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————————————— The Boy had pledged his life to The Daddy, and The Daddy was pleased. He said nothing for a time, but simply embraced the boy more fully, slowly leaning back into the large couch in the middle of the room. Once relaxed, The Daddy held the boy against his chest. "Then my first order is to simply relax and inhale. Relax your mind, breathe out your stress and fears, and breathe in my scent. Let it become the first step toward your transformation. Let the scent of my body into your soul" The Daddy spoke as the boy obeyed. He wanted desperately to throw himself at the coal black body before him, to engage in the raw primal sex he deeply longed for. Yet, he withheld, reminding himself of the many things they had discussed, what was to be expected. The boy relaxed and breathed and obeyed. Minutes began to tick by, The Daddy caressing the head of the boy as he watched him breath in his scent. Each breath came slower than the one before as the tang of sweat and musk on his body had the desired effect. After several minutes The Daddy could see how the face of the boy had become relaxed, with a glazed and slightly intoxicated look. He smiled and knew it was time. "You are a good boy, and Daddy is pleased, now it is time to please me more. To take the next step. show me that I am more than a would be lover. Worship me, worship the body you desire and embrace our approaching communion." He said as a look of hunger filled his eyes. The boy needed no further prompting as he leaned forward and kissed the Daddies chest and large thumb sized nipples. He lavished his daddy's body with reverent kisses, licking the sweat from his impossibly black and vein covered form. The boy's soft fingers cupped and felt every inch of the Daddies chest with his hands as his face was buried between his daddy's pecs. His nostrils were overwhelmed with the scent of his daddy's intoxicating musk, and he inhaled the scent loving it more with each moment. Eventually, the boy moved over to The Daddy's arms, thin in appearance, they still felt taught and firm with muscle and fitness. The boy began kissing the veiny biceps and licking every surface of the skin as the scent drove him to greater passions. Already his young cock lay erect and leaking precum. The clear fluid dripping down his own balls and legs, ignored for now as he continued his worship of the thin yet stir firm muscles of his ebony Daddy. Deciding to move things along, The Daddy smiles upon his boy and, lifting up his arm, guides the boy's face into his sweaty pits. Here the level of ripe oder reaches a new level, and the boy is soon lost in a new fog of desire. The smell in The Daddy's pits is thick, concentrated in short, yet wiry matted hair. It has an almost oily substance to it as the boy soon finds himself suckeling upon it, hungry for more that The Daddy is eager to give. The Daddy says nothing, but slowly lowers his arm, trapping the boy within. Not fully cutting off his air, yet limiting it enough to know that the boy will soon grow even more intoxicated and subservient. Indeed, it is soon that the boy feels his mind become hazy and fogged. He thinks only of his eventual submission to his Daddy, to worshiping him, to the eventual union that he knows will endanger his young life, yet his desire for the act grows more and more. The minutes tick by as darkness creeps into the edges of the boy's vision, for a moment he fears he may black out before The Daddy at last lets him free. Gasping for air, the boy opens his sweat soaked eyes and looks upon The Daddy, his face proud and full of lust. He leans forward, kissing the boy, tasking his sweat as well as his dominance over his soon to be son. "God Boy, you smell of my sweat, and you are marked with my scent. Your next task is to worship that which you are here for. The tool of your transformation and rebirth." The Daddy says as he gently guides the Boy downwards towards his great ebony phallus. Until now, the Cock was hidden from view by a thin spedo, encrusted with sweat, piss and seed from countless fuckings. Now, The Daddy snaps it off, showing it at last to the boy in all its glory. To the boy who has seen it only in pictures, it is better than he could have imagined. Hanging like a resting yet lethal serpent, the coal black cock throbs with veins that spread outwards into the coarse pubic hair covered crotch of The Daddy. As though his virus infused member was leeching the life from the rest of The Daddies aging body, which in a way it was. The shaft was perhaps only half hard, throbbing yet not fully erect. The head was still fully covered by a long drooping foreskin that slowly leaked the milky toxic discharge of the Daddies precum.

So this is a bit of a first... For years I have posted stories that have been salvaged and re-discovered from defunct sites or old archives. The following is my first attempt at a new story from scratch, mostly drawling on a number of my favorite fetishes and story settings. Hope for good feed back and responses ================================================================ The two embraced each other as though life long lovers, yet this was the first time either had held the other in one another's arms. The home was a simple two story townhouse, the room they stood was full of the objects accumulated by a man's life, the shelves full of books and tokens, the tables decorated with candles and figurines. Yet despite this, it looked clean and well cared for. A large couch filled the center of the room and the two made their way toward it. The two had met online several months ago, both seeking a need that only the other could provide. The boy had just graduated college and was finished with the punishing studies he had labored under for years. Free from his schooling, he found his sexuality awakened and began to seek out the growing hunger for more and more depraved acts, a journey that found him wishing to fully embrace the ultimate act of giving up his body to another. It was a journey that led him to the Dark Daddy now holding him. The Daddy embracing him is an older ebony skinned man in his mid 50’s, his body showing the lines of someone that at one point was far more muscled and thick than it is today, but now looked thin and crisscrossed with veins. The boy is young and milk skinned, his body in sharp contrast appears at the peak of fitness, smooth, toned, and in good health. Fully knowing that his decisions tonight will put all of that at risk. Indeed, he has a blissed out look on his face full of sexual heat and anticipated lust. The Daddy had spent much of his life indulging the very same passions that the boy now sought out and had accepted the consequences of his hedonism and sinful depravity. Now late in his life, he had decided to seek out someone to become a part of him, not just as another fuck or another notch on his belt, but as a Son that could hopefully pass on his legacy to a new generation. To Ensure his progeny, his DNA continues to spread and multiply. The Daddy looked at the boy, knowing soon he would be "his" Boy and smiled. The boy had arrived mere moments ago, and after each looked upon the other, felt that they had found their destiny. Brief words were exchanged before the sexual energy between them proved too strong and they began to disrobe and reveal their forms fully to one another. Even before each exposed their bodies, they could each breath in the scent and natural musk coming from one another. The Daddy breathed in the sweaty yet clean smells from The Boy, he smiled knowing how weak they would be compared to his own. The Daddy, despite his age and condition, still worked to keep his frail body in shape, and the dense fog of musk and sweat that clung to him he could see was already having its desired effect upon the Boy. The Boy felt light headed as he breathed in the deep and powerful scent, not yet knowing how much more powerful the Musk would become. The two looked into each other's eyes as The Daddy spoke for the first time since they had embraced. "You do not yet know how much joy it gives me to have you at last in my arms. There is so much to show you and so much we will experience together. I will become much more than just your lover, but your father, and in time your God." he says as he brings the boy forward. Rough fingers caressing soft smooth skin. "To begin this path you must learn to worship me, worship my body, my scent, and my seed. In time you will become as one with me and know the true union of our flesh." he spoke in a deep commanding voice, thick with age and experience. The boy, whose heart was already racing, quickly agreed. "Of course Sir, Daddy. I want so deeply to accept you, but I know it cannot happen too soon. Please Sir, I will follow and pledge myself to you however you desire." The boy said and The Daddy was pleased. He knew that the boy may finally be the one to carry on his legacy and become part of the Dark Brotherhood. The Daddy looked into his eyes, and into his soul, and saw the life he would change forever, and saw it was good.

Some good news… The Independent did an article on the bills that Sen. Mike Lee introduced… https://apple.news/AHdJq7h95TsONTKaKe3T8ew For starters the article clarifies that he introduced two bills (not one). SCREEN is about age verification, and the other is about redefining obscenity. The article does a good job of explaining each, in context (which I won't rehash here). Then it goes on… So this means that some adult industry people who were predicting that the bills could see significant support from both parties are most likely wrong. Luckily no one seems to like this guy. And if they don't like him, they probably can't be bothered to get his bills out of committee or vote for them. 🤞

Young bucks are fine, but most of the younger guys seem to be looking for daddy tops. Personally I prefer the "mature" guys. One of my best fucks was a "straight" married guy in his mid 70's. He was in amazing shape, and had a good 9 inches. The initial expectation was just oral, but he then said he wanted to breed me. I was shocked, but happy, and if he hadn't said that i would have asked him to fuck me. Most married guys seem to prefer safe sex as they don't want to catch anything. If I had asked him to fuck me, I figured it would be with a condom. Of course I didn't have any, but if he did, I would have let him. Not my thing, but if 75 yo guy with a big cock wanted it safe, I'd go there! As I said he was one of the best fucks I've had. He was both passionate and a beast with stamina in bed, breeding me multiple times when he made a 30 plus minute drive to meet. The most amazing part was when he was ready to unleash his seed in me. He was VERY verbal and grunted loudly as he shot his load in me. It kinda freaked me out the first time as I was wondering if he was having a heart attack!

I've been hooking up recently with a hot dl guy during my lunch break. Late thirties, nine inch cock, muscular Italian stud. He's working at the dump near my house, and coming over when he finishes at 3pm. I work from home so it's convenient. There's something so hot about a straight dl guy that just want to be serviced. He comes over in his dirty boots and gear, and I immediately drop to my knees and take his dick out to worship. He smells musky and manly, his dick already rock hard. I grab his muscled thighs as I try to deep throat him. I really want to show him how fags suck better dick than women. No kissing. Minimal touching from his end. Meanwhile I kiss his body, lifting up his neon work shirt to reveal his dark haired abs and pecs. He never touches my dick, or even rims my hole. I've learned to prelube myself since he just wants to slide it in. Taking every inch of his cock feels impossible at first, but the second I hit some poppers, he slides in like he's always belonged. Juicy raw cock in my hole, I'm in heaven. I ride him sometimes on the couch or on the bed. Sometimes doggy or standing. Never missionary because he's too straight for that. He ends up usually breeding me within a few minutes. While I love to get pounded, knowing that he has to be home for his wife, I do my best to serve him with speed and efficiency. He pulls up his pants and maybe chats a little with me. But then he's out the door before his wife suspects.

I will never forget the day; Frigid, windy, snowy, and dark. It was my birthday, mid December. I spent the entire day browsing hookup sites looking for just one load to take. I wasn't asking for much, but I had been sexting all day and my balls were aching for release. Curled up in bed with my dog, I continued to pursue a host who could drop a load in me - any load would do. After hours upon hours of searching I found a person who's profile was blank but new. I tapped on their avatar and landed on a page with the following: 44, 5'11, 198lbs, 7.5" - I'm Hosting, Vers. Hairy guys are hot. Fetishes: Used underwear, socks, sports gear, and body hair. Interaction: Anonymous Protection: Talk first I sprang to attention - excitedly I ask him if he were poz. He confirmed it and said that he was sorry, and asked if I did not want to play. I told him not to apologize, and that I was perfectly fine having sex with poz guys, even ones who are detectable. He proceeded to tell me that he was on his meds, and that he is responsibly undetectable. This man changed tune as soon as I told him that I was disappointed he wasn't on meds, to which he replied that he just wanted to lure me in and was in fact, not on his meds. I agreed to come over, my heart racing. I had never purposefully fucked a poz guy of any stature - detectable or not. It was like the virus was already coursing through my veins and I hadn't even caught it yet. I drove through the intense blizzard like conditions to arrive at his hotel and proceeded to his room. Standing in the doorway was man a couple inches taller than myself. He had hair that was just starting to gray, his chest coated in thick black hair that stretched down to his massive cock, wrapping around down his legs and to his feet. His thick coarse body hair was incredible running through my hands. He was a good looking guy, and was delighted I showed up. With thousands of snowflakes falling outside, I was determined not to be a flake, especially not for him. He poured me a glass of wine, sweet with a slight bite. I began to undress myself, leaving my jockstrap on. I laid on the bed, and admired his gorgeous body, his tufts of body hair, and fiddle with my own cock through my underwear. He moved towards my cock with his hand, and I told him to get ready to be shocked. You see, I have 4 piercings on my cock. a 4 guage prince albert curved barbell, and 3 rungs of a ladder. My cock is already indicative of what a bad boy I am, let alone if it were to be a poz cock. He began to take off my underwear, admired my piercings and showed me he had a PA too. He flipped me over, and examined my hole. Tickling the hair around my ass, he spit on his dick, and rubbed some on my hole. He slid his cock up and down against my fuck hole, the feeling was pure ecstasy. Without a moments notice, he burrowed himself inside me, balls deep. I let out a loud moan, it felt as though he split my ass open, and then gave me a shot of pure pleasure right in my cunt. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was greater as he began to pump his cock inside me. I could feel every single stroke press against my abdominal muscles, every last hump was pure, erotic, manly romance. His sweat was dripping all over me, his BO permeating my hair and skin. I squeezed down on his cock, urging him to release his evil seed inside me. And so he did, he came all over, painting the insides of my body with toxic cum. His load was hot, sticky, and the way it gushed every time he thrusted again made me nearly cum. He pulled out, and I reached over and grabbed an item I brought off the dresser. In my hand was a simple needle - 3ml, 20 guage. Nothing too scary. I grabbed his arm, and asked him if he was okay with it. I swear, his cock grew another 3 inches as he grabbed the needle from my hands. Using his teeth, he removed the cap. He spread my legs apart, and positioned himself at my hole. He slammed inside me, a feeling of pure joy now. I grasped his arm, and his vein began to show. He plunged the needle into his arm, and withdrew a dark, violent red fluid into the tube. His blood was so toxic I could feel his bugs in my ass clawing away to be reunited with their brothers and sisters. He squeezed my arm, after removing the needle and handing it to me. Carefully, I placed the needle against the vein I always use for an HIV test, and pressed in. Carefully, I slammed the plunger in. Immediately I could feel his minions hijacking my body, taking over my mind. I knew at this moment I was absolutely fucked. God damn, it was so fucking hot. I was absolutely. FUCKED. I then took the plunger and pulled it out, filling the tube with my own blood. He greedily took the needle, and slammed my clean negative blood into his veins. Every vampire needs fresh blood sometimes. Blood was rolling down our arms - staining the sheets with solid evidence of the crime we had committed. He grabbed his double zero gauge prince albert and put it on. He opened my legs again, and carefully pushed his massive bionic cock inside me, fucking me until he painted me up once more. We rolled over, and I rode his cock like into the sunset. I rode him, and rode him - grinding his cock inside my ass until he came a third time. With a dirty deed done, and new lifestyle ahead, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I drove home in a blizzard. It didn't matter if I look outside, or inside, all I could see was white. Please note : While this is fictional - This borrows heavily on my first pozzing experience. I am so excited to hear your thoughts after I've taken this huge step.

