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Laying there, wrists and ankles cuffed, ball gag in my mouth, I couldn't decide if I was excited or confused. The scorpion tattoo told me that Ryan was Poz... and the head of his cock was slowly entering my tight hole. He looked at me and said "you said you would do anything boy" and I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded, unable to speak. With that, his full weight full onto me and his huge cock broke through my tight ass and plunged deep and hard. Through the ball gag I tried to scream! tears sprung to my eyes and he lay buried deep inside me... 'you'll get used to it boy... or you won't... I don't care" and with that he pulled almost out again and then dropped his weight again onto me and plunged his cock as far as it would go, balls to my ass cheeks. I only know I continued to struggle scream into the ball gag as he plunged back in and pulled back out so many times I lost count. His eyes that were so kind and loving were full of evil. and it went on and on. With my wrists and ankles shackled together, I could only try to roll and moan which only seemed to get him harder. 9 inches of big thick cock plunging hard and deep into my hole, stretching me out, making me almost pass out. AFter what seemed like hours - Ryan started to gather speed and pound even harder if that is possible, until finally, he wrapped both hands around my throat and started to choke me as he yelled out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, take it boy, take it boy" and I almost felt like I could feel his cock explode inside me, coating my guts with his seed. tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes. He finally pulled out and took the ball gag off. "Well boy, you said you would do anything...right" But that tattoo, that tattoo was the first thing I said... it means.... it means... Yes he said. It means I'm poz and so will you. You said you wanted to be my boy and you would do anything for me. I gasped, tears still in my eyes, and my wrists and ankles still shackled together... but I didn't know.... Ryan looked at me - you didn't know? You are a college educated grown ass man. You know exactly what you want, what you are doing and now you are about to know what it means to be owned. I looked at him. What? I don't understand? You will boy. And with that he put the ball gag back in my mouth, then wrapped a bandana around that to muffle any sound that might come out. And since he was so much bigger, it was easy for him to lift me up and take me out of the tent and into the smaller one that he had set up next to ours. It was just a two man tent and I noticed there were just a few blankets on the floor of the tent. He laid me on it, on my back, ankles and wrists still shackled. Leaving me laying there with his cum dripping out of my bloody hole. He had made a time out of really pounding and breeding me open. Ryan leaned in towards my ear and whispered... "Now boy, I like to fuck and breed, but I really get off on hearing you moan and grown when others are abusing the fuck out of your hole and there is nothing you can do... but don't worry, I'll save you in the morning". And with that he left me there. I could hear him out by the fire, open up a new beer and through some logs on the fire. It didn't take long before our neighbors stopped by . Ryan said "hello guys, what's up?" Their response - "Damn, we heard you going to town on your boy - that was so hot!" Ryan then said "you think so? he's a tight assed 22 year old and really needs some experience getting broken in... it's his fantasy and I promised him I would help. Why don't the two of you go into his tent and help him make his fantasy come true?" "Dont be afraid to be rough - he told me the rougher the better". Damn, you serious they said - and with that I heard the tent screen push away.

So throughout the week we texted. He kept building up my hope and trust. Telling me how much fun we would have, teasing me with not being able to wait to take my virginity. He wanted it to be right and memorable and wanted to know if I would really commit myself to him. Of course, being just 22 and never been in a real gay relationship, and of course he was older and sexy and hung... I so wanted him to be my first. And I kept falling for him. So on Friday, I left work early and met him at his apt. He had an SUV already loaded and after a quick kiss - told me to jump in. And we were off. A few hours later, we landing at the camp ground in Binghamton. We found our site - #112. And proceeded to set up our big tent. When we were done, Ryan also then pulled out a smaller two man tent and set that up. I asked why? and he replied - We need a tent to store our stuff and not crowd the big tent. I felt a little silly. I hadn't really been camping before. We then build a fire and had a few beers. It was getting dark and I was horny. Ryan kept stroking my crotch and kissing me, hard. I kissed back harder. He kept whispering "I want you tonight.. and you promised me anthing, right?" Anything daddy, anything. I said back. We went into the tent and Ryan had me strip, then he proceeded to pull out a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. I kinda giggled. Ryan smiled - I like this he said... it makes me feel in control. So I let him cuff and collar me, anticipating and exciting night. Ryan also stripped down to nothing and stood there in the tent, his huge, thick 9 inch cock throbbing. A fell to my knees, slobbering on his cock, swallowing it, gasping as he began to face fuck me. After a while, he pulled me off his cock and flipped me on my back. He dove down and started to eat my hole. My legs in the air, my hole quivering as his tongue darted back and forth. his teeth pulling and nibbling into my ass. Every now and then he would pull back and slap my ass. hard. it stung, but felt so good. Ryan reached around and somewhere a bottle of lube was in his hand. He lubed me up and inserted a finger into my hole. I gasped with excitement and anticipation. He prodded in and out, and then a second finger went in. Soon, he slipped up between my legs and I stared into his eyes. His weight on me. His hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. He cuffed my right wrist to my right ankle. then the left wrist to the left ankle. I was in a position of not being able to stop him. He looked at me... Anything boy? Anything I want you will let me do boy? yes Sir I moaned. That was when I noticed on his hip the little scorpion tattoo. I had not noticed it before. but it was too late. I knew what it meant. I had read about it. I had heard stories. I knew he was Poz. It was too late, he reached behind me and slipped a leather knot around my head that had a ball gag on it and into my mouth, his cock head was already slowly pushing into my hole. Little did I know, his slowly pushing was about to end and a long brutal assault was just about to start....and it was only the begining of the weekend....little did I know that after this three day weekend, I too would be like the boy Mike. Broken, head bowed, and willing to do anything he said.

There it was... posted between the mirrors in the public shower room at the all men's campground: "Help break in my new boy - Site 112 - All night breeding and seeding session - No condoms allowed - 22 year old colllege boy taking all loads with no complaints - Starts at 10 pm until sunrise - Saturday and Sunday night" That was what he did to me. That was how he became my daddy and my owner. My protector and my pimp. There was nothing left to do but now but go back to our campsite #112, with my head down, knowing it was going to happen again tonight. But let me take you back a bit to how it all started, just a few weeks ago. I was 22, and just out of college with my first job in NYC. I was so excited. I could really be 'gay' and experience all the fun things I had been a bit shy to do before and with not living at home and out of college, it could happen! I mean I was an adult with a studio in NJ and taking the path train each day to NYC was a blast. But just a month after graduating, and a week after starting my new job, I stopped after work at a little bar in the village. Now I'm just 22, about 5'8" and 150 pounds soaking wet. I'm a bit skinny but a great smile. and just an average cock. I experimented with blow jobs and hand jobs in college, but nothing more. And at this bar, it was geared more for leather men, and 'real' men. So I went in, ordered a beer and kinda hid in the corner. A man walked up a bit later - He told me his name was Ryan. He was about 40, 6'2 and about 190 pounds. Clearly went to the gym and was nicely fit. As we chatted, I told him my story. I was still a virgin but couldn't wait to now do more that I was living on my own. He told me he was only a top, did that bother me? I said no, of course not. He was kind. Kept ordering me beers. A while later I was a bit buzzed and he suggested we go grab a bite to eat. So we left and just got pizza - no big deal and a few more beers. We ended up at his apartment and of course you know how this goes... but it's not really the story. We got naked and he let me blow him. My god - it was a huge 'man's' cock. Must have been 8 or 9 inches long, and thick! I could barely get more than the head and a few inches down my throat. I got naked and he fingered me to ecstasy until I was begging him please fuck me... but he said no. He said I was buzzed and let's just go to bed and snuggle. So we did. Naked, snuggled into him, I feel asleep. Saturday morning we talked for hours. I showered, we did a late breakfast, and he showed me a bunch of his favorite places in the city. That evening, after going back to his apartment and feeling around again, but no full on sex, he told me I had to go home. "Why?" I asked, almost pleadingly. "Well, I think I like you and I don't want to rush things. Let's just keep talking and get together again soon".... All week we texted back and forth. He kept asking if I wanted to be his boy. That he would make me happy. What would I do for him to make him happy? I of course was texting back that I couldn't wait to see him again and that I would do anything to make him happy. He said he still wanted to go a bit slow as I was a virgin, and he really wanted me to beg him to take my virginity... that would make him happy. I was so niave. That upcoming weekend - he arranged for us to meet up again. When I arrived back at the little bar I had first met him, I was surprised to see another guy about my age there. Looking back he was a lot like me. About 22, same height and weight. but quiet. head bowed. Ryan said "Hey boy, meet my nephew Mike. Mike is visiting this weekend so I thought I would take him around." I tried to talk to Mike, but he didn't have much to say. Over the course of a few beers that Ryan kept buying, I noticed that every now and then a guy from the bar would walk up to us, talk a bit with Ryan and say something I couldn't hear, and then the guy and Mike would leave to a back room. Mike would come back about a half hour later each time. This went on through out the night. When I asked Ryan whatt was going on, he just smiled and said "Mike is getting to know some of my friends better..." and smiled at me. '"you'll get to know them too". When I asked if we were going back to his place, he said "can't this weekend with Mike here...but let's go to the bathroom". In the bathroom, I was buzzed and horny. Ryan grabbed my crotch as soon as we were in the bathroom, then pulled me close "you said you would do anything to make me happy right boy?" "Yes sir" I responded. and I meant it. Ryan then grabbed my neck, and pushed me down to his crotch, unzipped his fly and pulled out his big cock -" take it boy. Put it in your mouth and make me smile boy." So there I was, on the floor in a bar bathroom, sucking Ryan's cock, hoping to drain every bit of cum from it... and Ryan kept his hand on the back of my head making sure I was going to get my guts filled with his seed. It didn't take too long with him face fucking me, until I could hear him breathing deeper and faster, telling me "take it boy, take it all boy don't waste a drop" . And suddenly I felt his cock erupt in my mouth and down my throat. After I swallowed it all, he pulled me up and whispered - "Good boy... I do like a good boy..... I have to go now and take Mike to another event I promised him to, but do you want to go camping with me next weekend? Just us? Binghamton NY is a fun all gay campground and I would love to take you there and get to know you better". And as I looked up into his eyes, and could still taste his cum in my mouth, I said "of course, that would be fun!" ...

Chapter 4 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. It was apparent that the guy was cuming but the Kid didn’t feel anything inside his ass. The guy was panting and holding the Kid close. He let the Kid straighten up and when he did the guy’s deflated cock popped out. The Kid was glad because he figured it was finally over. The guy pulled his pants back up and looked at the front of the Kid. He saw the hairless crotch and the look on the Kid’s face like a dear in a headlamp. He said “ Now that we know what you will do to keep me from spilling the beans around here. I have a few friends that also saw your little episode in the park. We have been wanting to get to you”. The Kid once again was shocked at what he heard and realized that this wasn’t over yet. The Kid looked over and asked “ What do you mean “? The guy grinned and said “ My friends like to get into a little S&M and bondage. They are about as nasty as you will ever see “. With that the guy walked out of the restroom an the Kid got dressed and went to his office to collect his things and go home. As the Kid was grabbing his jacket, he noticed an envelope on his desk. He opened it and inside was a photo of him with a cock in his mouth. He couldn’t tell where it was taken but written on it was a note ‘ I know what you did ‘ . He knew it wasn’t the guy that had him in the restroom because he saw him walk directly to the elevator. The Kid knew that someone else was aware of his secret and now he would probably have to deal with that also. He went to the elevator and walked to his car. He could feel a wetness between his cheeks. Apparently, the guy did shoot a load in his bumn and it was leaking out. When he got home e went into the bathroom to clean up some. When he removed his briefs and looked at them, he was shocked to see the amount of cum that was there. Apparently the guy’s load was a lot bigger than he thought. After he was done cleaning up, he put on some lounging shorts and sat on the couch to look at the TV and relax. This event at work did leave him with the need to get off. He started stroking when there was a knock at the door. There he was with a raging hardon and someone at the door. He went over and looked thru the peep hole to see who it was. It was the guy from next door that caught him in the shadows after his night at the park. He looked a second time as the guy was knocking again. He was sure that this was the same guy. He opened to door and the guy walked in and closed the door behind him. He looked down at the Kid and saw the tent in the Kids shorts and smiled. He said “ Looks like my timing is good again “ . He knelt down and pulled the Kid’s shorts down and stared to lick the head of the Kid’s swollen cock. At the same time he stared worming a finger in the Kid’s ass. He felt some left over cum in his hole and stopped and looked up at the Kid and said “ I think you have already had some tonight ”. He pulled the Kid over to his couch and bent him over the back of it. He started eating the Kid’s ass making sure to nip his tender rosebud. The Kid was moaning and his cock was dripping precum like a fountain. The guy stopped and stood up. The Kid figured he was in for another fucking but the guy reached into his pocket and pulled out a small baggie. IN it was a medium sized shard and some ground up Meth. He fished out the shard and pushed it up the Kid’s ass. The Kid said “ Ouch “ when he pushed it in. The Kid wasn’t stretched much and the edges of the shard scraped the walls of his opening. With his finger being wet from the spit and cum in the Kid he was able to coat his finger with the remain of the baggie. He pushed his finger into the Kid’s ass and twisted it around. He wanted to make sure that the Drud was packed into the walls of his rosebud for maximum effect. It took a minute for the Kid to react to the Tina but the Kid felt the burning of the Tina and said “ That burns a lot, please stop “. The guy didn’t stop, In fact he twisted it more in the Kid’s ass. He knew that the shard probably put some small cuts in the kid and now he was rubbing this into those cuts. He reached in with his finger and found a small part of that was left of the shard. He was able to move it around to rub the Kid’s prostate with it. He knew that this would hit his prostate and do two things. It would hit his blood stream faster and at the same time it would make it harder for the Kid to cum, which sooner than later he would be craving.

