sick)... for sure it will be better than it was! *My profile pics are from that day. (sorry for the writing errors, as I am not writing in my mother language)

My last load was by an anon daddy that picked me up at the one sex club left in NYC. (We don’t have any bathhouses anymore…) I was getting fucked like crazy at the club. Took 3 loads: one black guy, one white jock and one old daddy. There was a hot daddy that wanted to take me home but I was partying and showing off and not ready to end. But I put on my harness and jock and we went to get my car from the garage. I wore a knee length coat open. The parking garage guy laughed at me and I told him I was an escort and the dad was my John. I offered to blow him for free. He said he was straight but my daddy convinced him to let me blow him. We were on camera behind his desk in his office. My daddy was secretly taping us as well. The guy wouldn’t fuck me so after I swallowed his black cock load we drove to my daddy’s apartment and he invited a bud over. I was flying high and loving it. They both fucked me but only the daddy gave me his load. My clothes are still at the sex club. Fuck wearing clothes I say. My pics are too big to post. Dammit.

Part 2: terry couldn’t believe what he was doing, he was letting a complete stranger fuck him and not only fuck him but take him raw, James was loving every second of fucking this tight young man’s arse he was pounding him harder and harder running his hands across his smooth back. terry looks back over his shoulder you gotta pull out and put a condom on James. James grins at him yeah cause I got one of those tucked between my naked arse cheeks bitch, your taking my load and your gonna be thankful like the sexy little bitch you are. james began grinding harder deeper, Terry was now loving the feeling his cock was hard and dripping pre cum. He began tugging on it, James slaps him round the head not yet wait till I tell you, you can touch it. Terry did as he was told. James was now at full depth and getting harder and faster, suddenly he began to jerk her it comes, Terry let his inner slut out give it To me please all of it, pushing back now with every stroke suddenly Terry felt a warm wonderful sensation deep inside him, James pulled out he had gone hard Terry had torn a little blood on his cock, Terry dropped to his knees and began licking and sucking James cock clean. With that the door opened and a big huge hung black guy walked in, hey James you nearly done in here or can I join in Terry grinning from ear to ear I always got room for one more. The black guy sat on the bench jerking himself off getting hard a full 13 inches coke can thick cock, James smiled he is all yours his arse is amazing. with that James walked out Terry squared over the black guys cock and just dropped down taking the full length straight away, he James had loosened him up nicely ridding the bull with all he had his arse full of cum mixed with blood loving being the slut he always wanted to be. Kissing the black guy and ridding him suddenly he felt a fresh load enter him and he loved it. Terry got off picked up his towel and headed for the showers. Loving the feeling of being full and cum dripping down his legs. Terry showered, changed and head home smiling feeling sexy and satisfied, he walked through the door to be greeted by his boyfriend they kissed Terry sat down on the sofa smiled, I’m sorry we argued babe said Colin terrys boyfriend, it’s ok Colin we all make mistakes on a night out I forgive you for it but I have made a my mind up about something. Colin smiled and took james by the hand what’s that honey, james grins im not going on meds

Would love to find a hot younger guy willing (wanting…needing) to be locked up except when he was being fucked (by me or whoever I was whoreing him out to) -although he would never be able to touch his cock - but I love seeing a sub hard while he is getting fucked if he shot a load hands free while being fucked lucky for him - if not at the end of the session I would just ice down his dick and cage him back up until the next time

Lately I’ve been getting heaps into eating soft snake lollies stuffed into one of my regular buddies. Put half a pack in him and leave it there for an hour to soften up, then he usually sits on me and bares down hard pushing them into my mouth. Anyone else love eating food anally like me? Any suggestions for new foods to try?

Mum abanded me when I was a baby. Left me in the care of my uncle who I call Daddy John and his husband Steve. Or as I call him, Daddy Steve. They have worked hard to give me a good up brining; giving me the best education and a safe home to come to. But this is not a story about my up bringing… Well not that kind of up bringing… It’s more a story of my coming into my own true self. It’s a story about me becoming the piggy faggot boy whore that I am. My daddy’s are very well off. Got a bit of money behind them. Daddy John owns a construction business and Daddy Steve is a real estate agent. So it’s no surprise that we live in a beautiful inner city modern home in the heart of Sydney, designed and built by Daddy John himself. I come to visit him at work from time to time and it is interesting to see how his employees stand straight whenever he is nearby. Daddy John is a unit for a 67 year old. 186cm, big broad shoulders, thick thighs, stone arms and a solid butt. He always wears jeans that seem tight on him, showcasing his huge bulge just below his leather buckle and he always tucks in his checked shirt in. Never wears a tie and leaves his top couple of buttons undone which opens up to his thick salt and pepper hairy chest. He keeps his rugged silver beard maintained, cropping his sharp jaw line, but doesn’t over groom it to the point it looks to show pony, and his salt and pepper hair neatly cut with a slight combover. Daddy Steve on the other hand is 52 years old and he is always on the go. At home he would always be pace a hall on his phone conducting business or closing a sale, but he still always finds time to help me with my homework or have a general catch up about my day. He too is quite a masculine man. Not the big unit like Daddy John, but still fit a fuck. He looked a little like Frank Grillo. He works like every morning to maintain his shredded body and only wears tailored made suits. But when he has the chance, he likes to show off his assets. Always in his speedos taking a dip in the indoor pool. His washed board abs are coated in a fine coat of hair that tails up to his chest. He is so chiselled, the hair on his chest thickens around the top of his abs up through the middle of his pecs then spreads out right up to the top of his neck line. Grey hair is starting to show in his hair, like Daddy John and even though he does not say anything, I think he is worrying that he is getting old. My name is Scott. I am 18 years old and like any other boy my age, I do all the teenage things. I go to school, play football, hang out with my mates when my Daddy’s allow me to, smoke joints, go off to parties. But something just did not feel right. I never quite felt like it was my scene, my life. I was floating through it waiting for something. But I just did not know what. But all this changed a few weeks after I turned 18. You see, I never really thought about Daddy John and Daddy Steve having sex until I accidently stumbled across them doing exactly that. They did not know I came home early from football practice one Wednesday night, I walked into the kitchen and that’s when I saw it. Daddy John had one of his massive hairy hands wrapped around the back of Daddy Steve’s neck, his other on Daddy Steve’s waste while furiously fucking Daddy Steve in his ass. Daddy Steve looked like he was in pain, struggling with the invasion. ‘Take daddy’s cock you fucking faggot.’ Daddy John grunted at Daddy Steve and worked up flehm and spat it on Daddy Steve’s back. Daddy Steve panted and moaned as Daddy John just fucked away. ‘Yeah, That’s it pig. Take that raw cock.’ Daddy John continued. Something inside me switched. I don’t not know what happened. I never considered myself as a gay. I never thought of myself as anything. But watching my Daddy’s fuck sparked something in me and I felt myself harden in my football shorts. Daddy Steve’s eyes were watery. He look like he was going to cry. For a moment I felt sorry for him because he seemed in pain, but then I saw his hard cock swinging back and forth from Daddy Johns thrusts. I have seen his cock before when I was younger, but I had never seen it like this. it had to be at least 10inches and as thick as a Rexona spray can. His balls sat nice a tight below his cock and I could tell that he manscapes by the shape of his pubic area. ‘You ready for it faggot?!’ Daddy John grunted. And before Daddy Steve could reply, Daddy John did one last hard slam into Daddy Steve’s ass and moaned out loud. It scared the shit out of me for how loud he moaned. It was like a lion roaring. ‘Take that load you fucking whore!’ Daddy Steve moaned as well. But it was more like a painful moan than a joyful one. This went on for what seemed like ages and then Daddy John spat on Daddy Steve again and pull his cock out. I watched as a stream of cum squirted out of Daddy Steve’s hole. It was like his hole could not hold onto all that cum. And I was jaw dropped when I saw Daddy John’s cock. I thought Daddy Steve was big, but Daddy John took the crown. From what I could tell it was at least 12.5inches long and easily as thick as the largest part of my forearm. It glistened from all the slick juices from Daddy Steve’s arse which highlighted the still pulsing thick veins webby down Daddy John’s shaft. Oh and his knob was like a firm purplish helmet an inch thicker than the shaft. He then pushed Daddy Steve to his knees ‘Clean up that mess you made, pig.’ And shoved his cock down Daddy Steve’s throat. I watch as Daddy Steve’s blood shot eyes bulged out his head as he choked on it. Daddy John did not care one bit that Daddy Steve was gasping for air. He just kept pumping hard down daddy Steve’s through. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve because his gag reflex gave in and coughed up mucus all over Daddy John’s shaft, matting Daddy John’s pubs. This was too much for me. I quickly raced up stairs before they saw me and hopped in the shower. I was both aroused and scared of what I just saw. The way Daddy John treated Daddy Steve was wrong. It was degrading and unrespectful, but it was so hot and arousing at the same time. My cock deceived me and it was rock hard again. I pulled myself off and blew the biggest load all over the glass shower door. To be continued

INTRO ~ One week to Halloween. Hey guys, my name is Matthew, I am 22 years old, I will be 23 years old in five and a half weeks on the 1st of December. I have been sexually active now for about 18 months. In all that time I have been an exclusive bottom, NEVER used condoms, and been on PrEP. My sex drive is just ridiculous and my love for cum is even crazier, so I found myself getting fucked and loaded several times a week, each and every week. These were mainly gym fucks from so called straight men (well, they wore the wedding band as they dumped their load in me), sometimes at the sauna, and the odd breeding from an app. Before I became sexually active I fantasized big time about getting knocked up with the gift for which I ended up having intensive sexual health counselling for, and voila, here I am on PrEP. I buried that ''fantasy'', much to my delusion. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was casually surfing through BBRT when a hot and horny profile caught my eye. It belonged to a 66 year old daddy, perfect for me as I like them older, but what really punched me in my inner conscious gut was the fact that he was poz, and not just that, he was very much detectable, declaring his viral load at 4 Million and 371k. FUCK!! All that sexual health counselling unravelled, leaving me back to where I had started - Fantasizing about getting knocked up. There is of course a very fine line between fantasy and reality. Would I cross it?

I'm an evil twink. My latest conquest was a muscled Italian stud with a gold wedding band. Nothing gets me hornier than being a straight married man's side piece. Knowing he has a wife and kids at home sends me over the edge. He has been coming over to my place every week for the past couple months straight from his office. And I wait for him ass up, ready to take a pounding. The problem was that he doesn't trust me enough to fuck raw. I dreamt of his huge thick Italian cock sliding in my pink raw hole. It's all I'd been craving. After he'd leave, every time I'd rummage like a raccoon through the waste basket for his used condom. I have eaten it, tried pouring it into my hole, and even inserted the dirty rubber in my hungry hole. Not the same. Anyone remember Mark Bentson's famous top ten stealthing tips? I loved reading his site iblastinside back in the day. There were two tips for bottoms that I felt tempted to try. "If you control the condom, you control the whole trick. Condom brand selection can be the most difficult but luckily there’s always someone giving some away for free, either at sex clubs or doctor’s offices. Grab a handful. I find the colorful generic Durex brand brings me the most luck. Generally, you can’t find the bulk ones, but I did at Drugstore.com where there’s some variety packs there. My favorite seem to be Durex Rainbow Color. OPTION 1 The season (at least in the Northern Hemisphere) is getting perfect to begin preparation. Put your condoms in your car for a few days, especially if you can sit them on your dashboard. Then bring them inside and put them into your freezer straight from the extreme heat. Then take them back outside to the car. Doing this a few times — extreme heat, extreme cold — really breaks them down but only once or twice helps. OPTION 2 Pinpricks through the wrapper and the condom if you don’t have the time or patience to switch off with the extreme temperature technique is also fine. I recommend getting a very small pin and only poking though the side with the printing on the condom wrapper. If you are careful, this leaves the see-through side intact; tampering there is more likely to be seen." I performed both options on the only pack of condoms I had. Now for the next step. "Yes, bottoms can stealth, as many of them told me. But in many cases, they aren’t in the driver’s seat, so to speak, since they cede control to the top. However, here’s a few things a bottom can do if there’s options to do so. First and foremost, get rid of all condom-safe lubricants but not the bottles they came in (maybe not all… when you do have the barebacker over, you might prefer one). Fill up these “safe for condom use” bottles with oil or petroleum lubricants. Now let’s say you’re going to his place to use his condoms and his lube. After you’re all cleaned out, take a nice glob of petroleum jelly and coat your insides. By the time you’re there, your pussy will be dripping for him (and won’t be a very friendly environment for condoms)." The next time my Italian stud was due to come over, I fingered my hole with a giant glob of Vaseline. My little twink cock stiffed up at the thought of getting his bare dick. I couldn't help but moan while I lubed myself. Naughty boy. My man finally arrived, straight from his work, dressed in his suit and tie. "Come here you sexy fucker." He growled while hastily undressing. I kissed him deeply, cupping his strong jaw and holding him close, as his large hands groped my body, finding my pert ass. "Daddy I missed you." I said between kisses. "I miss your hot mouth, son." He smirked as he pushed my head down to his crotch. "Daddy loves your holes." I moaned as I worked his cock, swallowing his thick girthy cock deep and sucking like a pro. "Good boy," he said as I looked up at him with my mouth wrapped around his dick. He tapped my cheek and signaled me to the bed, while grabbing one of my prepared condoms from the nightstand. I got on all fours with my jockstrapped ass in the air, anxiously looking back to see how he was making out with the tampered condom. He seemed to have put it on without issue and lubed it up. Game time. He slipped his cock in with some effort, but finally he got to pounding my ass doggy. I took a hit of poppers and melted into the bed, my hole eagerly accepting each thrust. My ass clapped as his hips slammed against me, his sweat mixing with the lube. Heaven. I prayed that he wouldn't notice when the condom broke. Not wanting to risk getting caught, I thought maybe cowboy would be a better position. I signaled for him to lay down and I managed to see that his dick was still wrapped up before I sat on him. I wonder why it hasn't broken yet. "Take daddy's dick." He instructed. I began to bounce on his lap, thrusting his cock deep in and out. I kept a good rhythm, making sure to clench my ass on each ascent, in an effort to rip the condom off with my ass. We reached a frenzy when I finally felt a snap inside me as I rode him. I watched his face to see if he could tell what happened. As far as I could tell, he didn't notice, but his eyes rolled back into his head and moaned deeply. He was cumming inside me. He held me down on his cock as he unloaded, grunting as each rope of cum coated my guts. I was in cumdump heaven, finally bred and seeded by this hunk of a man. I got what I deserved. After a moment of rest, I got up, making sure to clench my hole to keep everything inside. "Oh shit I think the condom came off." He said, as his cock slipped out of me bare. "Damn really?" I feigned surprise. Still holding his cum and rubber inside me, I promised him that I was healthy and he had nothing to worry about. I kept up the act until he left. Afterwards, I inserted a butt plug to hold his seed inside me, I needed his babies to soak in me as long as possible. Did I feel a little guilty? Yes. But was it worth it? Hell yes! Please don't judge me.

