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There he is. His delicious ass staring me right in the face. I’ve been viewing his profile on Grindr for weeks now too timid to reach out. How could a hottie like this ever want to get on his hands and knees for me? He finally reached out and now here I am face to face with what looks like the tastiest dessert I’ll eat this year. I’m a sucker for short, thin guys my age with toned bodies and I can feel myself dripping just looking at him. “What do you want to do with my hole” Chris says wiggling his ass at me. “I’m going to take my time with my tongue. I want to taste you and spread you open. Then I’m going to put in one finger, then two, then three.” Still wiggling his has, Chris says, “What else are you going to do?” In a playful tone. I can sense his hole was hungry and only a cock will satisfy him. “I’m going to flip you on to your back, put your ankles on my shoulders and look you in the eyes while I plow you” “Give it to me!” Chris says to me almost moaning. I’m already rock hard. No foreplay needed. Just the sight of his amazing ass is enough. My clothes already off, I move in. I spread his ass apart and I see his hole. He has just a bit of hair growing around it, and plenty on his legs and balls. Delicious! I can feel myself throbbing. “Are you going to give my hole what it wants?” Chris asks. I don’t need to respond. Instead, I start licking his hole. The taste is even better than I thought it would be. I can hear Chris moaning and feel him pushing his ass into my face. He likes his hole getting played with, and I definitely like playing with it. I start pushing my tongue inside, I can feel Chris start playing with his cock. I withdraw. “Don’t cum. Remember, you’re supposed to cum in me later.” I say to him, lusting for his cock inside me. “Oh you’ll get my cock for sure mister.” He replies “Keep tonguing my hole” I’m back at it now. I can do this forever, but my cock is yearning to be inside him. I pull back and put a finger in, then two, then three. I need that hole to take my meat. “You ready for a good fuck” I ask Chris “Never been more ready” he says back to me I flip him over on to his back and see his glorious cock. It must be 7 inches, just big enough to hurt a little but not too much. The perfect size for a breeding. “Do you have any condoms?” “No” Chris replies “Raw is law. If that’s a problem for you….” I cut him off “Hell no!” His hole is already loose and wet, I line my 8 inches up and glide slowly inside him. I can feel his hole tense up on my cock and then relax, he’s a pro. I push in all the way, listening to him moan. I put his ankles up on my shoulders and move on top of him, looking him directly in his eyes. I started thrusting slowly, listening to his moans. He grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. He is smooth and tight! I start thrusting harder, really making him moan. “Fuck me like the bitch I am” he says breathing heavily “Give my hole what it wants” “Your pussy is mine you filthy little whore” I growl back at him. “Yes sir, I’m a whore. Give this whore what he needs” He growls back with a demented look on his face. I start fucking him harder. I push deep into him. He likes it rough. His hole is so good, it hasn’t been that long at all and I’m about to cum. “Cum in my pussy” Chris says to me looking into my eyes. “Fuck yea” I reply as I pump a two-week load deep into his guts. Laying down next to him catching my breath, he says “Wanna get a little freakier this time?” “You bet your sweet tight ass” I say to him winking. He slaps me in the face hard. “Get you hand and knees faggot” he says to me. I obey his command. He has quite a commanding presence for someone his size. I can hear him spit, then I feel it on my hole. He starts rubbing his cock on me, then more spit. “You’re going to take every inch of this cock, understand faggot?” he says to me. “Yes” I reply I feel a stinging slap to my ass. “That’s yes sir you slutty little faggot” I can feel myself get hard again. I love this. “Yes sir” I reply back I can feel my hole spread open. He’s thicker than I thought he would be. This may hurt a bit more than I expected, especially since Chris didn’t use any lube. I don’t care, I want him to fuck me. He pushes hard into me and slides in. It stings, but I want it badly. “Fuck me sir, Fuck me like you hate me” I say to him, pain and pleasure consuming me. “Glady slut” he fires back, pulling all the way out and pushing back in hard. I pull away ever so slightly then feel him grab my ass with both hands pulling me back. “No, no” he says “This ass is mine until I’m done” “Yes sir” “Good bitch” he replies Chris does not start off slow. He works my hole open with his cock, fast and hard, stretching my insides out in the process. After a few minutes, all I feel is utter bliss as his cock quickly rushes in and out of me. His breathing picks up, I think he’s getting close. “You want this load inside of you faggot?” he asks me “Yes sir, I do. I want it bad” “Damn right” he says to me “I’m going to knock you up like the whore you are” Must be some kind of kink, but damn is this hot! This guy likes dirty talk and knows how to use his dick. I love a talented vers guy. I’ll play along. “Yes sir, knock this pussy up” I say, almost goading him. Chris howls as I feel his dick pulse, a warm rush filling me. He collapses on top of me, I can feel him breathing on my neck. “Enjoy your gift” He whispers in my ear. Interesting choice of words, but he is a quite a fuck. I consider his rough dicking a gift. “Thank you for your deposit sir” I say back. “You free next weekend to wreck me again?” “Only if you fuck me first” He says to me, pulling out and laying down next to me. “I’ll be rougher next time” I reply winking at him. “you better be” I get off the bed and put my clothes on. I walk out to the car. This was one hell of a night, and Chris wants a repeat next weekend. I’ve hit the lottery. -End of Part 1-

Part 12 The pain that instantly took over everything I was now became the only focus I was capable of. It was as if the world had disappeared and all that surrounded me was nothing but a blinding horrific pain filled blackness. No sounds, no smells....nothing but the unmerciful increase of the pain and silent darkness of my mind. So, I thought to myself, this is how it feels to die. After I don't know how long, I was vaguely aware of hearing voices. They sounded far away and I couldn't make out any words but it was something my mind struggled to hold onto, to pull me out of the blackness. But even as I began to hear the voices grow louder and began to feel a warm breeze touching my skin, my growing alertness also brought the intense unbearable pain into sharp and undeniable reality. I tried to scream, to make words, but I couldn't. I didn't want to but I opened my eyes and cried out at the unexpected brightness of the sun-filled afternoon. “Hey there daddy,” I heard a voice say. “I'm glad you're back with us. Just in time to feel me shove the last inch of my cock into your tight cheating married ass!” Then I felt a powerful thrust against my body and finally found my voice. “No!! Don't, please!! What's going on?!! Please, oh please make it stop hurting!” I was sobbing and trying to understand what was happening. “Look at me, daddy,” I heard the same voice say, in a commanding tone that I knew I had to obey. I looked towards the voice, my vision beginning to clear and I saw my naked body stretched out, legs spread wide, and between my legs a naked sweat-covered handsome young man grinning at me lustfully. “Drew,” I whispered hoarsely as I recognized him and images of today began moving into my drug-fogged mind. His smile widened. “Yeah daddy, it's me. Drew. Your son. Remember all the fun we've been having?” As he spoke I felt more pain, a newer kind of pain as if my insides were being pulled out. “Oh fuck! That hurts! Why? What?! No, no, my son is Jeremy. Not Drew.” The pieces still hadn't all fallen into place yet in my head and I was confused. The pain was making it hard to concentrate. I saw a look of surprise briefly cross Drew's face. “Jeremy? Jeremy's your son?” “Yes,” I answered wondering why he asked that. Before I could say more though Drew spoke again. “But today I'm your son, daddy. Drew. Your own son. The one you wanted to fuck you. That you begged to fuck your cheating married ass and take your virginity. Remember, daddy? Remember sucking in the fuck smoke then begging for my cock? Your son's cock in your cherry hole?” As he said this I felt a movement inside me as he slid balls deep into me again. And I remembered. I remembered everything. I moaned, dimly aware of three things almost all at the same time: (1) I felt Drew begin moving his cock in and out of my ass; (2) I felt a pulsing in my own cock; and (3) I realized the pain, although it was still terrific, was not as bad as just a few moments before. “Mmmmm,” I sighed. “Oh fuck yes I remember. But it hurts too much. I can't take it. Please, please pull out of me.” Drew, his gaze fixed on me, ran his hands up my thighs, over my abs and stopped at my pecs even as his in-and-out movements continued. He took both of my nips between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pulled on them. I moaned and arched my back enjoying the sensation on my nips and for a short moment almost forgetting the pain of his cock inside me. “I know how good it feels to have your nips played with,” I heard Drew whisper softly as I lay there with my eyes closed feeling myself getting turned on. “I like making you feel good, daddy. And I can make you feel really good with my cock. I promise. Don't make me stop daddy. Let me fuck you some more and show you. Let your son 's cock make you feel good, daddy. Okay?” His fingers on my nips, his seductive voice, his promise to make me feel good all worked together to weaken my resistance. And as I tried to think more clearly I couldn't deny that the pain that had wracked my body and my mind when he first put his cock in me had now become more uncomfortable instead of unbearable. Apparently Drew took my silence to mean I didn't want him to fuck me more because I heard him say, “I think you need some help to persuade you, daddy.” I opened my eyes to see him looking at me. “And we have the help you need. Ryan, let our Daddy Justin have some more smoke. He gets so naughty when he does.” Drew had hardly finished when I saw a hand holding the glass pipe move it to my lips and lighting a flame under the packed bowl. “That's it stud. Suck in that fuck smoke and get nasty with us.” I looked up and saw Ryan's face smiling at me as I inhaled the swirling smoke. “Yeah man,” he said. “Get all the fuck smoke you can. Then enjoy getting fucked.” As soon as I started sucking on the pipe my eagerness for more hot raw sex quickly grew. As I started on my second hit Drew began moving his hips faster, sliding his hard bare cock in and out of my hole in a perfect rhythm. I was feeling more and more pleasure, the earlier pain becoming a distant memory. I blew out my second cloud and looked into Drew's dark eyes. I moved my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. “Oh hell baby! That feels so good. Your cock feels so damn good inside me! Fuck me son! Fuck your dad and give me your cum!” Drew's grinned hungrily at me. “You fucking got it daddy! Your son is going to fucking knock you up! Hold on stud!” (to be continued)

I’ve never fucked with a groom at his wedding, but I did suck off my nephew’s best man during the reception. And 6 weeks ago, I attended a wedding out of state. During the rehearsal dinner, one of the groomsmen, and I started flirting. Heavily. And we figured out the other was a pig. So we made plans to hook up after the wedding the following afternoon. Turned out he parties, and since he was local had all the supplies we needed. We spent 18 hours in bed, and when our romp regrettably came to an end, we both walked out of the hotel room with a smile on our face.

I’ve always known that I am a cumdump at heart. Maybe not in so many words but it’s always been clear. I love to think about cocks and balls and those fucking awesome swimmers. I can edge for days without touching myself and just lose myself drooling over the idea of that sperm and pulsating cocks shooting into hungry holes. I’ve always been an enthusiastic cum swallower. There’s never been any question in a hook up that I don’t want to see those tadpoles seeing open air. But despite being on prep, I’ve somehow never been able to take the plunge. Then last night I hit it off on Grindr with the guy working the front desk at my hotel. I don’t know what was different. But instead of leading him on or dragging things out I ended being super direct saying I really thought he was hot and it would make me deliriously happy if he could fuck me raw and cum in me balls deep. He said he couldn’t leave his post but that there was a bathroom in the lobby and he could sneak away and fuck me there. Again, so not like me. Sex in public. Meeting someone. I know this probably sounds pretty basic to most of you on here. But it’s something I’ve always talked myself out of. But jerking off hasn’t been cutting it. Not scratching my itch. So I did it. I walked straight into that lobby bathroom without looking in his direction. It was late and there was no one else there. I went to the furthest stall and just dropped my pants and briefs with my back to the door. I fired off a final text that I was ready and wanted his load so bad. I heard the door open and suddenly he was in the stall behind me. I didn’t even bother to turn around. That’s the thing I didn’t really give a fuck what he looked like. I just cared that he needed to cum. With my head pressed against the conrete wall looking down all I could see was his tattooed legs. Then he was inside me. Then we were fucking. And I realized that this strangers bare cock was inside me. That he was horny and hard and my hole was getting him off. I felt … euphoric. Knowing that my hole would be wrapped around that cock when his orgasm came. The power of that fucking orgasm inside me. And then he’d blast his load, his fucking sperm into me. I felt..right. It felt right. And when he did blast his load, I was in heaven. Knowing those swimmers were burrowing their way inside me. This guy who I didn’t fucking know. Didn’t know his name or face but his dna was already owning me. That I had given him that pleasure and release, that the deflating cock and shuddering male breathing heavily behind me were a result of me - felt so simple and purposeful. I got back to my room with his load still in me. I don’t think I imagined that my mood changed. I felt calm and satisfied. Almost high. And now I’m just thinking about how this has been accessible to me this whole time. I’ve just been too scared to indulge. No more. Enough time and opportunity wasted. Honestly it’s cause of this board that I finally worked up the courage to be true to myself and grow past my own insecurities. I’m so happy I did. I’m already on Grindr see who I can find to continue this new chapter without hesitation.