Less of a seminal moment but more of a culmination of moments... Back when breakdancing was a thing we'd unroll peices of linoleum at break and lunchtime practice and show off moves. I remember one of the lads who was a better dancer came back from holiday to Florida and had a pair of Nike Hitops ho brought there. He claimed they were the reason he could do various moves so well, so one lunchtime I asked him to let me have a try, so I laced on his hitops and unexpecedly, it made me feel so good wearing them. That I think was the initiating moment. I also have incredibly focused intense friendships - probably a autistic spectrum thing - they were innocent - not at all sexual and I think that was also the beginning of the path for me. Time passed and I recall in my mid to late teens I was pushed to go to baptist church sunday school and the teenage 'christian endeavour' group. The way the group worked was everyone took turn to organise an evening's discussion, sutdies, or activities. One particular evening was organised by one of the lads who was in my year at 6th Form - he was one of those boys who was just good at everything they did - I think he was even Head Boy. I recall the evening was a discussion on avoiding teenage temptations - and started as a lecture in abstinance, but then rather quickly he started going on about the sins of being gay and delivered that part of the lecture staring right at me, spewing all kinds of vitriol. Everything fell into place for me at that moment. Hidden feelings, desires, internal conflicts all popped into focus and made sense. Somehow he'd seen through me and I knew what I hadn't figured out yet... and I guessed I'd been sussed out at that point. I never went back figuring I wasn't welcome. Since I was 18 at the time I was soon to leave to go to University, so my disappearance went almost unnoticed. Looking back, I wonder if part of the reason he sussed me so easily was because he saw a reflection of something he recongnised in himself? In parallel to this I was at an all-boys grammar school. It wasn't what you might expect - back in the late 80's early 90's it was a very hostile place to be openly gay. I am not aware anyone was, at the time. There was no support, and people generally supported Thatcher's Section 28. I rememeber we had someone come in to talk to us about HIV/AIDS from Terrance Higgins Trust and he got booed and jeered so much they abandoned it. Looking back a there were five of us that were friends - none of us were open about who we were or what we might feel but it turns out that in later life we all had something in common we didn't realise. The first I bumped into in Balans Soho. He was a waiter there. Others popped up over the years on gaydar.co.uk when that was a thing, and others I've met up at reunions and even job interviews. Strange how we all gravitated together but never revealed our true selves to each other. Oddly I recall we had someone in our year who was very disruptive - punishment didn't work and he was often exluded. He didn't really have any friends and wasn't violent towards other students or staff... just attention seeking, destructive and distruptive. They brought a therapist and as part of his therapy, he had to pick three students who he trusted to observe, feedback and help him. The three guys he picked... all of us it turned out were from that group of five. Looking back it really makes me wonder... Grammar School was very competitive academically and in sport - and there was a strong emphasis on Rugby and Gymnastics. I was far from an athlete and much more at home in the computer science and engineering labs. I remember trying to get out of having to do rugby practice or athletics by 'forgetting' my kit. I figured if you didn't have your kit, you can't play. If you had one of the softer games masters, you'd get sent to the Library. But two out of the three games masters were ex-army and seemd to be sadisic.. Generally their approach was that you had to pick some kit from the lost property box and carry on... It was likely unwashed, and not quite the right size, so it made you stand out and get picked on. So this idea of forgetting kit was not great... but it triggered something. I kinda enjoyed wearing other lad's kit and not knowing who's it was. The humiliation wasn't that good, but at least for a moment I had people's attention. At the time it was negative but I got a kick out of it somehow. The gamechanger for me was when one of the guys I was in engineering class with and had a secret crush on had rugby in the morning and offered to lend me his kit for my afternoon rugby session to avoid the humiliation of wearing lost property. I believe it was totally born out of purely innocent good intentions on his part. Initially at least, he didn't realise the effect on me - and the bonus was at lunchbreak he played in it again, and he took it off moments before giving it to me, so it was warm and filled with his fresh pheromones. I think, in that moment my gearfetish was born. It became a regular thing on Wednesdays that he'd play in the morning and at lunchtime, and in the afternoon I'd borrow his kit and play in it in the afternoon. After a while, he even got a little bit flirtatious sometimes, but never led to anything. What became of him I don't really know: I never bumped into him again but thanks for FriendReunited (remember that?), I understand he got married, had a family, kids, etc. So all this was hidden... and definetly not out in the open. Fast forward a few years and I'm in the final year of my masters degree. Still hiding in plain sight. But then I discovered IRC (Internet Relay Chat - a bit like Discord) and there were a lot of student run channels. In particular #uk-poofs was a very friendly channel - and unlike the social media internet today had one foot in reality. The channel had regular meet-ups and parties. I lurked to start with, then started to engage, met a couple of guys on a 1-1 basis and then and went to my first party in Finchley, north London. Fromt there I made friend who took me to places and I discovered 79CXR, The Anvil, the Sauna in Lavender Hill and Play Pit. And from there it's only gotten more interesting.... So here I am today.

What a fucked up week! It started out pretty much normal with the exception of my partner Brian being on a rare business trip. I am self-employed so my schedule is pretty flexible. I usually go to the downtown YMCA late afternoons but on Wednesday I went mid morning so I could do some chores as well. The Y was pretty empty so I relaxed in the sauna after my workout. I could see from the sauna door a muscular stud prowling from the shower who put on a bit of a show toweling himself off before entering the steam room. I am not a prude so I followed him. Two guys were in there when I entered. It was extremely steamy inside and I could barely make them out until I was quite close. I sat across from them so I could see what they were doing and if perhaps there might be a little action going on. While I am “monogomish” with Brian, I certainly feel free to jack off with others if it is discreet and occasionally will suck a bit as well. One of them ducked out pretty fast and that left the muscular stud alone with me. “How’s Brian?” he asked. That got my attention! “Ummmm, he is fine, thanks” was my reply. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” Well, it WAS steamy and I didn’t have my glasses on. He scooted closer. “I’m Vince.” he explained. He offered me his hand and held mine a bit longer than necessary while I told him that my name is Mike. “We met once at a party” Vince continued. After a pause, he gave me the key I needed. “I used to date Brian.” “Oh! That Vince!” I winced as that was supposed to be my private reaction. Vince chucked “Yes, I suppose you could say that. Has Brian said much about me?” I replied "Not really" and that was the truth. I was under the impression it was just a short-term thing and I had never pressed Brian about it. Vince confirmed they hadn’t dated too long, but after a moment he said that Brian had a fabulous ass. I wasn’t jealous, exactly, as I stammered "Why, yes he does." Vince had turned towards me and I couldn’t help to see his ample junk flopping in plain view. “I really enjoyed using his hole and I was sorry that there wasn’t the chemistry to make it work as a relationship.” This seemed like an honest declaration; although my ears and dick perked up at his way of saying he had fucked Brian. “I was the first man to fuck Brian with a PA” Vince not so discreetly grabbed his crotch as he continued. “Brian was really tight and I had to use a lot of lube on his hole as I stretched him with my fingers and also used lots of lube on my rubbers.” Vince was clearly getting hard and between seeing his sizable tool and hearing his talk, I was rock hard very quickly. I could see the thick gauged PA accenting his big head and it looked hot as hell. “Brian sucked well, although he had a hard time deep throating me.” Vince pointed his very erect dick at me and pondered “I wonder how you would do?” I was really horny as I had not cum in a few days, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to play with Vince due to his previous relationship with Brian. That didn’t seem particularly discreet. Vince seemed to pick up on my discomfort. “Look, it was many years ago when I had Brian and I never kiss and tell. Just grab and feel it.” Damn was it meaty and big! What the fuck—grabbing it couldn’t get me in trouble. Grabbing it, however, proved to be insufficient. Vince was pinching my nips (a hot spot for me) and feeling me up all over. “Come on, just taste it…try it, you’ll like it.” We both laughed at that so I figured what the hell. I got it about half way down before it became a challenge. Vince with over 8” long—and I mean REAL inches and way thicker than most. “Are you a better cock sucker than Brian? Show me how you suck, Mike!” He grabbed my head and started to face-fuck me. Someone came in at that point so I quickly sat down next to Vince. As the mystery guy was obscured in the steam, Vince kept touching me. As he rubbed my ass cheek I couldn’t help raising my hip to give him access to my hole. It was exciting to play while another man was nearby but unaware. When we were alone again Vince had me face away from him and then he knelt down and latched his mouth on my sweaty hole. FUCK that is a turn on for me! He stood up and rubbed his dick against my hole as he reached around to my nips and chewed on my neck and ear. “I wanna fuck your hole” he growled. I literally had chills run down my spine. I wasn’t going to take him raw so I turned around and said it wasn’t private here and I didn’t have any rubbers with me. “Brian always made me wear a rubber, too” Vince admitted. “I have some special ones in my gym bag and lube, too” he offered. I asked how they were special and he said that they were extra large and fit his big dick the way rubbers should fit a man. “Brian always loved how I fucked him and you will, too!” My resistance was low and my libido was high. Vince was pushing to seal the deal. He didn’t have a place available, but he was open to suggestions. I admitted Brian was out of town, but I had never brought anyone home with me. Vince was pawing me and playing me to the point of surrender. “Come on” he sighed “You are going to love it!” I did want it, but I told him that only Brian had fucked me for the last 6 years. This seemed to make his eyes gleam. “Look, here is the truth: I am moving out of state this weekend and this is the only time I’ll ever be able to be with you. I want my last memory of here to be with you.” He kissed me and his tongue plunged in. After a few minutes of serious tongue dueling and his hands possessing me I told him to meet me in the locker room and I’d give him my address. I just about chickened out while throwing my clothes on, but Vince showed up with his towel wrapped around his waist with an almost obscene bulge erasing my doubts: I gave him my address and said give me 20 minutes to get ready at home as I wanted to be prepped and squeaky clean for the fuck-session. Vince was prompt and started deep kissing as soon as he entered the door. He appreciated my jock strap and said it was perfect. I suggested the couch but he just said “uh uh. I want you on you and Brian’s bed.” In for a penny in for a pound flashed through my head as I led the way. “I can’t wait to fuck you like I fucked Brian so long ago!” Brian and I fucked protected for six months before we got our second negative HIV test and went to bare sex. As much as I prefer getting fucked ‘skin to skin’, I wasn’t going to take any chances with Vince even though he said he only tops. I am versatile, but if I am honest, I get off on fantasies of being fucked by a stud like Vince. I was glad that Vince brought his special condoms so I could get fucked just like Brian did. I could imagine that smaller condoms would be way too restrictive. Vince didn’t just ‘slide and ride’. He made me suck him hard and wet, lick his nuts and when I saw his hairy ass my tongue couldn’t resist. “Awwwwwww! Yeah, fucking worship me and you will get the fuck of your lifetime!” He promised. He also encouraged me by saying the more turned on he was, the harder he fucked and the bigger load he shot. What could be better? Still, after a good 20 minutes of foreplay I was getting crazy to get filled. Vince started his prep with eating my hole and rather harshly finger fucking me. It sort of hurt, but I was so damned horny I just moaned and relaxed to give him better access. The sooner I was open, the sooner he could breed my hole he promised. He told me he was good for two loads so if I was only good for one, I should wait until he was giving me load number two. “Fuck yes” I agreed. He wanted me on all fours for the first fuck. I saw him open the package and slide the rubber on, pinching the tip to make sure there would be room for his load. I assumed the position as he added his lube that he said looked and felt just like cum. I had heard of it, but had never tried it. The push in was slow but constant. The PA felt awesome rubbing against my prostate and I moaned as he filled me up. It was my first time being fucked with a PA, just like Vince was Brian’s first. Vince started out slow and told me how much he liked to see his dick slide in and out. After a few minutes I was relaxed enough for him to pull out and shove back in. “If only you could see what my dick looks like now” he groaned. I wanted to know a few things. “You like my ass? How does it feel for you? How do I compare to Brian?” Hey, a little praise goes a long way for me! “Needy, aren’t you!” Vince chuckled. “Mmmmmmm your ass is fine. It is tight, warm and you have great muscle control. I love how it is hungry for what I am giving you. I’d say I am happier being inside your hole than Brian’s. It fucking turns me on that you are cheating on him and giving me your hole to use just like I used him. My load will be your reward!” This talk was going to both of my heads. I get off on dirty talk. “Fuck me, Vince! I want it bad!” His thick dick was pleasing me and hurting me at the same time. The combination was making me groan and beg please. Vince started to pound harder and my response was instant. I squirmed and groaned while he started his end run. “Fuck yes, Mike! I am so loving this! I am going to fucking own your ass and claim it as mine. You want that, don’t you? You want me to do that? You want my dick?” “Please Vince!” I cried. “You want me to use your hole just like I used Brian’s, right?” YES “You don’t care that you are cheating on your partner?” Just use me, Vince, please! “That is exactly what I am doing. I am going to reward you for your bad behavior…damn, I am so close!” Fuck me Vince! Use me! Make my ass yours! Despite the condom, I swore I could feel the heat of his load pulsing inside me as he screamed and shoved his dick as far as it could go. “There! I am giving you what you deserve, Mike! Arrrrrr! I fucking own your cheating ass!" The stimulation was just too much! I exploded on the sheets and cried out. “That’s it! Cum on my dick and milk every drop out! Vince hissed. His weight pushed me flat on my stomach and I enjoyed the afterglow of his still hard dick twitching as my ass rhythmically clenched and relaxed. Brian always says that turns him on and Vince seemed quite content to let me keep working on him. About five minutes later, after we had each recovered our breath, Vince pulled out, while still pressing me down into the mattress and pulled his condom off to toss in his open gym bag. “It’s my souvenir” he snickered as he nibbled my ear. Vince turned me over and got in a 69 position with his semi-hard dick pointing at my mouth. “Clean me up!” he commanded. I gladly sucked his dick as he sucked on my sensitive dick and nuts. After a while he grabbed my thighs and exposed my ass to his probing fingers, sighing at the same time, “Damn does your ass look fine." His dick gradually went from spongy to rock hard. He re-positioned himself between my legs and reached over to grab another condom. He told me I was lubed inside and out from his first fuck as he suited up. He told me to grab his dick and place it where I needed it. His eyes closed in pleasure and he just said “ahhhhhhhh” as he pushed deep into me. “The first fuck was just a warm up. I want you to watch me, hold on to me with your hands and totally experience what I am doing to you. You are going to always remember this fuck.” I was putty in his hands and I just whimpered a little as my hands wrapped around his strong back. “That’s it. Give yourself to me. After today you’ll always associated getting fucked with what I am doing right now.” Usually doggy is my favorite position for being fucked, but Vince was right—this was a special experience. I couldn’t remember feeling so possessed by another man. Vince locked his hands on my body throughout the fuck: either on my legs, my nipples or holding on to my shoulders. His eyes rarely left mine and while it didn’t feel romantic, there was something so primal about this fuck. I told Vince that and he said “That’s right. I am fucking you the way a man should fuck another man.” I confessed that the only thing that would be better would be to have him fuck me raw, but I quickly added that I couldn’t do that. Vince smiled and said condom or not, I was being fucked the way it should be. I was surprised how hard I was. Vince knew how to keep me stimulated from within and without. Nevertheless, after about 30 minutes I was getting rather sore from the relentless fucking and PA clad head rubbing inside me. Vince said there was no need to stop and add lube as he was getting close again. “Fuck yes” I moaned. “I want it bad.” “What do you want?” Vince asked. “What do you want from me, Mike? You want me to use you like I used Brian? You want to be claimed as mine?” I was moaning yes and please almost like a chant. “You want this connection? You want to be bred by me? By now I was almost babbling as Vince was going in for the kill. I kept begging for him to have his way with me, to use me, to breed me. Despite his condom I could pretend that he was going to breed my torn up ass with his seed. “Yes, fucker! Here comes the breeding you have always wanted. The fuck you will always remember; I…FUCKING…OWN…YOU!!!” Each word was accentuated with full penetration. He went still on the last word and flexed and throbbed like crazy. “You’ve got it…you are fucking bred…ahhhhhhh…” A few quick strokes with my hand and I was shooting clear on my chest. I was way louder than I usually am. There was something so satisfying about that fuck. We were both sweating as we came off our fuck-high. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed fucking you, Mike.” It was almost tender. “I’ll always remember fucking you.” He added. It wasn’t lip service when I told him that the pleasure had been mine. Vince slowly pulled out and tossed his second condom in his bag. We both took a short shower together with Vince massaged my hole saying “Just so I'll always remember your ass.” I laughed and was in a great mood. Vince kissed me deeply and told me that he really enjoyed fucking me…just like he had fucked Brian he added. I confessed I couldn’t believe Brian was willing to let go of his fuck tool. “Well, I am just glad I could have you today…in a way, I feel like I fucked Brian as well by fucking you.” Later that afternoon I emptied a huge amount of lube out of my ass. Fingering my hole and smelling the goo I had to agree that Vince’s lube was the closest thing to cum that I had ever had. Brian got back late Friday and we fucked like bunnies. I enjoyed fucking him bare and pretended that Vince was me. I mentioned I had seen Vince at the Y in conversation late Saturday and that he was moving out of state. Brian seemed to be in a pensive mood and I asked what he was thinking about. Brian explained that even though Vince was hot sex, he was glad he was with me. I smiled at that and asked why he hadn’t stayed with Vince. “Well, we weren’t dating too long and I guess I was a bit naive.” I asked what about. “I always seemed to be full of lube after Vince fucked me and I checked and saw that his stash of rubbers were all carefully slit at the tip and put back in the package.” My heart lurched. “It’s just as well he is moving, I guess. I heard he is poz now and I’d hate to think that anyone I know might get bred like I was…”