Terry entered the sauna signed in and walked to the changing area, he stripped off wrapped his towel round his waist and entered the corridor. terry looked after himself worked out was smooth with a hug bubble butt. Walking down the corridor men were smiling at him he felt like he had landed, he had come here cause he wanted to relax and his boyfriend was driving him nuts and he needed some me time. he entered a room that was empty closed the door sat on the bench and poured water over the coals. The temperature rose and he sat back rubbing his stomach as the beads of sweat trickled down his chest and between his abs. the door opened and a older hairy bear walked in, his chest was thick with grey hair and a full grey beard and shaven head, he had tattoos all over his body. He sat down on the bench above Terry, groaned aloud and removed his towel, Terry noticed he had a huge cock and large heavy tight balls. The bearer man smiled at Terry “hey I have not see. You here before, Terry answered in a slightly lowered voice it’s my first time, just needed to chill and relax, a little me time you know” well I’m James and it’s nice to meet you, and you replied Terry. They chatted for a while laughing Terry moved up onto the same bench as the hunky older bear. James said why don’t you remove the towel and get the full benefit of the steam room, Terry slowly stood up and removed the towel, nice butt you got their said James with a grin on his face, thank you said Terry. suddenly James grabbed Terry by his cock and began stroking it, Terry pulled away what are you doing he asked. James smiles don’t tell me you don’t want it look your little chap is standing to attention. James grabbed his cock again and began stroking it, Terry moved closed and James kissed him, probing his mouth with his tongue. terry couldn’t believe what he was doing he would never cheat on his boyfriend. James took terrys hand and place it on his cock Terry began to move his hand back and forth James getting bigger and bigger in his hand. they kissed again suddenly James grabbed Terry by the back of the knock and pushed him face first into his crotch, his it baby kiss it Terry began to kiss the thick mushroom head, good good said Terry now open up taming his cock into terrys moth. Terry was doing his best but my god he couldn’t take it all it was so thick and long he began to gag, James grabbed him pushed him over the bench, terry couldn’t believe what he was doing his mind going in all kind of directions he want James but his boyfriend he couldn’t cheat on him, suddenly Terry felt James running spit on his man pussy, James got on his knees and began eating out terrys tight bubble butt, well your tight but that’s how I like it said James. Slipping his fingers in and out of terrys butt. james stood lines his giant head up with the beautiful arse, Terry said shouldn’t we wear a condom, James sniggered no condom just my cock suddenly James pushed his cock deep into terrys hole, Terry let out a squeal and then James was balls deep inside him, pumping away. Omg thought Terry what am I doing I don’t even know this guy. Suddenly James ran his finger nails softly down his back grabbed Terry by the hips and began to pound him hard. end of part 1

Thanks for your input. Alongside the 9 react pig emojis (I told myself to get 10 to continue on with the story) do I count yours too? Nate's future hangs precariously in the balance! ☣️ And no one voted for ''run home'' either. 😈 GREAT to see you @bottomguy69 and @TaKinGDeePanal loitering around. I do think of you pigs from time to time.

We had done well sailing down the U.S. eastern seaboard into the Caribbean. This gave us a couple extra weeks to make it to Bermuda to wait out the hurricane season. This particular day there was barely a breath of wind, and the water was beautiful. We had dropped the sails, tossed out the lifeline and life ring to enjoy a lazy skinny dip. Joe had gone back on board to soak up a bit of sun and to enjoy some edibles. They are legal in Canada and we figured on international waters no one was going to be policing too closely. I was keeping myself afloat on the life ring when I felt Claude’s arms embrace me from behind. There was a familiar prodding at my asshole, I reached back to guide his lovely cock inside. I love an underwater fuck and soon we had established a nice rhythm. Claude nibbled at my ear and whispered dirty things that just amped up my horniness factor. We were so engaged in our sex that we didn’t hear the electric motor propelled zodiac until they were pretty much on top of us. A young male voice called out; “Very sexy, very sexy indeed.” Claude pulled out of me and backed away a little. The same voice; “Oh fuck, sorry, we didn’t want to interrupt. Sorry.” That’s when we noticed a three masted sailboat a good distance off toward the horizon. “We’re from ‘Blow Free’ over there. We saw your boat and just wanted to come say hi. We’re a gay charter so were very excited when we saw what you two were up to. Please don’t stop on our account.” As I greeted them and gave a little about us and our adventure Claude swam forward and embraced me again. His cock had not deflated one bit and he was back inside me very quickly. There were three young hunky guys in the zodiac, all bare chested from my water level view. Without thinking I invited them to join us. They quickly stood, pealed out of their speedos and dove in the water. One was quick to tether their boat to our lifeline, the other two swam directly toward Claude and I. The blonde dove when he got close and I soon felt lips sucking in my cock. He held it for a short time and I felt his hand checking out my ass and Claude’s cock sliding in and out of me. When he surfaced he gasped some breath and said to his friends; “I win the bet, he’s taking it raw.” And then to me; “Sorry, you did invite us to join you.” I used one arm to pull him toward me and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. I could hear Claude kissing the other behind me, before Claude spoke up; “I’ve had free reign of this beautiful ass for a number of weeks, which one of you want him?” The third was now swimming close to us, “Bareback?” Claude; “Raw is law,” The third; “Then fuck yeah, I’m in.” The blonde to Claude; “I like your cock man, come do me in the zodiac.” The hairiest of the three; “I guess I get the guy in the sailboat.” Me; “Um, … oh fuck ...yeah man that cock feels great … um, no our friend is straight. Stay here, you’re welcome to do me next.” He swam over to kiss me as the third proceeded to fuck me vigorously. The two then started taking turns as we could see the zodiac rocking to the fuck occurring on it’s floor. Joe must have been very high by now ‘cause he didn’t even seem to notice what was going on. The hairy guy’s member was in me when he whispered in my ear; “I’m ready, where do you want my load?” “In my ass of course, breed me man.” “Fuck yeah, … awgh, unloading … now … that’s where you were getting it no matter what you said.” Me; "Mmmmmm, right answer!" The third; “Okay you two. My turn.” They traded places and another load was soon being pumped into my guts. The blonde's voice from in the zodiac cried out; “Breed my fuckin ass!” as I heard Claude’s familiar orgasmic grunting. We all swam, cooled off and cleaned up for a bit and the guys invited us to join them on their boat for a barbeque and 'evening entertainment’. Joe was quite stoned indeed as he readily agreed to this plan. His weed altered, straight mind had not clicked into the meaning of 'evening entertainment." We fired up our engine and puttered over to raft up with the bigger boat. To be continued ...

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So Musk unmuzzles Trump, who incited a mob to violence at the Capitol and just hosted the antisemite formerly known as Kanye West at Mar-a-Lago, then turns around and suspends West’s account for breaking Twitter’s rules against inciting violence. 😐 This is no way to run a railroad. And it suggests a significant deficit in understanding in how to run a social media platform, and possibly a native skill for running one into the ground. I will say this, with a certain degree of experience, an an Autistic person: Musk, as an Autistic person, has no business being the head of a social media juggernaut. Autistic people, by and large, don’t do ‘social’. It’s not our strong suit. Musk may, in fact, possibly be the sort of person to get a spaceship to Mars, but he’s never going to understand people at a fundamental level and he’s demonstrating his social ineptitude at every opportunity. Call me crazy (actually, never call an Autistic person crazy) but it seems to me that if you expect to be successful running a business selling honey, you really ought to understand bees. All of which is to say, I wouldn’t count on anything but chaos out of Musk’s (mis)management of Twitter, and my bet is that it will either fold or he’ll get tired of being the savior of free speech in a hurry and find some way to sell it in a fire sale once he realizes how damaged it is. In any current scenario, my guess is that anyone relying on Twitter as a home for his Adult profile should start hunting for alternative real estate.

@PG1961Canada You've been put into the beta test group. Thanks! Not sure there's much to do quite yet, but…

Didn't happen to me but, a friend who I went to college with. He is gay, tall,skinny, and nerdy. He was a water boy to his baseball team and they occasionally pick on him. But overall ok. Long story short, he was invited to a baseball party over the weekend. He was infatuated with Jim, one of the players. Jim was hot, blonde, and big dick. They proceeded to get drunk with my friend. Jim asked my friend to go outside for a piss. My friend followed. Next thing he knew Jim pushed down into a muddy shallow part of a pond. Took out his dick and pissed on him. Other teammembers saw this and proceeded to do the same thing. He realized as he tried to crawl out that the entire team was laughing and pissing on him. He told me he was mad and turned on all at the same time. Jim pulled him out laughing. And said it was all in good fun. Took him to the bathroom to clean up and while my friend got outta the shower, Jim came in with clothes, told my friend that he felt bad, and said he'd let my friend suck his dick. My friend was drunk enough to accept this and blew Jim while Jim watched straight porn. Of course after it was done and he swallowed, Jim said to keep this act quiet cause he didn't want his GF or his bros to know. My friend never blew him again but they became friends. My friend became a WS queen as well..lol.