I am bred a lot but I thought this one was worth mentioning. I was at my local video store last night cruising as usual. I saw a young guy checking me out and sort of following me. I got the signs that he wanted me because every time I would walk by him he would start to go into a booth. He wanted me to follow. I just ignored him because I assumed he was a bottom and I didn’t want to have to waste time telling him I only bottomed as well. Her was being persistent and I don’t like to be rude so I followed him into a booth. He instantly got down to it and started rubbing his dick through his sweat pants. I started rubbing his dick and get got real close to me. I don’t usually kiss so I kept my face sort of turned away from his. I kept rubbing his dick and he pulled down his sweat pants. He had a smallish dick for me. Probably 7? But it a little thicker and that was a plus. He was not interested in my dick at all. He kept rubbing my ass and wanted my hands on his dick. He was so masculine for a younger guy I was a little taken a back. He went in for a kiss and he kissed incredibly! I was in heaven. I went down and started sucking him. He was not big so I was able to show some good oral skills. He stood me up and turned me around and went right to town on my pussy. He played with it then used spit to finger me. He liked up his dick and slid in me with little effort. He wasn’t slow about it. He treated it like it was a real cunt. He went to town on fucking me occasionally pulling me close to kiss the back of my neck. After a few minutes I heard the familiar sound of a man getting ready to breed me. He unloaded in me but held me tight so that he could make sure he totally bred me. All while kissing the back of my neck. When he pulled out he turned me around and started kissing me again. It was all I could do to keep his load in me at this point. I thanked him of course and in a deep masculine voice he said no.. thank you. I pulled up my pants and left the booth. It doesn’t happen often anymore but sometimes men surprise me. Looking at him I wouldn’t have thought he was as masculine as he was and that he was such a good fuck!! I hope I see him again.

Trucker at rest stop. He saw me checkin' out the truckers as I walked by them all to see if any dudes were lookin for some ass. Grabbed my junk a few times to get anyone's attention, and finally one trucker seemed to take notice. I pretended to drop something, bent over in front of his truck, trying to let him know my ass was horny for more cock. Aw yeah, I was still dripping from the 2 loads I took just before, had a huge wet stain on the outside of my pants right on my ass, totally noticeable. The trucker got out and started walking towards the service area, rubbing his package as he went by. I got turned on when I saw his bulge, and that he looked rugged, masculine, like a real man in heat needing to breed. Looked to be in his early-mid 30's, white, facial hair, no shirt, black leather vest, opened, big arms, tattoos, worn jeans w/ precum on his bulge which got my ass horny as fuck! And I followed the sounds of his boots as he quickly walked to the station. Went in bathroom, some young jock was takin a piss. The trucker stood right next to him and whipped out his fat fock and started pissing in the urinal next to him. I wasn't sure where this was going, but now my heart was started to beat pretty hard. There were only 2 urinals, so I pretended to be washing my hands at the sink but was watching the 2 of them the whole time. The trucker kept lookin at the punk w/ no reservations about it. I was impressed but a little uncomfortable until the kid looked over at him, I think he even looked down at his cock! The trucker finished b4 the punk, and while he stood there shakin' it off, I went into a stall. He wasted no time. My knees were on the floor instantly and he was ramming his hammercock down my throat. He was forceful, but I expected him to be. He pushed me off his dick, zipped up, walked out of the stall and signaled me to leave by pointing w/ his thumb, which I knew meant, "C'mon, bitch, this way." The young jock kid was at the sink watching us. I followed him back to his truck. Hopped up in his cab, and from there he took over. He didn't even want me to suck him off anymore. He just instantly grabbed me, spun me around, ripped my jeans down exposing my ass, and told me to give him my ass. Which I did. He called me a few more names while drillin his thick bare dick up my hole. "You like that, huh pig? It was hot as fuck. Then he really started fucking the hell out of my ass, push my face down in the seat, and told me he was about to feed me his load, "I'm not pulling out. Gonna dump my fucking load up your ass, slut." That got me moaning pretty loud. He slapped me around a bit pushing my head harder into the seat and began to moan as he slammed his whole body into my rear, thrusting his big dick further up my hole than he had gotten yet. Felt his dick throb and swell like 5 times as he blew his load deep up my gut... Kicked me out of his truck before i had time to pull up jeans. Went home feeling like a wet sloppy cumfucked raped victim. Oh and the young jock hotty, well I'll let you know how that went later. Let's just say he enjoyed cruising the rest stop that night, too. Need someone to catch this shit on camera sometime! Fuck.

Chapter 3 The Guy pushed his cock back in the Kid’s mouth and said “ You better get my cock real wet if you know what’s good for you”. The Kid didn’t understand what he meant but knew enough that he wanted to do what he was told to get this over as soon as possible. Even though that by now his mouth was feeling pretty dry he was managing to get a nice wet looking head on the cock. The Guy shoved his cock balls deep n the Kid’s mouth, the Kid gaged on it in response. It wasn’t that this cock was all that big, but the actions caught him off guard. The guy felt this and said “ No better way to get a cock wet than to gage on it “. The guy did this a couple more times and said “ I guess that will have to do, your fault if it isn’t wet enough “. The Kid wasn’t sure what he meant but his next words rang home. He told the Kid “ Drop those pants and bend over, show me that cunt everyone enjoyed the other night ‘. The Kid was shocked. The guy grabbed the Kid and pulled him up and spun him around. He slapped the Kid on the ass and told him to get those pants down unless he wanted him to rip them off him, and then let the Kid figure a way to get out without security cameras seeing his bare ass. The Kid unbuckled his pants and pushed them and his briefs down to the floor. This made him bend over and when he started to straighten back up the guy held him over in the bent position and told the Kid “ Hold those cheeks open, let’s see that little rosebud “. The Kid did as he was told and when he reached back to open his ass cheeks his head bumped into the porcelain urinal. The guy saw this and bent the Kid a little more so that his head was in the urinal. The guy chuckled and said “ Get use to it, this is your life from now on “. The Kid looked down and noticed that the urinal hadn’t been flushed and it had a nasty acidic smell. The guy noticed this also and said “ Here, let me help you “. He reached over and pulled the flush handle and the water began to flush the pee. The problem was that with the Kid’s head in the urinal the water was running over the Kid’s head soaking his hair and face. The guy knew what he was doing and when the Kid let his cheeks go he slapped him on the ass and said “ I said, Hold those open “! The water had stopped and the Kid reached back and spread his cheeks again. He felt the head of the Guy’s cock press against his hole. All the Kid could think is that it had been over three weeks since he had anything in his ass and he was finally tight again and here was this average hard cock trying to get in him, and it was a dry, no lube. He figured that it would not get in. The Guy pushed in and held the Kid’s hips so he couldn’t get away. The sharp pain was intense. It felt like that cock was trying to take his hole inside with it. To the relief of the Kid, the guy pulled back. The guy let a big drop of spit fall onto the head of his cock. Then he grabbed the Kid’s shoulders and pushed hard in the Kid. The cock popped in the Kid’s dry and tight hole. The Kid cold only moan “ No” into the urinal. The guy said “ Yes, take it you little slut ”. The guy stared working his cock I and out of the Kid. He had a strong enough grip on the Kid that he was leaving marks on his shoulders. To the Kid it felt like the cock was pulling his hole inside out on the strokes. As the guy pumped more up the Kid there was a little slipperiness staring. The Kid wasn’t sure where it was coming from. He remembered how much the guy produced precum and figured it must be that. What the Kid didn’t know was that the Guy had been chewing tobacco and the spit wad was loaded with tobacco juice. The Kids ass looked pretty nasty with that as lube. The Guy stared pumping harder and moved his hands to the kid’s throat. This scared the Kid, and the natural reaction was that he tightened his ass. The guy felt this and said “ Yeah, tighten that cunt, I am going to blow a big load in you “. The cock pistoning in the Kid’s ass was still dry, that was turning out to be a rough dry ass fuck. Any moisture from the spit or other natural lubes was gone now. The guy grabbed the Kid’s hips and pulled him close. He started jabbing his cock up the Kid’s now sore shit chute. He wanted the Kid to remember what he was getting and would get in the future. With the jabbing movements of the guy the Kid was hitting his head on the urinal again. The guy pulled the Kid back and held his cock inside the Kid and said “ There you go, take it all. I’m going to knock you up you little cock teasing bitch “. The Kid wasn’t sure who he was talking to at that moment.

Tom; Since a few days, i started to chat online with an older bloke who did make a pass on me here on breedingzone. The guy was about 80 kilometers away to the south of the country. Oops where are my manners; first a bit about me : I am a shy guy, i am totally out as gay, but it does not mean that i go to gay parades to celebrate the fact that i am happy to be gay. I am a European guy, 6'tall, normal workingbody, dark blond hair, and a good sized dick oh yes for the number guys, i am 44. I like to make fun with my straight friends who know i am gay, but they do not give a toss about this, they just like my company and my jokes. And mostly i am the one they make jokes about. I hardly date with guys, since i still share a house with my ex-boyfriend, and another guy who lives with us. My sexlive is as good as not existing. So from time to time i use the regular dating apps to see if i can chat to somebody, in the hope i could meet them when my housefriends are on holiday, and i do what i like. without them making fun of it. The older bloke is called Pete and he is about 58 a big guy, daddy body about 6'20 and what i can tell from his pictures well endowned with a big fat daddy cock. After we did get in contact here, soon we started to chat on Telegram, in the beginnning it was small talk about normal things in live, situations of dating, holidays, and art. It did not take long and soon the conversations would end up on long sextalks. In the beginning he was curious about my past experiences. I did discuss with him first the sexuall abuse i had encoutered as a kid, and that it had troubled a bit my view on sex with men. Somehow already from a young age i felt that i was not good as everyone else. I was smart, well aware what was happening around me, but never had the feeling i did fit in with the rest of the crowd. At school bullies would pick on me, and calling me names, although i was looking like any other straigth kid. Pete must have felt that i was downgrading myself, when i told him that i had a lack of selfrespect, and mostly to scared to date, because of my past. Soon enough i was talking about my experiences on sex, who where very vanilla, to mostly sucking dicks and sometimes a safesex fuck with a guy. There was nothing i could say to him that would make him think i am some slut going from one bloke to another. I explained my situation with my expartner, and soon he said, "yeah not easy to date then". Pete was very friendly to me, and he seemed controlled, a bit dominant, or maybe an aura of a fathertype. When he started to explain his sexlive, it was totally the opposite of mine. He told me that he is a total sexpig, that he like to do chems, go full bare, does groupactions, filming, hardplay, everything you can think off when it comes to sex. Me being like a novice it was a bit an eyeopener, and not sure for my self what i should do with this knowledge. He was sending me pictures via telegram of all his debaucheries, him fucking guys in all poses, sometimes in a total jeans gear, sometimes a soldier, leatherdaddy and so on. His likes where definitly other then mine. Soon it was not avoidable that he asked me if i was up for a meeting. My friends where out for the month on holiday, so i had enough time to spare and to have some fun. The question is could i go that far that i would be able to keep up with the likes of Pete. He seemed to me a very demanding sexbeast ready to crash all my limits, which where a lot at that time, just because it was not really a scene guy. I did not answer right away, so i told him i would give it a thought, and that i would come back to him, by thursday for the upcoming weekend to meet. I told him once again that chems and bare where not my scene, and i that i would only have sex with condoms. He said sure no problem, you can come by and then we can see how far we go, you should not do anything you do not like, you are safe with me . Pete ; I was talking to this slut for weeks now online, he is a bit of a tease, very naive, and on the sexsite, very dumb. These are the kind of guys I like, i am kind to them in the beginning, and then i lure them in my web, and change their lives right from the beginning. Now ith is all sweet words, building confidence, beying Mr nice guy. Soon enough this cunt will get to know the real me, but then it is to late. Tom; Luckily i had to work everyday, so the days where passing very fast, wednesday night in bed it was difficult to fall a sleep, everything was going true my mind what to deceide. I did know it could be risky to meet Pete, but on the other site, my inner self was fighting to try new things. By thursday i made up my mind that i would go, but i would make it clear no chems and no bare fucking. I did drop Pete a line to tell him that i would come over friday evening, and i asked him if it was ok to stay over the night, given the distance to him. Soon everything was arranged. Pete; The little bitch did finally decide to make the right move and come down to me on friday. In the beginning it will be Mr Nice Host, and then bam! we are going to have some fun. Have to make sure that all is prepared when he arrives for his sleepover. I asked him to let me know when he would leave his home, and also make sure that he regular let me know where he is on the way to me. That way i can set things up with my buddies, and make sure they can have some fun to without allarming him. Have to make sure my dealer has the right gear for me on friday, and i am sure my buddies will bring their own party supplies. One of them is a smaller guy who has some nice musscles on him about 35, and he works for a tow-truck company, my other buddy is a young big guy from 29, he is slim and has a very kinky site, we both go sometimes with slaves no limits, and i really mean no limits, it can go very smelly afterwards. (writers note : ok guys let me know what you think - please be aware i am not a native english writer so keep this in mind, although i speak 5 languages)

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.