Was in town for a few days and had some fun. Tuesday i spend the day taking loads in my Michigan Ave. First up was this sexy 9.5 THICK black man. He was one of the best kissers every. We kissed and licked and then he rimmed my ass and then lubed me up and slid in. Thank god for poppers, felt like he was splitting me open. He fucked for a good 20 Min till he dumped a huge load in me. He kissed me and kept going. Another 20 min later he was pumping a second load in me. My hole was so sloppy and cummy. We laid there and made out while he fingered me and ate my pit till i jerked my load for him to swallow. Took an hour break and then next up was a married cub. We kissed a bit and then he pumped a load into me. He left and I got back on sniffies. There was a sexy Indian guy working across the street that wanted Ass up. I love that. Propped the door open and got in place. He walked in, I sucked him and then he fucked me for a few min and shot his load inside. He left and his HOT (and I mean HOT) muscle guy who was working at a retailer close by hit me up. I figured he was a fake. When he walked in I was shocked how hot he was. He got naked, had amazing arm, 6 pack and 8 thick. I sucked him a bit, rubbed him body and then he pushed me to the bed. He climbed on top of me and pushed in my hole. He pounded me hard, chocked me a bit (which was hot). Her fucked for about 15 min till blew his load inside me. He left and I looked around more. Up next was a repeat from Monday, sexy bI guy who bred me anonymous. Last up Was a cute Persian kid that said he didn’t want to fuck only oral. But we know how that goes. I was blowing him and he was fingering my cummy hole, he rolled over and shoved his 7 thick uncut cock in me. Felt amazing. He only lasted about 5 min but felt like A huge load. God how i love Chicago.

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)

Had the best fuck, possibly ever. Met a guy who wanted to hook up with me and his partner. Turned out to be two couples when I got to his place. Walked in, told me to strip and hop in the sling. He strapped me in and proceeded to lick my entire body, very sensual. The nhis partner and two friends showed up, was a little nervous but they all went to work on a different body nips lips, neck, toes inner thighs, hole, They all seemed concentrated on seeing if what they were doing would get a reaction out of me. They got lots of reactions. When they finally got around to fucking me, I was ready for anything and anyone. while one fucked the others made sure I could feel my entire body. Getting fucked, beard scruff on my neck,toes sucked and nipples played with at the same time was a revelation. They tried hard to avoid touching my cock, but while the second guy was fucking, I started to cum. A lot. One guy slurped up the cum, the second guy kept fucking, and the other two started working harder on my toes and nipples, and whatever else they could. Normally I need a little break after cumming, but didn't get the chance. With all the other stuff going on in and around my body I didn't need to. Number three started fucking and the whole cycle repeated. After number four came, he unstrapped my right hand and told me to cum. Took me a moment, but then one of them started fucking me again , I came at the same time as one of them came i my mouth. I was exhausted, but it felt amazing. I felt really grateful They were the nicest guys!

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.

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

I've always been a bottom, I enjoy getting fucked and leaving. I rarely ever indulged in it though but these last couple weeks have been eye opening. I met this local bi guy and no condoms were discussed and he pumped me full of cum. Walking back to my car with a wet cummy hole leaking into my boxers felt so amazing and wrong. I never bb but this was new and I met him again not long after and let him fill my ass again. Still amazing. My sexual appetite increased and a couple days later I met another guy but he rubbered up. There was just something missing, he was good and he had a nice cock but somehow just felt off. This was only a few days ago and I've taken three more bare cocks since then, once in a random car park, and I'm sat here now with cum in my hole and still horny. I feel like I'm losing control, am I doomed?

i suppose it was two fold thing, started getting hard in early tweens and playing with myself, then on Holiday at 18 at the hotel which was on a beach, this guy waved me over when I went to him he put a hand on my crotch, he had decided I was gay, 10 minutes later he was fucking my ass, never looked back from there on in

This is not Doom unless you buy into all that religious sexual dogma crap. No. This . Is. Freedom! You re now a male living as he should and embracing your sexual Nature, enjoying it as the male Pleasure sport that it is. The more your body gets to experience the ecstasy of sexual indulgence with other males the more you are going tyo need it. I am blessed to have hundreds of male sex partners every year (Just had 111 over the 10 days of Pig Week in Fort Lauderdale fisting and fucking my hungry ass and milking my fat penis). Embarce the Lust my brother. Live in it. You will know a level of completion and satisfaction as a male that many still living in shame, guilt and fear deny themselves.

I've been reading this forum for a long time... but this is first post. Travelling for work this week, and last night decided to see who was about where I'm staying. First grindr taker was an older guy with a good looking cock. I drove over and met his hilariously friendly puppy. We then went to the bedroom and quickly got naked. I could tell he was really horny. A few minutes later he was fucking me hard missionary style, his thick cock felt great and I could see he loved my ass. I reached up and tweaked his nipple and his cum exploded inside me... i could feel it throb over and over. He apologised for cumming so soon, and I said 'never apologise, it's awesome' 😉 He stayed hard for a while, his cock deep inside me, as we had some chat and cuddle. Load #1. Next message on my phone was from suit guy up from Sydney for meetings. I went to his hotel and he fucked me for a long time, changing around positions. He was very affectionate, pausing fucking now and then to kiss. A hot and nice guy. After lots of pounding he eventually said "I think i might cum" hahaha so I said 'give it to me', and he blew a big load with his cock balls deep in me. So far so good! Load #2. After back to my own hotel, I got a message from this guy who chats to me a lot on grindr, even though we've never met. He's in the same town tonight and desperate for my ass lol soon after, he's at my place. Younger asian guy - hard muscled body, really hot. Stripping off, I see he his cock is even better than the pics he shared... really nice one. We make out for a while, as if we're old friends. It's really comfortable to be naked with him, cuddling, kissing, chatting... after a while I sit my ass down on his rock hard cock. A huge smile on his face. He quickly takes charge, flipping me over to fuck doggy style. Really hard and strong fucker. At one stage he even picked me up, his cock hard in my ass. After a few changes of position we end up standing, he's fucking me from behind and pulls my face around to kiss, saying 'I'm gonna cum' as I feel the flood of it in my pussy. Load #3. Met three nice guys and went to bed with my hole feeling well used and full of their cum.

I'm gay. I gravitate to men and masculinity, in particular a guys hole. Referring to a guy and his cock or hole in the feminine sense doesn't do it for me.

As a very young kid, my well-to-do grandma would take me to the theatre/opera/ballet, most of which I didn't really appreciate enough at the time. One Christmas, Aged 7 or 8, she took me to see The Nutcracker which was a bit of a tradition and at intervial she asked me what I enjoyed most about it... and there was only one thing I really liked, so I told her. The big bulges at the front of the men's tights...

I have no interest in football but my Dad was a fanatical Manchester City fan (being a true Mancunian supporting United was unthinkable!) He used to drag me to matches as a kid. Once, when I was about 9, he somehow got a pass to go behind the scenes after a match. It was back in the days when players had communal baths. I didn’t know I was gay before I went in but after seeing 11 professional football players naked in a bath, I sure as hell knew when I came out.