Horned as fuck

That sentence just made me hard.....I think about that when I fuck my gay married bud, sticking my cock in the same hole his husband was in the night before

Chapter Eight; Nate's journey. We were both in utter shock. Sir Bill's DNA did not take. Nate could not understand and had been convinced the last 9 months that he was p☢️z, as had I. Had I eaten the evidence with my greedy felching meal? 😈 We had planned to go for a nice lunch to celebrate which we still did, but we didn't have the celebrations we were anticipating. Again as I had training this evening I ate lightly. We went home and when the time came I douched and went to Sir Bill's. Just before I left my Nate got a text with all of his results including the HIV test from his arm. Everything was negative. He seemed to not only be shocked, but also be down about it. I left my man at home and went to my next training session. As I lay there getting an enema from Sir I told him about Nate's results from today... - That is very unusual. Maybe the toothbrush treatment and my new obscenely high viral load would do the trick second time around. - What is your viral load now, SIR? - Oh, ho ho ho, a little more than double than what it was 9 months ago. I have been taking lots of recharges via blood slams. So fucking hot! FUCK. I cannot stop doing it. I looked at him quizzically as though to say; ''answer my question please'' - So yeah, my current viral load stands at eight Million and seven hundred and sixty eight fucking thousand, pig. Happy now? - Fuck, when can you breed me SIR? We have been training for 9 months. How much longer? - I hear impatience in your voice. You will be bred when you are loose enough for my liking. - But you can FFist me now up until half way up your Bicep. What gives? - Shoulder deep will be the trigger. Don't worry pig, you are almost there. As our latest training session got under way my Nate back at home is in the shower having done a thorough douching and then an enema. Once washed and dried he put on an outfit for play, and then on top of his outfit he put on plain and baggy sports gear for his journey on public transport. And his destination; A Leather bar that he likes going to but hasn't been to in the nine months we have been together. *** As my beautiful chasing pig of a boyfriend Matthew spends the next day and a half training with Sir Bill, I Nate will narrate my big part to this story, starting now! *** As a way of dealing with the news today that I am still neg (I still cannot believe it), it was my intention to take as many loads as possible in the vain hope there was a grotesque vile mega charged stud to do the deed. Upon arrival I stripped off from my baggy sports gear which I put into my bag which went into the coat check, leaving just my cash card which I left behind the bar for any purchases, and my outfit which consisted of; A Black Leather Harness with red piping, a red rubber jockstrap, and army boots. I left my cash card at the bar and went straight down into the basement and hopped into one of the slings. There was a big crowd upstairs and many followed me down. No sooner had I hopped in a sling then I had an anon Dick inside of my sloppy cunt, straight into a good fast hard fuck. I noticed he sported a biohazard tattoo. Fuck, I hope he is not on meds. He looked down at me and smirked.... - FUCK, I have never known a cunt so loose, I can only feel the wet and the warm, my Dick isn't even scraping the sides, what a nasty pig. Fancy a t☣️xic load then fAG? I didn't reply, I just closed my eyes and let him do what he had to do. A few short minutes of hard fucking and he slammed in and started to grunt. YES, load number one, and it was detectable! He withdrew, slapped my pert ass cheek, left, and seconds later another RAW Dick was inside of me. I wanted to try and keep a tally, and despite losing count a few times I ended up with a number of 15. I had been down in the basement getting pounded and bred for a little over and hour and it was becoming thirsty work, so I went upstairs to the bar for a quick soft drink, just a sparkling mineral water. I sat there on a high wooden stool facing the bar, drinking my drink slowly, and despite having at least 15 loads inside of me I felt empty and unsatisfied. I know what I wanted and needed, and that was that grotesque vile mega charged stud to do the deed that had to be done if I was ever to attain my goal. I know many would think I am crazy and completely fucked up, but it was where I wanted to go. I thought about my boyfriend Matty going through his training session. I smiled knowing he was most definitely high by now and getting stretched. Sir Bill certainly was working his magic as Matty's cunt was already destroyed, like mine. He was so tight when we met. As I sat there pondering I felt a cold hand touch my ass cheek. I turned my head and there he was, that grotesque vile mega charged stud who I saw at the sauna nine months ago on the day I met Matty and Sir Bill, that's right, it was only Sir Bill's friend Ronald. - Aaaaaaahhh, it's you ... Nate isn't it, Matthew's boyfriend? - Yes. Great to see you again. You are fucking hot. At 63 years old he was thirty seven years my senior with a ravaged weathered look, and I found it so hot and intoxicating. - Thanks pig. Fancy a fuck downstairs? You look as though you could do with a nasty recharge, even though I cannot help but notice your loose sloppy cunt is dripping cum onto the bar floor. - Fuck YES! I necked the rest of my drink, and walked towards the entrance to the downstairs fuck basement. I heard him say ''recharge''. If only he knew what had happened with me today at the clinic. I didn't say anything to him right now to correct him as I needed his brutal and t☣️xic weapon deep in my guts. And it was a good job I am super loose as he when erect was even bigger than Sir Bill who already measured in at a whopping 12" in length by 5" in girth. Ronald here came in at a ridiculously HUGE 13" in length by 7" in girth. I had never seen anyone so extremely and obscenely well endowed. He also had a 10mm PA with a spiked ball on either end of the ring. I jumped into the sling and Ronald wasted no time in sliding in ALL THE WAY ... Balls Deep! - FUCKING HELL pig, I have never known in my several decades alive for anyone to be as loose as you. And I can tell you are already heavily loaded with seed. Fucking HOT! I didn't say anything, I just stared at his face as he smirked which showed off his sunken cheeks. He really was weathered, but he had stamina I give him that. He fucked me with a steady rhythm, not slow, but not fast. - How did it feel when you found out my friend Bill and knocked you up? A bet you had a big viral load at first!? - Erm, well, I only got around to getting tested today. - A-ha, so out for a celebratory cum-dump session. Good boy pig. Welcome to the club. - That's the thing you see, I don't know how, but Sir Bill's DNA didn't take. - Wha'? .... He abruptly withdrew his gigantic t☣️xic pierced fuck weapon out and started to knowingly laugh. - FUCK, so you are still not knocked up then? - No, Sir. He motioned with his head and eyes for me to look at his t☣️xic fuck weapon... - You see that? - Yes, Sir. - I can guarantee if you come back with me my highly charged weapon will sort you out. He slid back into me balls deep and leaned his face close to mine. - Up for a blood slam right now at my basement dungeon? I started deep into his eyes that seemed to have a tinge of yellow about them although I could not be sure. He stared back boring deep into my soul as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth causing his cunt destroyer to move only slightly in and out. We just kept on staring at one another as the energy between us built up to high intensity. I then replied to his question... - Yes please, SIR. Please help me with what I seek. - C'mon then, let's go.

Chapter Seven; A SHOCK result! - If you want I can take my Dick out and put a condom on, if you are neg and not on PrEP that is. - I never use condoms, SIR. And no, I am not on PrEP, and yes I am neg - But I have an extremely high HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand. My seed is super t☣️xic. You would bound to convert from neg to p☢️z. - But I want to convert, SIR. Sir changed from being still to his hips now slowly and softly rocking turning his motionless fuck weapon into a fuck. And as they continued their verbal exchange that they were both getting off on the fuck would get faster, harder, and more intense as the dialogue progressed... - You want to convert to what, fAG? - Convert to being HIV positive, SIR. - But once you are p☢️z there is no going back. - Yes SIR, I know. Please breed me. Please. - Breed you? I feel I should remind you that I have a HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand. I want to hear you say my viral load out aloud. - You have a HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand, SIR. I have been chasing to become HIV positive for 4 years now. - Fuck, you are one nasty fucked up pig. I need to again hear you say out aloud my viral load. C'mon you nasty cunt, tell me so I know you are completely sure. - You have a HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand, SIR. Turn this neg pig into p☢️z pig. Go on SIR, flow through my veins forever more. GO ON. Sir briefly paused the flow of dialogue as he switched his force and rate of fucking up a few gears to now a full on no holes barred sweaty RAW fuck. - FUCK, you are one fucked up nasty fAGGOT. - I want to become HIV positive so badly. A HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand should do it. C'mon SIR, show this nasty fAGGOT who is boss! - Oh fuck ... FUCK. The sling chains were now rattling a loud noise as Sir Bill was now fucking Nate with no mercy, and I could tell he was now very close to ejaculating. My focus was on his perineum. - Oh FUCK, I am gonna cum ... FUCK ... I'm gonna mark you! - YES SIR, turn this neg pig into a fully fledged p☢️z fAGGOT. Yes SIR, breed me. Show me who is the boss! Sir took one final violent thrust in and stopped the fuck. Had he changed his mind about breeding Nate. Hell no. He now began to grunt over and over as he held still, with his perineum clearly twitching as his potent t☣️xic seed spewed deep into Nate's neg guts. - Go on SIR, make your mark, own this stupid fAGGOT, flow in my veins forever more. Once fully spent Sir withdrew and allowed me to lick his Dick clean. He told us to go and gave me instructions on my imminent training schedule. - Right you two, I have a busy start to the week tomorrow, so you both need to leave now. And boy, I will be requiring you to come here for 7pm on Tuesday. Your training session will last until 7am on Thursday. These training sessions will take place weekly, and going by how tight you are I'd say we are looking at at least six months in loosening up your cunt. You must arrive to each training session thoroughly douched. I ended up going to Nate's where we still remained in a meth high. We cuddled, kissed, caressed one another, and spoke to one another with much affection. But as I was so horny with my cunt still empty of p☢️z seed in it I felched my Nate's neg cunt of the p☢️z seed Sir had deposited. It tasted so damn good. I say ''my'' Nate as within a few days we officially had become boyfriends, and after one month of meeting I moved in with him on the first day of the last month to the year. Would this date become of significance to us? It was a Tuesday morning and we both awoke in each others arms, high on romance, and both of us having now finished coming down from our parTy high. I had a light brunch as I knew my cunt was going to be put through its paces for the next 36 hours starting from 7pm this evening. This evening very quickly came, and before I knew it I was back at Sir Bill's ready to start my cunt training and anything else Sir decided I needed to learn. Each training session would last for 36 hours with 6 hours of non stop play with a 6 hour rest, then another 6 hours of non stop play, and so forth, where it would end up of 18 hours play, 18 hours rest, with the last 6 hours rest so I would be rested enough to travel home. Each and every training session would focus in on loosening up my cunt. Sir was adamant that he would not even fuck me let alone attempt to knock me up until I was loose enough for his liking. Even thought I had been strictly instructed to thoroughly douche before arrival he would before we would go down into his dungeon give me a deep enema to make sure training was without interruption. Sir would use his fingers, hands, toys, and forearm until we eventually reached the poinT where I could take his arm up to his shoulder. Clearly he had very high standards. Each and every training session he would also see that I was high, giving me parTy chems at the beginning of each of the three lots of six hours sets of play. Some weeks I'd be blowing clouds, other weeks he'd have me on K, which sometimes saw me fall into a K hole. That did not matter as I was safe in the leather-palm of a sling. He would also on a weekly basis wet shave my hair to keep me as his skinhead creation. Each week he would also have my small tits with either clothes pegs, suction cups, or nipple clamps. I helped my tit training along by working on them between training sessions too. During the three lots of six hours of rest he would rehydrate me with electrolytes so I could keep going for such an extended period of intense sweaty action. Nine months after my training had commenced, doing all of the aforementioned which was total dedication from my part I still was not pregnant with Sir's DNA, in fact we were still in training mode. I was increasingly wondering when I would get what I was here for. Nine months later and we were now late July, and as far as my sweetheart Nate and I were concerned he was p☢️z. He had to be after the viral load Sir Bill shared with him. We we so confident that all this time he had not gotten tested. And we were so busy with my training with Sir, being in love and living our lives we never got around to it. But now we had decided to get that confirmation of his p☢️z status. It was late morning on a Tuesday and I was with him in the waiting room at the sexual health clinic. He was called in by the doctor where the usual discussion was had, and he had a full screen including two tests for HIV, the rapid test from his finger, and the test from his arm. Well, we were fucking STUNNED, the rapid test showed him as .... NEGATIVE!