So I’m a 55 year old poz daddy bear and I have just had a hot PA done today as I always wanted a nice way of enhancing my pleasure while fucking mainly older men. There are also some other fringe benefits with a PA, especially when sharing any gifts that one may give to a cum dump bottom. The only down side is I can’t fuck for a few weeks whilst it heals. Any suggestions of what I can do whilst healing would be appreciated. Roll on 60+

PART 2: Massage Time While driving home all I could think about was Robert, his cock, and his invitation. My mind was racing with thoughts of tasting that cock, holding it in my hands again, and possibly having it inside of me. My mind drifted back to that tattoo, 'he is poz' I kept saying, but that didn't ease the strain on my cock, which was hard most of the ride home. When I arrived home I quickly got on my computer and emailed Robert telling him how great it was to meet him today and that if he ever needed help with his computer, please let me know. I wanted Robert to know I was interested without seeming too eager. I stripped down to be naked and sat back at my computer, I now had to browse some black cock on the internet. Within minutes I had a response from Robert. Dear Tim, It was great to meet you too. I felt as though in our brief time we had an immediate connection and I thought about you the entire drive home, mostly good thoughts! <wink>. Thank you for your offer for computer help, as I mentioned mine is always giving me fits so you are more than welcome to help me with these constant pains. ha. Please let me know when you can come over and check it out, tonight is good if you have time. Like I said, I can pay with a great massage that I am sure you would enjoy. Hope to hear from you soon. Robert My heart lept, and my cock started getting hard! I immediately responded to Robert letting him know I could drop by around 7pm if that was ok. Of course he said sure and sent his address. I had to start getting ready and prep myself further for going to visit Robert. After showering and cleaning out my ass once again I dressed in some loose fitting shorts and a tshirt Nothing too constricting as I am sure I would be semi hard most of the time visiting my new friend. I drove the twenty minutes to Robert's house which was located in a nice peaceful residential neighborhood, very cute. I knocked on Robert's front door a few times and turned around to look at the neighborhood again. I heard the door open behind me and I turned to see Robert standing in the door way with a big smile on his face, "Tim, great to see you!". Robert was dressed in a white wife beater shirt and thin white bicycle shorts that didn't leave anything to the imagination. "Please come in". I walked in and felt the calmness in his house. Soft music was playing, the fragrance was soothing, and it was very clean. I like all of that a lot. "I was just going to have a glass of chardonnay, care to join me?", Robert asked. "Yes please, thank you". Robert walked to the kitchen and I followed. Robert already had two wine glasses out, pretty much knew I would like a glass, and poured from a chilled bottle on the counter. Robert handed me a glass and thanked me again for coming, "oh, I should show you my computer". I said "sure". Robert led the way on the first floor to what seemed like this office. Robert pulled the chair out for me and said, "let me know what you think"? Robert was standing next to me now as I took a seat, knowing that gorgeous big black cock was right next to me was exhilarating. First thing I noticed on the screen was a web browser open to what looked like Robert's barebackrt.com profile, sneaky devil. Immediately I noticed all of his naked pics and some private naked pics. I wanted to read through every detail and consume it all, but I quickly looked over all the pictures and asked, "um, what are you having problems with"? I turned to look up at Robert while asking, but my eyes never got past his cock that was growing and straining behind the thin white fabric. oh fuck! Robert slowly rubbed his long cock one time and then said "sometimes when I watch videos on here they don't play any sound, and what is the fun of not having fucking sounds while watching fucking videos?" and laughed. "can you show me an example?" I asked "sure". He took the mouse and opened another browser that was on youporn.com, to a video that was all ready to go, a black man fucking a white ass bareback. Robert pushed the play button and I just started at the scene, that made now sound, so he was right. "It is so fucking hot, but I want to hear the sound of him fucking his bottom". Now I was so hard and no hiding my cock either. I fumbled for the mouse, letting my hand linger on his until I took control and started doing what I remembered to get the sound to play. I figured out the problem pretty quick and immediately we heard the sounds of these two men fucking. It was sooooo hot. You could hear the top black man sliding his raw cock in and out, the wetness of their fucking, and the bottoms moaning and begging for all of his top's big black cock. wow! After about thirty seconds of that, Robert quickly paused the video and said "whoa, I better save that for later" and laughed. "Thank you for fixing that Tim, it has really been bothering me. Now, are you ready for that massage I owe you?". "I would love that!". There was just no hiding our hard cocks now, so we just ignored the obvious! haha Robert led me to the basement where he had his studio setup. There were pictures of nude men, artistically done, hanging on the walls. The soft music was here as well, but there were candles burning now in what felt like a zen type garden. "You can undress in that room Tim, leave your underwear on if you like. When you are done come on out and we can get started". I disappeared into the small changing room that had a mirror on one wall, a chair for changing, and a small stand for my clothes. Well, little did Robert know I didn't wear underwear to his house. Thankfully my hard on subsided as I got ready to leave the changing room. When I opened the door I found Robert there, next to his massage table, wearing just a short robe. Wow, he was a fast changer. He placed a towel down for me to lay on and then looked up. "oh nice, full nude, much better anyway". "I didn't wear under my shorts so I hope that is ok" "Oh yes Tim, I think that is the best way to get started. Please lay down on your stomach and I will begin." I got up on the warm table and laid down on my stomach with my face in the hole cutout. Robert patted my ass cheek lightly, "perfect Tim". I could hear him squirting oil into his hand and then I felt his warm hands on me. At first I was very anxious for Robert to just go for playing with my hole, but that subsided quickly as this expert took over really giving me a great massage, my shoulder and back felt wonderful and at times I almost dozed off. With more oil applied right above my ass cheeks, Robert took the time to start slowly rubbing his hands over my ass and then slowly kneading each cheek. Of course his hands were not small so my hole started getting plenty of attention. The pleasure my ass started receiving was incredible and soon my hips were matching his kneading hands and I was moaning softly. I felt Robert's hands leave my ass and he asked, "Tim do you mind if I take my robe off, it is getting a little warm in here?. I turned my head towards Robert and answered "please do". I could already see the huge tend in his short robe. I had to watch him slowly take his robe off revealing that massive cock that was now hard and leaking. once his robe was on a chair, Robert lubed up my ass some more and got close to the table, the tip of his cock brushing my leg and ass. I let my head fall back to enjoy the pleasure I was receiving. "you have a hot ass baby" Robert said has is finger brushed over my hole again, but this time it stopped right on my ring....and slowly entered me! Not just lightly this time like the beach, but rather pushing in past his first knuckle. Spreading my ass apart with his other hand. "fucking hot baby, you sucked my finger right in". With his free hand, Robert took my hand and guided it towards his big cock. I started slowly stroking him as he finger fucked my ass. I lifted my head from the table again and turn my face towards my sexy new friend. I stared at his cock and opened my mouth. Robert got the hint and guided his cock to my mouth. I could barely fit him in at first, but that salty goodness of his precum was what I really needed to taste. Robert pulled his finger out of my ass and smacked my ass a little rougher this time, he was now moaning and leaking more. "Tim I really want to be inside of you, please". I took my mouth off of his cock and said "I want you bad baby, please fuck me". Robert stepped away from the table behind me where I couldn't see. I heard a drawer slide open and close. He was next to me again, positioning me on my back with my legs at the end of the table. I watched him move between my legs his cock bouncing and leaking like crazy. Without asking me, Robert reached over and opened a condom, taking it out and sliding it on his meaty black cock. I saw him then get lube and applied some to my ass and hole and then his condom covered cock! He put the lube down, lifted my legs, and pulled me closer to the end of the table. I could see Robert's cock start to soften a little bit. I asked, "are you ok? is everything ok? We don't need to fuck Robert, It is just a turn on to be around you". "oh baby, it isn't that. I am sorry. I have been poz for a while now and don't really use condoms anymore. so using them always takes me a while to get used to and realized not everyone wants to go without." I sat up and put my hands on his chest...rubbing his sexy chest hair. "Robert, it is ok, I do understand, once you get used to fucking raw, how could you want to go back?". with that said I reached down and pulled the condom off his cock, tossing it aside on the floor. I grabbed his big cock and said "since the moment I saw you I wanted to feel your heat in my cunt. Can you do that?" I could feel his cock hardening in my hand, like magic. "Tim, are you sure? I am poz and I believe you are neg." My legs were still up on his arms and I tried to guide his big cock to my hole, let the precum soaked tip touch my hole, "please be gentle baby" is all I said! Robert kissed me deeply and I let my arms reach around his neck. The next thing I felt was his cock head pushing into my tight ring! oh fuck!! that feeling of him stretching me open, wow! I reached down to feel his rock hard bare cock entering me! Robert stopped after a few inches, letting me get used to his size. "Tim you are so tight, I fucking love it". I leaned into Robert, "give me your cock baby". Robert had both of his hands on my hips and my legs up over his arms...he slid out about an inch and then started sliding in more. I could feel his precum was adding to the lube as I got wetter and wetter. I was moaning loudly now, "give me your big cock baby, fuck me good". Robert then pulled out almost all the way and slid back in, one full long motion. "push out on your ass when I slide in baby, I want to get all of my cock in your tight cunt" I did exactly what this sexy fucker said, I pushed out slightly when he slid in again and he went further than any man ever had, so deep. Robert looked me in the eyes, "I want to put my cum in you that deep Tim, but only if you want it too. I can pull out and shoot on you, that is very sexy and I would love to see that". My hand went to Robert's ass and pulled him into me, so deep, "please cum in me, deep, Robert". Robert just moaned and pulled out again, to slide back in. I knew that got him..he couldn't control his fucking any longer. Sliding in and out, my ass getting wetter and wetter, prepping for his hot cum load. I just kept talking nasty to him between my loud moans. "Fuck me Robert, cum deep in my ass, please breed me baby. breed my neg ass deep". I could feel him swelling, bigger and bigger I thought he would tear my ass a little. By this point my cock was so hard I couldn't hold back anymore, without touching my cock I started shooting my hot load all over he and I. Robert grunted hard and shoved all the way in as his thick veined cock unloaded all of his poz cum deep in my neg ass. so many throbs and jets of hot cum, I couldn't even believe how long he came! After about five minutes of Robert deep in me throbbing, he slowly pulled out and now I know what all of those men felt like, my ass felt so empty after his massive cock. my hole must have been open as it felt like my insides were exposed to the world. Robert looked down at my hole and said "fuck Tim, that is so sexy. your hole is still open wanting my big cock". He was so right! I wanted more and more, but was afraid to tell him that.

PART 1: Meeting Robert It was finally the weekend and I knew all week I wanted to get out to a nude beach and get some sun, along with enjoy the scenery. I took an extra long shower, making sure to clean myself out, dried off and went to get some shorts on. Since I go to a nude beach I didn't need a 'swimsuit' as I would be laying out naked. I packed my backpack with a towel, blanket and a small cooler with something to drink, threw on my loose shorts, and tshirt, knowing those would only be used only walking to and from the car. When I arrived, I found a spot to park, got my things, locked the car, and headed off down the sandy trails to get closer to the water. I passed several men leaving, along with following some that were heading down the path ahead of me. When I finally emerged to near the waterline I started looking for a place to lay out. I am not particularly crazy about being right in the path of all men traversing the path, not my style, so I headed back behind the bushes just off the beach. After a few minutes of walking I found the perfect spot for me. An area with enough space to get some good sun, but also somewhat secluded, not more than one or two people could layout in this area. Just what I like. I did notice right away that there was a blanket near my perfect spot, roughly 15 feet away I would guess. It seems someone had just been there but walked away for a few minutes as there was a water bottle and a book still open to a page. I looked around and didn't see my neighbor so I didn't give it much thought. I spread out my blank, using my towel as a pillow, put on some sunscreen, and cracked a cold beer before laying down my stomach to read and sun my ass. The feeling of sun on my naked body along with being outdoors always gets me going, it just felt great. I had been reading for about ten minutes when I heard someone approaching through the bushes, a very common sound at the beach. I wasn't really looking for anyone and continued reading my book when I felt someone finally break free of the bushes and I heard a subtle "oh". The man said, "Sorry, I didn't know you were here and it startled me a bit". I turned my head and was quickly taken aback by the man standing near his blanket. Here was a sexy black man, his chest hair and pubes were a mix of black and silver. He seems to clip his hair very short I noticed as I let my eyes wander down his body. He was definitely a little older than I but in great shape from what I could tell. I really tried to keep my cool and not let my eyes drift to his cock, but I couldn't refuse and wearing sunglasses I could do it without looking obvious. I quickly looked back up to him face and said, "oh sorry, I hope I am not intruding". "Not at all, glad to have the company. My name is Robert" the man said advancing towards me holding out his hand. I rose up and didn't even notice my semi hard cock as I took Robert's hand. His grip was very masculine and I couldn't help but enjoy his touch. "Great to meet you Robert, Tim.", I said. "Great to meet you to Tim. I thought I was going to be out here all day by myself, so ended up taking a walk to see who is out and about." Robert smiled. I knew what he meant, scoping our the landscape of possible men to meet. At this point I could have sworn he shook his hips a little as his long cock also swayed under it's own weight. Fuck. That is all I could think as I stared. I knew Robert felt me staring because I think his cock jerked to break my stare. Of course I couldn't control my growing cock so I quickly turned around and took a drink of my beer and sat down. whew. I offered Robert a cold beer, which he gladly accepted. I sat with cross legged on my blanket and quickly pushed my cock down so it wasn't standing straight up. As Robert stood there conversing with me it is then that I noticed a small scorpion tattoo on his left hip. I thought no...I must have mistaken the tattoo for what I thought it was. "Mind if I move a little closer so it is easier to talk and I can sit, relax, and enjoy my beer?" Robert asked "Of course Robert, please do". Robert handed me his cold beer, turned and bent down to move his blanked close to mine. I noticed Robert's big balls handing low, which is very sexy to me. Once Robert was situation he laid down on his blanked and faced me on his side. His big cock just laid so nicely down to the blanked. wow. I could definitely see his tattoo now and stared at it openly. Robert looked to where I was staring. "Ah, you noticed my tat", he said. "is that a scorpion?" "Yes it is, I got it several years ago" Robert said as he rubbed the tattoo making his cock move with the same motion. I could see his cock started to grow a little bit. "Do you have any tattoos Tim?" "No, sorry. never really got in to them, but I do like them on other men. That is a good one". "Do you know what it means Tim"? "Yes, you are poz, right?" "You are right Tim. Does that bother you at all? I hope not. I got the tat about ten years ago when I tested poz". Robert's cock was standing completely off the blanket now as he lightly rubbed the tattoo. "That is cool Robert. I don't think I have known a poz man with a tattoo like that, very cool". Even though my legs were cross legged, my cock had definitely freed itself and I obviously aroused, actually very hard. "I can see it doesn't really bother you Tim" Robert said as he nodded at my hard cock. With one motion Robert stroked his big cock in a long stroke, back and forth slowly as I watched him, he watched me. Measuring my excitement! Robert continued and said, "fuck I need to cum tonight" and laughed. "Oh I hear you there sir, me too". Robert sat up on his blanked. and was obviously trying to reduce the swelling he had going on. "What do you for work Tim?". I told Robert that I was a computer/network guy in I.T.. "What about you?" I asked Robert. Before answering Robert said "well shit maybe you should come work on my computer at home, it is always giving me fits" and winked. "I work out of my home Tim I am a masseur." "Oh nice" I said, "do you get a lot of business?" "I do alright" he said, "I have my regulars and taking in new business from time to time. Do you have a masseuse or get massages Tim?". To be honest I haven't gotten a massage in a long time and it really seemed to be about time, because they are really relaxing. "I haven't in a long time, but should probably get one soon". "Here, give me your phone" Robert said. I handed him my phone and he entered his name, number, and email as a new contact. "Don't hesitate to text or email if you would like to set something up". He hand my phone back to me and downed the last of his beer. He put the empty bottle in his backpack and said it was about time for him to go. I stood up, now that my cock had settled, and asked how long he had been at the beach. "Just a few hours, but I have had enough sun and I am pretty horny, so need to go home and relax". Robert made air quotes why saying the word relax. I just laughed as I completely understood. Robert pulled his shorts from his backpack, but instead of putting them on he asked for a hug while telling me how great it was to meet me. He caught me off guard, but I leaned in close and hugged him back. He whispered in my ear "great to meet you Tim" as one hand slid down to cup my ass. I could feel Robert's cock growing along my leg, what a fucking gorgeous cock I thought. soon his finger found my hole and just stayed there. I reached down to hold his big cock in my hand and as soon as I touched him, he started leaking, a lot actually, and then his finger slid into my hole. "fuck Robert" is all I could say! "I would love to Tim" Robert said quietly as I stroked his massive cock. Robert pulled his finger from my ass and hugged me tightly. "You should come over for a massage soon Tim". I looked into Robert's eyes, still holding his leaking big black cock, "I will sir". "You can tonight if you like Tim, I am free". "I want that Robert" I said as I let go of his cock and turned around. with my butt up against his swollen cock. his hands went to my shoulders but I reached behind me and guided his cock to lay on my ass. "Tim, you are so sexy, fuck. Please come over tonight and you will get the best massage you have ever had, I promise". "I will Robert, I promise". Robert eased away from me, gripping my ass again firmly in his hand, saying "good, I can't wait".