“So?” said Curt, “Are you going to be a good little fag boy?” Jamie nodded and replied “I’ll be a good little cocksucker”, licking his lips. Curt slapped him hard across the face and said “You’re going to do a lot more than that” and dragged him over to one of the new guys. The new guy, bigger and meaner looking than Curt and Todd, spat in Jamie’s face and said “Get to work slut.” PART TWO Big Ed enjoyed the view of the kid’s jaw stretched out around his beer can of a dick, and enjoyed even more the look of fear in his eyes when Ed pushed down into his throat, cutting off his air supply. But truth be told, Jamie wasn’t his type: too cute, too innocent looking. He liked boys with more of an edge, who looked like they had been around the block and were used to trading their throats and asses for a carton of cigs or a dime bag. Now, this boy had agreed to fuck with two complete strangers for money and then consented to take on three more, so he probably was the kind of twank Ed liked. But he didn’t look it and the look really turned his crank. Beggars can’t be choosers, though, and he wasn’t picking up the tab tonight. Not for the room, nor the favors, nor the entertainment kneeling in front of him. This was Curt and Todd’s set up and they still liked them like they did in college and Jamie fit that bill. The others has stopped messing with fag boys after they got married and their taste in guys was frozen in time. Ed, though, never stopped and his taste had evolved somewhat. But Jamie was trying and that earned him a little respect and a reward. Big Ed pulled out of the kid’s mouth and gave him two slaps with his heavy cock, then pulled him over to sit on the bed. ”Bring the pipe over here Mick” he called to the fourth guy in the room, a wiry guy who looked like he could do some serious damage in a bar fight. Mick came over with a glass pipe that Ed lit up and told the kid to smoke from. Jamie asked what it was and when he was told it was crystal meth, refused, saying he doesn’t do that. An enraged Curt stormed over and grabbed him by the balls, squeezing hard, instantly deflating Jamie’s hard on. “Bitch! Who said you have any say in what goes in you tonight?!” he bellowed. “Besides, you already smoked some in the joint AND took some G in the beer. So don’t go around pretending you’re gonna stay straight ‘cause that ship has sailed. Now do as you’re told!” He squeezed again for emphasis. Shaking in pain and fear, Jamie took a deep rip and held it like Big Ed told him. Again, Ed said and again and again four more times. He didn’t know what to expect and was exhilarated by the rush and the wave of horniness that washed over him. Without being told, he dove back down on Ed’s huge cock the second Mick took the pipe back. “Looks like the bitch is ready” Mick laughed. “I don’t think he’s going to put up any more resistance tonight.” “We’ll see about that. Get him on all fours” Todd said. Big Ed positioned Jamie on the bed on his hands and knees as Todd told the boy to guzzle down the rest of the spiked beer. As soon as he was done, Ed replaced the bottle at his mouth with his cock and Todd began poking around Jamie’s asshole. He hocked a gob of spit right onto his sphincter and pushed firmly in. If his mouth wasn’t full of Ed, Jamie would have been begging for Todd’s cock, such was the desire that had welled up inside of him from the drugs and the degrading treatment he was receiving. As it was, all he could do was grunt happily as Todd split him open. ”You guys are going to love this puss” Todd exclaimed. “I was worried this used up hooker was going to have a loose cunt but it’s tight as shit. It won’t be when we’re done, though!” He long dicked Jamie, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. He varied the angle of attack, hoping to hurt the boy, but Jamie, in the state he was in, was loving every second of it. Whimpering as Todd’s cock pulled out, moaning as it reentered and grunting as it bottomed out. At the other end, Ed was having a great time, too. He didn’t have to do any work, as Jamie’s body rocked back and forth in rhythm with Todd’s fucking, forcing the boy’s head forward and driving Ed’s thick member through Jamie’s lips. “I’m not going to last long” Ed said, “this punk’s throat is milking me for all its worth.” ”Go ahead and feed the kid” Curt said as he circled around the bed with the camera, jerking off at the sight of the boy getting spit roasted. “We have all night. You can unload in him two, three times, assuming you’ve still got the stamina, old man.” ”Fuck you Curt!” Big Ed took control of the cadence, jackhammering the kid’s face. He couldn’t breathe and he was genuinely scared but he was even more horned up than before, his mysteriously flaccid dick leaking like a sieve. “Here it comes kid” Ed roared. He pulled back so that only the first third was in Jamie and began shooting volley after volley of cum. “Don’t swallow until I tell you” he ordered as the boy’s mouth filled up with the huge load. When he was done, he lifted Jamie’s face up by the chin and told him to open up and show him. The kid did as he was told and Curt got a good close up on video of his cum filled mouth. Ed, Curt and Mick each took a turn spitting into Jamie’s mouth and Ed said “Now swallow bitch.” Watching all this pushed Todd to the edge and he hunched over the boy’s back and rabbit fucked him, fast and hard. “Here’s the first load of many, faggot” he panted. Jamie, his mouth now free for the first time since he started getting fucked replied “Yeah, breed my hole man, flood my guts with your sperm. I’m just your cumbucket.” With a yell, Todd spasmed and unloaded in the ass he had paid for. He pumped a few more times and then yanked it out unceremoniously and walked over to shove his cummy dick into Jamie’s mouth. “Clean up your mess bitch.” Ed and Todd sat down on the sofa and lit up the pipe again, a pipe that Mick had been steadily hitting as he watched the show and fondled himself. Curt circled Jamie with the camera, zooming in on the drenched pouch of his jockstrap and on his now slightly gaping hole. He narrated his video with degrading talk about the wrecked young escort. He then shoved three fingers into the boy’s hole pulling them out covered in cum and feeding it back to him. All on camera, of course. Todd stood up and made his way to the bathroom. For the first time, the fifth guy spoke up. He had been silently watching from the doorway the whole time, contemplatively taking drags from a hand rolled cigarette as he took in the view. He said “Where you going bro?” “Gotta take a leak. What’s your name again? And why are you still here?” Todd replied contemptuously. Guy number five was different than the rest, no more than ten years older than Jamie, probably late twenties. While the other four screamed “square, suburban dad”, #5 had a gym toned body(the kind optimized for aesthetics, probably never played a sport in his life), a stylish haircut and several tattoos along with pierced cock. “I’m Travis” he said cooly, “Remember? I’m the guy who supplied you with your party favors. Without which your boy might not be so compliant. And without which you would all have tina dick. So mind your manners.” Chastened, Todd mumbled an apology and turned back toward the bathroom. Travis called out “Hey man, why waste it? You’ve got a perfectly good urinal right there” pointing at Jamie fruitlessly fiddling with his soft cock on the bed. Curt smiled wickedly and led Jamie to the bathroom, followed by the others.

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.

For me it was sitting waiting for a train when i was about 17. This older guy was down the other end of the station and i could really sense his presence. He was cruising me; i just didn’t know the rules. He slowly got closer and closer, eventually sitting on the same bench as me. i was tingling all over, so nervous and turned on that i could barely breathe. Nothing happened. My train came and i got on, but i knew then that there was not way i’d be able to suppress my same-sex attraction . It was only a matter of time.

Chapter 2 He looked into the Kid’s eyes and said “ I will be in here after hours. I suggest you work after hours and meet me in here, unless you want everyone to know what a fag you really are “. The Kid stayed later than normal and went to the restroom. No one was there so he did his business and stared to go out to collect his jacket and leave when the guy that grabbed his ass earlier came in and pushed him against the wall. He kissed the Kid and for the first time the Kid the Kid responded, and this time it was without that help of drugs in his system. This caught the Kid off guard and he didn’t know what to do except respond the guy’s advances. He kissed the guy back an da rush ran thru his entire body. His cock stared to get hard again. The guy was pressing against the Kid, pinning him against the wall and he felt the Kid’s cock stirring. He said “ I always wondered if you were gay like me “. He moved one oof his legs between the Kid’s couch and lifted up so that his thigh was pressing on the Kid’s groin. The Kid gasped and then moaned at the unexpected pressure. He started rocking his hips to get more of this great feeling. The Guy moved his leg away and asked the Kid “ do you have anything in you right now” ? The Kid wasn’t sure what he meant and said “ I don’t know “. The guy looked into the Kid’s eyes and said “ Nope, not yet anyway. You look stone sober “. The guy pushed the Kid down and told him to unbuckle his pants and get his cock out. The Kid hesitated and the guy pushed him down by the shoulders. The guy said “ You best get busy unless you want everyone to know what a sick fuck you are “. The Kid got the guys pants down and discover he was going camo. He Licked and stared sucking on the guy’s cock. It was a normal size but it was leaking precum very heavily. The Kid was doing his best on the guys cock, it was getting very hard and he hoped he would shoot soon. He didn’t like the taste of his cock or precum but he wanted this over soon. The Guy said “ Hey Kid “. With the cock still in his mouth he looked up and saw that the guy had his phone out and took a pic of him sucking on a cock. He stopped for a minute and the guy said “ This is to make sure you serve me when ever me or my buddies want some head or ass “. The Kid was shocked, was this not soon to be over, but he was going to eventually be passed around like a piece of meat. The guy grabbed the back of the Kid’s head and pushed his cock all the way in the Kid\s watering mouth. He said “ Get back to work, I’m not done with your mouth yet “. He started bobbing his head on the guy’s cock, trying his best get his to shoot. The Guy told him to lick his nuts and the Kid started licking his salty tasting balls and sucking on his sack. The Guy said “ Jesus, I knew you were going to be fun, but not this fun “. He followed with “ Someone took the time to teach you right “. The guy said we don’t have time but the next time we are together I am going to see if you Rim the as good as you suck. The Kid had a hold of the Guy’s butt cheeks and tried to work a finger in the guy ass, hoping it would trigger this guy’s orgasm. The Guy reached down and pulled the Kid’s hand back and said “ You’re not getting off that easy “. 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”.

Part 9 Breathing heavily from the intense fuck I'd just given Ryan I pressed against his strong sweat-covered back, riding the high of the most enjoyable physical pleasures I'd ever known, reveling in the feel of my cock (still hard!!) inside his muscled chute coated with the warmth of my own cum spewed into him. But besides the physical sensations, I was aware of a different kind of reveling and enjoyment. A feeling, an attitude, bordering on getting turned on more and more by all the raw uninhibited mansex. Cheating on my wife but not just cheating like I know husbands do all the time, but cheating on her with other MEN and quickly feeling the need to have more of it. And more of the smoke - Tina, Drew had called it. It made all the dirty sex and unfaithfulness to my wedding vows somehow more exciting and seductive. And I had to admit I liked those thoughts and feelings! Starting to come down from my cum high I also became aware of another feeling that I was beginning to enjoy. The feel of Kevin's wet cockhead rubbing teasingly across my sweaty pucker, along with the feel of his tongue, lips and teeth nipping at the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. I moaned, louder than I realized until after the fact, recognizing at the same instant that all 3 of us had lost ourselves in our own sex play and forgetting all about Drew temporarily. That thought had just crossed my mind when I heard, “Whoa! What do we have here?!”, Then, “Hey Daddy Justin. Looks like you've been having a fun time!” I lifted my head from Ryan's shoulder and opened my eyes. Standing right next to me was Drew. Still naked, still hard and still making me want him again. And holding a nicely loaded glass pipe and lighter in one hand. Before I could even gather my thoughts to say anything, Drew said, “Here Daddy have some more fuck smoke. I know you've already had some today if you're playing with these two pigs! Haha! And I know you want more. I remember how much you liked it last week at my place,” he said in a low sexy voice. He placed the stem between my lips and started heating the contents and I immediately started drawing in the thick white smoke without hesitation. The smoke and clouds that Drew had introduced me to a week ago I naturally connected in my mind to all the forbidden and “wrong” and exciting things I did with him then and that I had been doing with Ryan and Kevin today. I wanted as much of the smoke as I could get if it meant more of all the hot sex these studs had shown me so far. Keeping his eyes locked on mine as I continued inhaling, Drew spoke to Ryan, whose ass was still filled with my hard cock. “So, cuz, how'd you like getting fucked by my sexy Daddy Justin? Knows how to use an ass pretty good for a beginner doesn't he?” Drew smiled at me as he said the last words and I felt my cock twitch inside Ryan's wet hole. Ryan clamped his ass muscles tight around my cock as Drew put the pipe stem to his lips and lit it for him. After blowing out a huge white cloud Ryan said, “Aw hell yeah cuz! His cock is made for fucking ass! And he dumped a big load of his married cum in my guts! I could feel every shot!” Ryan looked at me and said seductively, “You can fuck me anytime you want to, daddy. And breed me every time.” Drew put the pipe back at my lips and smiled at me as he answered Ryan. “Tell me about it bro! He filled me up with THREE fucking loads last week and I felt all of them. Three hot thick loads of his daddy cheating married party cum!! It was fucking perfect!” Looking at Drew's face I exhaled a thick cloud of the sweet smoke directly at his hard dick and as if I'd done it all my life my mouth followed the path of the cloud and for the first time in a week I had Drew's wet steel-hard dick in my mouth again! I moaned in satisfaction as I tasted his flesh and juices once more. I felt Drew's fingers stroking my hair and the side of my face as he pushed himself deeper towards my throat. “Aw fuck yeah daddy! I fucking love your mouth! Suck my big hard dick daddy. You like sucking your son's cock? The cock that you make so hard for you by letting me know how much you want it?” Caught up in the moment and my mind and cock being led by the Tina, I didn't even give any thought to the subliminal manipulation Drew was working on my mind and life-long ideals of right and wrong and morality. My focus was totally on pleasing the young stud who now had his cock in my throat and who wanted to be my son. I would do whatever I could to please my sexy son. Sliding my mouth off of his spit-covered cock I looked into Drew's eyes. “Fuck yeah son! Daddy loves sucking and tasting my boy's meat and dick juices. I want to make you feel so so good son!” Kevin, who at some point during all this time had finally released his hold on me pulled my face toward his and wordlessly pressed his lips against mine, followed by his tongue and the lungful of the smoke he had obviously just inhaled. I sucked the smoke in hungrily, sucking on his tongue as we ground our hard cocks against each other. Breaking the sloppy kiss, my body and mind and dick at a height of excitement and lust I'd never reached before, I looked at the 3 spun naked masculine men around me and spoke in a voice thick with smoke and raw animal hunger. “Damn guys! You are the hottest sexiest and wildest I couldn't have even imagined! You make me want to do everything we can with each other. I want to make all of you feel as fucking good as you make me feel.” I stopped my gaze on Drew and reaching out to stroke his hard young cock I said, “And I want to please you son any way I can. Daddy wants to make his son feel better than he ever has.” Drew pulled me tight against his toned hard smooth flesh. I felt both of his strong hands grab my muscled butt and knead my asscheeks as he licked my lips. He pulled back from my face just enough to let us look into each other's eyes. His were dark and enticing and seemed to be filled with a burning need. “I know what would really make me feel better than anything else Daddy.” Playing with his hard nips I answered, “What son? Daddy wants you to have it.” I felt Drew's hands tighten their grip on my butt. “I want to fuck you Daddy. I want to be the one to take your virginity. I want you to feel the hard cock that you and mom made pushing inside your cherry married ass and hear you beg for your own son's cum. Will you do that for me Daddy? Please?!!” My cock throbbed almost to the point of hurting when he said this. Oh fuck! I said to myself. (to be continued)

I’m definitely a no hole refused top. I don’t need a pic, or your status, or age or anything. Just show me the hole and I’ll dump my seed in.