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.

I agree I do not see where the pleasure comes from being hurt during breeding

I am shocked this is a thing. I have literally been getting bred since I was 13 and never have I had a top that seemed to want to hurt me. When I tell a top(usually well hung) go slow or hold up they do it. This usually only lasts for seconds. I would be very apprehensive of a man that derives pleasure from causing someone else pain. Umm Jeff Dahmer? Just sayin.

I’m 25 and still quite twinky. It was Halloween weekend and the theme was kinky Halloween so I dressed in my football shorts, football top and ski mask. I cut out a hole around the mouth so I could drink at the club and, you know, suck cock. There were so many hot lads at the club but none of clicked. I was so horned though that on the way home I decided to go to the dirtier of the cities gay saunas – it was Halloween after all. The changing rooms and showers were on one level and the cabins, dark room, fetish room and saunas were downstairs. I had a shower and some of the other hot lads from the club came in. I thought “wow, I’m going to have to be careful, there are some very hot lads here but this sauna has some dirty ones too”. Whilst I loved that sauna and had amazing sex there I knew I attracted some dangerous company. There was one amazingly buff, muscular bear with such a big thick meaty cock that I fancied the pants off of but he was poz and barebacked only so was off limits. His loads were so toxic the guys at the sauna call him Babydaddy; cause he’s knocked so many lads up with his poz babies. However the danger from Babydaddy had passed as he came after me a few times and I wouldn’t bareback and eventually he gave up. As I dried off I thought I’d be more adventurous than usual so put my mask from the club back on and put the towel back in the locker. I have a big dick and a peachy ass and I’m not afraid to show it. The lads love my six pack too. As I got downstairs I walked along the corridor and saw some fit lads in the cabins including Babydaddy. That furry muscled chest always made me flutter a little. Shortly after I passed I felt a hand on my peachy ass and when I turned round I was surprised to see Babydaddy. He said “are you a new twink on the block or is it just the mask”. I realized that he didn’t recognize me. He dropped his towel and to reveal his absolutely massive meaty cock standing to attention. I couldn’t speak. “I see you let your cock do the talking”. He was right my meat had sprung up. “You want my raw cock inside you. I regained my senses and said “I’d love your cock but I don’t do bareback”. He said “hmm since your new and totally fit I might go a bit easy on you but it could be more difficult than you think as I can see you’re in a slutty mood, if we breed I will make you pregnant but it will be your choice whether we use condoms or not. I will only give you one chance – if you miss it we either fuck raw or you miss my power cock”. I began to think it might be my lucky night – there was no way I was going to bareback but I also wanted to ride it so bad. Baby daddy asked “Wanna show off for a bit and get your ass licked?”. I replied “I do indeed!” As Baby daddy said that this fit cub walked by and I looked him up and down. Baby daddy said “this is Brad, one of my boys, my posion seed flows through his veins”. He replied “so proud, the day I became a man”. Baby daddy asked “you ever use condoms?”. He replied “sometimes, especially with twinks like this – sometimes they insist on it”. I asked him where they are and he replied at reception but some guys carry them round. He noted he had one on him if I wanted to use it and he winked at Babydaddy saying “and if you let him”. Babydaddy grinned and said “I’ll let this lad use a condom with who he wants but I’m getting it raw”. I replied “no sir, I’m safe sex only”. Brads face lit up and asked “so your still neg but want Babydaddy’s meaty cock”. I replied I needed it so bad but he said he might let me use a condom. Babydaddy said “so hears the deal, you want ur ass licked and I want my knob sucked, no-one got hurt by sucking a cock right! You got 15 mins from now to get a condom otherwise it’s raw or no deal! Understood?” I replied “yes sir and Brad’s got a rubber so we’re cool”. Babydaddy slapped my ass and said “yup we’re good”. Babydaddy put one arm around Brad and one arm around me and led us back to his cabin. He handed me his poppers and said “have a good sniff lad”. I was only too happy to”. After several deep huffs Babydaddy asked “you wanna get a rubber – there’s 13 minutes left”. I replied no it’s cool Brad has one. With that I stuck my smooth peach in the air and Babydaddy started to lick my ass”. Brad dropped his towel to reveal a massive meaty schlong. He said since he got pozzed by Babydaddy he started to top more often. I asked if I could get it hard and he said no problem. I moved away from Babydaddy and started to suck Brad’s hot cock hungrily, it began to swell and throb but I’ve learned many a trick and was able to take it deep in me. Brad moaned and I knew my cocksucking was working. Baby daddy said “I need me some of this so I stood up for a bit, sniffed my poppers then kissed all down his chest until I was sucking his massive cock. I knelt down with my ass in the air and my mouth around Babydaddy’s weapon. The musk, poppers and cock made me so horny that I began to lose track of time. I hungrily sucked Babydaddy’s big cock feeling the amazing sensation of it growing in my mouth”. As I did so Brad opened a sachet of lube and started fingering my hole. I moaned with my mouth still round Babydaddy’s meat and Brad started to rub his hard raw cock against my hole. I stopped sucking to say “put the condom on sir”. He said “are you sure, theres only 5 mins left and I’ve only got one, you should get another while I do”. I replied “I’ll go nearer the time, I need you in me”. He put on the condom and slipped inside me. The feeling of cock in my mouth and ass was intense. I started touching my cock but Babydaddy barked “no touching loser – we can’t have runts like you cumming”. He was right. I moaned as Brad’s fucking picked up. Babydaddy took his cock out of my mouth and then slapped my face with it. I said “I love your cock Brad”. Babydaddy looked at his watch and said “one min little bro, whats it to be run away and grab a condom or let Brad finish. Brad moaned “I’m close, don’t blue ball me bro”. I begged “please give me a popper countdown, let me get dumb, let the bottle decide”. Bady daddy said “good boy, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1”. I held for another 5 seconds then inhaled with the other nostril. “I can’t blueball Brad – shoot bro”. He pumped for another 2 minutes of pure pleasure then I felt his cock expand inside me and he growled “here cums bro – wish it was raw”. With that Babydaddy and Brad kissed passionately with Brad’s dick still in my hole. Babydaddy said “so proud of my poz son, before I converted him he was a pure bottom and now he tops like a champ”. I moaned in pleasure. Brad slowly pulled out of me then took the condom off and placed it on my back. Babydaddy said “dear oh dear, looks like you’ve ran out of time and the one condom has already been used. What should we do”. Not being allowed to touch my dick while Brad was giving me one of the best fucks I’d had made me very horny. I begged “Babydaddy you’re cock is so meaty and thick I need it!!! Wanna see my face”. He pulled the ski mask off my mask and laughed “oh so its safe sex boy begging for my raw dick – go on then”. I whimpered “please daddy, please do me raw, please breed me, make me yours”. He laughed “my toxic cock is gonna enjoy this but you always play safe so we will use a condom – we’ll use Brad’s condom to lube you up – even more of daddy’s DNA will be inside you – make sure its safe to know you’ll convert – you ready to become a man twinky?” I got to my knees and looked up at Babydaddy towering about me, his pecs dominating my brain. I begged “please daddy, please breed me, make me part of your gang, make Halloween my conversion day, Infect me with your cum”. Babydaddy picked up the used condom held it in front of my face and said “you’ve made your choice, your lust for toxic cock made you use your last condom on Brad, you could have got more condoms but Brad’s toxic cock just felt too good. And now your begging for toxic cock raw”. I replied “yes sir, I need you in me, I’m ready for it, poz me”. Babydaddy said “but you always use a condom right?” I nodded sheepishly and he dangled Brad’s cumfilled condom in front of me hypnotically. “can you lube me with Brad’s manly DNA, use the condom, be safe”. Babydaddy told me to lie down on the front and sniff the poppers, as I did so I felt the rubber on my butt and finger in my ass. Just after I inhaled a huge sniff I felt the smooth feeling of cum running down my hole. Babydaddy laughed saying “no point resisting my dick now, you already got Brad’s poz cum in you”. I took another deep sniff of poppers and stood up kissing Babydaddy so passionately. I begged Babydaddy “I need you inside me so bad”. He lay down his dick proud and hard “it’s time but it’s your choice, walk out and I’ll ride Brad or get pozzed by this venomous snake, you have to actively choose, walk out thee door or slide down on my pole. I lowered myself onto Babydaddy’s poison rod. I kissed him again, then his chest as my hole got used to the poz monster inside me. Then I started to pump his cock with my hole begging him to use me and make me his poz son. I felt amazing to take such an alpha raw inside me. This was the night an apex alpha would make me pregnant. Eventually he threw me off and said “lick my balls”. I greedily sucked on his huge meaty balls. He said “I’m about to shove my venomous snake back in you raw – beg if you want it”. I begged “please Daddy, infect me, poz me, push Brad’s toxins further inside me. You can use my hole as often as you want, fuck me as often as you can until the poison takes hold”. He ordered my to get doggy style and without warning rammed his thick cock deep in me. It took me a moment to catch my breath then he picked up the pace and started pumping. Babydaddy asked “can you feel Brad’s seed being pushed into you”. I replied “yes sir, I love it, I need yours too, all those toxic swimmers inside me”. I’d never felt so full – his dick was the biggest I’d had and it felt so intimate raw. I begged “please give me your toxic seed, make me pregnant, be my daddy”. With that his cock began to swell, he slowed down and then I could actually feel him pumping a massive load inside me. “Oh daddy, your pozzing me” I moaned. As he thrust in my cock shot out so much cum. “Daddy this is my first hands free cum”. He pulled me back so he was lying down with me on top of him and his hard cock still inside. He laughed “I have that effect on lads, especially neg ones I’m pozzing – Its your balls pushing out the unfertile neg seed – how does it feel becoming a real man”. I replied “that was the best sex of my life, I never knew raw felt so good”. Babydaddy said “you’ll remember this day forever, the night you got the bug, once it grows in you, you’ll feel confident enough to top. Cherish my sperm and keep it inside you overnight”. All I could say was “yes sir!”.