As I mentioned it previously, I spent a week in one of the gay paradises. It was hot, busy, I slept only few hours because this morning I was bred too, so I present you only a diary (day by day). 😉 Day 1. I travelled a lot, I had to change in Frankfurt. I was tired, because one of my friend’s birthday was celebrated all night (no sex) and I almost went to the airport directly in the early morning. Although I had sex on Thursday and Friday as well, maybe because of the promising destination I was horny as fuck. I didn’t have enough time on Budapest, but I had almost 2 hours waiting for the flight in Frankfurt. I changed my headline on Romeo and Grindr noticing that I was up to some quickie. It was only 20 minutes before the boarding when a sexy asian landing service employee (worked in the VIP lounge) texted me that he wanted to suck me off. He wore a nice uniform. We went to the VIP lounge restroom into a cubicle and he sat onto the toilet and gave me nice blowjob. I came into his mouth. It was my first airport sex. When I arrived at Maspalomas I immediately felt that it was a different place. Sometimes I felt that straights were the minority. I met a guy years ago, we never met but sometimes we chatted on romeo and Twitter. He is a real kinky dad (undetectable anyway) and as a full top was interested in my ass. He got it many times unloading me with his poz cums. He suggested me his favourite cruising bar, Noxon where on Sunday breed party was organised. It’s needless to say I attended there. Although I was dead tired I spent there amazing hours. It’s good to know about Noxon that there’s dress code in every special event (4 times a week) where mostly being naked is a normal. However, as I experienced later, it’s generally normal every places. Another important information about Noxon is that there hardly can be found picky guys. There are all types and ages and the majority are open for coks and loads. I fucked many guys, bred two and some of them fucked me. I did spit roast and was spit roasted as well. One memorable guy was a guy with PA. It was amazing deepthroating him and being fucked by this jewellery. To be continued…

Chapter 30: Gift Giving The party night had arrived. I was somewhat suprised when my dad said it would actually be somewhat of a conversion party though. After my partner and I discussed it, we agreed it was the power of poz. Although it was an odd concept of fathers pozzing their sons, it was actually a great idea, with love involved, just like my pozzing was. Now my dad loves sex with younger boys, but he also loves doing non sexual things such as the gift exchange. He gathered everyone in the room, and each of the dads had a box to present to their sons. Dad explained that he had to help Santa, and slipped into the bedroom. He reminded the dads not to give the boxes to their sons until instructed to. Once dressed as naughty Santa, he came out with a huge sack over his shoulder. That wasn't the only sack though. He was wearing a tight pair of red velvet underwear with his cock and sack hanging out. Santa began by telling the boys that their dads had a box with a gift inside, but there was more than the physical gift inside the box if they wanted it. He continued by telling the boys they would likely be suprised by what they were about to hear. He continued by saying that he and the dads have discussed it, and that they felt they would be comfortable with it, but if not, they had options to consider. He explained that all of the dads present were undetectable, but have been off their meds for at least three weeks, and likely very toxic. He explained that the dads all agreed that they wanted to give them a life long gift. There were a few that seemed unsure, but one boy blurted out, " Fuck yea!" Santa said he and his dad would be the first to open their gift, and invited him to his chair to sit on Santa's lap. The boy quickly jumped on Santa's lap, and Santa asked him if he had been a good boy this year. He said he thought so as he offered his ass to his dad often throughout the year. Santa then asked him what he wanted for Christmas and he said HIV. The boy said he and his dad had been watching alot of poz porn and it got him excited. The boy giddedly bounced on Santa's lap, and Santa instructed them to head to the bedroom to open their box. Before leaving Santa reached into his sack and retrieved a set of antlers for the boy and said we can already see you are horny from the bulge in your shorts, but in case someone hadn't noticed that, he needed to wear the antlers. The boy and his dad retreated to the bedroom, where the boy stripped. His dad presented the box, and when he opened it, he found a hard bristle brush, and a temporary biohazard tattoo. The dad explained to him he carefully selected the brush as he was certain that he was willing to become poz, especially after they had watched a porn with brushing in it and it was the best sex they ever had. He explained that he would brush his hole before returning to the room, as he was afraid that might frighten some of the other boys. He said that he wouldn't be too aggressive, but after the party, he would brush him until brush was bright red. He continued by saying that by putting the tattoo on his ass, the dads would know he was open to any and all toxic loads. The boy quickly wet the tat, and dad put it on his ass cheek. With that they returned to the room where everyone was watching poz porn. He positioned his son in the sling, and began breeding him. After he unloaded in him, his boy cleaned his cock and Santa said, "Good boy.' Santa said he definitely was, and invited the next son to his lap. After a few minutes, a boy and his dad approached Santa. Dad was giddy that they were the first as this boy was the most willing to be gifted. He was even happier when tye boy told him he wanted Santa to unload his toxic sack in him later. The second boy jumped up on Santa's lap, and Santa asked if he had been a good boy. The boy said no, that he had been taking cock other than his dad's, but mostly fucking other boys. Santa told him to drop his pants, and bend over his knee. When he did, Santa slapped his ass making it bright red. Santa then asked him what he wanted for Christmas and he said simply for his dad to love him. With that, they retreated to the bedroom. His dad presented him with his present which included a shaver and the temporary bio hazard tat. His dad told him that although he enjoyed breeding him, he sensed that he liked it more when he simply sucked him. His dad said that he enjoyed sucking him, but didn't enjoy flossing with his long dark pubes. His son said he had thought about shaving it, and now that he knew how he felt, he would shave for him. The son indicated that he was not comfortable in becoming poz yet though, but wished to stay and play. His dad then said he would put the tat over his cock indicating that he wanted to fuck, but not get fucked. His father added that he was anxious to watch him breed others, as he had no idea he was already doing so. They returned to the main room and the boy got on the bed where his father began shaving him. His dad didn't completely shave him, leaving a sexy patch of pubes. The first son was still in the sling, and invited him to breed him. The boy agreed, and the boy in sling encouraged him to pump his load deepe into his ass. The boy was hung and mounted his bloody hole.

This weekend I played with my 60+ friend and his friends in his garage again. I only play with him and or his other friends only now. They are kinky as hell and they are very dominant and can be extremely rough at times. No need to use anything to find guys. If im in the mood one of them are allways available. They roughed me up a bit and got me restrained with handcuffs as they played with me. They like leather and toys so it's a lot of fun and love to be submissive for them. I got tagged teamed and abused a bit by them. Got 3 good loads in me as the night went on and left the garage and I was laying there bound and in the dark as they left. Almost an hour later the lights came on and they lubed me up and I got some more rough loads. One sat on my chest made me suck his cock then i started to tasted piss as he made me drink him. The two of the guys left and my friend said I have to wait someone else is coming. He left turn the lights off and again laid there alone sore in the dark. Some time passed the lights came on and this big burly old guy walking in. My friend was at the door watching then left and shut the door. I was alone with this guy. He he was gray all over his hairy body he came up to me and touched me all over and then undressed. He played with my cock for a little then stuck a few fingers in me and said he was told I'm his whore to play with. He straddled my face and demanded me to eat his ass as I did for a bit. He got up and slapped my face and it stung. He stood there stroking his cock then leaned into me and made me suck him as he push my head so it went in deep. He undid one hand and told me to squeeze his balls as i suck. I felt him get hard as i was sucking then tasted a bit of precum. He pulled out clamp the cuff back and move to my hole and spit and big spit on my hole and played his cock on my hole. Then without warning he push his cock in as his hand went over my mouth. I almost screamed and I bet this old guy knew i was going too as he plowed my hole. He groaned loudly has he grabbed my throat has was pumping hard. Trying to choke me out he kept pumping hard and tighten his grip around my neck I think i was about to pass out my ears were ringing and feeling dizzy he just about screamed as he dumped a load in me he let go of my neck and I blew a load on me and him as he laid on me breathing hard. He got up and gave me a kiss then slap and spit on my face. And made me clean his dick. Got dressed and he left the garage and turned the light out. About 10 minutes the lights came on and my friend came in with my clothes and undid my cuffs and said you can leave by the side door . He left me alone to dress and leave I so love playing with these guys.. As I always say The older the better!

I’m mostly bottom but I’ve been fucking an old friend most days for the last 5 weeks whilst on holiday in europe as he wanted pozzed. Finally today on the self-test he got the result he wanted. it’s a good feeling knowing I converted him rather than randoms where never know. We will continue fucking until I leave at the weekend and be a turn on knowing he charged. He hasn’t got the fuck flu which is a shame as I remember my night sweats.

part 2 is on it's way just been too busy to get it sorted

I relate to this. 1,000+ cocks have rutted my cunt, most of them belonging to men I didn’t know and many times never saw. It would be ludicrous to suddenly claim that I have any sexual dignity. I’m shocked that you’re shocked. How you have escaped awareness of this is perplexing. I’m usually keenly aware that I’m being fucked by a ‘hurting’ Top - I can often tell just by the way he grips me, even before penetration. I’ve had Tops tell me explicitly that they enjoy causing a bottom pain, and that they enjoyed doing it to me.

Day5 I started the day on the beach but first I turned to the dunes. There weren’t too many people. Only an older guy with impressive thick boner. I sucked him and offered my hole. He bred me. On Thursday nights, there is a nude party in Noxon. Honestly, although it started promising it was a bit disappointing. When I stepped in, a supposedly canario guy sucked a silver fox. I stepped beside t, so the canario continued with two cocks. Later the silver fox started to fuck him and I let him to suck me. Then we changed. While I was fucking the canario, the silver fox fucked me. Then we finished. At least it seemed like it. Silver fox started to suck me and offered me his hole. While I was fucked him, the canario came to us and fucked me. We changed, and the canario continued to fuck him. Then I stepped behind him and fucked his ass. They came but I didn’t. Then started the boring part of the night. Fortunately, my friend appeared and I was on my knees in front of him soon. Finally he directed me to the sling. When he finished, a guy who was in a threesome which seemed pretty lame (when guys can’t decide on if they are top or bottom) stepped to my hole, pushed his cock in me and cum. Another guy from this company came and shot his load on my hole. Then this party ended, but I was too horny. So, I headed to the Factory bar. It wasn’t bad but here were the guys more picky. However, I could find some exciting adventure and a breeder. To be continued…

Went on sniffies early morning and invited a top over to breed me anon. After fucking a while, he took off my blindfold and I was shocked to discover he was super handsome and hot. Not that it matters ultimately - I take all loads - but it was a fun surprise nevertheless.