Chapter Six: In the slave cage. We arrive back to Sir's home where all three of us went down into his basement dungeon. It was out of this world, I had never seen anything like it. Two of the four walls were a red brick, and the other two opposite walls were mirrored floor to ceiling. There was a small tin bath, a rim seat, three slings, a four seater red leather couch, a red leather armchair, in one corner of the dungeon was a rubber covered mattress, and against one of the brick walls was another rubber covered mattress but this one was not on the floor, this one was on top of a slave cage. All that lit this intoxicating basement dungeon was a handful of lamps that gave off a dimly lit fire red glow. Sir finally removed the clothes pegs from my nipples... - Yeah, I see, your small tits are now weeping, best give them a rest before we continue the training to turn them into big nasTy pig-tits. Sir stripped me until I was now only wearing the steel chastity cage and the leather collar and leash he put on me earlier, and what he wrote on me using a permanent red marker pen writing on my front and back; ''Sir Is Going To Poz Me''. He stripped Nate down to his red rubber jockstrap, then made us sit next to one another on the rubber covered mattress on the floor. - Who is up for blowing some clouds? - fuCK YEAH *exclaimed Nate* - Er, what's that? *I quizzed* Sir got what was needed for us to get cloudy and told the experienced Nate to show me what to do. All I had ever done until now was smoke weed. Soon the two of us young neg pigs were blowing clouds. What an absolute mind blowing feeling! It made me feel exhilarated and highly aroused. With both of us in a high and aroused state, and the fact we had a mutual instant attraction to one another we got lost in a sweaty cloudy haze of groping each other with deep kissing. - I really like you Nate. You make me feel a special feeling. - Me too sexy. We groped and kissed, and kissed and groped. We were completely lost in one another. So much so we had not realised that Sir had removed his Leather trousers, Leather shirt, and was now sat in his red leather armchair smoking a big fat cigar whilst wearing nothing but his knee length police boots and his leather executioner hood. His minimalist yet striking attire complimented his thick moustache and beard. He sat there, smoking his cigar as he stroked his t☣️xic fuck weapon, watching us both maul one another. He summoned us both to crawl over and kneel before him. He looked at Nate... - So you are chasing are you fAGGOT, want to get knocked up? - FUCK YEAH. - When was the last time you took PrEP? - Never been on it, SIR. - I see ... And what about you pig, what is your PrEP status? - Haven't taken it for 7 days now, SIR. - Right, well as you know I only fuck loose gaping cunt, and you are way too tight right now, unlike this gaping-loose anon cum loaded fAG. I would soon get to find out that Nate had a couple of fist fuck buddies who he had known for 6 years. They were a couple, both p☢️z but on meds, and they at least once a week wrecked Nate's cunt to the poinT he could take them both shoulder deep. His cunT was very well trained! Before I knew it Sir Bill stood up, took a hold of my leash and put me into the slave cage under the bed, and locked it. What? I was high and horny and gagging to be bred with as many t☣️xic loads that I could get, and here I was, caged. All I could do was watch on which I did as I frequently fingered my cunt. Sir got Nate to be on all fours next to and parallel to the cage so I would get a close up view of initial play. - Go on, push it out fAG, push out your cunt, show me what you got. With little to no effort Nate pushed out his cunt inside out, a huge very well trained prolapse that was covered and dripping with some of the 12 loads of anon cum that had been seeded deep into his neg guts earlier in the day. And just like at the sauna Sir was back on his knees licking, slurping, and chewing this delicious meaty blossoming cummy cunt. Once again anon man seed was getting caught up in Sir's moustache and beard. Having enjoyed his second felch session of the day Sir came upright and with no resistance shoved all of his 12" by 5" meaty p☢️z fuck weapon deep into Nate's piggy guts pushing his flopped inside out cunt back inside. Nate moaned and groaned in delight as Sir fucked him very slowly yet with firm hard thrusts. He looked into the cage at me as I frantically fingered my cunt, sweating heavily whilst watching the long serpent coiled around his shaft slither in and out. Sir gave his cocky looking grin as he continued with his firm hard thrusts, and looking right into my eyes he spoke... - You want my t☣️xic fuck tool pumping your hungry for p☢️z seed cunt don't you pig? Huh. I am going to have to train that cunt of yours until it is loose enough for my liking. That's it, you finger that neg cunt of yours. Go on, show me how much you want me to knock you up. Go on ... SHOW me! I showed Sir my real need to have him convert me with not only fingering my cunt even more aggressively, but with very loud grunts and groans. As I continued to get more and more worked up through my frustration and lust Sir took his focus away from me, took a hold of Nate's shoulders, and increased the pace of his fucking until all I could hear was groaning from Nate, grunting from Sir, and Nate's beefy ass cheeks making slapping noises with each inward thrust. - Oh fuck YEAH, what a nasty pig, neg and with my highly charged t☣️xic fuck tool pumping away deep in its gaping sloppy cum filled guts, desperate to get knocked up. That is what you want, isn't it, fAG? Nate couldn't reply as he was being relentlessly winded with a fast paced powerful thrust fuck. I watched this fuck continue on for a while longer when Sir stopped suddenly in his tracks and slowly withdrew his monster fuck weapon. Sir then walked Nate over to one of the slings, threw him in, restrained him by the wrists and ankles, got out the crisco, sat on a stool at the foot of the sling and proceeded with a two hour long FFist session alternating between being shoulder deep and punch FFisting with plenty of twisTed verbal. Although further away I could still see and hear, although I could not see Nate waist up. His cunt now destroyed Sir got up and walked over to the slave bed, unlocked the cage and pulled me out by my leash and walked me over like a dog about a metre in front of the foot of the sling, instructing me to focus in on his perineum which was very defined due to some wastage. He slid back into my neg Nate, all 12" balls deep too, and just held that p☢️zition!

Chapter Five: Nasty at the Sauna Sir walked back to the wall where he had been stroking his girthy veiny fuck weapon a short while ago, now with the new twink in town in tow. He made Nate stand feet hip width apart with his hands stretched out above him against the wall with his towel clad ass arched out. Sir ripped away the towel, and underneath was such a beautiful sight. Just like I had been earlier Nate was wearing a red rubber jockstrap which perfectly complimented his sweet round ass, yet what separated the similarity between us is he came with a semi blooming and cum dripping rosebud. - Oh FUCK, Christmas has come early, nothing I like better than a blooming rose and a loose cunt. Look at that cum dripping out, FUCK YEAH. Sir quickly noticed a marker pen attached to a piece of string that was tied to the waistband of Nate's jockstrap, with a number of strikes written on both of his pert ass cheeks. - 7 and 5 ... 12, hmmmm, have you taken 12 loads today boy? - I don't know, I haven't been counting. But every stud that has fucked me marked my ass. Is it 12 loads now? - It sure is. Want to make it unlucky 13? Let me mark you with my DNA that will never wash off. - Oh fuCK, YES PLEASE, SIR. Sir made Nate turn so he faced sideways to me and to bend over so his hands rested just above his knees. I could only imagine he was ordered to bloom for Sir as his rose came out to full bloom with Sir now on his knees licking, slurping, and chewing Nate's blossoming dripping cummy cunt. Multiple anon loads both going into Sir's mouth and man seed getting caught up in his moustache and beard. All the while this was going on Ronald continued to finger fuck me and grope me. After a good feeding Sir stood up and penetrated Nate with some other stranger sticking his Dick into Nate's mouth. I watched on, longing for it to be me that was Nate the piece of meat. Damn. I looked up at Sir's face and he was looking at me through his executioner hood, sticky cum covered moustache and beard, with a cocky grin. What a beautiful sight. Before I could enjoy it anymore Ronald turned me around to face him. And what I saw was a handsome yet weathered bull with a septum piercing. I glanced at his massive pig tits that were both pierced, they both wore a pair of large heavy nipple rings. I could not help but notice he had an extremely striking tattoo bang in the centre of his sternum down to the lower sternum, and radiating outwards into his pecs and up towards his clavicles. 👹 His tattoo was of a large black and red inverted pentagram with an upside down cross with three 6's in a row on it. 👹 He pushed me down making me get onto my knees to lick his throbbing t☣️xic monster pierced shaft. Why monster? Because his dangerous highly charged Dick was bigger than Sir's when fully erect 12" by 5" member. Ronald's when fully erect came in at an obscene 13" in length by 7" in girth. His girth was as big as my wrist. There was no way I'd be able to take that up my cunt, I am way too tight. I could not see how anyone who was not very well used and super loose could take it. I looked up at him towering over me. I couldn't even get to have our eyes meet as I became transfixed by his blasphemous tattoo. He began to laugh arrogantly... - I see you looking at it. Most try to deny what it makes them feel inside, and most if not all succumb to their most darkest depraved desires. Now show me how you lick Dick. No sucking, just licking. I licked up and down his already erect eight MILLION and some number of hundred thousands highly charged fuck weapon, base to the tip, tip to the base, under and around, around and under, being careful not to catch my tongue on the spiked balls on his 10mm thick PA. Even though he was pretty much fully erect my licking seemed to pleased him as I could definitely see him become thicker, with the veins in his shaft looking fuller. Having licked him what seemed to be to the point of sparkling clean he barked at me to look up at him. - So fucking cute. I don't care what Bill has said, if he wanders off with that gaping fag over there then I am fucking you. I will rip you up and make sure you get what you are chasing. As he spoke dirty to me he stroked his already super hard and highly charged p☢️z pistol. - Now keeping your head tilted towards my direction close your eyes and close your mouth. From the point of me closing my eyes it wasn't even a minute before his breath started becoming heavy and erratic. Cumming already? Then I heard Sir's voice boom; - Go on Ron mate, spray your nasty eight Million, seven hundred and seventy three fucking thousand viral load onto my neg pig's face. He wants it up his guts, but he is going to have to work for that eventuality. That's it Ron, unload, go on, give it to the pig. By now a big crowd had gathered around us, all stroking their Dicks, and all now cheering Ron on to bust his nasty nut juice over my face. Ron started to grunt over and over like a wild boar as his highly charged large t☣️xic load generously coated my face with a good amount of his hot dirty seed landing on the top of my forehead where the top of the leather blindfold rested. Sir took a hold of my leash and gave a firm tug; - C'mon boy, open your eyes and get up, I am taking you and this eager to be p☢️zzed up fAGGOT home. Great seeing again Ron mate. See you again soon. I was put back into my black cape, Nate got dressed and his belongings, and we all got into the car. Sir got Nate and I to sit in the back seat. Without thought we immediately held hands and looked into each other's eyes. There was this intense surge of warmth that filled us causing us to beam with our huge smiles and sparkling eyes. Nate then leaned in and started to lick up Ronald's big t☣️xic load that he had just dumped onto my face a short while ago. Quite a bit of it had collected and rested above the leather blindfold. But instead of swallowing what he had lapped up he leaned in to my lips and we shared our first kiss where we both felt an intense rush of deep connection. Before I knew it I was doing something that I had never done before, that being; kissing with myself and my kissing partner passing sperm back and forth into each other's mouths. Sir was driving us home and looked into his rear view mirror; - Are you two snowballing? Oh fuck YEAH, look at my two sexy young pigs making out in the back seat as I drive them to where it all happens. My dungeon in the basement! Upon pushing Ronald's nasty load back into my mouth Nate pulled back and got me to swallow what had been on my face. Well, it would have been a complete waste otherwise. Nate rummaged through his bag and took out his phone, handed it to me, looked deep into my eyes, and with a deep warmth said; - I like you. - Me too. No more words were needed as I punched in my number into his handset. It looked like my life was about to take two completely different directions; Sir in the front seat to knock me up, and the much closer to my age cutie sat next to me to become my boyfriend. Would just one, both, or neither happen?

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 “.

Before Covid I was picking something up about once every month or so. I’m a high risk bottom I guess as most are anonymous, and I keep my ass plugged between raw tops to keep the seed inside me. But I’ve been negative since 2020 somehow now! I’ve been taking just as many loads, average about 1 load a day but most are collected on a weekend sex party.