Part 7 Ryan was slamming his cock deep into my throat with every thrust. After gagging a few times at first my excitement and need took control and I found myself easily and eagerly taking the full length of his thick cock balls deep with no problem. There was a continual pooling of his precum on my tongue which I swallowed readily savoring the taste. As I gave my mouth and throat to Ryan's dick I felt Kevin's tongue giving my asshole pleasure I didn't know was possible. Every so often he would slap one of my cheeks hard making me moan around my mouthful of cock. Ryan kept up a running thread of dirty talk which served to make me hornier and desiring to give them all the pleasure I could as they were giving me. “Yeah man that's it!”, Ryan grunted. “Suck that cock man. Take every fucking inch in your throat. I love feeding my cock to a horny newbie especially a married one finding out how hot man to man sex is. Helping him cheat on his wife and making him let go and surrender to his needs. You need cock in your mouth don't you dude? You need a hot sexy fucker eating out your cheating manhole right?” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and tilted my head up to look at him. “Isn't that right you hot sexy pig? You need it huh?” In a hoarse voice I answered him, “Yes, yes I need it. I don't know why but I need it so much!” Ryan grinned at me darkly and asked, “What else do you need daddy? What do you want more of?” I wasn't sure what he meant and told him so. He rubbed his oozing cockhead over my cheeks and chin and said, “You need more of the fuck smoke don't you? You need to feel it letting you let go of all the restraints and questions and just indulge yourself in every hot dirty desire in your mind. All the cock and cum and sucking and fucking you can enjoy with other men. Without her ever knowing. Right?” I was stroking Ryan's magnificent cock and moaning as Kevin drilled hungrily into my fuckhole. “Yes that's right”, I panted. “I need more smoke. I need more cock and mansex. More of all of it”. Suddenly I realized Kevin was no longer rimming my hole at the same moment I saw him standing next to Ryan in front of me holding the pipe and lighter in his hand. Ryan pulled me up to a standing position. “And you're going to get what you need man. Starting with more smoke.” Kevin put the stem between my lips and flicked the lighter underneath the bowl which started filling up with that sweet white smoke. “Three big hits buddy,” Ryan instructed me. “Take 3 big ass hits for us then we'll have some fun.” I began inhaling taking the thick smoke into my lungs and body and brain. Before I exhaled the first hit I could sense a growing need to do things with these 2 naked hot men that I would never have dreamed of just a week ago. And I welcomed the feeling. I was ready to go where it led. As I started to inhale my next hit I felt my hard-as-rock cock enveloped in a wet warmth and saw Ryan on his knees with my cock balls deep in his mouth. Damn that looked so fucking sexy, my cock between his lips. I continued inhaling the smoke and heard Kevin say, “Yeah he's a great cocksucker man. And he loves having his face full of cock. He sucks cock as good as he fucks ass,” He saw my eyes widen when he said that, reminding me that Ryan had fucked Kevin's ass earlier and I had eaten some of his cum from Kevin's hole. Kevin grinned. “Yeah man I love the way his cock feels pounding in and out of my ass, his balls slapping my asscheeks. And when he cums I can feel every spurt and every rope of his cum blasting into me. It's incredible man! Have you been fucked Justin?” I blew out an even bigger cloud than before and could feel what I can only describe as something like an electric current running throughout my body and in my head. “No. No,” I answered. “I'd never had sex with anyone besides my wife until last week. And I fucked him but no, I didn't get fucked.” “One more guy,” Kevin said holding the flame under the bowl again. I started drawing the drug into my mouth and lungs once again and heard Kevin say, “You don't know what you're missing buddy. It feels so so good having your cock buried deep inside another guy's tight hole and you know that after fucking the guy last week. But I'm telling you feeling a dick filling up your hole and fucking it til he cums is abso-fucking-lutely amazing!!” I blew out the cloud and looked at Kevin as his words drew me in. “Didn't it hurt when you got fucked the first time?” Deep inside my head, a small area maybe where the smoke hadn't taken complete control yet, I couldn't believe I was standing here naked with 2 naked men talking about getting fucked. But this thought was pretty deep and the smoke was obscuring it. Kevin kept his eyes on me as he sucked a lungful from the glass pipe. Not saying a word, when he lowered the pipe he leaned toward me and I automatically leaned toward him and felt his lips and tongue then felt the swirling smoke as he breathed it into my mouth. I hungrily sucked it in wanting more of the awesome feeling I was getting from each puff, each cloud. We broke our lip-lock and Kevin grinned and said, “Yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch! But not for long. And once the pleasure hits you forget all about any pain. The pain is worth it for how good it feels having a cock in your hole!” I was thrusting harder into Ryan's slurping talented throat conscious only of how good everything felt that he and Kevin and Drew had shown me so far. Could there be even more sweet pleasure doing more? “You're right it felt better than anything I've ever felt when I fucked his ass. And Drew obviously loved getting fucked. He kept begging for it”. A look crossed briefly over Kevin's face at the same time Ryan pulled off of my cock. I looked down at him and saw a mischievous smile on his full wet lips. “Drew? Is that the name of the guy you met last week and fucked and got high with?” “Yeah,” I answered. “It is. Do you guys know him?” Ryan stood up and gave me a deep kiss. Ending the kiss he grinned at me and said, “Oh yeah we know him all right. He's my cousin dude! And today has just gotten better for all of us!” (more on the way)

The term that comes to mind is "fuck any hole". I want to say I'm not into that right now, but if I'm gonna be honest about it, anyone can suck me, and anyone who sucks me is likely to make me want to fuck them. It's not out of desperation, though, as much as convenience. Picking the easiest fuck, not necessarily the best fuck. It's like this: there's a ass that could be fucked, and I'd rather be fucking ass than not fucking ass, so I'll fuck it.

Like any advice all of it comes from a perspective tempered by experience so take from it what you will. First off, and I truly believe this, if you are unsure then its probably not for you right now. Being nervous is understandable; not only is being intimate with strangers inherently risky for many health reasons, it can also be simply dangerous. That said I have only been truly uncomfortable with situations on a couple of occasions. Secondly, if you are serious about enjoying casual anonymous sex get on prep. Obviously that one is upto you but if you are taking loads then you will end up getting more than just cum in you. How you deal with that is your choice. Lastly, when you are sure, enjoy it. Go to a club, bathhouse or cruising ground and offer yourself up. You might not always get everything you want but every chance not taken fails. There is always someone who wants to unload in a willing hole.

A cheating fetish. I couldn't help this side of me. It wasn't me that cheated. I'd long since realized in my early 20s that I was never going to be the relationship type. Nothing got me hotter, harder, or hornier than making a guy cheat. Watching his eyes while he begged for me with his stupid boyfriend, husband, or whatever they call it was back home. I'm 38 years old 6'1 198 17% body fat. I'm the DILF at the gym you can't help eyeing. I wear muscle shirts to show off and i make the boys blush, gay or straight. Black hair crew cut full trim beard. Hairy legs some hairy chest, all masc, all man. But my real pride and joy. The thing that makes the boys go weak at the knees. I have a 9.2 in dick that is 6.1 inches in circumference uncut thick dripping dick. i love letting my fat monster cock just hang and work weeks on training cheating boys to worship and become addicted to it till the relationships they go back to and the relationships they have after the inevitable breakup will never compare. When I was 28 years old I tested positive for HIV. This opened my eyes to the world of domination: bringing cheating boys home now was not just home wrecking, it was a life changing experience that would follow each guy as a constant reminder that he had betrayed common sense, that he had submitted to me and virus. He was essentially nothing more than a begging cums slut who's nature controlled his destiny. For me, it wasn't just sex. It was a sadistic communion. Every secret meeting. The build up to the eventual fuck. and finally the night of repeated breeding till they had no doubt in their mind that when they limped away the late hours of the next day they were carrying the virus home with them forever. Ram and Joseph I found Ram and Joseph in the most benign place you could meet a young gay couple. Facebook. With the lists of boys who added me from the gym and next towns over asking for workout advice and sometimes more, these two sexy Latin boys appeared in the people you may know. It was Joseph's profile picture that attracted me. The two boys sitting side by side on the beach smiling. I added him, and then found Ram tag and added him as well. The boys were so perfect together. Joseph was 24 years old. 5'6. 160 lbs. He was a cute little smooth Latin stud. light tan skin. full lips. light brown hair. Ram was 28, very studly, 5'10 175 or so. Not as fit as his twinkish boyfriend but still so goddamn devourable, and my sights were set on him. I wanted to watch his eyes roll back in his skull as I filled him with poz cum. It turned out that Ram worked at the local mall and I suddenly discovered the need for some new clothing, so the very next day I dropped by the mall and took time eyeing the store from afar until I saw him, dressed smartly, wearing a cute hat and form fitting jeans. Now was time for the approach. Waiting to see him bent over a pile of clothes when I stood close behind him. "Can I get some help" I said slightly louder than necessary enjoying watching Ram jump. "Oh, hey man I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He couldn't help but look me over. the gay boy in him, that cock hunger that is in all gay boys like Ram and Joseph flickering behind his eyes. "Let me get someone to help you. " He said trying to regain some managerial composure. "No" I said bluntly. "No?" "Look I seen the kids you got working for you, they're great i'm sure. But you're the manager and you look like you actually have some style." He smiled sheepishly, even pathetically, at my half assed compliment. "Show me around," I proposed. "Sure man...sir." He said trying to regain his professionalism and overcome the obvious interest. "Honestly you already look like you are pretty good, but we'll see what we can get." He walked me around the store and I took my time trying on different things. and we got to talking. He was only the assistant manager (boring). He'd been trying to level up (boring). He was trying to go back to school (boring). He had plans for himself and his boyfriend (ding!) "You're gay?" I asked innocently "Yeah, but you knew that," he remarked, adding "you added us on facebook." "You recognized me?" I smiled to myself "A hot guy adds my boyfriend. Yeah, I'll pay attention," he replied. We were already near the dressing room and the moment was too opportune to pass up. I removed my shirt just before walking in. with the door still open I turned around and asked "So, you like what you see?" His eyes flickered up and down and his mouth hung just slightly open. He smiled, looked away and returned to look me up and down, finally responding "Cocky much?" "Only if the audience approves" I responded. He remained quiet for much of the rest of my visit trying to busy himself with other customers. I bought several things and left. Two weeks later, I returned to return some of my rusefully purchased merchandise, but during those two weeks I decided to go on a ripping season for my workout posting plenty of progress photos. Ram started testing the limits likeing, then adding playful comments, then finally he messaged me asking Can you offer me workout tips? I smiled when the message came in and replied What did you want to know? How in the hell can I look like you? Long and hard work son. You willing to put in the time? hahahaha! Yes sir Good boy. I'll drop by the store. I need to return a few things, I can bring you some stuff to help. I returned the items. Dropped off some supplements, we chatted about the gym and, if he ever wanted it, I offered some personal training at my home gym. Ram practically jumped at the idea, but there was hesitation in the back of his mind that revealed itself when he finally remarked "I love Joseph." "Your point?" "I just don't want there to be any confusion. I'm just trying to look better for him," he replied. I smiled and wrapped my arm around him saying "Rambo, stop worrying we're gonna have fun." And inside my jeans my dick jumped and drooled thinking of Ram's ass slowly opening up and begging for my raw load.

As I lie here browsing Breeding Zone, it occurred to me that I probably don't have that long left. With that in mind, why don't I tell my story? It all began 6 years ago in earnest, but the situation I find myself in has probably been set in stone for the entirety of my life. 6 years ago, this was me: I was 23, I worked hard on my body, and made sure I looked good. I was training to be a nurse, had a boyfriend, house, car, the lot. Life was going well, and the sex with my boyfriend was fantastic. However, there was a part of me that he could never fulfill. It wasn't a part of me that I ever thought would be fulfilled. I used to fantasize about being pozzed. The thought of it drove me wild. Only ever a small thing at first, a thought that would drift into my head on occasion if I was jacking off, but later it became all I could think about. The thought of toxic death being pumped into my hole - heavenly. The fantasies grew, and I used to jack off thinking about getting knocked up and then pozzing my boyfriend. Obviously I could never tell him this, and as much as I loved him he had a real bias against guys with HIV. I knew that this was a secret I had to keep to myself, but as I fucked his ass at night I used to pretend I was putting him to death as I cummed. Things changed when I got into work one cold, January morning. I was on assignment in a dermatology ward. Mostly spotty teenagers and old women with psoriasis. I was bored, and I'd told my boss at the time that I wanted a new challenge. "Good news, we're moving you", she said. I could tell she was delighted - she hated me, and the feeling was mutual. "Where am I going?" A smirk crossed her face - "There's a hospice downtown that needs a new nurse". Bitch. Hospice duty was notorious for being an awful assignment. Death all around, people at the lowest ebb of their lives. You were told as a junior nurse to try and avoid it at all costs. How ironic that that's where I now find myself... Anyway, off I went to the hospice. It was in a fairly run down part of town. I sent my boyfriend a picture that morning: And he sent one back: Fuck he was hot - I made a mental note to not even say hello when I got home that night - I'd push him into the wall and fuck his tight hole until I exploded. I messaged back, 'Make sure you're lubed by 6pm x' and put my phone away. I could smell death as I headed into the hospice, and my inappropriate horniness soon died away. It upset me, the poor souls in here at the end of their lives, but I tried to put on a brave face. My new boss was a mousy little woman, and you could tell that the stress of working in this place for years had got to her. She perked up a little bit when she saw me though. I could see her, looking at me in my tight uniform. 'You're barking up the wrong tree dear' I thought. We did the rounds, checking in on each patient. It was mostly older patients, and mostly women. I did my introductions and we checked vitals. "Now," the boss said. "This next patient - I want to warn you, this is a sad case. He is in the advanced stages of AIDS". I felt my cock jump, I couldn't help it. "This particular strain is a nasty one. No medications have worked for this patient. He was diagnosed as HIV+ 10 years ago. His condition has deteriorated at a phenomenal rate". Why oh why did I have such tight pants on? My cock was rock hard and I was praying she wouldn't notice. I moved the clipboard in front of my crotch. "He has no family or friends it seems," she whispered. "He looks awful, I'll warn you. You must take extreme caution around this patient. Gloves to be worn at all times please. He has a number of other STIs, but we can't treat them as we don't think his body could cope with the medication at this stage. He's very near the end". We walked in to see the patient. He looked awful. Skeleton thin, lesions all over him. He coughed, a long, raspy rattle that made it sound like his lungs were trying to escape through his throat. He looked over at me and his eyes lit up. He smiled a toothless grin. He was 50 but didn't look a day under 90. "Hello," he whispered. "Good Morning Mr. Pearce," the boss said as she pulled on some gloves. She nodded towards to glove box and I started to put on a pair. "Please..." he rasped. "Call me David". We did his vitals, which weren't great, and as I made notes I could see him staring at me. Mentally undressing me. My cock was aching, trying its best to force its way out of the fabric of my pants. What was I thinking? This man had a fast-acting strain of HIV. He was dying of AIDS. But my cock didn't care. It wanted him. I decided to be daring, and I moved the clipboard. I could tell he noticed my straining cock straight away. He licked his lips greedily. I put the clipboard back. "Who is your friend?" he said to the boss. "This is Nurse Bateman, he just started with us today". She had a way of talking down to patients that was starting to annoy me. "Good Morning David, nice to meet you". He flashed me a wicked smile. "The pleasure is all mine". We finished his checks and the boss gave him a little something to help him sleep. Before I knew it it was lunchtime. I hurried to the toilet and locked the cubicle door. My pants were down in seconds and I was milking my cock, thinking of David, imagining riding his toxic cock. I cummed hard, just as my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was the boyfriend. "How's the job going?" Just then, a wicked plan began to form in my mind.