Part 22: Plans in Motion “FUCK!” Peter cried, his face red. Tears were in his eyes as he slowly lowered himself down onto Dominic and myself, our dicks held close together, our combined girths threatening to tear his hole open. Peter had been coming over to my apartment almost every day for two weeks, telling his wife that he was coming to help with a committee. What she didn’t know was that the committee’s focus was fucking, pozzing, and finding other men to join. Peter wanted to experience everything he could with gay sex. Though he still had trouble swallowing piss, he loved it when Dominic and I bathed him in our streams. He loved exploring everything sex made possible. As soon as he heard about double penetration, his eyes lit up. “You sure you can take us both?” I asked one night after Dominic had unloaded in his ass, using my cum as lube. “I don’t know until I try,” Peter said. He reached back and shoved several of his fingers into his hole. "It feels like it can." "I'd love to get a fist up there," Dominic said, smiling. "He's not ready for that," I said. It was something even Dominic and I hadn't tried. "I just want to try everything I can," Peter explained. “I like the way this man thinks,” Dominic said, pulling Peter in for a kiss. “I can’t wait till I convert,” Peter said. Since we’d been fucking Peter so much, we were sure he would be converting soon, though it had taken Pastor Kline a while until he converted. Pastor Kline hadn’t joined us in our daily fucking since he was sick, his body still trying to recover. His wife had been concerned, even suggested that he should have been taken to the hospital, but we all knew what would be revealed if she did. Instead, I assured her that he’d be back to his old self in no time; he’d be better, even. “I’ll be better once I have you in my ass and Dominic in my mouth,” Pastor Kline whispered to me once his wife was out of earshot. “And Peter cumming buckets all over my body.” We had taken him to see Dr. Wade once he was feeling well enough to walk. I lied to Pastor Kline’s wife and said I was doing her a favor by taking him to the doctor for a checkup. What she didn’t know was that Dominic and I watched as Dr. Wade invaded Pastor Kline’s new poz hole and filled him till cum was dripping down his legs. Then, Dominic fucked Pastor Kline as I had another go with Doctor Wade, filling his hole with my cum. Pastor Kline was now a wild animal, always horny, ready to fuck whatever he could. However, his wife was keeping an eye on him till she thought he was better. We were sure he would be ready to rejoin the land of the fucking soon. Hopefully by the time we managed to snag Lewis. Peter was still trying to figure out how to best get Lewis alone. After that, we had the issue of convincing the young man that he’d want us to poz him. While everyone was positive that he’d give in with no problem, I found myself worried. What if he changed his mind? What if he decided to expose us all? There was a lot riding on Lewis and his hole. Still, we all wanted him. After Peter told us everything that had happened the night he took Lewis’s virginity, we all found ourselves only thinking of the young man and the possibilities his body held. “You’re almost there,” Dominic said, helping Peter as he slowly inched his way down our cocks. “Fuck, look at you open up.” I watched in amazement as I saw Peter’s ass take two huge dicks. Sure, I’d seen it done in porn, but until your dick is one of the ones threatening to tear a man’s hole open, it’s almost impossible to imagine. “Fuck,” Peter cried, glancing down to get a view of the impossible. He tried to hold his dick and balls back to see our cocks invading his body, but the pain was too much and he instead focused on not passing out. “How’s it feel?” I asked, running my hand along his legs, loving the feeling of his hairy body. Since we started fucking Peter daily, I found myself drawn to him almost as much as I was drawn to Dominic. Maybe it was the “[banned word]” of it all. Dominic had been, in my eyes when I first met him, dangerous. He was the thing I wanted but knew I shouldn’t have. With Peter, he was a married man who slept with one of his students. Everything about this man was a turn-on. If Dominic hadn’t come along when he did, I was starting to wonder if Peter could have been the one to take my virginity, seeing as he was so good at it. He was a hot man, and seeing him impale himself on two cocks had my heart racing. Sure, there were other men at the church I’d fuck in a heartbeat, but I don’t expect it to happen. Before Dominic, I never imagined that I’d fuck another man and be fucked in return. I never thought I’d fuck the pastor who had been guiding me the last three years. I never would have imagined fucking at the doctor’s office. I never would have imagined fucking my own brother. My entire life had changed since I met Dominic. Maybe nothing would have happened with Peter. Doesn’t matter, I thought, watching as Peter fucked himself on our dicks, sweat covering his body, his hairy chest heaving from the effort. Hearing his groans mix with the moaning of Dominic brought me to the edge. The life I would have had couldn’t have come close to this. I loved being poz, and I couldn’t wait for Peter to feel the same. “Fuck,” I groaned, grabbing hold of both Peter and Dominic. “I’m cumming!” I threw my head back, an intense wave coursing through my body. My skin felt as if it were freezing and on fire at the same time, every nerve firing as my cock shot load after load of poz cum into Peter’s hole. My heart was pounding, Peter’s hand reaching down to stabilize himself, his palm landing right over my biohazard tattoo, my heart beating underneath. Fuck, I couldn’t wait until he converted. “I can feel it,” Peter said, forcing himself down until our dicks disappeared completely inside him. “I can feel you filling me.” I could feel my cum dripping down my dick and over my balls. Next to my shaft, I could feel Dominic’s cock swelling, his rhythm increasing along with his breathing. “One load of poz cum down,” Dominic growled, his one hand grabbing Peter’s leg while the other reached up and grabbed Peter’s cock. “Ready for another?” “Fuck yeah,” Peter moaned as Dominic started jerking his cock. “Infect my ass. Make me blow my neg load.” “Hopefully your last,” Dominic said. “Fuck,” Peter moaned, his breathing quick. “You got it,” Dominic said, thrusting harder, my own cock, growing harder, joining the motion. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Peter cried, hand clawing at my chest and leaving a mark across my skin. “I’m… I’m…” Peter’s mouth was open in a silent scream, eyes wide open, as thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock and bathed us in his limitless cum. I still couldn’t believe he could produce so much. His entire chest was covered, matting into his hair before falling down onto Dominic and I and matting into our own. The sound of sloshing cum over slicked skin filled the room as Dominic let out a deep growl. “Here it is, boy,” he cried, thrusting himself as deep into Peter’s ass as possible, his body shaking from the exertion. Next to my balls, I could feel his shoot up into his body, his cock pumping furiously. Even my own cock started shooting again, remnants of my orgasm resurfacing and bringing another round of cum shooting out. For a moment, all three of us were connected in a shared orgasm, our bodies firing off as one. The poz seed from Dominic which existed within himself and within me filled Peter’s body. We collapsed on the bed, exhausted, unable to move for what felt like hours. “Anyone ready for a round two?” Peter asked, his cock already at attention, another round of cum ready to go. Dominic looked at me and laughed. “Fuck, you two are the hottest fucking men I’ve ever seen.” “You’re just saying that,” I told him, smiling back. He looked at me, his smile softening. I’d seen Dominic make a lot of faces. I’ve seen his aggressive, dominant face, the one from my dream and the night he pozzed me. I’ve seen his lust when I blow him or he pours out an entire bladder full of piss over my body. I’ve seen his pride as he watches me fuck Pastor Kline, Doctor Wade, or Peter. I’ve seen so many faces. Now, I’m seeing something else. He wasn’t simply glowing in the after-fuck-heat. He looked genuinely happy. “I’m not,” he said. “I’m not just saying that.” ** “Our plan’s in motion,” Peter told us once we fucked one more time, this time giving Peter’s hole a break and fitting only one dick in at a time. Any of the cum which poured out Dominic collected for Peter and fed it to him, though there was still cum leaking out from deep inside his guts. His hole was red and bleeding slightly, but we could tell that he wanted more toxic cum. “I’m planning on seeing Lewis in private in a few days. I’ll talk to him then.” “What are you going to say?” I asked, reminding them both of the different ways this could turn on us, exposing us all. “I thought I’d tell him that I wanted to fuck again,” Peter told us. “I’ll tell him that I found someone else who’s interested in him.” "Won't that scare him?" "He's dying to fuck again," Peter told us. "He wanted to meet at my office again, but I told him to wait. You remember what it was like being young and ready to fuck anything in sight." "I feel that way even now," Dominic said, grabbing his cock which was already starting to get hard again. "I'm telling him it's someone from church." "Not me!" I said, worried about what Peter was going to tell Lewis. “Me,” Dominic indicated. Clearly, both Peter and Dominic had been discussing this plan without me. “Peter will bring Lewis to my apartment. That way, if everything starts to go to hell, Lewis won’t know anything about you,” he told me. “So, what do I do?” “You wait until Lewis agrees,” Peter said. “And only if he agrees,” I told them both, seeing the hunger in their eyes. “I’m not pozzing him if he doesn’t want it.” From the looks on Dominic and Peter’s faces, they weren’t happy with this. “Promise me,” I demanded. “I promise,” Dominic said. “Me too,” Peter told me. “Though, I really hope he says yes because I’m dying to get into his ass again.” “You won’t be fucking him much if you’re not poz,” Dominic reminded him. “More reason for you two to keep fucking my hole up with dirty cum,” Peter said. He reached back a hand and shoved a finger into his ass. He pulled it out and showed us cum tinted pink. “I think you’re on your way,” Dominic said. Peter slipped the finger into his mouth and sucked the cum down, licking his lips. “Tastes better than any pussy I’ve ever had.” “I wouldn’t know,” I said, leaning in and kissing him, tasting the cum on his lips and tongue. “All I’ve ever tasted is cock, cum, ass, and piss.” “That’s all a strong man needs,” Dominic said, smiling. “We just need to make sure that Pastor Kline is back on his feet by then. He’d hate to miss out on the fun.” “Good point,” I said. “That would be an odd number,” I told them. “True,” Dominic said. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find someone to join us. Doctor Wade or someone else.” A sudden noise pulled our attention to my dresser where my phone was charging. I checked the number but found it was unlisted. “Hello?” I asked, watching as Peter dressed and Dominic followed him out. “Will?” the voice on the other end said. “Jay?” I checked the number again. “Jay, is that you?” “Fuck, yeah it is,” Jay said. “What number is this? Whose phone are you using?” “My boyfriend’s,” Jay said. “Your what?” “My boyfriend’s,” Jay said again. “I guess he’s my boyfriend. Fuck buddy. Whatever. Doesn’t matter.” “Are you saying,” I asked, trying to understand what I was being told, “that you’re gay?” “Don’t know,” he said. “Bi? Pan? No fucking clue. All I know is that lately I’ve been getting fucked by dicks as much as I can, and I fucking love it.” Hearing what Jay was telling me was getting me hard again, even having just fucked twice and cum three times. There was something about Jay that could get me hard no matter what. “What’s his name?” “Alan,” Jay said. “Where’d you meet him?” “In a park,” he said. “He fucked me behind some bushes. That’s not why I called, Will.” “Why did you call?” I asked, thinking back to the last time I had seen him, feeling the panic filling my chest. “I’ve got news.” “Yeah, I know,” I told him. “You just said you have a boyfriend.” “Not just that,” he said. “I didn’t want to call until I knew for sure.” “What about?” I asked. “Are you really that fucking dumb?” Jay asked, laughing. “Will, I’m poz.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Hey guys, The gangs back. I'll be trying to post every Sunday, but there may be a Sunday missed here and there. I've had a few of you message me with ideas, and I'm excited to see what I can do with some of them. The group is going to get even larger. Lewis will be coming up soon, if not next. Happy jerking.

Chapter 7 He had her in the doggy position and he was fucking her, She kept backing to his cock. He looked down and saw her little brown hole winking at him when she moved. He knew then that sooner than later he was going to get the cherry. She hadn’t climaxed yet and that was fine because he had another plan. He flipped her over and went down on her pussy. Even though he knew how wet she got this was different, she was soaked and so were the sheets. He started licking her pussy, pulling off then she got close to prolong both her fun and misery. She was almost begging him to bring her off, this was something that her strict and conservative upbringing would never allow. He was playing with her breasts and rock hard nipples, this seems to make her even hotter. He had his hands under her buttocks and was holding them open and he stared teasing and massaging the round globes of her ass. While he was sucking on her clit he moved one of his fingers to her hole and began teasing it. That got the response he hoped for, she was moaning and bucking up into his mouth. He remembered how this felt when guys did this to him and it drove him wild. When she was moving around it actually worked it in her butt. He only had the finer tip in but this was more than she ever let happen. He held his finger steady, he wanted to see what she would do. She stared pushing back on his finger, she had about half of it in when she stared to cum. She wrapped her thighs around his head and clamped it on place. At the same time she was moaning and making all sorts of animalistic sounds that he knew the neighbors would hear it. She was in a state he never heard before, she was pumping so much cum juice in his mouth he was having trouble keeping up with it. At the same time he couldn’t get a good breath in that position and she showed no signs of stopping. He had head about women ringing their bells when they came had but never experienced it. She seemed to be coming harder and his finger was almost all the way in her butt. He was afraid she might have a heart attack or something. He decided to pull his finger out and see if he could get another one in there. When it came out her climax seemed to stop. She released his head from her death grip and rolled over and was panting. She could never remember ever getting that intense of an orgasm, it seemed to have drained her body of energy. After the week she had, this was what she needed. She had talked about sex with a couple of her friends and they talked about how intense anal play can be for both partners and they also talked about what it was like to get another person into the action and the dynamics of it. The one said she watched her husband and another guy play together an f her husband ended up being on the bottom and getting fucked. She talked about the times he took her back door and how erotic it was to watch it when he got it. This was something that she had never considered and would never consider it. When they talked about it, she thought how perverted and nasty it was. Her boyfriend moved behind her to cuddle and his cock, which he had forgotten about, poked her in the ass. She giggled again and said “ Someone still needs to get off “. She was totally relaxed and at the same time something inside her wanted more. This was a feeling she never had before. She started playing with his cock. It was sticky with her cum juices and it was harder than she could remember. She slid down and began licking the sensitive head of his cock. She had no idea as to how overly hot and sensitive it was. As she did this, she was lightly tracing lines on his thighs and cupping his nut sack. He was breathing hard with the excitement and sweating, that was another thing she had never noticed before. She started using her mouth on his cock, usually she could only get half his cock in her mouth but for some reason this time she was able to almost swallow it’s entire length. Only about an inch was left out. She was getting good and pleasing him and she wanted to give him as much as he as giving her.

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Faggot pussy craves cock and cum like no other pussy. It worships cock and men. It knows how to milk cock for the maximum load. In a different world where there was no social stigma about guys being with guys, straight guys would bend the faggot over, spit on their cock, shove it in and dump their load on their way home to the wife and kids after work. Prostitutes would be put out of business. Far few marriages would end up in divorce as the guy would not have to beg his wife to consent to have sex when his balls were aching from the cum buildup - grab a faggot for a quick pump and dump and everyone would be happier. Faggots would be providing a public service.

Part 1 Ben woke with a start, this was not his hotel room, then it all flooded back what he had done the previous night. Ben was 25, and on holiday by himself He had been sitting on his terrace when he first saw the tall blonde headed guy watching him, the guy walked past and smiled, but said nothing. later Ben had gone down to the pool , and saw the guy again, but Ben pretended not to notice. Later in the afternoon Ben walked down past the pool and down to the beach and walked along the sand, suddenly a voice said Hi and he felt a hand on his shoulder. when he turned it was the blonde guy he had seen eelier, thought I would never catch you alone he said, and I'm Brad, hi Ben said Ben, you're not from around here then no am across from the UK said Ben, Hot was Brads response and then he lent forward and kissed Ben. Ben did not fight the kiss but relished it and moved closer to Brads suntanned body, the kiss finished and Brad knew you were available. together they moved down the beach and slightly out f view as they kissed again and Brad's hand ran around Ben's crotch, mammy nice package as Ben's cock stiffened, come with me Ben followed Brad off the beach toward the hotel, finishing up by a beach facing apartment, this is Mine said Brad and led Ben in doors. Once inside Brad wasted no time in kissing Ben again and feeling his hole before pushing the swim shorts down so he could feel Ben's stiff cock before moving to his knees and starting to suck Ben, been started to moan with pleasure, Brad stopped and said swap places and been saw Brads Massive cock for the first time. He wrapped his lips around the head of Brads Cock and started to work down the shaft, he felt Brads hand on the back of his head slowly but surely pushing Ben down on his cock he almost gagged but stopped himself just in time. When he cam e off Brads cock, Brad was smiling , what about eating together tonight, and we go get you something sexier than those swim shorts, Ben was happy to go along with that, so having eaten Brad took him to a shop which had Thong style swim wear try these handing hen a pale blue thong I think they will suit you perfectly for tomorrow on the beach. Having bought the thong they made their way back to the hotel and Brads room, once the door we shut they started to kiss with shirts and shorts coming off quickly, Brad led the way to the bedroom and they began to make out Brad started to rim Ben's hole which made Ben moan and twitch. Brad moved back up Ben's body incising him and then whispering in his ear I so want to fuck you, but only fuck raw, is that a problem Ben's response was I have not been fucked raw in 5 years now, oh Fuck you don't know what you're missing said Brad and it means your nag too I bet, yes said been quietly followed by are you pod? yeah I am does that scare you, Ben did not respond, his mind we in turmoil. Tell you what let me fuck you and I will pull out whenever you tell me, yes, been thought about it and then nodded slowly and you will pull out when I say Yes promise said Brad. Brad did not waste any time and pushed the head of his cock against Ben's hole slowly Ben 's hole gave way and Brad's cock slid in, once all the way in he kissed been and said feel good, oh fuck yes monad Ben. brad started to slide back and forth slowly at first p=but picking up speed, been was in ecstasy and moaning, suddenly Brad stopped do do you want me to pull out? Ben was unsure what to do he was loving this fuck No carry on for a bit longer, Brad grinned knew you would like it, 10 minutes later he asked Ben again knowing he was almost ready to cum do I pull out? Ben did not say anything so Brad leant over and kissed him and said you have to tell me what to do fuck me said been. Brad gave 2 big thrusts and felt his pod cum explode into Bens Hole and then started to kiss Ben whose legs automatically wrapped themselves around Brads ass toy keep him in place. Brad's cock eventually softened and plopped out and the two embraced so I think you liked that fuck said Brad, Ben said nothing but kissed Brad and they fell asleep part 2 to follow

Your average two-star sleazy motel does not have this feature. The lights may not even all work, so you can be pretty sure the high-tech door-lock-monitoring system (which I suspect is going to cost the hotelier some bank to install) is probably not going to be something they spring for. Nor, indeed, are security personnel. I’ve never hosted at a hotel that had a security guard. I’ve been to lots of places where the cops ended up in the parking lot with their flashers on. Never assume that a security guard is going to be there, and make provision for your own defense. I never go ass-up without the means to deal with an attacker. Trying to cumdump at a nicer hotel with all the extra amenities is, generally speaking, an exercise in self-cock-blocking. Interior room entry is an absolute non-starter for me - even if keycard access isn’t required for entry to the premises after a certain hour, just having to walk through a lobby past the front desk is a deterrent for many. In short, the better ways to host an anon pump’n’dump, at least one likely to result in any volume, all carry an increased risk, and are short on creature comforts.

Two tops give a nice working over to a handsome young built twink. The kid is really hot and the more he is abused, the hotter he gets. Love it ! [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/rfc-demotion-day-xhFVcH0

I do the same... Tell them to msg me when they get to hotel for room number. Not only do I want to make sure I'm ass up and ready when they arrive I want to make sure I don't have multiple guys show up at once. That would be fine with me, but most guys I get want 1 on 1 On the other hand, more than once I've gotten to a hotel or apt building and been ghosted when I arrived so I understand the concern from a top's perspective.

Got it in one! And yes hntnhole it must be the clerics, damn my chaotic alignment!

Well, you have it figured out better than I did - so thanks. Even computerese is getting a bit more complex these days !!! The Clerics are probably behind it !!!

Regarding the drugs: While it's true that this burg (Ft. Lauderdale) is soaked in drugs, there are places where there are guys that are focused on raw sex, not just the drugs. So I don't bother at all with the joints where I know I won't get what I want. I know there are some guys flying high in my favorite fuckjoint, but there are enough that a) aren't, or b) can still stay focused on getting a lot of Cock rutting in their Holes to make it worth while. While I feel somewhat sorry for all the guys that sink into that pit, I don't go to the backrooms or fuckjoints to feel sorry for them - I go there to Breed them. I don't go to those joints to interact in any intellectual / emotional way - I only want to Breed Holes. In the event lightening strikes in the darkroom at Slammer, then so be it. But I certainly don't expect it. By the way, I ran into Javier - that kid who's "daddy" would Breed him, and then take him out to the Ramrod, but disallowing him to take any loads while the "daddy" fucked whoever would take his dick. Turns out he left that "daddy", is living over by the local Homo Depot* with two other guys. Apparently two of the three have jobs, but there are always BreedCocks over there fucking whoever's there at the moment. Javier was taking a load when I saw him, so he caught up with me after that. Bought him a beer, heard all about how things have changed for the better for him, and was gratified to hear him thank me for helping him get out of that repressive relationship. And, of course - yes I did. But I'll be moseying over there one of these days to see how he's doing. That Hole is just my cup of cum ...... 😈 *this is not what anyone would call an affluent area ....