Part 9: Blackmailed I had been planning on using the rest of my Sunday as a rest day. I didnt wanna stay downstairs, there was cum leaking out of my ass that it was soaking through my jeans and I was still turned on from being used as a cumdump. I went up to my room to watch some porn. I locked the door, undressed, and put in my plug to stop the cum from leaking out. I pulled up a few videos and started to masterbate. After about 15 minutes I noticed I had several unread messages. The first 4 were guys asking if I was still hosting at the hotel. I had a message from daddy saying he would pick me up at the ussual spot on Monday. Then a few more guys asking if I was still at the hotel. I agreed to meet daddy and I replied to everyone else that I would message them next time I was available as a cum dump. As I finished my responses, I got one more message. The message had a video attachment that I opened. My heart skipped a beat as soon as the video started to play. The video was of me at the hotel. The video was an edited series of clips that showed me being group fucked by the POZ guys at the hotel. The video was heavily focused on cum shots and include a great shot of my ass with two cocks stuffed inside. Everyone's face except mine had been blurred out and the audio was a loop of me moaning and all my filthy dirty talk. It was hot listening to myself beg for POZ cum. After I read the message. It said to meet at 3pm that day outside a strip mall near my house or else the video would be posted online. I got dressed and packed a bag. I also left the plug inserted so I could get go out without cum soaking through anymore of my cloths. I took a cab and arrived at the spot just before 3pm. I waited outside for bit and, as soon as the guy pulled up, I jumped into his white work van. He quickly started driving, I was a bit anxious as we sat in silence. I was sure I'd never seen this guy before. The driver was black and all the POZ guys at the hotel had been white. He pulled the van into warehouse and parked. I turned towards my driver and meekly asked where he had gotten the video. Suddenly my door flew open and someone grabbed me from behind. A vnavas bag was pulled over my head and, before I knew what was happening, I was pinned against the floor. There were multiple guys holding me down. In a matter of seconds they had pulled off all my cloths and bound my hands and feet. One of them lifed my naked and bound body off the floor and threw me over his shoulder. I still couldn't see but felt and heard as we went through a door and down some stairs. We went through another door and I was dropped onto a small matress. The matress was a twin and felt like it was quite old and lumpy. It was also quite rough and didn't have sheets on it. Someone flipped me over and pulled my hands between my legs. I felt them hook a chain onto the cuffs around my wrists. I heard the rattle of chain pull being operated as I was lifted slowly into the air. The chain was attached to my wrist cuffs and my arms had been pulled between my legs. As a result my feet and hands were pulled together as I was raised. I was hanging with my ass slightly higher than my head. I zipper in the canvas bag was pulled open and a mask was fitted over my nose and mouth. The mask sealed against my face and a built in gag stopped me from making any noise. I was breathing quite heavily as I waited to see what was comming next. I hung there for a few minutes as the anticipation built more and more. I could hear people moving around me but had no idea who was there or how many there were. I tried to take a breath and found that I couldn't. The air to the mask had been cut off. The harder I tried to breath in, the tighter the mask sealed to my face. I panicked and began to struggle. I was being suffocated and couldn't do anything but thrash around. Time seemed to slow down and it felt like the air would never return. Just as felt I was about to pass out, the air returned and I managed to take a deep breath. The air supply had an unusual smell that recognized immediately. It was the same smell as my black bottle. I was already dizzy from the oxygen deprivation so the added aroma hit extra hard. I only managed a few breath before the air supply was cut off again. I tried not to panic this time and focused on staying in control. I began to count in my head but was interrupted by load crack and searing pain. Someone had whipped my ass with a rod. I twitched from the pain and tried to cry out but couldn't. I was panicking again and started fighting to break free of my shackles. My ass was stuck hard several more times and I would have been screaming if I could. The air returned and I took a deep breath. This time, instead of the popper smell, the mask filled with cigarette smoke. It felt like I had been hang for hours but it had only been about 5 minutes. If the kept this up I would be broken down in no time. I took a few more deep breaths and the air was cut off again. I felt a warm sensation as some oil was poured over my ass and several large hands began to spread it over my lower body. Another pool of warm oil was poured over my chest and more hands began to work it over my upper body. There were at least 7 guys touching my body. It was actually a quite pleasant relaxing feeling. I still didn't have air and focused on trying to relax. I realized the point of this was to make it so I never knew what was comming. I was bound and with the air shut off these men could hurt me or pleasure me anyway they wanted. When they turned the air on they could taint it with whatever they wanted. And I couldnt even control when I could take a breath. The guys withdrew their hands as the air returned. This time smelled like poppers again. I inhaled deeply a few times. The air shut off again and I waited to see what came next. The plug was pulled out of my ass and a stream of cum started to flow down my crack. A lubed up finger was inserted. The guy rotated his arm around massaging my insides. He partially withdrew and inserted again with two fingers. He repeated the motion again and inserted a third finger. As he went around again, I was starting to feel like I was gonna pass out from oxygen deprivation. The air supply was turned again as soon as he had inserted a fourth finger. The mask filled with smoke again but I started to cough. I recognized the smell but I had never used weed before. The guy pulled out his fingers and slid his bare cock in my ass. "Keep that comming, I wanna feel his ass convulse on my cock while he tries to cough" he said. The smoke got thicker and I continued to cough and gag. My body spasmed and shook. He wasn't moving but my anal contractions with each cough were pushing me off his cock. Between these spasms I would loosen up enough for gravity to pull me back down on his cock. I couldn't control it but my involuntary contractions were pushing me up and down his cock. Suddenly the air supply cut off again. The guy in my ass still didn't move. He just waited for a few seconds with his hard cock burried inside me. Out of no where, I felt a sharpe pain at the bottom of my rib cage as something pressed against it and shocked me. I lost control and began to stuggle again as a few guys steadied me to keep me on the guys cock. The guy grabbed my thighs and started to fuck me in earnest. The cum that was leaking from my ass was running down my back and had just reached my shoulder blades. I didn't passout but went limp and finally gave up what little control I had as I felt the guy fill me with his cum. The air was turned back on and I smelled cigarette smoke again.. As I caught my breath a small tube was pushed inside me. I heard a small electric pump turn on and, after a short delay, tasted cum as it started to fill my mouth. The gag in my mouth had a small hole and they were pumping cum straight from my ass. They cut off the air again as another raw cock was pushed inside me. I must have had a lot of cum still in me from the night before and had to swallow a mouthful of cum several times. He soon came inside me and the tube was withdrawn. The air returned and smelled of poppers. After a moment the flavor in my mouth changed. They had inserted the tube into a bottle of vodka. I swallowed to two big gulps before the tube was reinserted into my ass. The air was cutoff and another guy started to fuck me as the alcohol taste faded and I was filled with another mouthful of jizz. Everything was hazzy. I had finally been broken and lost track of what was happening to me. There were a few dozen cycles of being deprived of air. Each time I was allowed to catch my breath, the air was tainted with something else. I couldnt recognize some of the smells but I didn't care. I was repeatedly pumped with cum and alternated between swallowing cum and different alcohol that were pumped directly into my mouth. Some of the guys were very rough but I submitted to everything. I had taken at least 9 raw loads in my ass when I was finally lowered and unchained. I was carried over to a different part of the room and dropped onto a bench. Shackles were again placed around my feet and hands. My legs were pulled up into the air and my arms were pulled off to either side. One of the guys finally spoke, "now its time for the POZ guys to get their turn." I felt like I was barely conscious as a raw cock was shoved into my hole. Another few rounds of oxygen deprivation passed as I was rough fucked by multiple poz cocks. My hole was sore and I couldn't feel them cum anymore. However, a few seconds after each one came their POZ cum was pumped out of my ass and into my mouth. I took at least a dozen loads. I have no idea how many different guys came in me or what their viral load was. After everyone had finished my plug was reinserted and I heard the doors open as the guys began to leave. The bag was finally removed from head. I was still bound and watched as the last guy walked out. A few seconds after he left all the lights turned off. I tried to free myself a few times but couldn't. After about two hours I was beginning to get really scared. Another hour passed and I wondered if I would ever be released. Finnally, after about the 4 hour mark the lights came bavk on. It was very bright and I couldn't see what was happening. The shackles were removed but I was still being being held down. Whoever had come in flipped me over and cuffed me onto the bench. I couldn't move or see what was happening. They blindfolded me and put a new gag on me. After a brief delay I heard a buzzing sound and felt pain on my lower back. I was being tattooed. After a hour they stopped. The plug was removed and I felt another raw cock slid into me. He fucked me for a bit and filled me with cum. Another guy followed and did the same. Finally a third guy pumped his cum into me. One of them pushed the tube from before back into me and turned on the pump. The pumped the cum straight from my hole onto the fresh ink. The undid the shackles and were gone by the time I removed the blindfold and gag. I got up as the lights turned off again. I could still see a bit because of the light from an exit sign. I moved around the room there was alot of bondage type stuff set up. I examined some of the ropes, chains, harnesses, and other gear as I searched the room. Finally I found the pile of cloths I had been wearing in the corner of the room. The cloths I had worn were torn apart. I searched the room for something I could wear. But couldn't find anything. I pulled open my computer and hoped I could connect to the wifi. I managed to connect and thought about who to message. I was naked and my body was covered in bruises and sweat and I smelled like alcohol and cum. I didnt know where I was so I gathered my stuff into the bag and walked out the door. I walked around several dim hallways looking for stairs that led up. After almost an hour I found some stairs and followed them up. I went through a door at the top and finnaly found myself outside in an alleyway. I walked to the end and peaked out. I could see a street sign and pulled out my laptop again. I message a few guys and sat down on the pavement to wait. The first guy to respond was Peter, the guy who had brought me to an adult party previously. He said he couldn't help but that he had messaged one of the guys from the party who lived in the area. He said to keep an eye out for a black jeep. After waiting for a while a jeep pulled up to the intersectio and a guy got out and looked around. I leaned out and waved to him. He got back in the jeep and pulled up to the alleyway and I climbed in. I recognized the driver from the party. His name was Nick and he had a large black beard. Another guy who I didnt recognize was in the front passenger seat. I was still nude as we drove away. The passenger looked a bit concerned and asked if I was ok. I explained that I liked gangbangs and that thd guys I had met had gotten carried away and ruined my cloths. We finally arrived at Nick's house around midnight. To be continued...

Definitely a hot start!

I’m such a fucking slut pig. Within 12 hours, I booked a cabin on the world’s largest gay cruise, booked a private invite only sex party over New Years, booked my next porn shoot and got fucked by a stranger. I love bareback sex.

Fuck that was hot!!

Last weekend I went to a friend's wedding. It was a fairly small wedding and was starting to wind down. Meanwhile there was another wedding in the hotel at the same time which, as I was getting ready to leave, was still going strong. In fact the other wedding was getting really drunk and loud. While I was in the men's room two partiers in their mid twenties came in, one of whom was the groom, who was being assisted by the other guy, his best man. Both men were somewhat drunk, and the best man thought the groom was going to throw-up, so I assisted the best man get the groom into a stall. No sooner was the groom settled than the best man passed out, but I managed to get him into the next stall. I went back to check on the groom who was passing out and coming back around, and found myself kissing him. I think he thought I was his bride because he kept cooing "Michelle." I managed to get him bent over the toilet inside the stall and worked his pants down. He liked getting rimmed (don't they all? lol)! Once he was really wet and loosened up, I thought I could get my raging hard dick in. He was still really tight and and he surfaced a bit and yelped as I started sliding my dick in him. Someone came in right after that, but luckily he passed out as the door was opening so whoever came in didn't hear him. His ass was super tight and had obviously never had a dick in it before. I love marking virgin territory. He came back around and passed out again several times while I was fucking his sweet ass, and he seemed to start liking it in those fleeting moments. That tight ass was hot to fuck; it felt incredible wrapped around my cock. Unfortunately it felt so good I didn't last long. As short as it was, I thoroughly enjoyed leaving him a big creamy gift! After I put myself back together and left the stall, I noticed the best man was still passed out in the next stall. I was tempted to treat the best man to my special gift as well, but knowing I got a twofer by doing the groom and indirectly the new bride, I decided not to risk getting caught. Memories of that tight groom ass wrapped around my cock and the pleasure of blowing my load deep in his gut have been jack off material every day since.

I’ll give it up to two hours of nothing happening. But during that time, I will have been on my phone hunting for some thing outside, whether to invite them to the baths or head over to his place. But even if it is slow at the tubs, I won’t leave unless I know there is something better waiting for me elsewhere. You never know when that perfect pig may show up unexpectedly!

I'm not as poetic or precise in defining this important phenomenon, but I can say this... Without someone releasing his load and/or someone not receiving a load, to me is simply is not sex. I top, I bottom, and both are incredible to cum inside. I've bred and been bred by "straight" men, and even they can't really articulate why they enjoy it so much. Especially now, post Covid epidemic, most of us have had particularly solitary lives. It has been a no-touch and no-contact eternity, and we need that, regardless of sexual orientation. The energy of men, the understanding of what it is to be a man, a "knowingness" that cannot be articulated between each other as to our needs and desires, is our most masculine quality. Sex with women is so much different in dynamics and the energy exchanged. In my humble opinion, men who have a broader appreciation of other men are more balanced and less critical and self-resistant. I simply mean, we are all connected and orientation doesn't matter so much. I also see it in the concept of bromance and bro-bonding. We crave each other and the reason doesn't matter. For me, to have that in a sexual way between two men, is incredible. No disrespect for anyone's sexual interests, be they straight, bi, gay, trans... Barebacking with men feeds my soul, and hopefully all partners I've been with, get fed as well.

Looking forward to the party night! 💦☣️😈

An early Christmas gift from OP would be 10 more chapters.