PART ONE Jamie wasn’t in the habit of responding to Craigslist ads (way back when CL personals we’re still a thing) posted by guys offering to be “generous” but he was unexpectedly in need of funds. His graduate stipend seemed sufficient by most people’s standards, but living in Los Angeles was expensive and now he had to pay a large deductible to his car insurance company after getting side swiped on Mullholland. So the posting from two guys in town from Iowa for a convention was too good to pass up. He knew from experience that these married guys were easy dates; they were so starved for some man-on-man action that after some dirty talk about their daughters’ boyfriends the actual sex was over soon and they’d hustle him out the door, paying the $600 for the four hours even though they’d only been together for ninety minutes or so. At 23 years old, 5’10, 150# and mostly hairless, Jamie was lean and boyish, with an adequate set up in the front more than made up for by a high riding rear with surprisingly ample projection. In other words, he had a great ass! A recruited athlete in college, his physique had slackened some but he could still turn heads. Probably a 9 at home, he was only a 6 or 7 in LA but that was more than enough to get plenty of play and to turn a trick here and there when money got tight or he wanted to treat himself to a splurge. It helped, in that regard, that he had few limits and was usually more than willing to indulge the more unusual requests. But this sounded like a pretty vanilla scene. Both guys in their forties, married with kids his age, friends since they were in the same pledge class in college. They messed around with guys (fag boys the guy he emailed with called them) together back then and wanted to relive that experience. When the day came, Jamie got cleaned up and out and drove to a rundown motel near the marina. He had been there a few times and was surprised that it seemed mostly deserted. The small and shabby but mostly clean rooms were usually occupied by street walkers running a trap house, day laborers sleeping in shifts and homeless people who had earned enough panhandling to get a roof over their head for a night or two. That the place was nearly empty suggested that there had been a raid recently. Annoyingly, the only other apparently occupied room was the one right next to the end unit Curt and Todd had rented. Jamie walked in to a room that was brighter than expected. The guys had taken the shades off the lamps to get more light for the camcorder they had set up to record this indulgence of theirs. Introductions were made along with the usual small talk. Both guys were decent looking, with dad bods as expected but dad bods that had thickened from better than average starting points. Curt (his attitude as well as his name) was 6’1, probably 210ish, with blond hair turning to gray and the strong legs of the former soccer player he had told me he had been. Todd was built the way Jamie would look in twenty-five years, 5’10 and 180#, indifferent but not fat, with his brown hair cropped tight to hide a thinning pate. He was soft spoken and polite, inquiring about Jamie’s studies and life in LA. Curt, clearly in charge of the night’s festivities, handed Jamie an open beer bottle and a shot of rye. “Bottoms up buddy!” he said, pouring a second shot for the boy as soon as he has drained and chased the first, followed by a third. Then he sparked up a joint and passed it to Jamie, instructing him to take long, deep drags. The booze and the pot had the boy feeling good and he was gladdened that the night looked like it would be more fun than he had anticipated. Curt and Todd began stripping off and told Jamie to do the same. When he was naked except for the jockstrap he was told earlier to wear, Curt barked at him to leave it on. “We don’t want to see your dick, that’s not what we bought you for.” Todd sat down on the sofa with another joint while Curt fiddled with the camera saying to the boy “C’mon cocksucker, let’s see what you’ve got!” Jamie got down in his knees in front of Todd and started servicing him, licking and nibbling and sucking him to attention. Soon enough he was fully hard and the boy got to work in earnest. Curt pulled him away and presented his own stiff cock, pushing it firmly and steadily down Jamie’s throat. He began to gag but Curt kept his dick lodged in there before finally backing off, still leaving most of it in Jamie’s mouth. “Look up at me boy” he ordered, and Jamie looked up to see that he had started recording. He pulled out and told him to beg for it. “Please”, the boy said, “please give me your dick.” ”What are you?” Curt sneered. ”I’m a cocksucker” Jamie replied, and Curt rammed it down his throat again. He roughly facefucked the boy getting the whole thing on video. This was much more hardcore than Jamie liked and he was surprised that it was really turning him on, his cock hard and leaking in his jock. As Curt was abusing him, Todd dropped his nice guy persona, egging his friend on, calling Jamie a dirty slut, a cheap hooker, a perverted faggot, etc. Through the verbal abuse and sound of his own gagging, the boy thought he heard the sound of a door opening. He darted his eyes to the side to see that the front door was still shut with the chain on. Glancing the other way, he could see directly into the empty bathroom. Then he heard a third voice saying “So, how’s the whore? Everything you wanted it to be?” Startled, Jamie pushed Curt away and leapt to his feet, backing away towards the door. He was very light-headed and stumbled, attributing it to the pot and the oxygen deprivation from the throat reaming. Looking across the space, he could see two new, naked guys in the room and a third, also nude, through the open door to the adjoining, smoky room. “Hey guys” he said, smiling amiably and thinking fast, “this isn’t what we agreed on. I’m cool with a group scene, but we have to renegotiate terms and set some ground rules.” Curt closed the gap between them with a reasonable, “let’s be friends” look on his face, his cock still rock hard and glistening with throat slime. To Jamie’s shock, he gave the boy a swift punch to the stomach and the boy fell to the ground doubled over with the wind knocked out of him. Curt pulled him up by the hair as he gasped for breath. “Listen, there are five of us and one of you. Do you really think you can stop us from doing what we want? If you go along with it you’ll probably have fun. Bitches like you love the cock. Or you can fight back and still get dicked down. Your choice.” Jamie looked around and quickly assessed his predicament. Curt was right, he couldn’t take down five guys, especially as the spacey feeling in his head was getting worse. There must have been something in that beer or the joint, probably both. And the five of them were each hot to him in a daddy sort of way. But the decision was ultimately made by his own dick which was harder than it had ever been and was dripping so much precum that the pouch of the jock was sopping wet. ”So?” said Curt, “Are you going to be a good little fag boy?” Jamie nodded and replied “I’ll be a good little cocksucker”, licking his lips. Curt slapped him hard across the face and said “You’re going to do a lot more than that” and dragged him over to one of the new guys. The new guy, bigger and meaner looking than Curt and Todd, spat in Jamie’s face and said “Get to work slut.”

@ChainSMokerPIG

Last night in orlando I went to A bar with an outdoor patio A twink fucked me in the open with guys watching drinking beer hot

Same here. If I wanted pussy or cunt, I'd be fucking women. I fuck man ass.

my pussy is wrecked. But need it more damaged! anyone in Chicago want to help?

I knew I was QUEER at 5 years old and at 17, I knew it was time to find my first man...as soon as I had his cock in my mouth there was no question.

It’s 15 cash and they have a 5 dollar off coupon on their website that you can print out. Fairtheater.com Btw it’s a great place to spend some time as it’s really an old movie theater in the main part and that okay all sorts of regular movies. I went on a Saturday once and caught Jaws when there was a lull in my load taking lol.

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-

My hole after pumping for about 15 minutes.

Part 11 My heart was pounding and my stomach was in knots realizing what I had just asked Drew to do. What I had just given him permission to do. I was scared as hell of the pain that I knew I would feel when he first entered me. Pain Kevin had said was intense. Pain he'd said would turn to pleasure. I hoped it didn't take long to feel the pleasure. Maybe I can still back out, I told myself. Before anything happens. He'd stop if I asked him to, wouldn't he? I was just about to tell Drew I'd changed my mind. That I didn't think I could go through with it. Then Ryan was slipping the stem of the glass pipe between my lips and like a trained pet I automatically started drawing the smoke in, needing it to calm my fears and nerves. As I sucked harder than I think I had before I felt Drew's fingers circling around my hole. He had his eyes locked on mine, his young handsome face smiling widely, a smile of animal hunger, of sexual energy, and of what I would later realize was a look of victory. “Yeah, daddy, smoke yourself up good. Let the fuck smoke feed your hunger for what you need your son to give you. What all of us can give you. But I'm going to be the first. My cock will be the first one in your ass. Just like it was the first one in your mouth. Your son's cock.” I exhaled an unbelievably huge cloud and was lost in Drew's words and the feeling of his fingers pushing against my tight hole. The thought of telling him I'd changed my mind was completely gone. I wanted him inside me. “Oh yes, boy. I want to feel your cock inside me. My son's hard dick taking my cherry ass. Please son do it. Please!” I moaned, and then gasped as I felt Drew's finger begin edging in. “What kind of ass daddy?” he asked in a deep sensual voice as his finger moved just a bit deeper past my anal ring. I gazed at him unsure of what he meant. “My cherry ass,” I repeated. I felt Drew begin rotating his finger back and forth just as I felt Ryan's lips begin sucking on one of my hard nips. I arched my back and heard Drew say, “Your cherry cheating married ass, daddy. Right? You want your dirty partyed-up cheating married ass fucked and bred by your own son. Isn't that right daddy?” “Oh fuck yesss! I need my cheating married daddy ass fucked! I need it fucked by you son! Take it boy. Make me know what it feels like!” Drew pushed his finger deeper still as Ryan started using his teeth on my sensitive nip. I was moaning in total heat and squirming on the table beneath me. Then Drew's finger was suddenly gone. I groaned and asked him to put it back in me. “I will daddy. But let's hit the pipe again first okay?” I eagerly agreed and started to sit up. “Just stay on your back daddy. Hey Kevin, see my shorts there on the ground? Yeah right there. Pull that baggie out of the pocket and bring it here. We want to make sure we have enough,” he laughed looking at me as Ryan was once again feeding the pipe to me. “Isn't that right, daddy? We don't want to run out of the smoke while you're getting your first ass-fucking, do we?” I exhaled a thick white cloud and anxiously answered him. “No, no we don't. It makes me feel so horny. It makes me want to do everything with all three of you.” “That's the idea buddy,” Kevin said as he handed the full baggie to Drew then leaned down to kiss me. “The smoke makes everything better and nastier. It'll definitely make your first fuck easier to take.” I laid there, my head on the table and my eyes closed, feeling the sexual urgency grow stronger as the smoke took more and more control of my body and mind. Then, my eyes flew open and I moaned in extreme pleasure and surprise. Drew had dropped to his knees and was expertly and aggressively eating out my ass, pushing his tongue deep into my hole. “Oh..oh gawd yessssssss son!” I yelled out. “Eat my hole! Fucking eat my married ass! Oh damn you're making daddy feel so good baby! Ah fuck yeahhhhhhhhh!!” As I felt Drew pushing my legs up and back I felt the table move as someone climbed onto it. I opened my eyes to see Kevin standing over me jacking his hard man-dick and grinning at me lewdly. “While Drew's eating your ass buddy, how about you eat mine some more? I bet there's still some of Ryan's cum in there for you to felch out and swallow.” “Fuck yeah! Sit on my face you fucking stud! Give me that ass and the cum in it!” As Kevin began to lower himself I reached up and grabbed his hips bringing his ass down to my mouth and noisily started feeding on his hairy hot daddy ass!! I licked and sucked on his hole, pushing my tongue inside and hoping to taste more of Ryan's cum. Ah yeah, there it is! I moaned in satisfaction and eagerness as I tasted the young stud's seed on my tongue before swallowing it to join what I'd eaten earlier. At the same time I was going crazy feeling the sensations Drew's thick wet tongue was making my ass feel. At that moment everything centered on my mouth and my ass hole, and the intense pleasure they were receiving from these two sexy men. Then, even though I was lost in all that we were doing, I became aware of a burning in my ass. I tried to ignore it but it grew quickly and was replacing the pleasure Kevin's ass and Drew's tongue had been giving me. I pushed up on Kevin's asscheeks and pulled my mouth from his spit-soaked hole. “Oh fuck man! It's burning! What's wrong? Why is it burning so bad?! Please make it stop!”, I pleaded. I looked down my naked sweaty body and saw Drew standing up between my legs again, smiling at me, one hand stroking his hard meat and the fingers of his other hand caressing the edges of my wet hole. “It's okay daddy”, he said. “Nothing's wrong. It'll stop burning in just a minute or two. I slid a couple small pieces of the shards we've been smoking inside your ass. It's called a booty bump. Doing it that way gets it in your system quicker and increases your need for more fun and helps you give into it all even more.” Ryan was on the table sitting next to me and rubbing a hand across my chest and abs. “And it'll make it a lot easier for you to take your first dick,” he said in a husky whisper. His hand caressing me and Drew's fingers gently circling my hole felt so good, and I realized the unpleasant burning had eased up. In fact it was almost gone. And in the same instant that realization hit me, I realized there was another feeling coming to life in my hole. A new burning. But this wasn't a painful burning. Instead it was a burning and growing hunger in my ass. A need to have something inside me. I groaned deep in my throat and spread my legs wider. Opening my eyes I looked at Drew and saw the grin on his face widen. “Yeah, you're feeling it now daddy, aren't you? You need something don't you?”, he asked, slipping two fingers inside my dripping hole. “Yes! Fuck yes son! I need you to fuck me! I need your cock in my hungry cheating married ass! Please son! Fuck me! Fuck your daddy!!” “That's what I wanted to hear, daddy,” Drew said in an almost sinister tone. I felt the pressure of his cockhead pushing against my never-before breached hole and then the unimagined pain as Drew, my son, began to give me my first fuck! (more on the way)