Today I shot another film for Treasure Island Media. It was last-minute, so they didn't have a partner for me. We did a solo. I actually lasted longer than normal when jerking. When the time came (lol), I propped myself up on my shoulders, and shot the cum on my face and in the mouth. SALTY! But a good scene, and an easy paycheque. Suddenly I'm ready to talk on ALL THE COCKS. lol

I think you're completely justified in venting, and you're hardly the only one in the same situation. Here's a potential solution: Now. I know a lot of guys don't live in places like Fort Lauderdale - sex (let alone our particular kind) isn't all that easy to get in a helluva lot of places - which is why the cruising apps are depended on so heavily in other parts of the country/world. That said, I got so tired of it all, that I made it a point to assemble a group of fuckbuds years ago when I still lived back North. Thus, there was a small "network" of guys - Tops & bottoms - the knew each other and had celebrated raw sex with each other. If you can establish a few guys in a similar fashion - get to know them, let them get to know you, trust each other, each guy is invited to bring new guys (once they know them), at some point you'll have a loosely-connected network of guys who need what you need - raw sex. Since each guy also has sex with other guys, there may be a relatively reliable inflow of fresh meat. Four or five initial guys can turn into eight or ten. The Breeding Group can be as tightly or as loosely organized as the group wants it to be. And then, you can just ditch the apps full of wannabees - pretenders - idiots, etc. No guy learns everything about a particular Hole with just one fuck. Repeats can be as much fun as the initial fuck. I'm still in contact with the guy I got through covid with. He still texts me when he's got a hot Hole over there he knows I'll like. I still text him when there's a Hole at my place I know he'll like. It can easily be a month+ without any contact - we're fuckbuddies, not best friends - and that's the function we fulfill for each other. I still love Breeding him, and apparently so does he. The point is, each of us has met/fucked other guys via this very small (at first, just he and I) group of Breeders. Plus, it keeps all the action private and off the net - which is also apparently increasingly important these days. It might work for you - and you can forget about cruising in "bullshit-land".

My last load was at a bathhouse. I was in the dark room and these two what felt like hard muscle men speaking in Spanish licking my hole then took turns pounding it full of cum with a little piss. It was wet and very deep. I couldn’t say no ! At least 3 loads.

Here's a small world situation...I'm still in shock by it. I graduated college 25 years ago. Lost touch with some of my best friends over the years as happens. I am on holiday in Milan for the weekend and last night I'm horny in my hotel room so I open up Grindr and look for a bottom to fuck. I message a 20 year old kid who is 200 meters away from me. His profile says he is an American student studying in IT and he is horny for Daddy's to fuck him. We trade some pics and he is ready to come to my room for a fuck. He's tall, lean, lanky, not much muscle on him but smooth and defined and he seems horny AF to get cock inside him. 20 minutes later he knocks on my hotel room door. I open it up, he come right in, breathless, and he immediately starts to kiss me. He must have run over after his shower. We get to it...strip clothes off and I rim his smooth pretty hole for a long time, he's moaning, begging me to fuck him. Eventually I start to kiss up his torso and then kiss his lips as I push my cock into his hole. Nothing crazy, just an intense and great fuck till I eventually shoot my load inside him...he's rock hard and he begs me to suck his cock...I no sooner get my lips on his dick and he shoots his load right into my mouth. I snowball it back to him...we then lay next to each other just caressing and relaxing. I ask where he is from, where he is studying, etc. one question leads to another and I start learning a bit more about the kid. I told him where I went to college...and then it kind of got weird. His Dad went to the same college...then what year did he graduate...same year...then was he in a fraternity...then what was his name...and sure enough, this boy's Dad was one of my good friends in college and a fraternity brother of mine. LOL. So, we are both really freaked out by this. And frankly hornier too because of it. We fuck again...I blow another load inside of him. He spent the night with me. He's coming back tonight for some more fucking... Small world

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I served a n the navy so this shit wouldn’t happen in this country. Enter the facist Republican Party! I won’t get political sorry

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

A short story. Part 1 - Tales Of Old There are many haunting tales around the world, some of which were written about in books then turned in to box office movies to give the viewer a good fright and an enjoyable movie. Connor though was not one for this kind of movie, even as he entered adulthood. There was one particular tale he had come across during his childhood that he read many times. It was strange since it was a paragraph hand written on the inside page of a book about the history of mythical night creatures. He had always assumed the book belonged in the library of his adopted parents home. The book first attracted him by the deep red velvet cover with gold bindings. It was certainly not a book you could just pick up at a bookshop since it was very old, in fact it was ancient looking but weirdly in good condition. The hand written paragraph drew him back time after time and even though he was studying for a business degree at university he also read history, an interest born out of reading that paragraph amongst other things. Connor couldn't work out that this one written paragraph sent the strangest shivers up his spine every time he read it. Despite that he could recite it almost word for word from having read it so many times. The paragraph was simply titled 'Travenni 1865' yet the way it was written felt like the author was a fortune teller and wondered if this was just silly ramblings, yet it was so intriguing to read. 'When the time comes seek perpetual daylight as your only saviour. For the young Kovalek son lives and never dies, the family at his knees now gone and a sibling who disappeared without trace but lives a secret life. The village of Travenni is in danger of being wiped out through his anger and search for the one, yet he know not of when they will appear. His appearance spells doom for your soul, the flicker of a shadow in the corner of your eye, his icy breath behind you chills your spine, the deathly accuracy when he takes his victim. A sharp gasp of breath taken by your mouth as your eyes flutter. The force of your beating heart pumps harder quickening the process until it stops beating, its purpose devoid of meaning in your now lifeless body. An ability to control ones mind from a close distance, you feel a madness taking over but it makes him weak to invade, he is destined to control others in his quest. You can only see him if he presents himself to you, his touch freezes your body and thoughts. His icy blue eyes so mesmerising pulling you under his spell for he shall take them to serve his own need, his way of getting close to the one. His manifestation drives only a purpose and quest seeking each Berkhoff family ancestors. The one who carries the blood of purity that will unleash and free him from perpetual darkness. Yet he shall not kill the one who carries the blood of purity, only by their existence and willingness can he take their blood. He will find the one who remains, he will taste their purity and see the light of day, too much purity is blurred and could spell disaster.' The paragraph was signed by who Connor assumed was the person who wrote it 'Lettie Arno Borsch 1878'. It was in a way one of the strangest things to this day that Connor read and all through school he did many searches on the family names but it all seemed to end around the year of 1829. He thought nothing more about it until he finished school and was wondering through he manor house to the library where he found the book again. His adopted parents had a vast array of unusual books that he had spent many hours reading, they were not eccentric people by any means. In many ways they were just a normal family having formally adopted Connor when he was one year old, he knew no different and had a very happy upbringing in the quaint village of Chalfont Fortis in the Cotswolds. Adopted parents or not, he saw them as his parents and they would always remain that. At 20 years old Connor was sporty young lad with striking black hair, piercing blue eyes and average height of five feet nine inches, a slim but sporty athletic build and very attractive looking with kind facial features. He knew he was gay at 18 years old and openly talked about to his parents who were very chilled about it, they knew it was not a choice but how you developed in life. Opening up about his sexual preference was never hidden, after all his parents had never kept his adoption secret from him. There was nothing to hide or trace of where he actually came from. When he was sixteen he tried with his fathers help to trace his adoption but the trail was dry and only started from when he was left in the village church early one morning before the Christmas day service. It did have the misfortune of him being quickly known as baby Jesus, his adopted parents offered to look after the baby until the mother could be found. It took almost a year before authorities admitted they had no idea where he came from and allowed him to be formally adopted. On the sole of his left foot was a very weird mark that looked like the outline of a lotus flower. As Connor grew and the mark remained the same size, it was a red mark that looked like some weird birth mark. Village life in the Cotswolds was of course rife with local gossip and Chalfont Fortis was no different in that regards. The village was split in two halves by the stream that run through it, on the east side was the church, pub and school along with pretty village cottages and houses that radiated out either side of the church following the stream north and south. The west side of the stream was the local village shop and even larger old houses going south until you reached Fortis Manor, home to Connor and his parents. Going north from the shop passing cottages set back from the road with charming gardens led you to a turning where large heavy iron gates lead in to the Chalfont Weir estate and the large mansion. Enclosed by a large old and partly crumbling brick wall that stretched the entire way around the estate. It was once home to the lord of the manor and handed down through generations of the Smythe family. Over the many summers growing up Connor and his friend James would spend with jam jars and fishing nets in the stream trying to catch tadpoles or anything else that happened to be in their vicinity. Everyone knew everyone and everyone knew everyone's business so there was no hiding secrets in the village, families came and went finding out that village life was really not for them. The east side was the only part of the village where properties would go up for sale the further out of the village you got, there rally was nothing here for those who didn't know what village life was all about. To Connor and James the whole place was a playground to be explored over and over. James frequently stayed at Fortis Manor, dating back to early 1700's the place was perfect for hide and seek. Set on the banks of the stream it was a seven bedroom manor house with an unusual large room where banquets would have been held back in the day, now though it was a large lounge with a huge fireplace, it was the heart of the home and always had a enormous Christmas tree in during the festive season. His adopted father a famous historian gave one off lectures at many universities around the world, this meant Connor was fortunate enough to visit many countries growing up. Sir Edward Barton and his wife Lady Jane Barton lead a quiet life that Connor loved, he learnt to cook and be pretty self sufficient by his mother. Gerald Smythe was the last existing family member who lived a solitude existence in the large sprawling Chalfont Weir mansion, he had a housekeeper who lived in the village called Betty. She was the main source of gossip as well. Despite his solitude existence Gerald would often walk down to the village shop and sit on the low wall of the bridge over the stream chatting away to Connor and James whilst watching their efforts to catch tadpoles. When he returned to the estate the gates closed and his solitary existence resumed, he like his privacy yet he was always happy to talk when out and about. He was a man of mystery and never married, he always maintained that the family was defective with bad genes so it ended with him. A rather strange look on life Connor thought when talking to Gerald that day when he paused on his way to the shop. Connor was sat waiting for James to head back to university after a weekend home. Even though they had grown up they now went to same university, and James loved having his best friend around. A friend that had never waivered even when he had that difficult conversation of coming out to James. At Oxford where they were both studying degrees. Connor with his history and business studies, the history was more of an indulgence and hobby. He and James shared a flat in Oxford and their friendship was so close that many assumed them to be brothers. James was the same age and height as Connor and he was studying to be a sports physio and hence had a big liking for all manner of sports and working out. He had what Connor called a body to have sex with, a nice muscle proportion that James was not afraid of showing off around the flat along with his natural looks, brown hair and brown eyes. Straight without a shadow of doubt and he loved the fact Connor was gay, it meant less competition on the girl front. They both had numerous students chasing them every week but they remained focused on their studies preferring each others company. Connor though was quite partial to getting the occasional blow job in the university library since it was known as the place to pick up a quickie between lectures. Coming out of his long day of history lectures they had been given an assignment to write a piece on historical mysteries, fact or fiction. Most of the other students were complete avid history buffs that verged on a know it all attitude. There was one who sat over to the back left of the lecture hall that he had never spoken to. In fact they never spoke to anyone in lectures and always had their head down, Connor liked watching him for he was quite sexy in a nerdy way. He had heard rumblings that nerdy had been seen in a local gay bar a few nights. He knew the guy was the higher end of 19 years old and there was something quite sexually alluring about him. His mousey brown hair, blue eyes with average build and standing just marginally shorter than himself made him just Connor's type. With the assignment to be completed over the summer break he first thought was to call his father for suggestions. That would have been too easy to not challenged him enough, instead he went to the library and up the stairs to the section on historical artefacts and legends. It was a section he had only been in once before and it contained copies of numerous ancient writings, artefacts and books on legends through out the ages that he was hoping would give him some inspiration. The whole library was fairly quiet and this section was even quieter at this late time of day, only one other person stood there analysing some books, running his finger along the shelf as he shuffled along. Connor recognised nerdy immediately and decided to take the row on the other side of the book shelf to avoid him, he started wandering down looking at the books on medieval legends and witchcraft. "Nothing interesting that side" came the voice from the other side of the bookshelf. Connor smirked and carried on "I might find something worth writing about" he replied. "You are Professor Sir Barton's son aren't you?" the voice now asked. Connor looked at the book his finger was poised on "How do you know that?" he asked curiously. "I read all his books and wiki page" the voice said appearing to move towards the end. Christian appeared round the end "I am studying history of course I would know who you are" he added. Connor rested his elbow on the shelf looking at him "So you have me at a disadvantage" he said. "I guess you don't like an uneven playing field then" Christian said verging on flirting. Connor chuckled "Are you trying to pick me up?" he asked resuming his reading of book titles. "I'm Christian" he said moving towards Connor, "And of course I am trying to pick you up" he said holding his hand out. Connor smiled shaking his hand "I have never been picked up so openly like that" he said. He laughed loudly "Figured you are not stupid being Professor Barton's son" Christian said in a matter of fact way Connor smiled at him "I may be his son but I have to study as well" he said. Christian grinned moving closer "I read up about you when I knew you was in my lectures". Connor chuckled "There is nothing interesting to read about me" he replied. "I beg to differ" Christian said walking off, "There is a study room behind the last bookshelf". Connor chuckled as his obvious hint for him to follow, he liked how he never even asked and just took it for granted they were going to do this. Connor looked at the book his finger was on then slowly removing it, he looked back over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. He followed Christian past the final row before they both nervously stepped in to the study room. Christian reached behind him closing the door and looking him in the eye, placing his hand around Connor's waist moving his head closer he tested the water running his lips softly over his closed mouth. He responded moving his lips and kissing Christian lightly in the process, after all he quite often found Christian to be sexy even if a little nerdy at times. The hand pulled him closer and Christian instigated a kiss using his lips to take Connor's upper lip then lower lip, repeating each movement until Connor reacted parting his lips and flickering his tongue gently against Christian's lips. His hand now moved around Christian's neck, it was his turn to instigate a kiss and he was going full on spearing his tongue in to Christian's mouth and forcing their mouths together until their tongues danced together before letting go. Connor looked down to find Christian's free hand now had hold of his cock through his jeans, Connor chuckled and moaned softly grabbing a feel of Christian's arse. Christian moved back and smiled "Been wanting to do that for ages" he softly said. "You only had to ask me" Connor replied unable to take his eyes off him for some reason. "I was never sure if you were interested in me" Christian replied. Connor kissed him on the lips again "Turn around, bend over and you will see" he said. Straight away Christian pulled down his sweats and turned around bending over the study table glancing back at Connor in the process. Connor stepped forward and slapped him on the arse then dropped to his knees ramming his face in to the sweet crevice of his arse, his tongue striking hard on his hole. Christian tried to steady himself as his legs wobbled nearly giving way and moaning in to his sleeve to muffle any sound. His eyes opened wide at the thrilling sensation of Connor eating his arse whilst depositing saliva and loosening his hole. He raised his head looking back feeling the air now circulating again over his arse, Connor had stood up and was undoing his jean quickly then pulling out his cock and rubbing it several times. Spitting in to his hand and rubbing it over his seven inches of rock hard cock then dribbling saliva over Christians crack he moved him pressing the head of his cock lightly at first until his hole gave way. Christian raised himself up but Connor pushed him back down keeping his hand on his back to stop him moving, the hole was tight but he was not giving up so easy. Pulling out a little he dribbled more saliva and began pushing back in again, the moans rising from Christian in waves as he slipped deeper inside his arse. He gave Christian a few moments then leant over placing his arm around his neck pushing his cock deeper. Slowly at first his hips rocked back then forward, Christian moaned then grabbed hold of Connor's arse pulling him deeper inside. He responded thrusting forward even harder and quicker testing how much Christian would be able to absorb before tapping out. Connor kissed his ear and ran his tongue along his cheek then finally kissing him again, all the time his hips rocking fast as he fucked Christian for the first time. He felt the signs approaching then shutting his eyes tight for a brief moment he thrusted forward with all his might and pushing Christian painfully up against the desk. The force of his ejaculation causing him to bite down on Christian's shoulder as he felt the release of the cum from his balls moving at lightspeed through his shaft and into Christian. The chain reaction left Christian pushing his arse back in a greedy attempt to feel all of his top man's orgasm. He knew this was a dangerous game but he had no cause to question Connor's status there and then, his body wanted, needed to be bred by him. There was a bizarre angel like quality about Connor that clouded how ruthless and amazing he was at performing the top in sex. His body collapsed on top and Christian moaned, his hips now pushing gently working the last drops of his seed out. Connor lifted his head up and looked at Christian "You okay down there?" he asked. Christian nodded "Hell yes" he replied then smiled looking very content. "You are funny" Connor replied standing up slowly extracting his cock then pulling his jeans up. Christian stood and pulled his sweats up "Can we do this again sometime?" he asked blushing. Connor nodded "Sure, I would love to" he confirmed, "Not so nerdy after all" he added. "We are all nerdy studying history" Christian said wagging a finger at him. Connor laughed and roughly pulled him forward planting a kiss hard that had Christian slightly reeling when he was released. Connor quietly closed the door watching Christian returning to browsing the bookshelf. Acting cool and natural Connor walked in to the same row and they smiled at each other going through several books on medieval historic events that might shed some ideas. "Might be easier to use the archive files" Christian said, "You know search keywords". Connor nodded "Suppose so, there might be more references on the subject" he agreed. Christian read through a page of a book "Medusa" he said, "Might base mine on Medusa". "Really?" Connor asked looking at him. Christian grabbed another book on Greek history "Have you not decided yet?" he asked. "No" Connor replied looking at a book on the legend of Dracula, "This one intrigues me" he said. Christian took the book and read the first part "Vampires. Typical" he said. "Well thanks!" Connor said smirking, "And Medusa isn't?" he asked. "Yes but Dracula is so done, there are other vampire myths you could try" Christian suggested. He retrieved a book from the shelf that had a wolf with large fangs on the cover titled Transylvania Myths of Night and passed it to Connor. He laughed rolling his eyes and opened the book looking at the chapters and noticed one near the end called Romaleva. He couldn't remember ever hearing of this name and he turned to page to be stumped by the first sentence 'The ancient region of Romaleva and Travenni played host to a tale of vampires long assumed to be related to Dracula, this was not the case but details are vague'. Connor couldn't quite believe he had found mentioned the village of Travenni again. "I have a hand written paragraph about this village" Connor said showing Christian. Christian read it "Vampire myth, could be worth a go" he said going back to his book. Connor put the book back "I need to go, dinner with my flatmate" he said picking up his bag. "Sure, see you tomorrow" Christian said retrieving another book on Medusa. The following day Connor returned to the library and began using the archive searching for vampires, as expected Dracula appeared time and time again, in fact in almost every reference he was mentioned. Then one reference in particular caught his attention that mentioned more than one dynasty and referenced a book called called Historical Lands & Persecutions. He ran up the stairs to the same historical section and began searching through until his finger ran over the book he was looking for. Night of heavy reading he said to himself taking the book downstairs. He began to turn the pages of the book reading sporadic parts for anything that caught his eye. Christian arrived in the library and sat down opposite him getting his books out and looking at Connor until he looked up. "Hey" Connor said smiling at him. Christian sat down "So you noticed me then" he said smiling, "Hi. What are you reading?". Connor showed him the book "Dracula?" Christian asked looking quietly amused. "What's so amusing?" Connor asked looking up at him with a grin. Christian opened his books "You and four others doing Dracula" he replied. "Well I am not doing Dracula, I am trying to find this other myth" Connor said winking at him. "Stop flirting with me" Christian said opening his notepad and writing. Connor put his head down and went back to flipping pages until he got to page 320 where there was a brief mention of that small region called Romaleva dating back to 1865. It then went on to reveal that Romaleva ceased to exist in 1870 and became integrated in to Transylvania after the population was wiped out by a plague, the region was host to numerous persecutions around the same time that the many stories around Dracula surfaced yet never substantiated, the records referring to a plague were also not substantiated since the principal village was burnt to the ground. That was it, just a paragraph but it was enough to spike Connor's interest that would make ideal subject matter for their assignment. The next few hours he searched the internet and archive reference. It was like Romaleva had been wiped out of history or deemed unimportant to write about. "Are you going to keep huffing like that?" Christian asked sitting back in chair watching him. Connor looked up "Sorry, I seem to hit a dead end about this region of Romania" he said. "Do deeper research then" Christian suggested, "We have two months to do it". Connor chuckled "You after time away with me?" he asked turning the page of his book. "Certainly not" Christian replied looking shocked, "Quite full of yourself aren't you". Connor smirked keeping his head down "You didn't complain being full of me" he replied. "Is that so" Christian said scribbling away in his pad. "Yes!" Connor replied smugly then noticing a reference to a village called Travenni. Christian looked up at his sudden silence "You look like you have seen a ghost" he said. "Plague!" Connor suddenly called out and looking at Christian. "What are you going on about?" Christian asked quite confused over his rambling. Connor recited from memory "The village of Travenni was burnt to the ground". Christian appeared confused "What about it?" he asked, "Is it linked to Romaleva?". "Yes" Connor exclaimed looking at him, "Travenni was the main village of Romaleva" he replied. Christian nodded "And the other book refers to it as a plague" he said getting it. Connor nodded "The writing I have was written in 1870 when Romaleva ceased to exist". "Wow" Christian said suitably impressed, "I wish I was doing that one with you". Connor closed all the books "I want to do you know what with you" he said glaring at him. Christian laughed "Does history get you all horny then?" he asked closing his books. "What about it?" Connor asked looking at him, "Not sex, doing the assignment with me?". Christian started packing his books away "First we go see Prof and ask what he knows" he said. Connor laughed "Is that a yes then?" he asked looking all serious at him. "Okay, since I have nothing better to write about" Christian replied. They rushed towards the professors office and put the case to him about them working together on the assignment. Professor Lindton listened intently at the detail of what they had, even he admitted it wasn't much to go on. But what they had matched up in the last 24 hours was impressing the professor, when they finished speaking he sat back looking between them both. "Why this subject?" Lindton asked, "You have very little to go on, just a region". "Isn't that just it?" Connor replied, "Finding if the subject matter was fact of fiction". "Connor found the link between the persecutions and the village of Travenni" Christian said. Lindton nodded "Travenni was burnt to the ground, how will you find it?" he asked them both. Connor looked at Christian knowing they had no answer "We need to research it more" Connor said. Lindton retrieved a very old book "It is the first time anyone has done this subject" he said. Connor looked surprised "I mean we could do Dracula but half the class is doing it". Lindton held up a finger to stop Connor "Romaleva was a region in the north" he said. They sat forward "Vadimov estate was or is home to the Kovalek family" Lindton added. Lindton looked up at them "I would start with the village of Vladeni" he suggested. "Can we do this then together?" Christian asked looking hopeful. "Yes" Lindton replied, "Go to Vladeni and start there. The faculty will pay for the trip". "Really?" Connor enquired looking shocked at the professor's offer. Lindton smiled "If I didn't offer it to you your father would be on my case" he replied smiling. "Thank you" they both said to the professor. "Don't leave any stone unturned" Lindton advised them, "Investigate and get results". Christian smiled "Where do we start" he said more to himself reading through Connor's notes. "The church, all Romanian churches have historical archives hidden away" Lipton replied. "They do?" Connor now asked sounding surprised, "I would have gone to public records". Lindton chuckled "You are forgetting your basic vampire myths and tales" he reminded them. "Of course, they cannot step on sacred ground" Christian said. Walking out of the faculty building their heads buzzing with ideas running them past each other. The next few days were spent in lectures and in any spare time they would start planning and writing the assignment like a journal as a first draft.