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

Chapter Two: It is not my ass Before I knew it we were on a one way video call. I had my video activated so he could see and hear me. He just had his audio up so I could only hear him, not see which served to add to the intoxication. He spoke with a deep gruffly voice; - Cute. Very fucking cute. - Thank you. - SIR! Thank you SIR. - Sorry Sir. Thank you, Sir. - Remember boy, you will always address me as Sir. - Yes Sir. - I have been keeping a close eye on you sexy pig, and noticed when you first looked at my profile your profile stated ''Neg + PrEP'', and the next day you changed it to 'Negative.'' What is going on with that? - I have some issues Sir, and your profile triggered what I thought I had sorted out and put a lid on. - What issues are those then boy? - Fantasizing about getting knocked up. - You mean becoming HIV positive? - Yes Sir. - Then if it is just a fantasy why change the PrEP status on your profile? - Because ... *I paused* - Go ON ... ? - Because if I am really honest with myself, it is more than just a mere fantasy. - So, you want to become a nasty poz fAGGOT with everything that Sir and others have to share? * I gulped * so loudly it was audible. - I need more than a gulp. I need an explicit specific audible answer. - Yes SIR, I desire to be knocked up, to become HIV positive. Deep down I am a chaser. You have triggered this deep desire within me that I had buried. We arranged for me to go to his right now as strictly instructed. Upon arrival I would let myself into his porch, put my stash of PrEP onto the small round table in the corner, strip naked, put on the red rubber jockstrap and the leather blindfold, face the front door and place my hands against the door with arms stretched out and my lower back arch as to push my ass out for whatever Sir wanted to do with it. I was also instructed to wash the product out of my hair and come with it not styled. A few train stops and a short walk later I was at his front door that was ajar. I let myself in and got myself ready as instructed. As I stood there waiting I had a strong urge to fart, and I knew if I did cum could come flying out, so I was trying to hold it in. I soon heard footsteps coming closer until they stopped right behind me. I could hear his breath. I trembled. A little part of me wanted to flee, but the main part of me told myself that I had put myself in this POZition and that it was meant to be. Suddenly his freezing cold hands held onto either side of my torso, causing me to gasp at the contrast in the heat of ice coldness against my warm firm flesh. - Fucking sexy pig. I can see we're going to have a lot of fun. Now turn around. I started to tremble a bit harder as I turned around. Once facing this 66 year old t☣️xic stud he leaned into my right ear and as he twisted my left nipple really hard he spoke in his deep gruffly voice; - You want to be knocked up with HIV, is that it? - Yes Sir. - Then you have no need to tremble, do you? * As he said this he twisted my nipple harder again* - No Sir. - Good boy. Now kneel down before me. - Yes Sir. I knelt down where he then pulled my head deep into his Leather clad crotch. - That's it boy, you're safe here with Sir. Just let your inner pig go, give in to your strongest deepest desires of depravity and give yourself over to me. As he said those last few words he pulled me in tighter, gyrating his hips as he pushed my face deeper into his crotch. As I held onto the sides of his legs and feeling that sexy cool Leather I suddenly felt myself just let go. After a few minutes he pulled away and left, leaving me kneeling there. He came back and I heard him place a few items on the floor by me. - Now stand up. - Yes Sir. He pulled the red rubber jockstrap half way down my thighs and proceeded to put my stupid dick inside a steel chastity cage which he then locked. 🔐 - Do you like to play with your pathetic pointless fAGGOT dick, boy? - Yes Sir. - And you like to cum? - Yes Sir. - Well from now on you will learn that your cunt is your sole sexual organ. That is where you will pleasure yourself with toys when you masturbate, and where you will have all of your orgasms. Understood? - Yes Sir. I was not quite expecting this Dom-sub situation, but it felt all very natural. I was instructed to place my hands on the front door once again as I held my torso at an angle whilst arching my back and pushing my ass out. Sir suddenly started to flog my ass cheeks and the backs of my legs with his rubber flogger until my ass cheeks were a crimson rose colour. Having flogged me enough I was ordered to once again turn around... - Turn around and take 2 steps forward. - Yes Sir. Again I done as I was told and suddenly felt the flogger hit my abs, then my thighs, and abs again, and then .... 💦*Squirt*💦 .... I farted with cum from the gym squirting onto Sir's floor and down my leg. He scooped some of it up and sniffed it. - Oh what a nasty p🐷g you are, arriving already soiled. He shoved two fingers into my cunt. - How many loads have you taken today? - Two, Sir. - Well, you are still too tight for me. I only fuck cunt that is loose, gaping in fact. He shoved his fingers into my mouth, barking at me to suck and lick them clean, and once satisfied he made me kneel on the floor again, this time right in front of the cum that I had been holding in my guts. I could smell it. He went away and came back again and he proceeded to attach to my neck a leather collar, and leash. Once they were on me he pushed my face to his floor, barking at me to clean up the cum I had just dropped from my cunt. Once I had lapped up and swallowed everything that was there to have like a good little pig, I was brought up to his crotch level again. - Where did that cum just come from boy? - My ass, Sir. - NO .... He paused as though to give me time to correct myself. I was confused, what else would I call it? - I'm sorry Sir, I do not know what else I should call it. - Think about what I said about your sole sexual organ. - Oh ... erm, my cunt, Sir? - YES boy. That is how you will refer to it from now on. Understood? - Yes Sir. Chapter 3: ''The Haircut'', coming soon, if my readers want more that is.

Part 2 The rest of the week was a blur for me. I was having an out of body moment and only snapped out of it whenever I was interrupted. My dad’s were picking up on it. Dinner time was awkward. I wouldn’t look them straight in the eye. What surprised me was the way they acted. They were normal. They were their loving selves. I didn’t get it. Daddy John literally raped Daddy Steve and Daddy Steve did not seem to care. I must have been distracted at footy because coach Davis kept giving me a verbal and asking where my head was at and my friends even said I seem distant. One Evening Daddy John pulled me aside before we left to go to football practice and asked me if I was ok. My grades had slipped and he was worried that they were not giving him enough study time or maybe too pressure. I told him I was fine and I’ll pick up my game. He gave me a big huge. He pressed me hard into him. His big massive arms cradled my back which pressed my face into his masculine chest and I could feel his bulge press against my own chest. I kept thinking that his massive cock was only a few inches away from my face and imagined what it would be like to have it in my mouth… Or my arse… The thought shocked me for a moment, but then I felt myself harden. Daddy John must have noticed and pulled back slightly to look down at me. He then said ‘I love you Son. You are my boy.’ And pulled me back in. My hard on pressed against his upper shin. We were about to leave when he stopped to tell me something ‘Oh. By the way. Steve and I are heading out tonight to celebrate his 53rd birthday.’ ‘I know dad.’ ‘You do?’ ‘You go out for his birthday every year. I know the routine.’ I amused as we kept on walking to the entrance. To the right is a side stair case leading to the lower level of the house. To the side at the bottom is another door leading to a room I am not allowed to go in. Daddy Steve walked out as we walked past the stair case. He said ‘Head to training?’ ‘We sure are, dad.’ I said as Daddy John opened the front door. ‘Happy birthday by the way. Have a fun night tonight. I’ll stay at Mitch’s place tonight.’ ‘Thanks Son. Tonight is going to be a blow out.’ I knew full well that they were going to have sex. I felt myself get hard again at the notion of it. But for the last few weeks I have snuck to the their bedroom to listen in on them fucking and Daddy John still had no remorse over Daddy Steve. He really violates him and Daddy Steve just excepts it, regardless of how much it hurts him. So something is different here. Something was up. I needed to know. So I planned to not go to Mitch’s and follow my dads. The time come and I made some bullshit story to my mates dad that I had to head home and pick up some school work I forgot. He was close to Daddy John’s age, little over weight, dad bod. I saw him in his jocks once when I walked past the bathroom and he was quite a hairy guy. He thought it was a little late to head over. It seemed to me that he was trying to stop me. His tone and the types of reason to make me stay just did not add up. Did he know something? He eventually said he would head over and get my school work. Frustrating for me. I had to go to plan B. I snuck out the window. It was 10pm. I got to my house. I saw Mitch’s dad arrive and a total strange opened the door for him. Strange. Who the fuck was that, and how did he know Mitch’s dad. I waited a moment to make my move then snuck through the front door. What I was presented with caught me by complete surprise. My dad’s house was full of men. Men of all different shapes, sizes and age. None however, seem to be younger than 40. They were at different levels of undress. And there were stiff dicks everywhere. I was lucky that no one had seen me. I looked down the stair case to the side of the entrance and saw a few men walking in through the door at the bottom. I saw an opportunity to sneak in and took it. I went through the door which open to yet another stair case followed by a long tunnel. It was dark. There was a shimmer of red light. I went down. The tunnel seemed long, but it could have been the dim lighting that made it feel that way. I reach the far entrance to the tunnel and what I saw completely warped my mind! The room look looked like a dungeon. There were varies fuck benches and slings. A leather couch, cross bar, mirrors on most of the walls and ceiling. The room was quite large and it easily had close to 60 or 70 guys in there. All naked, all playing with their cocks, all watching what was happening in the middle. Daddy Steve was strapped to a wooden bench face down getting railed by a stranger, while Daddy John was standing by Daddy Steve head watching the stranger fuck him. ‘I’M GONNA CUM!’ The stranger yelled and picked up his thrusts, driving deeper in Daddy Steve’s ass. ‘TAKE MY TOXIC LOAD, YOU FUCKING PIG!’ The stranger seemed to be cumming for a while, then he finally pulled out. I heard a plop from where I was standing. Very quick, another stranger replaced the previous stranger and just started jack hammering his cock into Daddy Steve’s cum filled hole. Daddy Steve moaned in pain through what looked like a red gag ball. I could not believe what I was seeing. My cock stiffened in my jocks from the site. I was scared, horrified and yet aroused by it. Under the bench there was some sort of cow tit milker attached my Daddy Steve’s 10 inch cock. It was a clear cylinder with a chrome base. I could see Daddy Steve’s nob poke through a larger cylinder attachment at the end which had a tube running down into a chrome tank. I could see that Daddy Steve had blown a load in it from the cum gathered at the entrance to the tube. ‘Hear comes another dirty load, you fucking slut.’ And the new stranger pumped his load into Daddy Steve. I nearly came in my jocks. Daddy Steve just got bred by two strangers, no tell how many other men have done the same, and Daddy John has just stood there and watched. The stranger pulled out and I could see his cock and pubs slick with cum. There was heaps. It glistened in the red lighting. Daddy John was wearing tight denim jeans and black boots. He had gauntlets with pointy studs on his forearms and a leather harness strapped around his muscly hairy chest. He look like one of those leather men from the Tom of Finland images. He leant over Daddy Steve and pull his muscly ass cheeks apart and examined his hole. ‘Not enough cum. NEXT’ He said with malice. Then another strange lined up. Daddy John move close to Daddy Steve’s ear, ‘Pig faggot, you are going to like this stranger. 10 inch cock, old, withered man, easily in his late 70’s. Yellow decaying teeth. And fuck… He smells like he hasn’t showered in a week. He looks like he is carrying a high viral load.’ Just as he said those few words, the old man shoved his 10 inch cock balls deep into Daddy Steve’s wrecked hole. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve. Next thing I heard was Daddy Steve moaning in pain while his cock ejaculated another load of cum into the cylinder. Daddy John noticed. ‘I thought you might have liked that, you fucking whore.’ He amused followed with a burly chuckle, then turned to the old man with his cock in Daddy Steve ‘Fuck that dirty poz infected slut. Charge him up and give the worthless whore your DNA.’ With that, the old man fucked him furiously. My cock couldn’t take it much longer, so I pulled it out and started playing with it. The old man did not last long. ‘Argh!... FUCK! Here comes my POZ load faggot. TAKE. IT!’ and he pushed back in deep and unloaded. It was getting way too much and I found myself pulling my cock really hard. It was then that I saw Mitch’s dad line up behind Daddy Steve. He had a curved 8 inch cock and he forced it into Daddy Steve’s gaping hole. I could not believe what I was seeing. He fucked really fast. Quick hammering. He seemed like he was in a hurry. And then grabbed Daddy Steve’s hips and slammed in hard and moaned out loud. I was on the verge of cumming, it was then that another 6 more guys walked past me from the tunnel. They were old guys in their 70’s and they saw me pulling my cock. ‘What we have here.’ One of the old men said while playing with his long dick. ‘Looks like young fresh meat.’ Another said, licking his crusty lips. ‘A shame you are not strapped to that bench. I wouldn’t mind a bit of boy pussy.’ Said another. For a moment I froze not knowing what to do. Then I quickly took off struggling to pull my pants up as I ran. I stumbled up the two sets of stair cases, passing even more naked men. I even felt a cock brush me as I went by. I managed to get to the entrance and get out. I got to the road and stopped to catch my breath. Flashes of what I had just saw kept flashing in my mind. To be continued