I started safe, then a hot blond Boi 6', 170lbs, 8 inches of pleasure rod. we were fucking and we heard a snap. the condom broke. he paused for a second and started to pull out. I was on my back, looking at him. I just grabbed his but cheeks and pulled him IN. BALLS Deep. Jeff <his name>, smiled and picked up his pounding, then getting more forceful. I started begging for him to breed me, and unload in my hole. he started shoving his tongue deep in my mouth as he kept railing my ass..He started to tell me, 'I am close, you want this hot load!', OF COURSE, I was in heaven, and understood he was loading me with the Charged LOAD. I was sucking mad with the desire, sucking his tongue and spit. HIS CUM, deep inside, wanting more and harder. He fucked me three additional times that night without any cover. Just his hot cum seeding me. Making me smile and my ass satisfied with his load.

Especially when they sound like a girl. I like to see a man fucking another man, and in porn, I prefer the bottom talking to dirty to the top. The moaning, I like it from the top, and especially when he's flooding the hole with his cum.

Bareback is just so much more fun. It feels right to have a raw cock inside you. You get more sensation and stimulation from raw than you do with latex. My first time was raw and ever since then I insist the guy fucking me does it without a condom. Once in a while a guy will wear one anyway, but that is the exception rather than the rule. Plus, you never know what you might catch and that is one hell of a thrill 😛

All good advice. I'd ju7st add one more tip. Don't just use your lips to stimulate your feeder's cock. when you close your mouth around his shaft use your tongue to press the bottom of his cock against the roof of your mouth so he feels all of his shaft being stimulated. That will make him cum. Also, be ready to receive his load. You will sense when most men are about to cum - they may tense their muscles and their breathing will gat faster or they will just tell you "I'm gunna cum in your mouth" Just be ready to take his sperm and swallow. Because at the end - no matter how good a cocksucker you are you will leave your feeder unsatisfied if you fail to eagerly swallow his seed. And I mean every drop - do not take your mouth off his cock until he gives his permission.

Yes! Well said. There is a difference between the way a man smells naturally and the way he may smell without some sort of hygiene routine. My first boyfriend smelled so amazing to this day if I walk by a guy who smells remotely like him my heart melts and my dick throbs. I find the smell of cheap deodorant, the telltale odor of a men’s locker room, also gives me a boner. The thing about BO is degrees. A guy who has been working hard or working out, whose sweat is just starting to ‘turn’ is hot but let that bake for a day more then no thanks, time for a hot shower.

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Unfortunately, I'd asked Sarah out because I was feeling insecure about my sexuality. I'd recently masturbated several nights in a row while fantasizing about getting fucked in the ass. I committed to focusing my sexual energy on women. Sarah, a sophomore like me, had been not-so-subtly hinting that she was attracted to me. Oh and two of her friends said I should definitely ask her out. So I did. She liked the attention, I liked that I wanted to fuck her (even though she never gave me more than a handjob while we were dating). Still, I couldn't keep my fantasies straight. We got married at the end of junior year. Everyone thought we made a good couple. Things were fine. ***** We decided to spend our first anniversary in Las Vegas. We were both 21 and had basically never had any alcohol. I'd gotten us some kind of lovers package that included champagne on ice in the room when we checked in. We were giddy already--sin city!--and she giggled when I popped open the bottle. I filled up the flutes and toasted our trip. ***** "Oh fuck!" "Fuck that's tight." He was actually inside me. Jesus. I moaned. I couldn't help it. "Yeah, I knew you were a faggot as soon as I saw you." I blushed and didn't feel great about that. He slid in and out of my asshole slowly. I was breathing deeply trying to take him without panicking. It seemed like he must have the biggest cock on the planet. Fuck I did feel like a faggot though. I couldn't believe how hot it was to have this guy inside me. Ted. **** Sarah and I drank up the champagne like a couple of idiot kids celebrating an ill-advised marriage. We started to mess around and she slurred an offer to suck my dick. I was beside myself. She made her way down to my crotch... And passed out. Fuck. **** I was trying, poorly, to order a beer from a cocktail waitress. The particulars aren't important but I looked like an idiot because I was. Ted saw the thing unfold and sorted everything out. Ted was a big dude. Probably just 5'9" but 260? Muscly with a beer belly. I was slowly betting a quarter a play on the slot machines while chatting with Ted. At some point another guy came by and chatted with Ted. They whispered to one another and laughed. I felt like awkward and laser focused on my dumb gambling machine. Suddenly I realized Ted was addressing me. "...Hello!" "Oh sorry I was spaced out." Ted's friend was looking at me expectantly. I stuck out my hand, "Hey I'm ____" He pumped my arm and introduced himself. I immediately forgot his name. A generic name for a generic dude, lol. "OK don't lose your phone this time!" Ted roared with laughter. Whoever smirked and walked off. I realized, somehow for the first time, that Ted was gay. "So is that your?" "...oh ____?" Of course. "But don't worry, he was just letting me know he made plans for tonight." Ted looked me in the eye and then laughed again. I laughed weakly and pushed the gambling button again. I awkwardly tried to make small talk and quickly drank my beer. Ted helped me get another one. He and the waitress shared a laugh about something I didn't catch. "So you're straight?" "Oh yeah. Actually me and my wife are here celebrating our first anniversary." "Congrats!" he put a hand directly on my crotch, correctly predicting that my cock was hard. Ted was serious for the first time "Where is she?" "Oh well uh we actually had champagne for the first time and I guess it was too much for her so I just came down here for a minute. I really should be going." "I'm sure she's fine. You can keep hanging out with me." "....I'm not gay!" He laughed hard. "Of course not! Talking to a gay person isn't gayis it?!" "Of course not!" I replied anxiously. His hand rubbed my now rock hard dick through my jeans. "Going up to a gay person's room isn't gay is it?" My cheeks must've been beet red. Sensing my hesitation Ted added "he won't be back tonight." ***** "Uhh uhh uh." Yes thrust into me. "Oh fuck yeah bitch! Take my load." He just came in me. Bare. I jerked my half-hard cock and while precum steamed out. I tried to squirm away but he pinned me down, pumping the rest of his seed into me.

Well written and very fucking hot

"Whored out" would be the preferable usage as "pimp" implies a regular financial arrangement and exercise of power over the prostitute. One might be whored out for a night, but involvement with a pimp is a longer term relationship.

Somehow double posted. Back on track now! Chapter 28: Like Father Like Son The pool reminded me of when my friend, now brother, had our first gay encounters. There was no anal sex, but we both got on the slide to service each other. Dad suggested we get out of the pool and have a drink. He poured us drinks, and looked at me and said he hoped that i wasnt mad at him for what happened earlier. He continued by saying that it was pre planned like when he had his son slowly seduce me. He continued by saying he had planned on telling us before the Christmas party, but was upset that I didn't tell him I was in a relationship. He explained that he knew that my brother wanted to be pozzed by his partner, but to keep the family together, he knew he had to be the one to do it. He said it was the same for me with the exception of me not wanting it. I asked dad what would have happened if I was unwilling to take his poz load. He said I would have no choice, but he had PEP to give me the following day. It was my turn for questions I looked at my brother and asked him about being pozzed by dad. He said that it was something just happened when he told dad he was partnered and wanting his partner to be the one to do it. He said just like I resisted, so did he. He loved the family connection but truly wanted his partner to be the one that gifted him. He added that deep down, he still wanted to keep his relationship with our dad though. He told me to not hate dad for what happened, that he truly loved us both as sons. With that, we all kissed each other deeply. Dad said we were welcome to spend the night, but my partner said we'd head back to the hotel after a crazy night. My partner and I headed back to our hotel, where we were taking this all in, while secretly laughing about what had happened. My partner suggested we breed again, but I said later, but we really need to discuss what happened earlier first. Now we hadnt had any tina in awhile, but he said now would probably be a good time for it, and i agreed. Being in a hotel, we couldnt smoke, but he had a rig that we shared. Once we were high we began to talk. My partner started by saying he saw a dark side of me that he'd never seen before. I asked him if that worried him, and at first he said he had issues, but realized I was just being dark towards my brother and dad as they had been to me. I agreed that I hated going there, but really had no choice. He agreed. He then asked how this all would play out. I told him i truly loved him, and also my dad and brother. I said we should just play along with my dad and brother, saying they were the ones who pozzed us. Afterall it would be easy. We would be returning to school and could tell dad we both came down with the fuck flu. He agreed. He then asked about the upcoming Christmas party, and if it was actually a conversion party. I said i think the conversion party happened tonight, but I'll ask dad tomorrow. With that we were both exhausted and Tina gave us both limp cocks, so we simply cuddled together and fell asleep. The next morning my partner was able to get hard enough to breed me. Afterwards we headed down to brunch where we surprisingly found my brother and his partner already there. Needless to say it was quite awkward and there was no mention of the night before.

these are running behind. been experiencing some of what the Kid is getting sorry about that

Prequel to Chapter 10: Layout of Ronald's Demon Dungeon. Opposite the bottom of the steps leading into the basement / demon dungeon is a an old burgundy red armchair. The wall to the right of the steps is brick. To the left of the steps the rest of room is out of sight from the door at the top of the steps on the ground floor where Nate is patiently waiting. The wall that the old burgundy red armchair is against is a mirrored wall floor to ceiling and end to end with an altar in the middle section where there is an array of black candles in gothic candle holders, goat skulls, plus a very small wooden table with a thick and very ancient looking book on it. The opposite wall again is mirrored floor to ceiling and end to end with a black rubber covered mattress in the middle section to the wall. Either side to the mattress is again more black candles in gothic candle holders and more goat skulls. The far back wall (opposite to the brick wall by the steps) is a big in use fireplace with a large flat TV stuck to the wall high up. To the right of the fireplace is a steel seated examination table complete with stirrups and armrests that have leather straps as to be able to restrain by the ankles and wrists. To the left of the fireplace is a leather sling with chains. To the left of the sling is a wooden box with all kinds of bits and pieces in it, dildos, gas masks, etc. The floor throughout is a black marble with a large red reverse pentagram bang in the centre of the floor. What has Nate gotten himself into? 😈