Thank you so much guys for the encouragement - it means a lot that so many sexy guys are into this! Lots more to come 😈

Well, I got around to cleaning all the porn DVD's last Sunday ( my hand was a little forced/rushed- my sister was evacuating out of Ft Myers post Hurricane Ian, and coming to my place to stay for a bit, so all the dildo's had to find a discreet , inaccessible resting place, the sling came down, and the stack of porn on the dresser had to be dealt with- so while dealing with it, it made sense to clean and return the loose discs to their plastic boxes. I ended up using Dawn dish detergent, a few drops in a pot I use for boiling pasta with warm water (just tap water, not heated on the stove!) At first I was handling 1 disc at a time, dipping it into the soapy water in the pot and gently rubbing the disc to lift any Crisco or other lube from the shiny side of the disc, then rinsing under a trickle of cooler water and onto a micro fiber towel to remove any water. As I got into a pattern, I ended up popping 4 or 5 at a time into the pot, then fishing each out and doing the cleaning ,rinsing and drying. The ONLY issue I had from any of the cleaning was a fisting video from Europe that did not have a printed into the disc graphic, but had some sort of a gel like film image- once it hit the water, the film began breaking up and slipping around - it almost was like old J Lube consistency at that point, so I just went and wiped all of it off the top of the disc, then rewashed the disc to remove any "snot" it may have transferred to the underside. So, all in all, from the 20 or so discs I cleaned ( and some were worse than others,but most had at least smudges and spots before washing) they all came out with nice, clean and shiny playing surfaces--hope this helps anyone else with dirty , "dirty" DVD's

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."

That is what frustrates me most about going on the sites/apps. I am pretty serious about getting fucked and taking a load. That being said, I don’t preemptively clean out every day on the off chance that I’ll find a man looking to breed me. Tops really should stop to consider why we ask for a little time before meeting. Unless they don’t expect a clean hole…

For those considering actively trying to cause themselves to prolapse, I recommend doing a Google search on ‘rectal prolapse’ first and becoming fully informed about the potential consequences. A prolapse is an indication of significant damage or weakening of physical structures supporting the rectum, and according to most sources usually requires surgery to correct. Fecal incontinence is a risk. Personally, I’m not about to do anything that could result in having to wear adult diapers.

It’s hard to get proper training without a long term Master or Superior in your life. Reason being is simple: bondage is about trust. Period. As a Master I can tell you there is a ratio of 1 Dom/Master for every 10 subs/slaves. At first sight it wouldn’t seem that way, say looking in Recon. Eventually you realize that most self-proclaimed “Doms” are not really doms. They are more like “switch” or even regular guys who enjoy the fantasy of having someone at their service but are unable to know what to do with them. for me it was easy to know what I was, as a gay man I always wanted to top. Then I realized I enjoyed the feel of sexually “using” the he bottom. Then it progressed into being rough and the first time I did impact play, I came in 10 seconds, that’s how much I liked it. I was ready for seconds in less than 5 minutes. for you, the road is harder but my advice is not to focus on looks, race or age. Focus on chemistry and comfort level. You have to feel connected at one level, have the same goals. For instance I am a key holder (need my sub in chastity. Won’t have him any other way) and I tend to enjoy inflicting pain. I have to know my sub very well before I use him and tend to get romantically involved with them because I tend to be very controlling and protective outside the bedroom. I also like to breed and guys whose main interest is to collect loads do not turn me on (not passing judgement, just not my thing). my sub will never have to use the safe word because I know his body well, I progressed into the things we do, starting from basic stuff like handcuffs all the way into whipping and predicament. progression is what you want. Don’t jump off the deep end of this pool. Especially not with the wrong guy. It may scar you either physically or mentally. Maybe even both

If you are with a TOP that doesn't want to be catheterized, there are other methods I have used. The TOP pisses into a container. The TOP puts the cath in you and drains your bladder. From here there are two ways to go. 1. pour the piss into an enema bag, attach to the cath and let it flow. 2. remove the cath and using a catheter syringe, these syringes are usuallt in 60 to 100cc sizes The TOP draws up the piss and he injects it down your piss hole. the sensation of fluid flowing backwards through the neck of the bladder is an incredible experience! https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/monthly_2020_01/134301092_PissInjection.jpg.ea457fbb163d483ddf2a54fd2809005d.jpg

The next day, my arse was all puffy and swollen when I had a shower. As I came out, my mother was holding my underpants which were heavily stained at the back . "Are you ok?" She said. I blushed and nodded and she laughed. " Oh...I see. Well try and clean up a bit better after the next time!" I got dressed and went round to the sauna, letting myself in with the key Bill had given me. He wasn't at the desk, so I stripped off and lubed myself as usual, noticing how open I was and slipping a couple of fingers easily up myself which felt good. I wandered around picking up tissues and then I heard voices coming from the small yard at the back where we kept the rubbish bins. The back door was open, and Bill was talking to a couple of rough looking guys who were collecting the bins. They were both fat and middle-aged and drinking tea, so I guessed this was a regular stop for them. They were discussing football. "Terrible game, last night," said one of the men, spilling tea over his heavy beard and over his stained t-shirt. "Yeah, "Said Bill. "Not going to be a great season." I wasn't sure what to do, but Bill saw me with the waste bin and beckoned me outside. Although I was naked, I guessed it was ok. I stepped out and put the rubbish in one of the smelly bins. They ignored me and carried on talking about the game. "What we need is a new manager" Said Bill. As he spoke, he grabbed my arm and pulled me face down over a dustbin. I heard the men cackle with laughter, and a thick, rough forefinger ploughed up my bum. "Need a whole new team more like!" I heard one of them say. " Mind if i get a bit?" "Help yourself" Said Bill. I heard the sound of a zip being drawn down, then there was a smell of rotting rubbish as the man got behind me. I felt his stubby cock probe my hole, and then he slid up me with a satisfied grunt and began to thrust, his jeans scratching my bare cheeks. Bill and the other guy watched me being fucked, all the time talking about their team and what the next game might be like. The man in me worked to a climax, grunting softly as his cock swelled and spurted up my rectum. "Tha's better!" He gasped as he slid out and Bill offered him a dirty rag to wipe his slimey cock. "Climb on if you want to, Harry" He said. "We'd best be going soon." Harry was wearing overalls which he unclipped and let fall. He was naked beneath. His long, thin cock sprang up below a flabby, hairy body as he waddled behind me. His hand steadied my arse, then he slid up me in one delicious stroke and began to fuck urgenlty and fast. Bill and the other guy finished pulling the bins together as Harry reached his climax, giving a satisfied sigh as he emptied up inside me. Then he pulled out, pulled up his overalls and they began to move the bins out. "Wait a minute," said Bill. He picked up the rag and tenderly wiped my bum clean, then tossed it into the refuse. "Cheers lads. See you next week." He said. Without a backward glance at my naked body, they waved and closed the gate behind them. Bill turned to me. "Get up, Timmy" He said, "The regulars will be here soon and want their oats!" Then he laughed and I followed him inside...

It took me forever to get dressed. It was my first college party and I wanted to look good. I mean I knew I looked good, but I wanted to pick the right clothes. I looked in the mirror staring at the 5'5 145 latino stud looking back. I lifted up the tight black shirt I'd picked seeing the outlining of the matching underarmor briefs I chose in a tight pair of jeans showing off my strong legs and big ass, I inspeced my four/sixish pack of smooth stomach and my chest which had been growing nicely thanks to all the new hours at the university gym. I'd shed the geeky glasses and spiked my short black hair and yeah I felt it. I looked good. This was the first college party I'd go to. I got my invite on grinder. so i knew there would be a lot of gay boys there. I'd recently just gotten out of a 4 year relationship with my high school bf (yeah we thought we'd be together forever but ended after I saw him getting fucked by his neighbor in the jockstrap I bought for him). I was antisocial. I knew it, but I was determined to prove I could have a good time on my own. I mean college is for experimenting and meeting new people right, and few gay friends couldn't hurt. I rang the doorbell as I arrived and a cute boy answered the door. He smiled and stood there awkwardly. "Hi" I answered trying to break the silence "I was invited by Greg" I thought I should leave the part out about getting to know Greg on grindr. We'd flirted but never met before. Traded photos. He was a hot slim stud around my built but had about 10 lbs of muscle on me, and at least 2 or 3 inches taller. The boy at the door who was a twink slim with I have to admit a nice bubble butt ass in some tight jeans stood there still and silent with a giant grin. "Can I come in?" I asked "I'm so fucking high right now" He blurted out and then covered his mouth and started laughing and walked away from the door. which I guess was an invitation in. I walked in and yeah it was a sausage fest. there was a giant living room table set up with a beer pong game going in full swing. at least 15 guys there all with a red solo cup or a bottle in hand. It was a grindr party. Id seen at least every face or torso in the room at least once on the app. Few of the guys gave me bro nods as I walked around searching for the only guy I knew there, the host. It was a pretty good group all considered. I recognized couple guys on the wrestling team, all pretty fit and jockish looking, one of which was acting more fem than I'd ever guess a guy that looked like him to act. There was practically half the swim team and a quater of the boys track team. I think every guy in the drama department showed up, which accounted for the guys that didn't look like they walked out of magazine but each of them still very handsome/pretty. and then several others I didn't recognize. strangers like myself. I walked around still looking for greg getting approached with hi's and and who are you's from randoms as I walked around. Till I found myself in the backyard where the other 10 or so people were smoking and drinking. "You made it!" Greg walked right up to me. God felt so good to just not feel so awkward and know someone. "You look great" he said. "Thanks you too." I responded. He did. He's body was ripped and he showed it off in a loose hipster muscle shirt. and the guys he was hanging with had at least 20 lbs of muscle on me. Damn, I thought, this guy knows how to throw a party. This could have been the set up for a porno. "You don't have a drink?" "No no," I stammered, "I just got here" "Have mine" one of the more musclar guys sitting around the stone table where greg had been offered. " I've had enough" "Um thanks" I took a sip. "Drink that slowly." Greg smiled. "It packs a kick" I smiled, and pretended to know what he meant. then took another drink. Everyone around the table chuckled a bit and then they pulled me up a chair. I sat down and just listened mostly keeping to my drink. I couldn't help that as the drink went down I kept feeling warmer. like a fever rush in my chest arms and legs and ...dick. Gregs friend brough us another round, so I quickly finished what was left in my first glass and started on number too. Greg was staring at me smiling and whispered into the ear of another toppless hottie sitting next to him. I sipped my drink and couldn't help feeling how warm I was, but also how good my skin felt. The chair everything felt good, and I found myself smiling and laughing randomly. Dylan, the guy that had given my drink put his arm on my shoulder and offered me another full cup. I swigged down my second and started on my third when my head began to spin. Dylans giant hand on me felt so good. I wanted him to touch me so bad. Suddenly greg was on my side whispering in my ear. "How you feeling Jay." "I feel great!" I said, probably louder than necessary, because the company outside burst out laughing. "Take your shirt off man," Greg offered." The air feels great." I didn't think twice of it. I took my shirt off and yeah, the night breeze felt amazing. "Damn boy" Dylan exclaimed letting his hand rub over my chest. "You're bigger than you look in that little shirt." "Yeah...I been...bluck...bull...bulking up..."I was stuttering there was more laughing and I laughed too. I flexed a little bit. I wasn't the biggest guy there but I knew I could match the swim team and wrestling team bodies and dylans hand made me shiver as his fingers rand down my spine. "We should do body shots!" greg announced and moments later a tray of tequila or vodka or both was being held outside. "You first jay." I laughed but was moved to the stone table and guided to lay on my back. Greg poured salt on my neck and dylan put a lime in my mouth. Slowly greg licked the nap of my neck which almost made me swallow the lime, then took his shot and saved me from choking. "How was that?" Greg asked. I smiled but before I could answer. Dylan poured salt on my nipple and began licking. I moaned loudly as someone placed a new lime in my mouth and dylan tounge took it quite skillfully from me. I moaned as dylan stayed longer kissing me when I felt a new tongue slurping salt from my navel. A lime was pushed between dylan and I, and dylans mouth held it as a new mouth took it and then let his tongue travel into my mouth. When dylan got up from my line of view. I saw a group of guys standing around me licking lips and holding a shot. more salt was being pourd on my chest, abs and neck as four sets of mouths descended on my body and sucked and teethed and licked before taking a shot. I felt a hand rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. One of the swimmers team members pulled down my pants and forgot about the salt and sucked on my inner thigher hard making me shiver and moan feelilng his tongue slip from my inner thigh up to the lining of my underwear and under where the covered before taking his shot. But now all pretense seemed to be gone. My head was pulled back and I was looking up staring at a good size thick cock dripping with precum. Dylan waved the cock in my face my mouth opened with awe seeing it. and he wasted no time in pushing it into my inviting mouth. I couldn't help but moan feeling the warm cock slipping into my mouth guiding the pulsing shaft into me feeling his balls reach my nose and suddenly gaging so hard he was forced out of my mouth. his precum and my spit now left a trail on my face from where his cock had just been. Dylan smiled and guided it back into my mouth this time not as deep and began to rythmically pump his hard cock into my throat softly and shallow and then depper as the strokes progressed till my gaging reflex relaxed. I moaned with each new intrusion into my mouth. It felt wet warm dirty and amazing. suddenly my own cock was being enveloped. But this wasn't an ass. I don't remember when lub was rubbed on my 8inch dick but I felt a warm body climb over me and lower itself on my cock. The hole was open and wet and warm and it swallowed my whole dick quickly and begand to bounce on me. My hips thrusted instinctually and I could hear moaning happening above me. My head was spinning I barely noticed dylan remove his wet dick from my mouth until I realized a new dick was being introduced. This one thicker and shorter and tasted like it had been covered in cum. I tasted cum I knew it, but this cock was still hard as if it had been covered in cum but not cum itself. I heard the cock's owner say yeah clean off my cock! and I moaned and sucked harder. Voices all around me grew louder. Whats going on I thought MORE TO COME