This is a bit of a departure for me in my story telling. Its an idea I’ve been kicking around for a while that came from a slew of vintage porn I stumbled across on twitter. The set up is probably a bit longer than normal, but hopefully it’ll be worth it. Thanks for sticking with me and hopefully giving my new story a chance. -d It had been almost a year since Luke’s grandfather had passed away. At ninety-eight it hadn’t come as much of a surprise, though till just a year before he died Luke’s grandfather had lived on his own, tottering around the house he’d live in for more than seventy years. It was the house that Luke’s father and his siblings had grown up in. It was a house alive with memories. At first the family didn’t really know what to do with the house. There was no real pressing need to put it on the market, Luke’s grandfathers’ finances had been in good order and there were no major debts to pay off. The will had been clear saying the house could be sold and the profits split between the four siblings, or one of them could take it over and live there. Having all moved away, or created their own lives in which they were now happily ensconced, no one much fancied moving into the old, rather outdated house. After almost nine months of mostly just coming to terms with their father being gone, the siblings had all decided that selling it was the best move. They could use the profits for their own homes, or for their kids. Everyone had pitched in to clean the house out, a yard sale was had to get rid of things no one really wanted, but they all felt were too nice to just put in the trash. Keepsakes and trinkets had moved to new homes on new shelves. The only place left untouched was the attic. Everyone had largely forgotten its existence, no one could remember the last time that any of them had been in there. Luke’s dad, the youngest brother, guessed that it had probably been almost a decade, around the time Luke’s grandfather had said he didn’t want to hire people to put lights on the house anymore and get the Christmas decorations out of the attic. So it had sat, forgotten, and gathering dust, till Luke’s father had noticed the door in the ceiling while showing a relator around one day. That was how, during his summer vacation from his junior year of college, Luke found himself alone in the empty house, making his way into the hot attic. The air was dry and scratchy, like it was made of dust. There was almost no ventilation, and the summer heat was already turning the cramped space into an oven early in June. To say Luke was not thrilled to be spending the first weeks of summer break in the attic was an understatement. He had grumbled and griped the whole drive over, and now he just rolled his eyes at the piles of stuff around him. “Fuck, this is going to take forever,” he said to the empty room. The attic was a long low room running over the middle section of the house above the bedrooms and front stairs. There were two little gables that stuck out on the front side of the house, each with a round window set in their center. Luke was glad to see that the floor was at least all boards, he wouldn’t have to squat on ceiling rafters while going through things. Making his way between carboard boxes and old trunks he moved half hunched over towards one of the windows. Please God let this thing open, he thought. Much to his shock it did, and gratefully he pushed the round window so it spun on its center access opening like a porthole. He scrambled round to the other window and did the same, breathing a deep sigh of relief as he felt the cross breeze make its lazy way across the stuffy little room. Now, armed with a box cutter, a Costco box of trash bags, colored labels for keep, sell or trash, and a flashlight, Luke began his task. His father had told him to go through as many things as he could, toss down the bags of trash and over the weekend he and Luke’s uncle would come and help move the big stuff down the ladder. Careful not to smack his head on the low rafters Luke moved over to a pile of boxes and crouched down. Most of the boxes Luke noticed had were labeled in a clear square all caps handwriting. His grandfather’s handwriting Luke guessed, he’d been an architect and there was something to the perfect sameness of the letters that gave them the practiced feeling of a gifted draftsman. Luke grabbed one that said “SPORTS”. Inside were baseball gloves, pads, cleats. The discarded accessories of boys joining sports teams and then getting board when they found sport wasn’t for them. Luke sorted the things that seemed like someone might want to buy them, a vintage glove, some baseballs that were still in good shape, and put the rest into a trash bag. Most of the boxes he opened were like this, the things that were left over as kids grew up. There was an old trunk of dress up clothes. One box was full of children’s books (all of which Luke marked to keep). There was a box of dresses from what looked to be the 1960s, that must have belonged to his aunts. A large steamer trunk contained an old and worn cardboard box. Carefully Luke lifted the lid off the box and pulled back the thin paper inside. A white dress, with little glass beads around the neck sparkled back at him, the edges slightly yellowed with age. As gingerly as he could Luke unfolded the dress, keeping it off the dusty floor. It was his grandmother’s wedding dress, and it looked as bright and shining as the day she had worn it. Very carefully Luke packed it back into its box, and carried the box downstairs. He would take that home with him tonight. Despite the breeze from the windows the attic seemed even hotter when he climbed back up. “Fuck it,” he said, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it down the ladder to the hallway below. Luke was certainly no sports star, something that had once greatly disappointed his father, but in the last year he had found a new passion for the gym. He had gone from being a little scrawny teen, to someone who loved beer a little too much and suffered the freshmen 15, to what a rather toned looking jock. His chest had started to fill out, his arms now had long veins running down the bicep and snaking along his forearms. His torso narrowed to square hips, and a firm butt, and flared again at his strong legs. Along with the new muscles, Luke loved to show off the thick hair that suddenly had grown across his body. His chest, which when he had started college was completely bare, now sported a dense fan of dark brown hair that swirled around his nipples. A broad treasure trail grew over his flat stomach and dove into his shorts, meeting with a thick, though usually trimmed down, bush. Luke stretched his hands over his head, and got a whiff of himself. He’d been sweating like mad in the attic, and though it wasn’t even noon yet he had a strong musk about him. The smell made his cock twitch in his shorts. A love of the gym wasn’t the only thing Luke had learned about himself in college. Just after Christmas his freshman year, Luke had been at a party. He’d had a few beers and found himself taking to this senior guy. At first the conversation had been fairly standard, what their majors were, where about campus they lived, things like that. The guy, however, kept getting close and closer to Luke, and Luke found that he like it. Luke had started leaning in closer to the guy as well. A few more minutes of fake small talk and they were kissing. A mad, wild lust had been born in Luke in that moment. When he guy had asked Luke if he wanted to go back to the guys place he didn’t even hesitate before saying yes. That night Luke had been fucked for the first time. That was the night Luke understood for the first time the thing about him that had always been different, he was gay. He was out at school from basically that moment on. Almost overnight he had gone from a quiet guy who didn’t know who he was, to an out and proud homo. Along with his new-found self-awareness had come a new found love of sex, and through some experimentation his self-identification as a vers bottom with a thing for older men. Luke rubbed his crotch through his shorts a couple of times, stretched again, and got back to work. By lunch time he had a pretty massive pile of trash bags at the bottom of the ladder. He climbed down and moved them to the front door, piling the “To Sell”s and “To Keep”s separate from the trash pile. He ate the sandwich his mother had sent him, and pounded a Gatorade in the deserted kitchen perched on the counter. He absently scrolled through TikTok while he ate, not really paying attention to anything on the screen. Finishing his sandwich, he checked the gay apps to see if anything interesting had happened there – nothing, disappointingly. Resignedly Luke climbed the stairs back up to the second floor and then back up into the even hotter attic. Luke started in a new corner of the attic, sorting through a collection of boxes all labeled “Josh’s room”. These must have come from his dad’s old room. He had gone through probably half a dozen of them when he found the box. This box had no label, and was a different shape from the rest. It was short and square, like the boxes Amazon loved to use, Luke thought. It was old though, with a worn lid that clearly had been removed over and over again. The sides bulged out slightly, buckled from the weight of all the other boxes on top of it. Luke opened it with the same detachment he had all the rest. He’d already gone through boxes full of gym socks, and old trophies, discarded textbooks, old posters and photos from a teenage boy’s room in the 1980s, and a mountain of matchbox cars. This box, however, was not the normal detritus left behind when a kid moved away, or went to college. At the top of the box was an old journal, worn and well loved. Its once bright red cover was faded and chipped in places. The binding was cracked and soft. Luke set it aside quickly noticing what had been beneath it. An old and yellowed jockstrap lay on top of a scattered collection of Polaroid pictures. Was this his dad’s Luke wondered? His cock stirred, his thing for jockstraps had been growing as he spent more time at the gym. Luke now wore almost nothing else at school. Having his ass exposed all the time made him feel slutty and powerful. He held the jock for a long moment, before pressing it to his face and breathing in. Maybe it was his imagination, but he would swear the sent of sweaty man still clung to the yellow fabric. He looked at the stained pouch and his mind ran wild imagining how each spot had come to be on the fabric. His cock was now hard as a rock. He had been so taken in by the old jock he hadn’t noticed the content of the Polaroids. Now looking down again he flipped through one after the other in shock. Each and every one of them showed a naked man. Some had bad lighting, an aggressively bright flash, or were a little out of focus but there was no mistaking the collection of sexy men through the slightly too yellow chroma. Most he would guess were a little older than he was in their mid to late twenties. They were photographed on bed, and couched, lounging outside, and laying on the floor. There had to be maybe fifty photos here, and so far as Luke could tell not a single repeat. He stared at one, a guy maybe his age with messy blond almost shoulder length hair, thick bushy sideburns, a thin lanky body, beautifully thick blond chest hair, and a thick heavy looking cock sprouting from a massive bush flopped over onto a hair leg, lounging in an avocado colored office chair. He was the perfect encapsulation of a time period, and Luke’s cock was hard as a rock. “Are these dad’s?” Luke wondered out loud, setting the pictures on top of the journal. He pulled as small pile of gay magazines from the mid-seventies out of the box next. While the Polaroids had had a younger slant to their models, these magazines were full of older men. The kind of men that Luke hunted for at school. These were guys with thick arms, broad chests, and full mustaches. The kids of men Luke, more often than he would admit to his friends, begged to fuck him. Luke was rubbing his crotch as he thumbed through the magazines. Who had taken these pictures, who’s magazines were these, was his dad into guys, Luke’s mind was racing. His dad had been cool when Luke had come out but he didn’t thing that his dad was even bi. He put the magazines down and picked up the journal, and flipped to the first page with writing. The handwriting was clean, slanting, somewhere halfway between cursive and print, but also matter of fact without extra flourishes or adornments. July 16, 1977 Ive never had a journal, always seemed silly to me. But – someone one said that when you need to sort something out writing it down can help. This just feels stupid though, what do you do just write like you’re talking to someone? I guess fuck it, feeling like an idiot is worth a shot to sort things though. Maybe that’s normal after a once in a life time moment? Ok. Whatever – Three days ago the whole city lost power. That sounds like an exaggeration but it’s true, like a great black sheet was pulled over all of New York. This wave of darkness washed over the city coming from Queens and crashing over Manhattan till everything was dark. 9:30 at night, and the whole city is down. They’re still not completely sure what happened, something about lightning taking out substations, and then overtaxing the grid, and then the main generator not being able to take the strain of the whole city. First it was the TV. The Mets game just blinked off – like the programing had ended for the night, and then our fan stopped and a second later the lights were out. Brett and I were suddenly plunged into darkness. I’d never seen the city that dark before. It was wild. Even with the lights off in the apartment normally there’s is some light from the street, or the apartment across the way, but suddenly there was nothing. For a really long time everything was silent. Then shouting and car horns, people clambering to find their way home. The paper today was full of storied of people being stuck on stalled trains underground for hours before being evacuated. Brett seemed to come to his senses first. He went to the bathroom and found the one candle we keep in there – I don’t need to explain why – and lit it out little living room. He then went an grabbed one of the bags of ice we had been keeping in the freezer and filled a cooler with that and beer. “Shit,” he said, or something like that. I was leaning out of the window, looking down at the street. Everything seemed to have stopped, it seemed like everyone was holding their breath for the power to come back on. But it didn’t. An hour passed, then two, and then three. Nothing. Just blackness. By that time, Brett and I had each gone through a six pack, and the first cooler of ice had turned to mostly freezing water. The beer was nice though, without the fans running the apartment was becoming sweltering. NYC is barely tolerable in the summer with fans, without it them its miserable. I sometimes wondered, when I came home to a muggy apartment and cranked the three box fans to high, how people did it before electricity. All of those clothes too. Fuck. “What made you think to put the ice in the cooler,” I asked Brett eventually. “Hurricanes,” he said as if that was an obvious answer. “What?” “Growing up in Florida you learn that if the power goes out you want to keep certain things cool. The fridge will stay cold for a long time so long as you don’t open it often. So put ice in a cooler and put your drinks in there. Then you’re opening the fridge like one tenth of the times.” “Damn. Smart.” “Just experience living in a shitty swamp.” He laughed. Brad never really talked about growing up – we’d been roommates since college but I still only knew the bare bones of his home life. Something had happened that he didn’t want to talk about. I wondered about it, but it wasn’t the sort of thing you press a guy for. He sat back, taking a long swig of his beer, “fuck though, its hotter than Florida ever was, I cant do this.” He got up and walked to his room. When he came back he had stripped down to just his underpants, a pair of tight-fitting white briefs. Being roommates for years, and both playing sports in college I had seen Brett in his underwear more than once but always in passing we had never just sat around like that. I guess – if I’m being honest with myself, that’s when things started to change. Seeing him sitting there, his legs spread wide, sweat shining on his chest in the dim candle light, his bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs, I started to feel something new. Luke stopped reading. He readjusted his cock in his shorts, his hand coming back slick with precum. He licked it off. His dad hadn’t ever lived in New York, at least not that he knew. He didn’t think any of his relatives had. He pulled out his phone and googled NYC blackout 1977. Shit, that actually happened, who the fuck wrote this? Brett was right though, it was too fucking hot. I went to my room and did the same. I came back and flopped down on the couch in my own briefs. We sat like that for a long time. We’d both been busy since moving to the city, neither of us had a lot of money and had both been working multiple jobs trying to make ends meet. It had been a long time since we had caught up. Despite the heat it was nice to share beers and talk. It was when the conversation drifted to girls and sex that I realized how drunk I was. I freely shared stories of the few dates I’d been on, how they hadn’t worked out, of the couple of girls I had managed to pick up. Brett was quite, not adding much and letting me ramble on. “What about you?” I finally asked. “Oh, I just haven’t been that interested in girls lately.” “Shit, how long’s it been since you got laid.” “A couple of days,” He gave me a look that seemed to dare me to ask questions. “Doesn’t sound like you’re not into girls.” “A bold assumption.” “What?” “You’re assuming that because I got laid there was a girl involved.” There as that look again, daring me, pushing me onward. “If there wasn’t a girl then… what?” “What?” “You had sex with a guy?” He looked down for a moment, almost embarrassed and then looked up, his eyes defiant, “So what if I did, you got a problem with that?” I paused for a long time. That flicker went through me again. I saw his chest rise and fall, the thick hair matted down with sweat. I smelled his sent, manly and raw. I took in the patch of his leg right by his crotch devoid of hair. The swell of his bulge in the white briefs, drew my eyes down, until I finally dragged them back to his face. His strong square handsome face. Big green eyes sparkled at me in the quickly dying candle. I took in his messy blond hair, how it fell in unkempt waves around his shoulders, he thick sideburns that grew down his cheeks. My friend looked exactly the same and yet different. Or maybe I’m different. “No,” I said, after a pause that felt way too long, “I don’t have a problem with that at all.” Another long pause. “So some guy fucked you?” “Another bold assumption,” Brett had some of his confidence back, and grinned. “What?” “I fucked him,” now he was on a roll. Shifting slightly so he was turned towards me on the couch. “How… I don’t… how does that even work.” “You really want me to tell you?” “Yeah… I mean, sure… why not.” “Ok… Or I could show you.” “What,” I was panicking, “I’m not…um…I’m not…” “You’re hard as a rock.” I hadn’t realized it but he was right, and in just my briefs it was totally obvious. I was hard, the thought of Brett fucking a guy had gotten me completely hard. He shifted on the couch and leaned forward, getting closer to my face. “It’s ok, so am I.” In his new position I had an even better view of his crotch and when I looked down I saw an obvious boner pointing off to the side in his briefs. He leaned even closer, I could feel his breath on my face, “So why don’t you let me show you. If you want to stop, we can stop whenever you want.” And then… He kissed me. For the first time in my life a man’s lips were pressed to mine, and what’s more I liked it. It wasn’t like kissing a girl, all soft and sweet smells, it was rough, and scratchy. Brett smelled of sweat and heat. His hand found the back of my head and held me tight. It was different and it took me only a moment to decide I liked it. Our kiss quickly lost all caution, and his big hands pulled me on top of him. I was straddling another man in my underwear when only a few moments before I had never consciously thought about even kissing another man. My hands started to explore him. I felt the roughness of body hair, and his slick skin. I felt his muscles and veins. I felt the heat of his erection pressing into my leg. My heart felt like it was going to explode and I could feel a massive wet spot forming in my underwear at the tip of my own raging erection. I finally broke the kiss, and said “So, how does this work?” Brett smiled, and chuckled, “It’s the same things you do with girls just two guys.” I laughed. “What do you want a girl to do before you fuck her?” “Is one of us getting fucked tonight?” I was suddenly very nervous. “Maybe, but lets cross that bridge when we get there.” He shifted me so I was back on the couch, and then got down on the floor. He moved between my legs. Hooking his thumbs into my briefs he pulled them off and my cock sprung free. “Fuck, I knew you’d have a nice dick.” “You’ve thought about my dick?” “Not as much as I’ve thought about your ass.” He spat on my head, and dove forward. No girl had ever done that to me. I don’t think I’ve got the biggest dick in the world but it’s not small and most girls didn’t like blowing me. Brett however had my cock all the way down his throat in an instant. He didn’t’ gag at all, he just swallowed and slurped. It felt better than anything I had ever done before. My eyes rolled back, my body was tense and pleasure crashed over me. I forgot about the heat, I forgot about the blackout. I forgot about everything. If this is what sex with guys is like…well I don’t know. I guess that’s the problem. “Fuck don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” I said. My fingers now twisted in Brett’s hair. “Oh no you don’t,” Brett said, and pulled off of my cock. I was gasping. My cock was throbbing. I had been so fucking close. He stood up, covered in sweat now. There is no pretending I wasn’t looking at him sexually now, I was. Brett is hot and I now knew it. He pushed his own underpants to the ground and kicked them off into a corner. If I had thought my own cock was bigger than average I was put to shame by him. It was big and thick, with a long hard looking vein running along the top. His balls hung way down low below his shaft, and his pubes were a thick forest at the base. I don’t know how this all is happening, or happened. The beer, the heat? Maybe writing it out will make me understand it. Though if I’m honest writing it all down has just made me horny as fuck again. Brett didn’t have to tell me what to do. I knew. I leaned forward, slid off of the couch so I was on my knees in front of him, and started to give him a blow job. I must have been terrible at it, but in that moment, I was lost. I was just slobbering all over his cock. I had one hand at the base and the other holding his furry ass cheek. Brett was moaning, his hands on the back of my head. He kept pushing his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I felt like my jaw as stretched wider than it ever had been, which is probably true. I tasted the salty sweat, and found instantly that I like it. I could smell his musk even more as my nose got closer to his pubes and it turned me on even more. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re a natural.” I remember him saying that so clearly because it made me feel proud. I slobbered on his cock till my jaw hurt. I think he sensed me slowing down and he let go of the back of my head. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time he shoved his tongue in my mouth. The kiss was rough, and passionate. The kiss you give someone in the throes of lust. “Jaw tired?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied, feeling sheepish about it. “No worries, stamina will come. Come on.” He dragged me out of the living room and into his bedroom. I followed willingly. Once in his bedroom he pushed me back on the bed so I landed on my back. He pulled my legs so my ass was right at the edge of the bed, then he got on his knees again. I thought he was going to suck me off, but he grabbed my legs and pushed my knees into my chest. Then something happened I had never even thought of before. Brett’s tongue brushed against my asshole. He licked it like he was eating a pussy. He pushed against my tight hole, and then danced around the edges. His tongue flicked back and forth, making me moan and squirm. It was like nothing I had ever experienced and it was blissful. My cock was now leaking like a hose and my stomach was covered in precum. My legs started to feel like Jello. Brett’s continuing tonguing of my hole was sending my body into over drive. I felt myself relaxing and giving in to him. His tongue started to push past my hole, entering my virgin ass. “Remember when you asked if one of us was getting fucked tonight?” He asked, his face wet with spit. “Yeah,” I panted. “I think your hole is answering that question for you.” He stuck a finger in his mouth, and drew it out slowly. I gasped as his slick finger pressed against my hole, and then slid inside me. For the first time in my life something had just gone inside my ass. A massive wave of pleasure crashed over my body. I had never felt anything like it before. I wasn’t tense at all, I was relaxed, giving in. He took the finger out, and stuck it and the next one in his mouth. Just as slowly as the first time he pulled them out and then slid them inside my hole. “Do you want that?” “Want what,” I gasped. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “I…” he twitched his fingers inside me, “Fuck, yes I do. I want you to fuck me.” “Good,” he leaned forward and kissed me, “I want to fuck you too.” He took his fingers out of my hole and spit into his hand. First, he smeared the warm spit all over my hole, and then he repeated the movement lubing up his cock. I’d been here with girls before, the moment before penetration, but now the roles were reversed. I felt the blunt head of his cock against my hole. He pushed with a gentle firmness, almost willing his cock inside of me rather than forcing it. He leaned back and dropped a big drop of spit onto his cock. The pressure increased and then my body gave way. His cock entered me and I gasped. Or maybe I screamed. I’m not really sure. Something broke within me, that I do know. The waves of pleasure that had been washing over me was Brett fingered me were now a tsunami. They crashed over me, breaking as I felt his bush against my ass. Softly Brett kissed me. He held me in place, his lips locked to mine as he very, very slowly started to fuck me. I know I was whimpering, I couldn’t help it, it just felt so good. His cock was doing things to me I had never imagined possible. He held me tight even as he increased the pace. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me. All of the affection of our friendship was in this moment. “You ass feels so good.” “I cant belive I’m going to say this, but your cock feels amazing.” “You want to get really fucked now?” “What are we doing now?” “Now I’m just inside you. Do you want me to fuck you like the guy earlier this week? Were you imagining what it would be like to get fucked when I told you about him? Is that what got you hard in the first place?” I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him in for another kiss, and as it broke I said, “Fuck me.” I really cant believe I said that but I did. I said it and I meant it. I said it with hunger and lust. I wanted it. If he had pounded that guy earlier in the week I wanted to be pounded. I wanted to be fucked. Jesus – what does that mean for me? Brett grabbed my legs and reared back. Holding my ankles wide he started to pound. The sound of sweaty skin slapping filled the room. He was grunting and I was yelping as my ass was hammered. I felt the resistance in my ass give way. Is this what girls felt like when they got fucked? Was this something different. Without pulling out Brett shifted us on the bed so he was now above me, fucking down into my hole. With each thrust he stuffed almost the full length of his cock into me and then pulled it out again. I was putty in his hands. Sweat dripped off of him and splashed on my chest. I could smell us both and it was intoxicating. Something changed in Brett’s face. It was contorted, hungry. His breathing was shallow and hard. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes. He was trying not to shoot. I watched him, almost unblinkingly, as he lost the battle, and then with a roar said, “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” He made to pull out, but almost on instinct I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight to my body. I could feel the throb of his cock as he orgasmed. I took his load inside my hole. As his cock spasmed my own gave a powerful jerk and I spattered myself in my own load. We were both panting as our orgasms came to an end. It was a long time before Brett pulled out of me. When he did, he collapsed behind me in the bed, one of his big arms pulled me close and his kissed the back of my neck. Despite the heat we fell asleep like that, his cock nestled against ass, his load deep inside me, the confusion that’s lead me to this stupid journal not yet setting in. “Holy shit.” Luke said – one hand now thrust down his shorts stroking his cock.