Going Home 3 Seeing the look on Daddy’s face as he held my head, I began to sob. “Fucking cuntboy,” he said, pulling me to my feet. “I missed you too.” I was a mess... the chems running through me brought out all the old feelings I had when I left all those years ago. “Daddy...” I babbled incoherently... trying to put it into words what I went through all those years ago. “I’m sorry... I wasn’t ready... I wanted to...” Interrupting me, “I know cuntboy...” he said, trying to comfort me. His hand moved down to my cunt. “I waited for you for a long time. You were my first cuntboy....you ARE my first cuntboy. And now I have two...” Daddy chuckled, slipping his index finger inside me hearing Frankie approaching. “Daddy...” I moaned. “I’m sorry.” Feeling the heat of Frankie’s body emanating against my back, he wrapped his arm around me to reveal a cut and scored white rectangular tablet in the palm of his hand. “Go on, cuntbro. ” he encouraged. Opening my cuntmouth, I extended my tongue and he slipped it in without a word before moving to Daddy’s side. Frankie was now holding the soft cock. I smiled and dropped. Staring up into Daddy’s face, I opened wide and felt the rush of chem piss carry the tablet down my throat until Daddy fed me the entire chem-filled contents of his bladder. “Time to rest up, Sammy,” my cuntbro told me, helping me to my feet and walking me to the bed. “MMMM...” I moaned as I fell into the bed, feeling the effects of the tablet begin to do its job. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “WHAT THE FUCK?!” I grunted... waking up with a start. Trying to gather my senses, I sat up and took the room in. It was all coming back. I was in Dan’s... no Daddy... that’s right... Daddy’s playroom. My head hurt and I raised my hands to my head. “What the fuck?!” I groaned... seeing both my wrists locked in leather restraints, before spying a plate of food and a small jug of orange juice. I was starving and quickly chowed down the meal, washing the final bites down with large chugs of the juice. Stumbling out of the bed, I steadied myself and walked over to the mirrored wall. I was still wearing the leather collar and harness but the glint of metal rings in my tits caught my eyes. “Goddamn Shit!” I exhaled... Sometime during my black-out, I had been geared up. Grabbing my tits, I felt the sting of the thick metal rings now running through them. The sensation of my newly pierced tits was incredible... I continued fondling them... feeling the nerve impulses connecting with my cunt. The feeling in it was awesome... it felt stretched out... full yet not full at the same time. My hands grazed my muscular torso as they worked their way to my cuntlips but their journey was interrupted by thick silicone material. “HUH?!” I wondered... “plug?” But again... full but not full.... Working my way further along ... I felt the base open up and my fingers slipped inside... I was gaped! “SHIT!” I moaned and looked down. Seeing a pair of 15-hole Rangers on my size 12 feet, I laughed. At this point I knew I should have a raging hard on in my jockstrap. Reaching for it with both hands, I gripped the mass of leather and began to massage it... my slicked-up fingers slipped over the pouch. That’s when I felt it... a hard metallic bulge. “What?!” I inhaled... Pulling the waistband away from me, I expected to see my smooth package against my freshly shaven crotch, only to see my soft cock now surrounded in a cage of chrome. “You’re awake...” I heard Daddy growl... his strong hand covering my cuntmouth. I began to desperately licking it as the other pulled at my plug, stretching my cunt out until it was released... my cunt retracted but still held a gape I knew I would now always have. “Yes!” I moaned into the rough hand and pushed back onto his hard cock slipping through the tunnel plug expanding the walls of my cunt. “Slipped right in...” he grunted... now fucking me with a steady pace. It’s what I craved... needed... to be completely filled again. Before long, Daddy picked me up... his cock still buried in me... and carried me to the fuck bench where Frankie stood, gear matching mine, watching us. His massive cock stood straight ahead, securing me. Now bent over, I took the shaft and began to suck the stream of precum flowing from his piss slit and swallowed. “Just a small one...” I heard Daddy, feeling a tourniquet tighten around my bicep... “just to get him up to speed.” I barely felt the needle go in but the rush quickly hit me. “Fucking please...” I moaned, the combination of chems and the quickening pace of the fuck overcoming me. I felt alive... Daddy was close... I tried to work my cunt... to clench his cock and milk it dry. The barrage continued... I was being spit-roasted... cocks in both my cunts. But Frankie was the first to near the edge... “Goddamn it!” he yelled, his spasming cock exploding in my cuntmouth. Holding my head in a vise-like grip, he continued spewing and the pressure against my skull increased. It felt like my head would explode... Finally regaining his composure, he pulled out as my lips surrounded his spent shaft for any final residue of his orgasm. At this point, he leaned in, our lips separated only by my saliva and his cum. His face was so close to mine... his dilated green eyes sparkled as hot breath filled my cuntmouth. “Fuck Sammy...” he mumbled, tasting the remains. Releasing a deep grunt, Daddy pulled back and shoved his cock one last time, releasing another precious load before pulling out. “Fucking beautiful cuntpigs!” For a moment, I felt empty until my cunt was again stretched with my tunnel plug as Frankie knelt... licking the cock clean of cum and cuntjuices. Finished, my cuntbro ran his hands over my body and released me. I stood and turned to Daddy... taking in the geared-up leather God before me. My eyes wandered from his booted size 13 feet up past his huge calves and continued on to the thick thighs both covered by a pair of leather chaps showing the definition of his powerful muscles. His cock was now confined in a leather codpiece presenting every vein of his thick shafted cock leading to the prominently displayed outline of the cut head. How I wanted it in me again... His massive torso was wrapped in a leather harness that pushed his furry pecs up as if to offer his pierced tits to my hungry cuntmouth. His blue eyes then caught my attention... reminding of the times I would get lost in them as my legs would spread to welcome him into my cunt. “Cuntboys... present.” Obeying, I stood at attention hands behind my back and eyes down next to Frankie. “Sammy, I’ve decided it’s time to make it public. You’re home and everyone will know after tonight.” “Yes, Sir...” I stammered, my heart now racing. “Your Daddy’s gonna show off his new... well returning cuntboy” he chuckled, “show those fuckers I’m now in complete control of you. Sam is gone... Actually, he never existed. It was a fucking goddamn lie." I was conflicted... I fucking needed to be a cuntboy but what would people think?! “Fuck!” There, it came out... fear of being discovered. I had spent so many years overcompensating. Every cunt I took was disposable... to be tossed after I was done. Seeing my reaction to the news, he angrily walked up to me. “Sammy...” he growled, taking my chin in his hand and raising it... “IT’S happening.” Those eyes again! I took a breath and raised my hands to his strong pecs and moved in, planting my cuntmouth against his lips. Without skipping a beat, his arms enveloped me in a hard embrace, aggressively exploring my cuntmouth with his tongue. Breaking away, my tongue moved down to lick the beads of sweat on his neck... past the left shoulder strap of his leather harness and worked my way to the musk-soaked leather strap on his bicep before turning inward, arriving at my destination... his pit. My tongue scraping against the wet hair and inhaled the pungent scent of his sweat glands. My face now marked in his scent, on to his right tit I went. I took it in, hungrily chewing, feeling the ring clink against my front teeth. Moaning in pleasure, he cupped my head in his rough hands, pressing his pec against my greedy tongue. Releasing me, I made my way across his muscled chest to the left tit, not wanting to ignore it and began to worship it. I fell to my knees, removed the codpiece and tossed it aside. His erect cock now rising to full mast, I fully engulfed it into my cuntmouth to the root in order to experience the musk now emanating from his pubes and sac. I could have stayed there all night... but Daddy had plans for me. He roughly grabbed my hands and began thrusting his fat cock in and out of my throat as I gasped for breath between the quick strokes. “DON’T FUCKING THINK YOU’RE GETTING OUT OF IT, CUNTBOY!” Daddy roared, shooting his thick load down my throat, giving me a protein meal that would energize me for the coming night. Before I could even think, Frankie dropped and took Daddy’s cock into his cuntmouth, cleaning his spit-covered cock. All this time, I remained on my knees watching. Remaining on the spent cock, Frankie suckled the softening flesh and waited for his prize. Slowly, a stream began to trickle out onto my cuntbro’s tongue and he moved in. His lips now against Daddy’s crotch, his throat spasmed as he swallowed the now rushing flood of piss. His thirst finally quenched, Frankie grabbed the leather codpiece and secured Daddy’s cock. At this point, Frankie turned to me... his cheeks bulging. “Fucker,” I smiled, crawling to him. I placed my lips against his. Grabbing his head in my hands, I squeezed, indicating I was ready, and he released the pool of piss stored in his cuntmouth and fed me. “Goddamn cuntpigs...” Daddy laughed and made his way outside. “Time to go... car’s ready.” Taking a lick of piss dribbling from my chin, Frankie got up. “Me first.” he snickered, licking his lips. I remained there for a second, watching Frankie’s strapped muscular glutes move as he went for the door. I started to rise, but saw Frankie stop in the doorway, bend over and spread his ass cheeks. “Shit!” I moaned, seeing his prominently plugged cunt... only the base was solid... I was the only one to be gaped! I remained in a half crouch... “Thought you should know...” Frankie chuckled and stood, walking out the door. “Come on.” Resigned to my fate, I stood and walked towards the door with Daddy’s cum now leaking out of my gaped cunt and down my legs. I made it to the front door and hesitated, standing there watching Daddy and Frankie getting into the car. Daddy leaned over Frankie... “Shut the front door and get in...” With no other choice at this point, I shut the door and walked towards the car... shivering from the cool air entering my gaped cunt. That’s when the driver’s window rolled down, allowing the driver to give me the once over before stepping out. “Fuck!” I thought, catching sight of the tall skinhead in front of me. He stood there wearing skintight bleached jeans over a pair of 30-hole Rangers laced in yellow. Noticing my interest, he straightened up and grabbed the wet spot soaking through the growing bulge moving down his leg. Muscled pecs began to rise under the tight black Fred Perry shirt trimmed in yellow which matched the braces running down his pecs. Damn he was beautiful... my cunt pulsed as his tatted hand went playfully over his closely cropped blond hair... his grey eyes immediately locked on mine. “Oi mate,” he smiled, noticing the slight dilation in mine. “I’m Jac.” “Uh Sammy.” I hesitated before sitting down next Frankie, my eyes never leaving his lustful gaze. “Nice to meet ya... Sammy.” he growled and shut the door slowly. “Jac’ll be our driver from now on when we need him.” “Yep,” Jac chuckled. “Whenever you need me.” he said, looking directly back at me. We were on our way... not another word spoken between any of us, my eyes constantly looking at Jac’s face reflected in the rear-view mirror while the car made its way towards the center of the city’s long forgotten industrial area. I let out a nervous chuckle, realizing where were going. I had been there many times... The car finally stopped and we sat there for a second. Jac reached down and quickly handed Daddy a couple of metallic bullet-shaped cylinders. “Perfect...” he smiled handing one to Frankie and dialing a huge dose on the other then passing it to me. Holding the warm metal cylinder in my hand, I raised it to my nostril and inhaled deeply... the burning sensation filled my nasal cavity. “Good boy...” he said proudly and turned to Jac. “You coming in?” “Gotta make a couple of runs...” Jac answered, checking his phone, “Just let me know when you’re ready.” Opening the door, Daddy nodded and stepped out with Frankie right behind him. They stood there, watching me. I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the asphalt, immediately attracting attention from a few guys going in. Rolling down the window, Jac leaned out. “Oi, Boss...” he blurted out before turning his sight to me. “I’ll have the cunt for a session and we’ll be square for tonight’s tab.” “Yeah?” Daddy laughed, grabbing me by the collar and attaching a metal leash. “Yeah, Boss.” Jac answered licking his lips. “Deal...” Daddy yelled out, tugging at my leash and pulling me into the dark bar after him. I had no choice and obediently entered. It was still early and the bar was just starting to fill up with guys dressed in leather and denim. I knew Daddy had planned it that way... I was to be easily seen being led to the bar. I hesitated for a second, seeing a familiar face behind the bar... It was Greg. “Fuck,” I thought, seeing the stocky muscle bear cub who had spent a night on his knees servicing me. He was a damn good fuck... I remembered, taking in the sweat matted dark hair on his tightly harnessed pecs, showing off his always erect tits... Instinctively, I licked my lips... Turning to pass a beer to a customer, I watched the muscles of his back move and cause the tatted bear paws on each shoulder blade seem to make a grasping motion towards me. On seeing me, he took a step back. “Sam... WHAT HE F...” Greg started before being sternly interrupted. “His name is Sammy...” Daddy snapped, pulling on my leash and forcing me forward. “Right?” “Yes.” I answered in a downward glance, seeing Greg’s cock stir in the stained jockstrap he wore to advertise he was available. Again, he pulled my leash... only upwards this time, forcing me to look at Greg’s now smirking face. “Yes, what?” Taking a breath, I answered. “Yes, Sir... My name is Sammy.” “Good cuntboy...” Daddy said loudly, announcing to everyone my status before turning to Greg and ordering us a round of beers. Frankie stood smiling, watching the commotion going on around us. I stood there feeling the stares and then heard a loud round of laughs from the other end of the bar. “SAMMY!” I heard them laughing. Seeing my distress, Daddy pulled in by my collar and snarled in my ear... “Sammy, remember the first time I took you out? How you felt being exhibited as my cuntboy?” I nodded, flashing back to that night. I had been meeting up with him for a few weeks... each time being slowly transformed into a cuntboy. He was patient with me, overcoming my doubts and inhibitions... of course the chems he gave me didn’t hurt. “You fucking proudly held your head high and showed everyone who you were... MY cuntboy. You had no fucking doubts about it.” he said, forcibly sliding his fingers inside my cunt. That did it... the hit had kicked in and I took a deep breath. I stood proudly... allowing all to see my transformation before turning to the laughing group. “YOUR CUNTBOY.” I said defiantly for all to hear before turning to Frankie... “Fuck yeah, cuntbro,” Frankie growled, his hand on my shoulder in a protective grip before grabbing one of the beers and handing it to Daddy. Now at attention, I stood obediently while Daddy took a long drink as a crowd formed around us. “I think Sammy’s thirsty, Frankie.” he smirked, forcing me to bend forward and expose my gaped cunt to the entire bar. “Yes, Sir...” Frankie growled, grabbing another long-neck, slipping it into my plug and holding it firmly. I jumped... feeling the foaming coldness filling my cunt and absorbed by the walls of my cunt. “That quenching your thirst?” Frankie chuckled, drinking his beer. “Let your cunt drink it in, cuntboy...” Daddy ordered. “Yes Sir,” I moaned as the crowd stood watching the level of the beer decrease. Pulling the now almost empty bottle out of my cunt, Frankie drank last of its contents, before placing it on the bar. I remained in position until I felt the tug on my collar and was led deeper into the depths of the bar. Making our way down a hidden hallway, we passed through the heavy metal door leading to the lower level. Slowly, we descended the staircase as our eyes became accustomed to the dim red light. I heard the door slam shut. “This way, cuntboy.” Daddy ordered, pulling my leash and leading me to a table front and center of the raised platform centered in the room. “How you feeling, Sammy?” “Fuck, Daddy...” I smiled... feeling the combination of the chems and beer. “Yeah... thought so...” he said with an evil grin. He pulled out one of the bullets and dialed it up, handing it to Frankie. Pulling out the second one, he watched me closely as he increased the number of turns for my dose and handed it to me. "That should fucking get you going.” he growled, taking a hit of his own off the other one. I inhaled deeply, letting the white powder flow into me... Daddy nodded in approval before pulling me to my knees. “Gotta piss,” he said matter-of-factly and I moved to release his cock. I didn’t hesitate... an involuntary moan escaped my cuntmouth as the first drops of chem piss flowed from Daddy’s massive cock. Eagerly, I opened my cuntmouth to collect as much piss as Daddy would feed me, swallowing it and begging for more. Most of the guys surrounding us were now openly jacking off and I was hit with a massive creamy load on my shoulder. Feeling the piss flow reducing, I heard Greg laughing... “Mind if I use your urinal there?” Greg asked, moving to Daddy’s side. “Gotta take a piss.” “Sure... be my guest.” Daddy smirked, shaking the last drops in my cuntmouth. Now in front of me, “Drink up, Sammy... tap’s ready for ya.” Greg muttered. Hands gripped my head and pulled me into the mound of the piss-stained mesh pouch. Without a second thought, I hungrily bit and tasted the rank sweat leaching into my cuntmouth. “Drink up...” Greg grunted, pulling me off the pouch and releasing his uncut cock. Wanting the piss, my lips pushed back the foreskin and sealed themselves around Greg’s cockhead. I began to swallow, working my tongue along his piss-slit and causing him to shiver. “Fuck me!” Greg moaned, holding my head tight until the flow began to subside. Swallowing the last of the acrid piss, I began working my lips and tongue down Greg’s shaft... I wasn’t done yet. “Goddamn, Sammy... If I had only known...” he growled, grabbing my head again and thrusting deeply into me. The crowd around us had grown considerably and I was now covered in cum dripping down my torso. Holding onto his hips, I steadied myself and began to do my work. Greg’s swelling cock jerked, pre-cum leaking from the tongue-flicked piss slit like molasses until it was at full mast. On I continued, worshipping the cock I had ignored and wanted no part of the we spent together. “Fuck...FUck... FUCk... FUCK!!!” Greg roared, throwing his head back as I pulled down on his hairy ball sac. Greg began to rapidly fuck my greedy cuntmouth. His knees started to buckle and he steadied himself on my cum slick shoulders as I felt his sac tightly draw up. “Take my fucking load, cuntboy!” he roared, blasting load after load in my cuntmouth. A big round of applause rang through the bar as a grinning Frankie fell to his knees beside me and shoved his tongue into my cuntmouth. “Share cuntbro,” he moaned, slurping the spunk I fed him as we devoured each other with our tongues. “Not done yet, cuntboy...” I heard Greg sharply comment. Bringing my face to his crotch, he slapped his cock against my lips. “Clean,” he snarled, remembering my insistence that night I fucked him. Darting my tongue out, I moved around the slick helmet and moved down the shaft, cleaning the remains of his load. On I went to the low hanging ball sac and slipped one of the balls into my cuntmouth and rolled it around. “All right, your break’s over cub,” Daddy growled, pulling me off Greg’s crotch. “My turn.” Smiling, Greg stuffed his package back in his jock... “Yes, Sir.” he answered, walking to bar and whispering to the downstair’s bartender. Nodding, the bartender looked towards me before making his way upstairs, allowing Greg to take over. Turning me around, Daddy leaned in and growled... “How’s it going, cuntboy?” My cunt throbbed in ecstasy and I pushed my ass against Daddy’s crotch... I had no words for how I was feeling. “Fuck, cuntboy... look at all the men watching you... stroking their fucking cocks watching you service cock.” “Shit yes!” I roared... feeling the ringed mushroom cockhead invading my cunt. My cunt spasmed and took hold of the cock as it eased its way deeper before beginning its assault. “Yeah, Sammy... how many of these guys have had that worthless cock of yours up their cunts?” I could see the crowd growing closer... cocks were out and being stroked to the rhythm of Daddy’s thrusts. Taking the closest one into my cuntmouth, I began to suck and worship it. Suddenly, I felt someone fall to their knees next to me... it was Frankie... my cuntbro had taken a cock into his cuntmouth. “Fucking cuntbro,” I mumbled, the cock now shooting its load into me. Grabbing hold of Frankie, I pulled him to me and grabbed his cheeks, forcing them open and fed him the salty viscous load. I fucking loved it!!! … Being on display like this with my cuntbro. Daddy continued fucking my hungry cunt... pulling out and then ramming it home. I was openly being fucked in the middle of the packed bar and covered in cum. The crowd was going wild... the room filled with applause, catcalls and cheers as they egged us on. We continued feeding on cocks... our bodies now slick with the massive loads we induced from the crowd. Finally, Daddy took me by the hips and plunged his cock in to the hilt, unloading a volley of cum shots inside me. “I FUCKING OWN THIS CUNT!” he proclaimed as the crowd stood back, letting out a ferocious roar. Clamping tightly on Daddy’s retreating cock, I milked the final drops of cum from the shaft before Daddy pulled us both up into a passionate kiss before forcing our faces into his sweat-soaked pits to take in the pheromones radiating from them. “Gentlemen,” he said loudly to no one in particular, “I hope you enjoyed Sammy’s reintroduction to being my cuntboy.” Now faces now wet with his scent, Daddy grabbed us both by the collar and made his way through the crowd, hands giving congratulatory slaps on his back, to an empty corner where Jac stood smiling.