For me, everything depends on the set-up. In the fuckjoints, there's only Hole needing Cock, and Cock needing Hole - there's no need for much communication about this or that. I think of it as the lowest common denominator. The base-line from which we all either progress or remain static. There are all kinds of variety in male/male sex, and that's great. I learned very early on to respect and try my best to live up to the Leather Ethic*, and life as a Leatherman (in gear or out of it) has proven - for me - to be a most positive, uplifting and honorable way to structure my life. These days, that has faded - at least as I learned years ago - but the foundations remain. Even in the backrooms, that foundation of behaving in a certain way remains to this day. Thus, I can use my Cock in the most brutal way, assuming that kind of fuck has been previously negotiated, or I can make sweet, tender, beautiful love with it, or a little of this, a little of that. The point is, we're not just one dimensional. We're human beings, reflecting all kinds of emotions, mental processes, behaviors, Lusts, and that's completely appropriate. What isn't appropriate, is a Top/Dom forcing a guy to do X act without any previous negotiation. Neither is it appropriate for a bottom to expect X without communicating that act to the Top in a respectful and honest way. From the lowest common denominator to the most elevated Mating, without the respect for the other guy, we give up the opportunity for something special, and merely rut in each other - which is pervectly fine in and of itself. In the fuckjoints, when guys are lined up, Holes in the air inviting loads, it's clear what is anticipated, which is completely and enticingly appropriate. For anything more specialized, communication is required. We can't simply assume that whatever we want is going to be what the other guy wants. *which, in a nutshell, is: Always respect the other guy. Never be dishonest with the other guy. Conduct ourselves with integrity, and never harm the other guy without a very clear definition of what that "harm" entails. There's a lot more to it, but that's the foundational position.

Day3 After I said goodbye and let the German guy leave by the shuttle, I headed to the nude beach. I planned to explore the dunes, which places is the famous cruising area and I was curious what I found there because I heard it a lot about it. At first time it was a bit difficult to find the place but soon I saw an extremely sexy, toned bearded 20-30 something guy. We looked at each other. He grabbed his crotch (wore shorts and t-shirt), I showed him my boner. We went behind a busy. Started to kissing, while was undressing him. He was soon on his fourth and sucked deeply my cock. After a while we changed and when I stood up, immediately also turned back showing my ass. He shoved his cock in me and started to fuck. A big bearish guy was watching us. I nodded him and he stepped closer. I started to suck him. OMG how I love being spit roasted. A guy fucked me even harder until he unloaded his cum in me. He politely thanked me and dressed and left. I continued to suck the guy but he interrupted me and left. I went further, but nothing interesting happened until a gorgeous black guy wit a real athletic shape appeared. And he had a stereotypical cock. Everybody just watched him from a distance shyly. I’m not that shy guy. Although I was afraid I was not his type but what could happen? In the worse case he would refuse me. I stepped to him, touched his cock and he just smiled at me. I went on my knees and licked the head. He sighted. Then I let it deep into my mouth, more precisely into my throat because it was so long that my mouth wasn’t big enough. I chocked, my saliva was floating everywhere. When I took a break I realised that at least 20 people were around us and jerking. It lasted almost 20 minutes when the black guy left, visible embarrassed by the audience. Then I went back to the beach, enjoy the sun and went home. It was Tuesday, so I had to attend Noxon’s Wet&Piss party. I have never participated ws party previously I played this only 1-1. It was amazing. When the party ended, all rooms floor were totally covered by piss including around the bar counter. I don’t really remember how many guys fucked me (my friend unloaded me his poz load) and how many guys I fucked. Sometimes we stood the place directly for this and pissed each other but later if you saw guys fucking or sucking you let your piss them. I gave and got a lot piss. No word can describe how exciting it was. To be continued…

Day 2 As I arrived, I was obviously a fresh meat, so just got one message after the other. I chatted especially a lot with a German guy. We agreed that we went to the nude beach together. He knew the place, so he showed me. However, as I woke up, a guy fron the next apartment house texted me asking a breeding. I walke to there, he was waiting on the bed on his fourth ass up. I licked it thoroughly and fucked him hard until bred him. After that I headed to the German guy’s apartment for going to the beach together. We spent a lovely day on the beach without anything to happen. I was a bit disappointed, because his naked hairy body, nick cock and his metal cockring made me continuously horny. When we were walking back to our separate apartments, agreed that we took a shower and I visited him right after that. We continued our chat we started on the beach but it was more intimate and we were kissing soon and became naked. He pushed me down and made me his cock sucking. After a while he directed me to his bed, pushed down gave me his all day tension. He fucked me hard, until he bred me. After this we decided to have a break and went out to the terrace naked. We continued chatting and both of us became horny again. He fucked me hard again on his bed and unloaded his second dose. Then we went to have a dinner in a restaurant. Although I supposed that he wanted to say goodbye (because he traveled next day) but after eating we back to his apartment. Chatting, kissing, touching and we found ourselves on the bed again. Breeding number 3. To be continued…

(we can blame them for everything !!!)

You speak the truth. The trouble is the 1 out of 10 might be a marvellous shag. And that’s allure that keeps us going…