PART 4 I spread my hole for Beau -- my head buzzing, my nips tingling, my knocked-up butt radiating hunger and heat. He swaggered toward me, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. He grinned and let out a low, menacing laugh, then walked right up to my hole and positioned the flared-out head of his raw cock against my neg cunt. I'd never felt such an intense need for dick. As he teased my butt, my head dropped back, my mouth dropped open, and I let out a guttural moan. My torn-up hole pulsed outward toward his dick, trying desperately to swallow it whole. "Listen to me, pig," Beau said, rubbing his cock along the edge of my cunt. "Are you listening?" "Fuck yeah, I'm listening," I said, looking him square in those black demon eyes. "This slammed-up cunt of yours? It's gonna take a deep injection of my virus. Then Jake and Beau will massage my infected cum into the walls of your little jockbutt by pounding you full of a few more poz loads. And do you know what happens then?" "No. What?" "We pimp you out. We've already put an ad on Craigslist saying that there's a poz-friendly bareback newbie with his ass in the air, waiting for loads. And just before those twisted pigs start showing up to add their virus to the mix, we're gonna slam you again. You want some more Tina in your veins, slampig?" "Fuck yeah, dude." "You love that slam, huh?" "It's fuckin' amazing. I love it." "You've got my poz blood running in your veins now. You want my poz dick, too?" "Please." "Please what?" "Please destroy my hole with your fat raw cock." "Yeah?" "Fuck yeah. Please make me your poz brother. Please." "You got it, pig." And with that, he shoved in. The curved thrust of Beau's dick burrowed past every natural defense I had -- the muscles in my butt gave way to this beautiful cock dripping a steady stream of virus. And as he fed my aching slam-hole with his twitching dick, I felt a total weightlessness in surrendering to this man: his taut stomach muscles, his square-jawed cockiness, his biceps expanding and contracting as he administered a hole-annihilating butt-fuck. My cunt belonged to this young stud, and the walls of my torn-up butt gave way to his dick like molten wax. If taking a gut-ful of his poz sperm meant that I would be a little more like him, then I wanted every infected drop. I don't know how long he pounded me -- it could have been five minutes or five hours. I just stared into his black eyes and rode the euphoria of the chemicals rushing through my bloodstream and the virus gathering in my guts. But finally, the pace of his fucking quickened, and he broke into a grin. "Here comes my poz load, pig. You want it?" "Fuck yeah, I want it. Poz me. Please fucking poz me." "How much virus do you want in your boybutt tonight?" "As much as I can take." "No, boy. Not as much as you can take. You're gonna get a whole lot more than that. I want your cute little jockbutt gushing with a heavy stream of infected seed. And you know what?" "What?" "I'm flooding your guts with my virus...right...fucking...NOW." My hole, hungry for cum, grabbed hold of his raw dick with a velvet grip, and he sprayed his seed across the torn-up walls of my butt. He stayed inside me for a minute or two, until his cock finally stopped twitching. Then he replaced his dick with three fingers. Then four. Then a thumb. Still staring deep into my eyes, he worked his fist inside my butt, using his wrist to massage his infected cum into my bloodstream. And so it went: Jake fucked me again. Then Trey. Then Jake and Beau double-fucked my torn-up butt. Later, as we started lining up strangers to fill my cumhole for the rest of a long night -- I took 19 loads in all -- Beau prepared a new bloodslam. It was bigger this time, he said. And with Jake's fat dick lodged inside my butt, Beau pushed that Tina into my vein once again, and once again I felt my hole radiate with chemical heat as I coughed. Meanwhile, Jake plunged his raw dick into my slampig cunt. "I'm proud of you, boy," he said. "And you know what?" "What?" "I'll be even prouder to call you my poz brother." With that, we kissed, deep and hard. He looked into my eyes, all pupils, dark with pure animal hunger. And then, as I gave him a little nod, and he gave me his wolfish grin, he blasted another load of virus deep into my guts. THE END

PART 3 As I gratefully slurped on Jake's fat poz dick, I couldn't get over how sweet his seed tasted as it dripped from his twitching cock. Precum continued to pulse out of his shaft. His balls still hung heavy with millions of infected sperm. I wanted all of that seed swimming up in my guts, taking over my body, colonizing me with his deadly DNA. I looked up at him, and he grinned at me, shaking his head and laughing. "That's only your first load, and you're already addicted to my virus," he said. "You're such a good boy. You ready for more poz dick?" "Fuck yeah," I said, arching my back even more and spreading my knocked-up cunt for Trey, who was rubbing the head of his raw cock against my dripping hole. Trey slapped my ass. "That's not just a hole anymore," he said to me. "That's a fuckin' CUMhole. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yes," I answered. "What's that cumhole for?" Trey asked. "For taking raw dick and poz seed," I said. "Damn, Jake. He's such a good boy," Trey said. "I think he deserves a little bump of T inside this swollen cunt." "Fuck yeah, baby," Jake said, leaning over to spread my hole with his hands. "Put a few shards on the end of your raw dick and work 'em in. Make him bleed a little more. Get him even hungrier. I want him good and wrecked before Beau shoves his toxic dick inside this hungry little fuckhole. Hey, boy," he said to me. "You feel that cum dripping out of your cunt? Trey's gonna plug you up with his dick and work all that poz jizz into your little neg butt, your tissues, your bloodstream. He's gonna rub my sperm deeper into you. And from here on out, we're only gonna use our virus as lube. Got that?" "Yes," I answered. "Yes. Please. I want it. More poz seed. Inside me. Deeper. Please." Jake grunted approval. As I kept worshipping his twitching poz dick, I heard Trey rustling around in a plastic bag behind me. Then I felt the head of his cock push up inside my hole, along with a scratching, burning heat that first made me tense up. But just a moment later, hunger radiated up my spine, and I backed my hole onto his dick in one greedy backward thrust. "Thatta bitch," said Trey. "Fuck yourself on my poz dick, boy. Fuck yourself to death. I want to see how much you want my virus." I pushed off his cock, then pushed back again to swallow his shaft with my partied-up hole. Then again. And again. Faster. Hungrier. Grunting, panting, whimpering with pain and insane pleasure, possessed by a deep need for these men to make me theirs forever. I glanced over at Beau, who was still hard at work under the desklamp. Were those needles in his hands? And why was one of the syringes a deep shade of red? Trey didn't last long: after a minute or two of watching me impale myself on his poz dick, he grabbed my hips and reclaimed control of my neg cunt. "Fuck, Jake," he said. "I'm not gonna last much longer. This boy needs another dose of our strain. Don't you, boy?" I whimpered. Jake smacked me on the side of the head. "Trey asked you a question, boy. Do you want his strain?" "Yes, I want his poz strain," I replied. "Please infect me. Knock my ass up. Make me yours. Own me. POZ ME. PLEASE." Hearing that, Trey's breath grew shorter, and his dick got even harder. "Fuck you, bitch," he said to me. "You're getting pozzed tonight whether you want it...or...NOT." Then he went into a convulsive, ass-pounding orgasm, his poz dick pumping stream after stream of tainted cum into my wide-open neg hole. As he continued to shake with each pulse of his fat dick, I pushed my ass against him again, working his cock with my swollen cunt, doing everything I could to drain him completely and get that strain as deep as it could go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching us from the desk, his hand working his dick as his balls bounced with every stroke. I was mesmerized by those balls -- low and full and deadly. Beau smiled. "I think this boy's ready for the next stage of his initiation," he said to Jake. Jake nodded. With Trey's dick still twitching inside my slopped-up cumhole, Beau walked over and knelt down beside me, turning my face to look at him. He was in his late twenties, and had the look of a fratboy gone to the dark side: backwards ball cap, strong jawline, military haircut, muscled-up pecs, and a trail of fur running down the middle of his abs to a veiny cock, even bigger than Jake's, that was perfect for pozzing up uninitiated jockboy hole. It was his eyes that gave him away: dark, almost pitch-black, piercing, the eyes of a Devil who's out to destroy. "We've made you into a hungry boy," he said to me. "But it's time to make you even hungrier. Are you ready to be a shameless, trashy cumpig for us to pimp out and poz up all night long? You ready to go to the next level?" I nodded. "I'm ready," I said. "I'll do anything. I want your virus. Bad." "Anything?" "Anything. Please. Poz me." Beau grinned, and turned to Trey. "Let's put him on the couch," he said. "Prop up his arm on a pillow." He walked back to the desk, returning with four syringes. He handed one each to Jake and Trey, put another behind his ear, and held out the last one for me to see. It was a deep crimson red. "See that, boy? That's my blood. I melted a syringe full of Tina with my fucking toxic blood, and I'm gonna pump this into your vein. After that, you're gonna be 50 times higher than you are right now. By that point, you won't even feel like a hot little jockboy anymore -- you'll be nothing but a hole, and you'll welcome every AIDS-infected cock deep in your wrecked cunt. You ready for that, fucker?" I turned to Jake. He rubbed my chest reassuringly. "It's OK, pig," he told me. "Believe me, you want this. Just trust us. You'll fucking love it." Beau was already applying a tourniquet to my arm. Meanwhile, Jake and Trey were doing the same to theirs. "Watch Jake do his hit," Beau said to me. "He's going to stick the needle in his vein, draw it back to make sure that he's directly connected to his bloodstream, then push the plunger in. That delivers the T right into his circulatory system. Watch." I watched. Jake inserted the needle. He pulled back the plunger, a flood of red filling the syringe. Then he pushed the plunger in, pulled the needle out, and released the tourniquet, raising his arm above his head. His mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back. He let out a long, shaky breath. And his dick suddenly curved even further upward, a stream of precum oozing out of his piss-slit as he broke into an ecstatic grin. "See that?" said Beau. "Now, it's gonna be really intense at first. You might feel like you're having trouble breathing, and you might feel really warm all of a sudden. But don't worry -- that's normal. Just relax into it. OK?" "OK," I said, resting my arm on the pillow. Beau had no trouble finding a vein, gently inserting the needle into my arm. Even from that initial puncture, I felt a tiny rush from the T on the needle. He pulled the plunger back, and the red color of the syringe grew even darker. "Ready, boy?" he said, looking me in the eye. "You ready to take my virus directly into your bloodstream?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "Push that poz blood into me." "You didn't have a choice, bitch." He plunged the syringe's contents into my vein just before releasing the tourniquet. It hit me immediately. I felt a powerful rush in my head, and I went into a coughing fit as I tasted something chemical at the back of my throat. Then my breathing grew shallow, causing me to have a moment of panic -- but then Jake was lying down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, running his hands over my chest and stomach. "Just relax, buddy," he said. "It's OK. It's intense, I know. But just relax into it. Relax." I looked him in the eyes, my breathing still tense and labored. "Here," he said. "Does this help?" With a light touch of his fingers, he moved down to my slopped-up cumhole, gently inserting two fingers just an inch or two into my cunt. As soon as his fingers entered my knocked-up butt, all thoughts of panic vanished. Suddenly my fuckhole was the center of my universe -- it expanded around his fingers, seemed to expand into the entire room. I was nothing but a hungry slammed-up poz-craving cunt dripping with two loads of viral seed. Nothing else -- just a hole, ready to surrender to any dick that wanted to mark me and charge me up. My eyes rolled back in my head, I let out a long, low moan, and my hole felt ready to swallow Jake's hand. He grinned. "There you go," he said. "That's the sound of a slampig being born." I looked up toward Beau, who was just then plunging the syringe into his vein. My eyes fixated on his cock as it twitched and dripped during his initial rush. Meanwhile, he stared right back at me. "Show me your slampig fuckhole," Beau said. "Spread it. I wanna see what I'm gonna flood with poz seed." I spread my cum-soaked, torn-up hole as far as I could. He watched me with his dark Devil eyes, jacking his unmedicated poz cock, his fat shaft glistening like steel. "Nice," he said to me, his eyes gleaming with a hunger to destroy me -- me, this helpless negboy bitch with veins pumped full of Tina and tainted blood. "Keep those legs up, boy. I'm gonna pound that cunt and poz you the fuck up." MORE SOON...