Cumdump on deep throat session

In the next chapter Ronald says to Nate when talking about his viral load; - Let me help you out pig. As of last week it now stands at a mega charged up count of thirty fucking nine million and four hundred and seventy fucking nine thousand!!! It has more than quadrupled since the beginning of this story due to Ronald's increasing obsession with blood slamming. But what should Nate do? Should he when he hears that figure run home, or should he succumb to the slam on offer? Vote on this post to have your say on where this story goes. Run home = ''Upvote'' Succumb to the blood slam on offer = ''Pig emoji''

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 26: Spreading our Legs and the News We drove over separately which was great as we had some time to discuss what happened. My partner said he was proud of me for stealthing my brother. I told him he knew that wasnt my style but my brother made me angry with his comments, and he had said before that he desired to become poz. My partner asked if he did convert, would I tell him i was the father. I said hell no! He asked why not? I said that I knew my brother well, and I didn't believe his need for commitment statement. I said my brother was simply a sex pig. He reminded me that I was the same when we first met, and look at us now! It was hard to argue with that. After some thought, I said that I didn't notice any love between my brother and his partner. While my partner kissed and caressed me at the hotel, it just seemed like primal sex for my brother and his partner. He agreed. I then said I hoped that I did infect my brother, and let him live the fantasy that his partner was the one. My partner said I had a dark side, and I said so does my brother. Everything he does is cold and planned out in advance. Luckily we arrived at dad's as the conversation was getting a little too deep. Sure enough when we arrived my dad was on the lounge chair stroking, and instructed my partner to ride him. He removed his plug, and jumped right on. I told my brothers partner to bend over and take my load. My brother seemed pissed off, and I said don't worry once I'm in your partner, you can sandwich me. It wasn't long before everyone except dad had a loaded and plugged ass. My brother's ass remained plugged the entire time letting my toxic seed hopefully work its magic We bellied up to the bar for a drink and some conversation. Dad told me how proud of me he was for becoming such a pig so quickly, and finding the perfect roommate. He said he enjoyed watching the web cam sessions of us breeding. My partner told him he was excited about the Christmas party, saying he's heard great things about them in the past. He asked my partner if he was worried about the father/Son aspect of the party. My partner said he had never had a relationship with his father, but our mutual friend the waiter had. My dad said tell me more. My partner said that the waiters situation was quite different than his. He continued by saying that my dad's relationship with his son and me was piggy, yet a loving one. On the other hand, the waiters father basically raped him and pozzed him. I was somewhat surprised by my dad and brothers reactions. A slight grin came over their face, and dad just laughed. My partner quickly changed the subject, telling dad he he heard he had an amazing dungeon. Dad quickly suggested we head there, but let's have another drink. When he turned around with the drinks, he commented on our matching cock rings, by saying very nice. We decided that it was time to tell him we were partners. Dad didn't look thrilled, but congratulated us, and offered a toast. Before heading to the Dungeon he told my brother he needed a urinal, and led him to the side of the house. As they were back there, we could hear them talking, but couldn't hear what they were saying. My partner looked at me and said my dad didn't look too thrilled. He said we best not tell him about the poz aspect of our relationship. I totally agreed.

I’ll play along here. Anyone want to do nasty things to this? Taken after 8 hours of continuous fun.

My dad never wore deodorant. When he would get home after work I could smell his man scent and it drove me wild. There is nothing hotter than a man with his natural sent. I love sucking on a man cock and having my nose buried in his pubes smelling his essence. I believe every man has his own scent and it attracts other men. Put me in a gym with sweaty men and my pussy twitches.

Great that it was open last night, just the right amount of guys , back on Thursday

A voice called out, I think it was _____'s, "oh looks like Ted's still fucking that trick. I thought you were gonna be done with him by now Ted?" Ted laughed, unleashed now I guess, "He begged me for another load." Another voice, "Jesus Ted you're such a whore. I don't know how ____ puts up with you." Ted kept thrusting and I squirmed some. "Hey dude, do you want some poppers?" the first voice asked. "yes" I said turning towards him. "please". I knew they were supposed to make anal easier and I knew I wanted it to be easier to take Ted's fucking. A bottle appeared under my nose "inhale." I did and suddenly was relaxed and ready for Ted to use my hole. ** "... yeah actually here with his wife..." ** "...no ..." ** *laughter* Ted was pulling my head back by my hair, "do you want me to cum in your ass?" I realized an iphone light was shining in my face. I was spaced out. "What?" "Do you want me to shoot another load in your faggot ass?" "mmm yes. cum in me." Ted did, blasting what I knew was another massive nut. I felt chilled out for the first time. I'd let a man fuck me twice and ejaculate in me twice. At least he'd assured me that he's clean. Was Sarah awake? Texting me? For the first time it didn't matter. That would obviously have to work itself out soon enough. After Ted got off me I flipped over and sat on the bed. There were 3 other guys in there now, two I'd heard. They were all kinda average biker types and middle aged. I was beyond caring but suddenly aware of my nakedness. Ted was off cleaning himself up again. "So. I understand you're new to gay sex. I gather it's suiting you so far?" ".. uh yeah ..." I blushed, suddenly very uncomfortable. **** At 4:45am my keycard unlocked our hotel room. By then, my anus held the ejaculate of 3 different men. The TV was on and Sarah was on the room's lounge chair, looking unhappy. "... so you got lucky?" "oh yes."

Happy negative STD test date! Let’s fuck as many guys as I can on my day off kind of day! The video arcade was a bust so I decided to be a traveling Cumdump, went to several parks collecting loads. The first park was literally dead with no activity and too many city recreational tree cutters. Saw a short Filipino boy 26yo, 5’3” who gave me the signal, not my usual type and not hung at all… maybe 3? He asked me if I suck snd I said I do. I was in my jock so he knew what I wanted. I turned around and without spit he started to rub his tiny raw cock up my pussy. Whatever’s I needed more lube up my dry cunt. He planted a huge load. I left the area after getting a message on sniffles of a top wanting to do me at another park nearby. I drive down to the other park as my phone was loosing power. Coordinated with another local boi, 29, 5’10 and about 6”. He could get it up but kept grinding his raw dick against my trying yo get hard. At one point he was semi hard and got in. I felt his raw cock expand then become hard as rock. Load number 2 was fast, anon and raw. He pumped his babies in good. 3rd load was at an FB house, 5’10 175lbs about 42 white guy. My favorite kind of top. First time he hosted but I was on a mission. Went up to his place and tried to successfully get him hard… not sure why I was so tight after two loads. He finally gets in and starts fucking. Real dick snd I feel pain from the skin to skin friction but he doesn’t stop. My hole is the squelching and burping snd he hits the wet loads in my hole which lubes his raw fuck tool. He unloads with a satisfying grunt all the juice in his balls. Try as I may, I was starving and the pickings were lame… it was becoming a chore getting more dick after that. I farted and I thought I was dirty but a gallon leaked out, so much cum I couldn’t believe it. I rinsed myself up and was able to get two more tops to use me. For some reason… it was still not enough… not sure if the guys weren’t big enough or it wasn’t enough cum or enough guys?? I wish Hawaii had a bathhouse again….