https://www.science.org/doi/10.1126/science.add6502 (The actual study) A phase 1 clinical trial with a new HIV vaccine achieved a big step forward for vaccine technology in general that may revolutionize vaccines for a number of pathogens beyond HIV. Here's the logic of broadly neutralizing antibodies (warning - it's "dense")… And the results… In layperson's terms HIV vaccines have been elusive because of how much variation there is in the different strains of HIV. This vaccine is promising because it produces an immune response that can fight most, if not all, strains of HIV. That's a first. And the hope is that a similar approach can be applied to other pathogens (think about how new SARS-CoV2 variants are able to get past immunization - this could end that type of thing.) Yesterday was International AIDS Day. While AIDS had a horrible toll on our community, the silver lining is the advancement in medical technology that's come out of it (once Reagan and Bush Sr. started taking it seriously - the delays were unforgivable). Even the COVID vaccines we have now are thanks in part to research into HIV. The things that were learned in HIV research often apply much more broadly. More here: https://interestingengineering.com/health/hiv-vaccine-triumphs-phase-1

Please succumb to the blood slam offer.🐷 I'm following it closely

Dude! Deapite what the records say, I have been here for literal years. Have I always agreed with policy? no. Have I been censored or admonished? yes,. Did I feel it was unwarranted? also yes. But the thing is. I'm still fucking here! rawTop pays the bills. He hosts the service and he's left it open and free for anyone that is a part of his community, Our community to have a safe space to express what polite society - and even BDSM /Fetish Comminity not only decrys, but outright shuns. Especially when it comes to Bug Chasing and Gift Giving. He doesn't have to do this. He could charge people for the privilege of wasting their time on his patch of cyberspace, He doesn't. As @ErosWiredroswired said, "Its his house" and while as Owner, He doesn't need the likes of me to defend him, I'm pissed off the idea of you disrespecting the man in his own house. That ain't cool and it won't fly. As for Twitter. Twitter has always been a dumpster fire. its only ever been good for porn and spreading devisive tinfoilhat theories and "alternative facts" . Best thing they ever did was ban toxic people supplying misinformation Perhaps its current iteration will go the way of myspace. Perhaps you can do the same.

I would not want to try had loads of side effects from other meds me on Covid one put me on icu

Love the top being hooded,one does not have to see who is seeing you

I'm a big dick top, bear. I prefer to fuck submissive and breedable pussyboys who want, no, NEED cock. I can't put myself in the headspace to be attracted to me, because my breeding drive is too strong. I have a need to put loads in bottoms. I can't undo that. Would I watch a guy like me breed a cute boy? Absolutely. And I have done so many times. Would I fuck me? Nah, I don't have the bottom "breed me" energy I want from a fag.

I love getting piss in my ass. In fact, that’s the only ws I actually like. I’m okay with getting pissed on but I really don’t like drinking it. On my back with my legs in the air with a few guys pissing into my gaped bunt, that would be great!

Holy fuck, I'm on a chastity adventure this week and I can't believe how amazing it feels. I usually jack off every night and don't do stuff because I've sorted my horniness out, since I've been locked up for the past 4 days all I want is to get used and trashed. Every other day this week I've been trashing my hole with the biggest of my toys (see photo) and slowly but surely getting my body used to taking them. Last night I finally managed to take the thick brown one AND the triple dick one all the way TO THE BASE and it felt so good. I even orgasmed anally for the first time (through my cage) when I got to the point of bouncing up and down on the triple cocks. I'm so pent up and feel like such a slut, I just want guys to pass me around and TRY to get off fucking my loose sloppy hole. I'm only supposed to be locked up until Saturday for a big fist session but honestly I might just stay locked until I can cum anally all the time. Please reply with inspiration or telling me what you'd like to do with me to help me become a better locked slut xx

I mean in all honesty I'm already a bottom and already a cumdump slut, but I did find my standards slipping and my risk threshold increasing the hornier I got from being caged, so I was at the point of accepting all offers from faceless to downright shady profiles on apps round to fuck and breed my holes.