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It was the evening of December 21st and very snowy. I was 24 and horny. I thought I'd celebrate the Winter Solstice with some Pagan fucking. I found a hot profile of a safe sex 50ish daddy type that was horny too. We chatted for a brief time about the details of our soon to be sexual encounter. Before long, I was on the train north. I would be there in 20 minutes. I got off at Granville and walked the few blocks to his building on Glenlake. It was next to the EL tracks. I buzzed the door and was let up. I was greeted at the apartment door by my safe sex daddy. He looked exactly like his profile pics. He waved me into the apartment. The only illumination was the red glow from the tree across the room. It was a warm incandescent glow and not the cold light of LEDs. We moved to the kitchen counter where there was a joint and two whisky shots. He picked up the joint lit it. He took a big drag. He held it as he closed the distance between us. He moved towards my mouth for a shotgun. I quickly exhaled in preparation. He put his lips lightly against mine and proceeded to exhale. I held his smoke and held it for as long as i could as he began to kiss me. It was nice. He backed away and handed me the whisky shot. I was reluctant but I acquiesced. It burned going down as whisky often does. He wasn't much of a talker. We went back to shotgunning back and forth until the last of the joint was just a tiny roach. It was excellent pot. I was fucking stoned out of my mind. We started to undress right there in the living room. I stripped down to my jock. He motioned to the floor in front of a big floor to ceiling window that looked out to the red line trains moving north and south. Seems like he might enjoy an audience. It sounded hot to me, I love having an audience I was really getting hit hard by the pot and whiskey. So much so that I was a little dizzy. That was out the ordinary for me for smoking and one drink. I had a brief thought that there might have been more in the whiskey than I realized when he pushed me down on my shoulders. The thought was gone once his dick was in my face. It was a handsome dick. It smelled musky good. He probably took a shower that morning but nothing since. Such a great smell. I took his semi into my mouth, and he grew to a fairly thick seven and a half inches or so. As I was sucking, his finger closed my nostril and poppers appeared at my nose. I automatically inhaled deeply one side and repeated that action on the other. I was now flying. I took his cock to the root. Poppers make me want to have a dick all the way down my throat. So I made that happen. I massaged his dick with my throat muscles to my best ability. Any time I needed air, I forced his dick deeper. It tasted so good. Finally, I had to breathe. I released his dick and tasted oxygen again. He squatted and pushed me onto my butt. The poppers reappeared. One side and then the other. I reclined to my elbows while riding the hit. His unlubed fingers were up inside my butthole. He was a bit forceful, but it paired nicely with the poppers and the high. I was really beginning to have trouble knowing where I was and what happening at this point. He was now talking about how good I must be feeling, and I was. I just felt like one sexual nerve ending that was on fire. More poppers and my legs were lifted to his shoulders. I felt his cock at my hole and then he pushed forward with no warning. It was fast and steady to the hilt. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. Between the pot, the popper hits, the oxygen deprivation from the long deep throating and whatever else was probably in my shot I was losing momentary grip on my reality and faculties. What I did know, was that it hurt so good. He held his dick at the deepest in before he began to saw in and out. Then he began talking. "Your hole feels so good. So warm and tight." He kept long dicking me. "Your hole is sliding along the skin of my bare cock. I'd bet you like that don't you. That's what you really want." Somewhere in the recesses of my mind there was the words 'condom' and 'safe sex', but he was right. It felt fantastic. I tried to talk back but I couldn't form any coherent words. He chuckled and kept fucking. The poppers hit my nose. I finally thought I saw him use the poppers for himself. He asked "Where do you I want it?" I still couldn't form words to speak. He was supposed to cum inside a condom, not me. I couldn't get words out. He then said "I am going to breed you." His pace increase furiously and he shot his load deep inside me. He eventually pulled out. I looked at him. His cock was cummy. I wanted to be pissed, but I couldn't will the anger forth because of my state. He looked up to my right and I was able to follow his gaze. I then registered that there was another man standing right next to us. I had no idea how long he had been there. I thought we were alone. There had been no mention of a third person. He was very thin and haggard looking, but with what seemed to be a very large dick. Before I could take in any more of him, the poppers were back at my nose. That's what I needed at that moment. Daddy crawled up and over my body, and proceeded to push his cummy cock into my mouth. My legs were lifted up at the same time. Swiftly, the very large cock of the new haggard man entered me. I screamed but daddy's dick was as far down my throat and I only made a muted humming noise. I was being reamed a both ends. I was seeing stars. I was close to passing out, maybe I already had a time or two. Daddy finally pulled out. I tasted throat mucus, cum and pennies. I was now staring into the eyes of the new haggard man. He was plowing me roughly. I could feel how big his dick was. I was loving it. The feeling was bliss. He talked but I was in no way able to comprehend has words. They were jumbled up with the poppers, seeing stars and the ecstasy coming from my ass. I had no idea how long this was going on. It seemed like forever though. Haggard man was increasing his fuck speed and his mouth was moving. I think he was talking to me, but I didn't understand. There was more poppers for me and for haggard too. Within seconds, his face began to contort as he slammed deep into me. Again and again and again. Rope after rope after rope of his cum shot as deep as anything has ever shot inside me. The moment was magnificent sexual explosion. He fell down on me seemingly satisfied. He lay on my chest all hot and dripping sweat. He moved his mouth to mine and raped my mouth with his own. He finally stopped and lifted himself up. My eyes followed his gaunt sweaty red face and then he crawled up over my body just like daddy had done. I got another poppering just before haggard's dick entered my mouth. He reached further down than daddy could. As he was, I was rapidly running out of air. Even with my eyes open, I was seeing stars again. I was also seeing a large biohazard symbol right in front of my eyes. I didn't think about it. It was just there. Haggard pulls out slowly. The taste of throat mucus, cum and pennies return. He leans down to my face and says "You're Welcome." I don't remember dressing. I do vaguely remember going down stairs, cold and snow, the roar of trains overhead and a door slamming behind me. I do not know how I got home, but I did. The next morning I awoke on my couch in all my clothes. My butthole was sore but felt good. I stood and pulled down my pants and jock. It was a pink cummy mess.

My apologies if this has been posted before, but I find it incredibly hot. The top is nicely verbal and aggressive and the bottom (Matthew Singer, I think) looks slutty and SO wired. If anyone has a link to longer version, please share. [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/fisting-and-abusing-an-amateur-twink-porn-star-slut-with-hot-14384879?_gl=1*3zsm2l*_ga*MTE1MTk5Nzc2LjE2NzA4NjU2NTI.

Chapter 27: Dads no Angel We headed to the Dungeon and the first thing I noticed was that dad had added a second St. Andrews cross next to the one already there. He immediately led my partner and i to them, and secured our arms and legs to them. Once we were secured, he told me that not only was he disappointed in me for not telling him we were partnered, but by my partner for trying to take me away from him. My partner said he wasn't trying to take me away, and if he was we wouldn't be there now. My dad agreed and said by the end of the weekend, my partner would be a part of the family, however we both needed punishment for our actions. My dad and brother retrieved two long leather floggers and began beating our asses and backs quite hard. My partner got the worst of it from my dad. I could see welts on his back, and even some blood from where the flogging broke some skin. After dad felt we were punished enough, he said it was time to be rewarded. He called me a dirty whore just like his son. He cotinued by saying that he recently pozzed my brother, and that they were now going to poz not only me, but my partner. I so wanted to tell him too late, but I realized the sex would be amazing, so I kept quiet. I asked my father why, as he always insisted that participants at his parties were always tested, and negative. He explained that he had been poz undetectable for some time, but after discussing it with my brother, they made the mutual decision for him to stop his meds. He explained that he had no intention for him or my brother to become full blown and that once my brother converted a few, he would go on meds and the same would happen for me. I played along with my dad begging him not to poz me, as it would ruin the relationship with my partner. He just laughed and said I had already ruined the relationship between the two of us. My brother lined up behind me, and dad behind my brother. Both of them slipped a cruel condom on their cocks and said it was going to be a rough and painful breeding. At this point I really hated my brother. Once again his dark calculating side came through when he asked about him needing to become poz. His partner then chimed in saying that I was a fool to believe his story. He said that not only did dad infect my brother, but him also. That way the virus would remain in the family. My brother just laughed and told me i was so naive and gullible, and by the end of the weekend I would be poz too. He added that there was no need to fight it, and if I did, it would be the end of our family. I proclaimed its not what I want, and my partner echoed that. He just laughed and said it doesn't look like either of you are in a position to decide! My brothers partner then took out a toilet brush to prep our holes. Ive heard of that but never experienced it. Once he finished, my brother started teasing my now bloody ass by rubbing his cock against my twitching hole. He pushed his body against mine, turning my head and looking me in the eyes. He told me that after this weekend we would truly be brothers and once again a family. He continued by saying that I would be his first but not last conversion. Although I was already poz, the thought of my brother saying he wanted to poz me excited me. I tried to kiss him, and he spit in my face, saying this was not about love but pure poz conversion. He moved away, spit on my hole and shoved his cock all the way in me. There was no pause before he started thrusting in and out of me. Occasionally taking his cock completely out of my ass and ramming it in. My partner seemed to be getting the worst of it. He'd never been fucked with a cruel condom before, and although he did bottom occasionally was more of a top. My dad fucked him just as hard as my brother was fucking me. Amazing they both shot their loads at the same time, both saying " Now your mine!" They freed us from the cross and positioned themselves on the large fuck table and said it was our turn to shoot our last negative loads up their ass. My partner and I alternated between their asses as they laid side by side kissing each other. Of course I ended up seeding my brother first. I pulled my cock out of his ass, and ate it. He turned over and opened his mouth. As he didn't want to kiss before, I started to just let my cum drip into his mouth, but he pulled me close for a deep kiss. After my partner seeded my dad and felched his load from his ass, my partner high fived me and said, "here's to positive results!" We were all exhausted and got on the table and simply had some afterplay. Dad then suggested we hit the pool.

Sorry for the delay! I looked up at the guy from where I sat at the edge of bed, my eyes travelled up past his slightly sagging belly, over his tattoo and into his face. He gave me wicked looking grin as I met his eyes. "Why don't you let me show you something. Why don't you turn round and kneel on that bed, I'll make you feel something you've never felt." "Uhm, if we have sex...we should use condoms, have you got any?" I said. "Sure I could get one, but that isn't what I had in mind. I hesitantly turned around and knelt on all fours. I was torn, this seemed off, but at the same time I was so fucking turned on by this guy who was older than my father. "That's it" he said. I felt his hand, it felt warm but slightly rough as it traced up my inner thigh. I shivered as his hand grazed my tight balls and firmly grasped my cock. I couldn't help but gasp as he slowly began to pump his fist up and down. I'd never had a guy do anything like this to me before! "Now, lets see boy, you ever had that tight ass played with before?" "Uh..uh...no..." I felt a cold slimey feeling on my puckered asshole, then flinched slightly as I felt one of his callused fingertips press gently against it. But his slowly pumping fist on my cock kept me in place. After 5 minutes I was head down, ass up on the rubber mattress, moaning like I don't think I ever had. "Well, I think he likes it", I'd almost half-forgotten the guy behind me, I'd been so focussed on the waves of pleasure coming from my asshole. "Well boy, was that a first?", I nodded with my head still pressed into the mattress. "Well, how about a little bondage? You ever tried being tied up? Most bottom's like you love it." Was that what I was? I'd heard of bottoms before, had never thought of it as a label for me, but despite this thought, all I could do was nod my head, hoping to increase the pleasure coming from the finger in my ass and the hand round my cock. "You'll love it." I could almost hear the grin "Just put your hands up there, no, bit further." I reached my hands up, when he grabbed my wrists and wrapped them in what felt like leather, tight. I moaned as I felt the finger leave my ass, unconsciously thrusting my hips backwards. In it's place, I saw a small brown bottle put in front of me under my nose. "Take a deep sniff, you might need it." I was a bit confused, but was so turned on I did it without thinking. I took a deep breath and held it, as I exhaled I felt my head start to spin. Just as I peaked, I again felt the finger slide into my asshole and moaned as the pleasure was so much more. He grabbed my hips with one hand to steady me and I rocked back slightly further onto his finger. I then felt his other hand spank my ass hard, the sudden sting shocking me but also blending with the pleasure from my...wait.... "Is...fuck, is that your finger in me?" I stammered. "Nope." He said. Holy shit, was this saggy older guy fucking me? "I..what..do you...fuck..have a condom on?" The whole time I spoke I could feel his cock slide even further into my asshole. This was going way too fast for me to keep up, but at the same time the feeling of fullness as I felt his wiry pubes graze my ass was like nothing I'd ever felt. I was again shocked by a sudden flash of pain from my backside as he simultaneously withdrew and then stabbed his cock deep into my ass in one go and spanked my ass hard, much harder than last time. "You don't ask questions, boy."

Condoms are offensive and unacceptable. If his raw rectum is unavailable, then I'll use his throat.

Alpha top looking to be master to a faggot. You will need to be willing to offer your faggot pussy to any guy I send over while I'm working for them to use and dump their loads in . Nothing I love more than coming home to my faggot face down ass up proudly presenting their used cum dripping boypussy. Major turn on. I rather fuck already cumfilled gaping faggot pussy than a not used faggot pussy.