“So you think you need to know what happens now, boy? Now that DAD has FINALLY shoved this POZ-ROD deep in your ass! How long have you been dreamin about this night? Three months? Four? All that time you have been sitting at home late at night on-line jerking-off, watching DADDY stroking THIS on the webcam? Craving it like you have NEVER needed or wanted anything in your life? You should have seen the huge smile on your face-pig when that first hot load of POZ exploded in your hungry, bloody ass! Look at you. Kneeling here naked, your hair and beard smelling of spit and sweat and DADDY-piss, your nips hot, raw, pink and swollen so pretty. And you told DADDY you didn’t think you were into nip-play? Guess DADDY is gonna have to spank you again for lying about how much of a fuck-monkey you turned into when DADDY got your ass up in the sling, shoved your dirty jock-strap in your mouth soaked in poppers, and DADDY grabbed those hot pig-boy nips hard; your hairy cub-thighs up on DADDY’s broad shoulders while THE COCK worked its magic on your tight neg boy-hole! So what happens next? DADDY is gonna throw you out in about ten minutes and your gonna drive home to your wife tonight with that new buttplug up your bloody and Poz-injected ass and hope you can get in the door and into the shower before she gets a whiff of the sweat and piss and man-sex all over you, and hope she doesn’t get a look at your beet-red ass and gaping fuck-hole. Then you're gonna crawl into bed, your twitching hole and your sore tits are just gonna turn you on again. You're gonna lay there wide awake, hard as an 18 year old boy, and ask yourself what happened? How in the hell did a perfectly respectable 50 year old married man with two kids end up like this? How the hell did you become a crazy fool for a DADDY-bear’s POZ-cock and wanting only to be his complete slave? Is that what you really are? After taking all this time to build up the courage to face the fact that you are nothing but a cock-hungry pig, only happy when you are on your hands and knees, naked, sore, soaked in man-piss and spit on, licking DADDY’s boots and finally trained to drink my piss. How are you ever gonna go back to your boring, empty, meaningless existence? You haven’t felt this alive since the first time you jerked off at age 14, have you? So now you're gonna go back home and even before you get back to your front door you're gonna wish you had never left. You're gonna lay awake at night and wonder if DADDY’s nasty seed is doing its magic in your blood and turning you into that kinky fuck-pig you know you are, deep down inside, ever since the first day you saw another guy’s cock. By tomorrow you will have sent DADDY four e-mails begging for more! It will seem like forever, but someday soon you are gonna be right back here, naked, soaked in piss and sweat, sore ass and tits and abused cock and balls and you will beg DADDY to train you, use and finish the job of taking away all the doubts and illusions about who you really are. You will be tied up and spanked, taught to suck cock for hours on end, and drink every damn drop of DADDY’s nasty man-piss and not dribble it all over the floor like you did tonight. You will know the pleasure of being just a pair of holes and a body for DADDY's total use. You will finally know what it means to be an owned-slave who exists ONLY to have his body, mind and spirit used for a MASTER’s dark, intense, greedy pleasure. Your tits will be the size of wax beans and your balls will be stretched so far you're gonna be afraid they will fall off. In a few weeks, when the fuck flu finally claims you, that evil fire in your flesh, that sickly fever, burns the last doubts out of you are anything but DADDY’s Poz-pig, you will crawl back for more. More fucking, more abuse, more humiliation and training to keep DADDY happy. That’s what’s gonna happen boy. That’s where you are headed now that DADDY has finally gotten those Poz-loads in your guts to match the infection in your mind, the bug of your complete submission. It’s a little late to ask now if you are ready. It's only a question of if you are finally ready to accept your fate.”

That dude was a dick and wanted to stir up shit between you and your bf. I see this type of behavior among gay men a lot. They not only reject but they have to twist the knife deeper to cause damage and pain due to their own lack of esteem, pire and jealousy. One thing your bf has to remember is that not everyone will be into you and that is ok. As the same you aren't into everyone. Where the difficulty stems from if you belong to an outlier group, being too fem, over weight, older than 40, you don't fit a certain category like twinks, bear, jock; not having 6 or 12 pack; being attracted to different body types; acting first like a human being and not some homo caricature. Those people get rejected so often it's easy to become jaded and bitter. He just needs to divert his mind from a bit and focus on what makes him a good guy. Have you both thought about cruising separate? Your look my attract a certain type of guy, while his another. Also have a backup plan to when you cruise, so in case it's a bust you both can have some sexy alone time.

Tommy slam was only .15 because I wanted him to remember getting his cherry destroyed and later I could slam him out of his mind. Once he got control of his breathing I removed his arms from the restraints he reached for his cock but I grabbed his hands. "Tommy tell us are you ready to be a whore?" "Oh, George please do it make me a whore. I want you.." "Tommy, boy, it doesn't matter what a whore wants. It only matters that a whore does what he is told. Do you understand?" "Yes, I'm sorry, George, what do you want?" Oscar handed me the poppers and I held them to Tommy's nostril as I held the other and told him to inhale. Three times I had him hit the poppers then I told him to lick is finger and get it into his ass. I told Tommy to keep fingering his hole as I introduce everyone to him. Knowing I couldn't give him two straight weeks of abuse alone I invited many friends and after this weekend we will visit many other people. I choose tonight's visitors based on various fetishes or types of sex I wanted Tommy to be exposed to so that two weeks from now we would have made up for lost time. The last person I introduced to him was another twink whoreboy, Bobby, and then I told Tommy to stop fingering himself and then I told Bobby to rim Tommy. Tommy again reached for his cock so I restrained his arms again and told him he was never again going to touch himself but would learn to cum from being used. Tommy was moaning like a whore from the rim job so I pulled his head aside and shoved my cock in. For a virgin boy he wasn't a half bad cocksucker but I wasn't planning on dumping my first load there and told Bobby it was time to bump Tommy. Bobby had an evil grin as he bumped Tommy and I think Bobby was enjoying corrupting another boy. It was finally time and I got between Tommy's legs and told him a good whoreboy needs to do two things. First find out what the top likes then second is to make sure the top is satisfied. For me I like to fuck and breed boys so you don't need to do anything but enjoy this as I pushed my cock against his asshole. "Tell me that your cherry, boyhole, innocence are all mine to take" By now the bump was making Tommy's hole hungry and he was missing Bobby's tounge. "Please take my cherry, boyhole and my innocence" As he said the last word I started sliding into his ass.

One night I decided to check out this Tearoom. It's relatively safe and you get a good mix there from hot Teenyboppers to sleazy Old Trolls—a hodgepodge that guarantees just about anything can happen and usually does. At first I thought no one was there till I spied pair of hairy legs. I sat down in the adjoining stall and glanced through the peephole. Pressed jeans and Jockeys lay crumbled on the tile floor around a pair of well developed calves. A minute later a youthful hand beckoned beneath the wall. I had no idea what the Faggot had in mind, but was inclined to let the Dude do what he would--till the Guard walked in. “Closing time!” I exited the stall as he switched off the light. It was dark as hell. You can imagine my surprise when an arm went round my waist and a hand groped my crotch. I jumped. The guy in the can? Just as I decided to let him play, the Watchman reappeared . “Out now!” Outside I found myself alone so I trudged off to the Bus Stop. This Teenybopper came in and sat down beside me. The Fucker from the Stall? The Dude was drunk as hell. "Hi." "Hi" back. He smiled in that stupid boyish way. “Guess how old I am.” “Sixteen.” "Nah, you're wrong! Everyone thinks that since I cut my hair. I get soooooo mad when guys think I'm that young. I'm 18." "Uh huh." "Whatcha doing?". “Waitin’ for a bus.” "Me, too. I’m drunk." "I gathered." The Kid leaned in closer. I was about to leave and wait somewhere else when he announced he’d do anything for money. His candor took me by surprise. He hankered to become the Kept Boy of some Sugar Daddy—who‘d pamper him and keep him in the latest shit. I couldn’t help but laugh. "What's funny?" "You're barkin' up the wrong tree, Sonny. Why do you think I’m waitin’ here instead of driving myself home?" " I still like you. Can we go somewhere?" "There’s a park a half mile down." As we strolled along (I strolled; he stumbled, more or less) I got a better look at him. Hot in that street-like grunged-up way—tousled dark hair, brown eyes, smooth skin, 5'8" and slim. The thing I noticed most about him was that he was soused—absolutely reeked of alcohol. He rambled on about his life. He lived with an alcoholic Uncle who’d introduced him to Gay Sex. They’d had a torrid love affair till Uncky took to pimping him. I wasn't sure how much was true and how much, crap; but I listened all the same. I was only a few years older than he, but I guess he saw me as the Big Brother type. He jabbered on about how he'd love to be a Rich Man's Whore and how he'd do anything for pay. I assured him that there were a lot of needy guys out there who'd gladly pay for play. He asked me what kind of things he’d have to do? "Pretty much the usual--suck Cock and spread your Cheeks." That turned him on. I pictured him all boozed up at the Baths. Man! He'd be dripping POZ CUM in no time. The older Dudes would juice his Innards big-time with their Slimy Loads. The Kid wouldn't even know what hit him. Still, the Baths were out of the question as I had only a few dollars in my pocket; but the Kid had possibilities. “I know a place where we can go if you want to get it off.” I told him to be forewarned—of guys who practiced "Unsafe Sex." That didn’t faze him, but he beamed so much I thought, “Why not?" He wants it. It's not my fault that he's gotten soused.” I felt a fleeting pang of guilt. “You sure you wanna do this?” He reaffirmed his eagerness, but freaked out at something in the bushes. "Try not to be so obvious ‘bout bein’ drunk and all. This park is rife with scum. You never know what kind of Slime you’ll cum across--besides the Slime you want to meat. Just hang with me and you’ll be OK.” We made our way to the Men's Room. The lights were out and there was a young guy sucking an older Dude at the urinal. The Sucker looked serene as he worked his lips over the Senior's Dick. I recognized the Suckee as a compatriot of mine—his first outing since a bout with PCP PNEUMONIA. He'd bragged about the Punks he’d POZZED. The Kid looked mesmerized. AIDS DAD beckoned for my Boy to join the fun, but the Kid turned and ran. I followed. "What's wrong?" “I'm tired of suckin'. I wanna fuck.” We walked into the female john and watched two Trolls humpin'. A bunch of dudes lurked in the shadows. I recognized another POZ Bud and some bareback regulars. “More to your liking?” "S’okay," he muttered noncommittally. The guys were ogling him and closing in for the kill. I just stood back and let Nature take its course. The POZ Dude came up behind him, reached around, unzipped his jeans and pulled down his trou. Another shoved Poppers beneath his nose, exhorting him to inhale 'deep and often.' A third knelt to suck his Cock while the POZ Dude (who was old enough to be his fabled Sugar Dad) spat on his fingers and shoved them up his Virgin Ass. I went outside to wait as epithets of Gay concupiscence wafted through the stale night air. AIDS DAD rounded the building fast as his skinny limbs would carry him. He undoubtedly would want a piece of the Boy, too; and he was welcome to him. It was close to 2 AM when the Kid finally stumbled out, and it wasn’t just Booze inhibiting his mobility. He walked kinda funny like he had a Stick up his Ass. I wondered how much Cock the Boy had taken, but decided it was too impolitic to ask. He sat down on the grass complaining how badly his Butt hurt. I nodded sympathetically. He wiped his mouth which gleamed of Spooge. His forehead, cheeks, and chin glimmered ghostly white with Gay POZ Creme. I knew he’d taken Mega Doses and prayed the Bug was careening his hormone-ravaged veins. I helped him up and we headed back to the main thoroughfare—a taxing hike for one who’d been so wantonly abused. Through conversation I tried to distract him from his ills, but his mind was too far gone. I felt a smidgen of guilt until I rationalized that, young as he was, he'd be fit as a fiddle in a day or two and would learn to live with HIV. And with his predilection for rough trade, he’d end up a proliferant Gift Giver. I spotted a cab, and that's how I left him—gingerly parking his torn Butt on the clammy vinyl seat. It was a nice night, and I decided to walk home.

I was 15. Got a 24 year old guys load twice that day once in my mouth and later up my ass. After that kind of became a regular thing with and his buddies fucking me week nights after gym at the gym and weekends at his place. Was probably getting about 12 to 16 loads a week. 5 years later most of these guys are still my friends and are still fucking me. Its how I met my bf