Interesting: different strokes for different folks. I would consider it rude that a mouth/throat not finish the job and quietly vie for my attention, affection (pat on the head) and seed while I answer the homecunt's or boss's call. Hometown/cunt advantage always trumps random cocksuckers. Of course, I'd leave and choose what's obviously more important than one blow job. However, if the cocksucker is a regular, then it should know better - they focus on cock and that's all that matters. I guess it's different if the hardon goes away. I once took the homecunt's call and she knew I'd stepped out and was upset: erection fell, blowjob was over, I left to eat cunt and explain (silver-tongued and fluent in cunnilingus). But if the hardon stays, the mouth/throat should too. Other than that time, I've answered and have never had a good fag back off and/or turn down an opportunity to serve. Most if not all have been happy to have a cock stuffed down their throat so the ultimatum is a rather new one on me. Have guys chosen your mouth over a wife or work call? I've had one cocksucker get "pissed" when, after he kept sucking even after I told him I had to pee, I let loose and urinated in his mouth. He spit it out and said I was gross and "shouldn't have done that." I replied something to the effect of "you suck dick and should be prepared for what comes out of it." Then, I got out of his truck and blocked his sniffies account since he was big talk about being freaky when he reached out - no big deal to me. To each his own and I thought it was over. He now has another one account with the same avatar, reaches out to me on occasion, and practically begs to meet up again. There are other dicks he could suck, but that felt like an ultimatum that I wish to continue to honor: that's too much drama and there are too many talented cocksuckers around. I guess that's how you feel about guys who you feel are distracted while you're putting in your good work, no?

Chapter Three: The Haircut. I heard him pick something up off of the floor, and then the whirring sound of hair clippers. They came close to my head, and before I knew it he was shaving my lovely hair off. Part of me was gutted, I loved my hair, but the other part of me was turned on that this highly charged viral stud was shaping me to how he wanted me to be, taking complete control over me. I felt safe, and very subMISSIVE. Now a skinhead and at this fucker's mercy I was lost in a piggy trance to his alpha authority. He took a hold of the leash and tugged; - C'mon ... He directed me as I crawled on all 4's into his living room, and once there I was ordered to sit up right, kneeling with my ass cheeks resting on my heels. There I was, naked except his red rubber jockstrap, the steel chastity locking up my now pointless dick, a leather blindfold, a leather collar and leash, but he was not done yet. Next went on a wooden clothes peg to each nipple ... - OoooouuUUcH - Take long slow deep breaths and remember why you are doing this. - Yes Sir. My nipples had always been super sensitive, yet through training over time with Sir Bill not only would they become much bigger, the arousing sensation they produced through playing with them would now be completely and not just partly redirected to my cunt now that my pointless dick was now locked. They would also very much increase in how sensitive they would become. Sir now took a permanent red marker pen and wrote on my chest; ''Sir'', on my torso; ''is going'', on my belly; ''to'' .... then he came around to my back and on my upper back he wrote; ''poz'', and finally below on my thoracic back he wrote; ''me.'' ''Sir Is Going To Poz Me'' Now looking very different to how I arrived a short time ago he stood back and took some photos of his pig in training. For the next few hours he sat in his armchair drinking non alcoholic beer and puffing on a cigar, head to toe in fresh smelling leather. All that time I remained blindfolded, but I could smell the leather on my face from earlier, and his cigar smoke. I only spoke when I was spoken to, and Sir did not speak much, just generally puffing on his cigar and drinking his beers. For the first hour he verbally remained silent, until he piped up... - Do you know what the term Viral Load means in regards to HIV, boy? - Yes Sir, I have read about it. - Have a guess what mine is. - Erm, I don't know ... a million? - Way out, guess again. - Um, eight hundred thousand? - You are still way out pig, you get one more guess. - Er *I gave a big pause as I thought, which way do I go, up or down* ... Erm, four hundred thousand? He stood up, walked over to me, knelt behind me, spread my legs, and placed a leather covered finger from a gloved hand on my cummy neg cunt hole. I gasped. He leaned into my ear, and once again his gruffly voice spoke to my inner depraved pig; - Four Million, three hundred and seventy one fucking thousand, boy. I groaned and whimpered in ecstasy to which he cockily laughed; He knew exactly who I was and what I wanted, and needed! 😈 ... He got up and stood in front of me. - If I gave your cunt a good hard brushing with a tooth brush then fucked you hard and came deep inside your cunt right now I'd say there would be a very good chance you'd become HIV positive. Well, that sent me over the edge as surges of actual electric jolts surged through my cunt, jolt after jolt after jolt... - Oh my Go.. Oh my Go.. Uh, uh uh *I began to pant and moan heavily* Sir took one big puff on his cigar and blew it in my face, and sat back down in his chair. A good half hour of verbal silence ensued. Then... - You definitely want to become HIV positive, is that correct? - Yes Sir. - You want Sir's angry serpent 🐍 to spit it's highly charged viral corrupted DNA deep in your guts, corrupting your DNA in the process, pig? - Yes Sir. The next sentence he uttered he said extremely sternly and very loudly... - You want my highly charged viral corrupted DNA flowing through your veins forever more? IS THAT WHAT YOU FUCKING WELL WANT? His full on alpha attitude with his matter of fact stern words booming out into the room sent me over the edge, and once again electrical jolts surged through my cunt, but this time they did not stop until Sir intervened. For the next half hour the surges came at me, wave after wave, leaving me whimpering in a highly aroused state. I already forget I had a dick, and my complete focus was on Sir, and my cunt. Still in an aroused whimpering state Sir stood up and led me on all 4's to the bathroom where he made me kneel in a waterless bath. Already with a blindfold on my head he now attached a urinal gag, only one way for piss to go, into my greedy piggy guts. I already drank a load earlier at the gym, but this was nothing like I had ever drank before, because it was insane copious amounts. - I've not pissed in the two hours I drank my six beers, get ready pig, because a big piss is coming your way. I heard the first splash of his warm, salty, golden juice hit the urinal gag, and very quickly felt it gush into my mouth and down my throat. I found my gulping rhythm very quickly, thank goodness, as he pissed a hard stream for a good few minutes. At the end of being used as a human urinal I felt full. - Good boy, pig. He helped me out of the bath, and removed the urinal gag. He then attached a black silk cape that covered my body neck to toe. He lead me towards the porch and put my trainers on for me. - Stay there. I am taking you for a ride. Where was he going to take me?

Chapter One: Halloween ~ Gym Fun Before I knew it my dick became hard, my cunt twitched, and I wanked over his pics for a good few hours with all kinds of depraved fantasy filth going through my mind until I shot a big medicated neg load. Including today this would be my wank routine for the 7 days. Although on the second day of these 7 days I subCONSCIOUSLY stopped taking my PrEP and adjusted my profile regarding this accordingly. None of this p☢️z bull's pics showed his face or nude body pics; They were all faceless and body dressed in full Leather gear, with some images of his beautiful t☣️xic serpent-Dick 🐍. Some pics of his Dick showed it in soft mode, others he had a full on erection, showing off his 12* in length and 5" in girth monster. When fully erect it pointed directly upwards which showed off the tatted serpent that wrapped around his shaft from the base all the way to the tip where the serpent's tongue slithered out. On the eighth day I opened his profile again, and started wanking off, [banned word] at his pics, when suddenly a message from this stud-bull came through. He had also been looking at my profile (with face, body and ass pics) every day but had his tracking hidden so I didn't know he had been keeping a close eye on me. The subJECT to his message was; ''Oi, fAGGOT.'' I let go of my dick as my cunt twitched to reading his stern opening line. I opened his message, it read as follows; Listen up pig, either we fuck, or I block you. What is it to be? If we are to fuck, you will give me your number, NOW! Instead of logging out or closing the tab I flipped my laptop shut. I stood bolt upright, and paced around my home. Here I was having in the 2 years that I had been on PrEP 💊 not taken it now for 7 days, and being proP☣️Zitioned by a high viral old top. He had pushed my most inner button, and now I found myself wondering if I should switch that inner button back off as the counselling had taught me, or just let go. I had to forget about this for a while, so I jumped in the shower, washed, and douched (in case I got lucky), and headed off to the gym. I usually worked out two hours a day Monday to Saturday, working out my lower body 4 times a week and my upper body twice a week. Needless to say the best part to my young body was my high round tight ass. I was naturally only slightly hairy, but what hair I did have I like to shave off, all over, pubic hair too. The only hair on my body was my hair which was a few inches long which I groomed into a messy spikey style. Familiar faces at the gym were surprised to see me there on a Sunday, and they included a 47 year old fellow gay, and a 54 year old hairy rugby build married guy. This extra day at the gym I decided to work out my ass again, so for the fifth time this week. I worked out a little longer than usual so to time it that I went to the showers the same time as my married hairy rugby stud. He finished working out, and off he went, and I followed. He stripped naked, locked his belongings in the locker, threw his towel over his broad muscular shoulder, and headed off to the shower cubicles. He was one of these men that was not discreet when in the changing room and just let himself be naked as much as he could, and why not, what a fine specimen he was. He went into his shower cubicle, purposefully leaving the cubicle door open, hit the shower on and faced outwards as the hot water sprayed all over his solid rugby build, his wet chest hair now clinging to his well built pecs. He rubbed himself all over, and stroked his Dick until he was fully erect, because he just KNEW I would be sniffing about 😉 He looked out of his shower cubicle and sure enough there I stood, watching him. He smirked, motioned me in where the usual happened. The cubicle door would shut, I would be pushed under the shower with my hands pressed against the shower tiles, my body bent over and my rugby stud just sliding in, no lube, no foreplay, just a no holes barred RAW fuck. A few minutes of rutting and he nutted in my guts. 💦 💦💦 Once spent he withdrew, and motioned me towards the cubicle door where he made me kneel down facing him where I was made to lick his Dick clean. Once done I left his shower area with his seed in my ass. My 47 year old fellow gay was standing outside his shower cubicle, towel wrapped around his waist. As he went to go into his cubicle he motioned me to follow. Once both inside he removed his towel, got me to kneel in front of him, then he done something he had not done before. He put his flaccid Dick into my mouth and just held it there, and then, he started pissing into my mouth. We had only fucked until now. I was taken by surprise and I instinctively started gulping down his warm golden juice. With a stomach full of piss I got to sucking him from flaccid to his state of being fully erect, and that did not take long. And now he needed to unload. He pulled me to my feet, switched the shower on and just like with my hairy rugby bull my hands pressed against the warm wet tiles as Dick number two of the day entered me, no lube, just shoved in, not that any lube was needed as I already had a load nutted into my ass. A few quick minutes of fast hard fucking and a second load was being sprayed into my greedy guts. My second gym buddy withdrew, and again like my rugby hunk made me kneel in front of him to clean him up. I went home and now felt hornier than ever, so I flipped my laptop back open and logged back in. There was another message from the intoxicating t☣️xic bull, what did it say I thought, trembling now with anticipation. I opened it; - And now you go silent. You have until midnight to reply, or I am blocking you. He had no intention of blocking me really, he was just having fun luring me into his t☣️xic lair! 😈 I hurriedly typed out a message; - Sorry Sir, I went to the gym. My number is ... I wrote out my number, then hit ''send''. What the fuck have I done?

My dad would know it is me instantly. I’ve been sucking his cock since I was 4yo and still do to this day. It’s THE BEST COCK AND CUM ON EARTH. So he knows my tongue, the back of my throat, my swallowing and my moans of pleasure. The only thing better is when he breeds me with it.

I love cleaning his cock after he dumps a load in me, drinking his piss, then sucking his dick until he is ready for round two. That usually lasts longer and I get to feel the full power of the top and I know that my place is to serve superior men.

This is one of the stories i am very eager to see completed

When I’m in bottom mode I love the feeling of a man orgasming inside me. The DNA exchange is hot af

My local cruising area is a large woods and quite popular during the day. So iam having a wander around see if there is anyone playing and a guy about 60ish nods at me as he passes. He`s walking down to a very quiet place where ive had fun before so I follow him. He`s turning round to see if iam there then he goes into the bushes. When I get in there with him he has stripped off and is bent over putting lube up his arse. Iam already hard so just drop my shorts and rub my cock on his hole. he pushes back and iam in him. I suspect he`s had a couple of other loads up him as he`s very wet and slippery and this make me want to fuck him harder. I know Iam about to blow so ask him where he wants it. " just fill me up" he says A couple more thrusts and Iam starting to shoot. Iam gripping his hips so hard as I blow right up his soaking wet hole. When I pull out there is another guy behind me and he takes over. I move round to the front and the guy starts to suck me off. So horny watching this other guy fuck him knowing my load is in there.