Part 2 - Speed Breeding: Garrett’s troll dick was angled to the right, stretching my ass for what he called part of my ‘training’ for the Speed Breeding that was going to happen Friday night at the big sex party. He had already filled me with two loads, and called in a BBC buddy of his to give me a third, so my ass was good and wet. I had only recently tested POZ and while safe sex was the norm those days, it was awesome just fucking without having to talk about all that. Garrett never mentioned his status or asked mine, and I didn’t either. He wanted some ass, I needed some dick, and so we were good. “Lift that right leg back now - that’s it - feel that bit of resistance? That’s your second hole ring. You got a deep ass boy and it took me a minute to find the right spot. There will be some guys there Friday night who are bigger than me and will fuck you with no mercy as hard, deep, and fast as they can. You think you can take that? Once the Speed Breeding starts I can’t have you bowing out or complaining. You trust me? Willing to do what I need to make sure you are trained and ready?” I nodded yes; then looked in Garrett’s eyes as he picked up speed and SLAM! tore through that fleshy barrier. I screamed then immediately started to apologize as it felt like my hole was bleeding a bit. Garrett just kept fucking and smiled, “It’s OK, it’s OK. Feeling better now? See no matter how much your ass may hurt in that second, soon your it starts getting all warm, the hormones flow, and whatever little sting you felt becomes just fucking bliss. Ready for it again?” After Garrett had pumped another load in me, he lit a cigarette, laid back on the messed up bed beside me, and we started to talk. The conversation wasn’t about sex or anything major really, just life, stories of guys he knew, things he had experienced, asses he had fucked, his outlook on life in DC. His townhouse was modest and located at the edge of the ‘gay hood’ and next to a sketchy part of town. Nothing about his life screamed money or flashiness - just a normal guy. Garrett was in his early 40s and I was about 12 years younger. He said he liked the ‘old troll’ label as it was freeing. He had learned long ago not to give a fuck about what anybody thought or said and there was something wild and wicked about all those pretty boy queens bending over to let him fuck them like he wanted. “You’re different though,” Garrett observed as he tapped out his cigarette and handed me the bottle of coke – high grade cocaine. “Quiet and fresh sure, but you don’t seem like that crowd suits you.” I snorted, wiped my nose, shrugged, and admitted, “Yeah. I guess I lived that way far too long - caring what everyone else thought - and have started to realize I was missing out on a lot. You know I had never done anything like what we did at the bar before. I fucking loved it though!” Garrett laughed, took the bottle, snorted, “Yeah that was obvious too. Let me think on what else we can do today to help you along with seeing what you been missing.” Garrett had gone out, but had left me with a few bottles of cocaine and told me to get good and high. He also said I should make myself at home and he would be back shortly and that I was welcome to spend the evening. Then he had added cryptically, “You will really enjoy it if you do.” I couldn’t believe how trusting he was and so just sat in the living room, flipping through a stack of magazines he had on his coffee table. I heard the back door open, Garrett’s voice, and the voices of at least two others. “Pour us a drink will you,” Garrett said to his new guests as he started to walk my way, “Add an extra one for my new friend.” I stood up. Garrett set a few more bottles of coke on the coffee table, “Snort up. Tonight’s my usual card night with a couple buddies. I know you like black dick and they are a couple of white ass killers and tag team destroyers who each have humongous dicks and can fuck round after round. Is that ass still hungry? Fuck your hole is dripping wet and Jesus - look what you did to my dick. But I’ll wait. I need you to take my buddies first. Couple things to know. They are rough, rowdy, rude, and will hold you down and rape fuck you hard. You ever been truly rape fucked? They’re straight - mostly - but a pussy is a pussy and when we drink and get high they get horny as shit, so on occasion I line up a little side action for them. They are not pretty boys - these are real men who take what they want and need when they want and need it. Unlike that young guy I had come fuck you earlier, these two are the real deal. Finally, they are both homeless and for Speed Breeding you have to be willing to take ANY dick. You trust me? Will you do this? I can assure you that you will fucking love it!” And then it began: “TAKE THAT DICK… “YEAH YOU TRAINING THIS ONE RIGHT MAN - TRAINING HIM RIGHT... “THAT SECOND HOLE BROKE ALREADY - DAMN! TIME TO DIG OUT THAT THIRD… “HOW’S THAT CRUSTY DICK FEELING IN THAT PUSSY? PULL THEM CHEEKS APART, LET MY MAN HERE GET A GOOD LOOK AT MY DICK STRETCHING THAT CUNT OUT…” “MAN YOU AIN’T TAUGHT HIM HOW TO DEEPTHROAT YET? FUCK NAW MAN - STRAIGHT ON TO THE ADVANCE COURSE OF GAG-THE-FAG…” “TIME FOR SOME A.T.M. - ASS TO MOUTH - HOW’S THAT DICK TASTE?…” “YEAH HOW’S THAT HORSE DICK FEEL? YOU MY FILLY NOW - FILL YOU UP WITH SOME BABIES, LET YOU SHIT THAT NUTT OUT - FILL YOU AGAIN…” “YOU LIKE HOW THIS NICCA DICK CURVES UP AND HIT’S THAT CLIT? OH YOU WANT IT HARDER? FUCK YEAH!...” “YO GARRETT, WE CRASHING HERE TONIGHT BRO - THINK WE NEED TO KEEP THIS CUNT COKED UP AND KNOCKED UP...” “NO WE AIN’T GENTLE. BITCHES IN HEAT NEED TO GET KNOCKED UP ROUGH BY THE PREDATOR DICK…” “WE SHOULD TAKE YOU DOWN TO THE BOOKSTORES AND LET ALL THE NICCAS GANG RAPE THAT ASS. YOU LETTIN US PIMP YOU OUT? FUCK YEAH!...” “I AIN’T TIED A BITCH UP IN A LONG MINUTE. YO GARRETT? YOU STILL GOT YOUR BAG OF TRICKY SHIT?...” Garrett and his friends never did get to their card game as they said breeding me was all the spades they needed. Of course my friends were suspicious when I called to let them know I was crashing someplace else that night and were not happy when I just told them I was staying with a friend and that it was no one they knew. They believed I didn’t know anyone else in DC - how could I? I had just gotten here Saturday. Well the stress I felt after the call was immediately relieved as one BBC slammed back up my ass, another slammed down my throat, and Garrett stood to the side so I could stroke his troll dick. As the three men spent the night training me to be a sub slut for dirty, raw, dick, and exploring my body, I took in every lesson they taught me on how to take dick, suck dick, and please a true top who just wanted to fuck. None of this lovey dovey gay shit. This was just balls-to-the-wall hardcore sex with no strings. The more they fucked me, the more they talked about what crazy shit they wanted me to do and the more they laughed when without hesitation I said, “I’M IN. WHEN CAN WE DO IT?” Tuesday morning arrived with a tangle of man flesh and an insistent hard dick pushing through the caked cum in my hole to open me back up. The fuck fest had moved from the main floor of Garrett’s townhouse downstairs to a basement apartment, which he said he had rented out when he first bought the place, but now used it for the occasional guest, party, or storage needs. As soon as the morning load was dropped in my hole I scampered to the bathroom and let out a stream of rank piss then some cum farts and a tire’s worth of air. I came out as the two BBC were stretching and looking for a smoke or coke and their sweaty bodies, man funk, masculine ‘fuck-it-if-it-moves’ approach made my dick stiff and my ass hungry for more. That’s how Garrett found us when he came down the stairs carrying a tray of cups and a pot of warm coffee. While the two homeless guys helped themselves, Garrett slid into my raw ass and asked, “Which one of you two has already been digging around up in here this morning? Jesus - it’s my house. You could have at least offered me dibs.” They all laughed. As much as I wanted to just hang out and fuck, I was supposed to help my friend with some stuff at his place. Garrett walked me upstairs, helped me find my clothes, then handed me a small pill, “Here. Take this and drink plenty of water and juice and stuff today. It’ll ease the come down.” I wanted to thank him and to ask when I could see him again, but he was way ahead of me. “I’m planning to cook something up on the grill for dinner tonight. Maybe if you are not doing anything, you are welcome to come back by. Who knows, maybe your other new friends downstairs will be here, or maybe somebody else if you want that too.” I smiled, reached out and stroked his monster troll dick and replied, “I enjoy just hanging with you and talking and, well of course letting you fuck me. But am cool with whatever. Yeah I had a great time with them too so like I said, anything you want. I want to make sure I am ready for the Speed Breeding on Friday.” Garrett nodded, smiled, gave my ass a slap, and let me out the front door. I didn’t realize what assholes my ‘friends’ were until I got back to their house and received a lecture that included the word ‘ungrateful’ just because I was trying to have a life that did not include them after my own had gone to total hell. I bit my tongue, did the cleaning and other shit I had said I would do, and then showered, changed, and left before I said something I would regret. On the walk back to Garrett’s I was mumbling to myself, pissed at my ‘friends’, pissed at the world. “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” someone pleaded. The voice brought me out of my stupor and I stopped. There sitting on the curb of the sidewalk was a guy, tall and lanky and sort of hunched over. He was dressed in layers that were far too warm for the time of year and had a dusty, dark colored backpack beside him bulging with stuff. “Any change?” he asked again. My ass quivered. I flashed back to the night before to the two homeless BBC that had fucked me and I needed more. This guy was sexy, masculine, and looked like a good, hard fuck, but what do I say? I just shrugged and said, “Sorry man, but maybe later when I come back by if you’re around.” The guy gave me a ‘yeah I’ve heard that before’ look, but smiled and said, “Any change at all. I appreciate it,” and hunched back over. “What’s wrong?” Garrett asked when he answered the door. I just shook my head while he dried his hands on a dishtowel. I just met the guy. Last thing he needed was to hear my problems. Garrett smiled, “Come on into the kitchen. You can help me cut up stuff and prep. You cook much? Oh and there’s some coke on the counter there if you want some. That’ll make you feel better.” He was right. The cocaine and the pleasant company made me feel better in nothing flat. A little more coke, some more, and my ass was raring to go. While Garrett did say he could not fuck me until he got the ribs and stuff cooking, he did let me kneel on the floor and suckle on his big troll dick while he finished the prep. As I did, I imagined I was sucking the guy I saw on the street so I paused and asked, “How do you pick up guys off the street or in a park?” Garrett stepped back, “Damn! You had me right on the fucking edge. Was going to blast your throat. Turn the fuck around so I can spit fuck that ass.” I grunted as Garrett worked his dry, raw dick into my hole and fumbled with the bottle to snort more coke as he did. The burn in my nose, the drip in my throat, was matched by the burn and drip happening on my backside as Garrett started to fuck me hard and school me in the ways of picking up street trade. “Street dick is all about the nutt and the hustle. No street dude is looking for a love connection. Like my friends last night. It’s all about fucking rough, quick, raw, and making a little something for the hustle if they can. These guys rarely know where the next meal is coming from, where they will crash that night, if the cops are going to hassle them, or if anyone is going to show a little kindness and mercy and help them out. Yeah, cash is necessary, but so to is a warm smile, a human touch. Most of these guys aren’t out there by choice really. Sure, some are fucked up on drugs and shit, but they would choose having a home and family and being high rather than not having a home. You understand? Some guys you can just come right out and ask because they will be upfront about it. Usually they are the gay ones. The ones who might have been street sex workers when they were younger but now that they’re older, that shit’s harder to do cause everyone wants young trade. The straight ones, most will fuck ass just as quick as pussy. They got needs and wants too so if there is a chance to blow some cum in a warm hole, they’ll take it. Just start a conversation and ask what they’re up to or what’s going on. But, you need to offer them a little something. A few bucks, a couple of smokes, a sandwich, whatever. Then they’ll push you against a wall like this or bend you over in the alley - UGH - stick their dick in you like this - UGH - then fucking breed that ass deep like this! UGH UGH!!” With his dick still pumping spurts of hot man juice in my ass I asked, “OK, makes sense, but what if they get pissed or want to fight or something?” Garrett pumped his hips a few more times and told me, “Push your ass back and bend forward - fuck yeah like that - scraping that upper gut wall good. Fuck boy that is good ass.” Garrett pulled out of my ass, I quickly knelt down and licked him clean, then looked up, “I saw this guy a few blocks over on my way here. I really wanted to see if he wanted to fuck. But….” Garrett asked where, I told him, “Yeah he’s got a big old dick and he hustles. I know him from back in the day. Have not done anything with him in ages, but he’s got a little spot around the corner from where he asks for change that he takes men and women. So my buddies last night turned you onto the freak shit huh? Can’t be taught man, you are or you aren’t and you definitely ARE. That’s what I was talking about living. If you want to fuck - fuck. What’s the worst that can happen really? The guy says no. Just be smart about it. Have a plan in mind if you need to run and also never ask a street dude if he wants to fuck when other folks are around. Even the old street trade guys keep their shit on the DL - you know Down Low.” The ribs were on the grill for a slow smoke that Garrett said would take a few hours. “I need to go to the Fire Place bar down on P Street to work out some final plans for Friday’s party with one of the guys who’s in charge of setting shit up. Want to come along?” I declined. My friends had mentioned that place for cheap happy hours so I knew they might be there and I really didn’t want to see them. Garret nodded in understanding, handed me a $10, a bottle of coke, and a few paper towels. “Here, go back up to the corner. He’ll still be there and when I get back, I expect to find your ass full of his cum. Just show him the bill and ask him if he’s got a few minutes. He’ll know what you mean. I’ll leave the back door unlocked so just come in that way when you get back and oh, I may bring some folks back with me too. There’s a couple of fresh, young guys there who just started working the streets. I know their pimp and he owes me and may bring him along too. I think he would like you.” OK, all that just fucking blew my mind I had to laugh wondering what my friends would say if they had just heard that conversation or knew what I was planning to do next. I held the bottle up to the light and eyed the shadow line of cocaine inside. I twisted the black cap, tapped a line out onto the edge of my hand and snorted - and repeated. Garrett was right. Walking up the sidewalk I was nervous as hell, but as I looked, I could see the guy on the corner was not just slumped over. He was scanning the folks on the street, both sides, coming and going, far more aware of what was going on than I suspect anyone else was. I palmed the brown bottle in my pocket and eased out the $10. I paused then paced my approach to try to ensure I timed it when I saw no one else coming the opposite way. I stopped to his right, asked if he remembered me, and before he could answer I flashed the $10 and asked if he had a minute. Well it was barely a minute later before I found myself pressed into a corner between an overgrown part of a yard and high, brick wall and the corners of an old carriage house and run down apartment building. The homeless guy had dropped his pants, grabbed my shoulders, and rape fucked my ass dry, rough, and exactly how I needed it. The only thing he said was, “Shhh,” when I grunted a little loud. His dick was nice and long and not as thick as Garrett’s. I could literally feel it when he shot in me and then he pulled out, stepped back, wiped his dribbling dick head on the inside of his pants, and walked back out of the alley. I pulled my shorts up and looked left and right as I came out. At the corner a now familiar voice asked, “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” I smiled and replied, “Not today Sir, but maybe tomorrow.” Back at Garrett’s house I could not help but jack my dick, thinking about the homeless dick that had just nutted in me. I was leaning back on the couch, jacking hard, my eyes closed when I heard the back door and voices. I quit what I was doing, yanked my shorts up, and went to the kitchen, all the while willing my still hard dick to soften. Garrett eyed me, smiled, nodded clearly knowing I had been successful, then introduced me to his guests. “Guys. This is my new friend I was telling you about. He just moved to DC and who will be one of the featured bottoms in the Speed Breeding area at Friday’s party.” The younger guy looked to be about 19 or 20, clean shaven, very preppy looking. The older guy was much taller, with twisted braids and a part in the middle, mustache, with an extra large white/tan plaid shirt on and looked totally like the tall dude from the group Bone Thugs N Harmony. “You two go into the living room and give us a minute. We’ve got a few things to discuss,” Garrett said. In the living room the younger guy pointed at one of the bottles of cocaine on the table, “May I?” he asked. A big snort later and he held out his hand, “Call me Kip. My mom was a fan of Rudyard Kipling - you know the author?” That was the extent of our conversation. We just didn’t click - at all. The tall man walked in, looked at Kip, “Ain’t you got someplace to be youngin?” he asked. Kip scrambled like Godzilla was on the loose. The tall man walked over, sat down on the couch beside me, his arms across the top, his legs splayed wide like he fucking owned the place. “Yo, set me up for some of the powder. My man’s always got the primo shit.” I opened the brown bottle and flinched as he set his hand between my shoulder blades then, “HMMMed,” as he ran his fingers down my spine to where my crack was peeking out the top of my shorts. He leaned forward, cleared 4 lines, then motioned for me to lay out more. I did, then he motioned for me to snort them. I did. “Suck my motha-fuckin dick!” the tall man ordered. I looked towards the kitchen to see where Garrett was. SMACK! The tall man cuffed my head. “Why you not doing what I say? Huh? I said suck it.” I got on the floor between his knees, unzipped his pants, he raised his hips off the couch and let me slide his pants down around his ankles, then I inhaled the sweat from his balls and started to spit up his shaft. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t moan. Nothing. I was afraid to stop. “Bend the fuck over!” he said. I stood up. There was really no place to bend over so I edged a bit further down the couch. He stood up, kicking the coffee table back, making room for his massive mandingo dick. He ran his fingers down my spine again, found my hole, jammed three in deep as he could, scratched it up, pulled them out, grabbed my hips and slammed his dick home. Even full of homeless cum it hurt. “I ONLY FUCK WHORES - YOU A WHORE? YEAH YOU MUST BE. I SMELL THAT SOME DIRTY NICCA’S BEEN UP ON YOU. SMELL THAT PUSSY FULL OF DIRTY NICCA NUTT. YEAH MY MAN WAS RIGHT. THAT PUSSY MADE FOR A DICK LIKE MINE. YOU JUST LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS CLIMB UP IN THAT SHIT AND NUTT? EVEN WITH AIDS AND ALL THAT? YOU EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TOMORROW THEN. A TOTAL BUSSY WITH NO SELF RESPECT WHO WILL LET A WHOLE GROUP OF DIRTY NICCA USE THAT TWEAKER ASS. BUT DON’T WORRY. C.O.’S GOT YOU.” I was using some of the paper towels from my short’s pocket to wipe the chunks of spooge off the back my thigh when Garrett walked in smiling. “See - I knew you two would get along.” Turning to me he said, “Look. I know you didn’t say it, but clearly things are fucked up where you’re staying at. Look around. I got space. You’re welcome to stay here. Really. You’d even be doing me a favor as I would appreciate someone who could help run errands and clean and stuff. No. No. I’m not asking for rent. I know you don’t have a job yet. That’s what I’m saying. You can work for me. Hell you should see my office upstairs. Trust me I need the help. Even better, you can have the basement apartment. Come and go as you please, but of course I hope you know I do enjoy fucking that ass so while not required for this to work…” The tall man coughed, swallowed the cocaine drip, “Fuck he’ll take it. Can we get on now?” Garrett laughed, “You have not been formally introduced, but this is C.O. - he grew up in Cleveland, Ohio - so C.O.” Another snort and swallow from the tall man. “C.O. will drive you to your friends’ house right now. You can pick up your things and by the time you get back the ribs should be ready and then we can get you set up. How’s that sound?” I looked at Garret with total appreciation, thanks, and a silent promise to let him breed my ass all fucking night long. “How’s that bussy feel?” C.O. asked as we drove the dozen blocks or so to my friends’ house. I looked at C.O as he flicked the ash from his cigarette out the cracked window on the driver’s side. I eyed his tall, rugged form, leaning back in the driver’s seat and imagined him fucking me again as I stared at his crotch area. “Eyes up here whore - eyes up here! He chuckled. “Now which fucking place is it?” Cars behind us were honking as C.O. slowly made his way down the one-way street and double parked close to the townhouse I pointed too. He flipped off the car behind us when he got out, sauntered over to the sidewalk, tossed his still lit cigarette into the bushes, ambled down the steps and banged on the door to the basement unit. Yeah my friends lived in a fucking basement unit. It was nice, really nice, in a huge townhouse in one of the best neighborhoods, but it was still the God damn basement. Fucking uppity queens! They acted like they lived in Buckingham Palace for Christ’s sake! We could hear someone on the other side of the door and C.O. yelled, “OPEN THE FUCK UP! YO BOY’S HERE TO GET HIS SHIT!” He then turned to me with an utter look of confusion like he couldn’t understand why two uptight white dudes would not open their door for him. I stepped up, looked at the peephole and said, “It’s me. I just came to get some things.” The chain eased back, the deadbolt turned, the door opened just a crack so my friends could see it was me. C.O. pushed past me and in a few hectic, loud, chaotic minutes I explained I was moving out, that this was a friend, no I was not being robbed, no they were not being robbed, that yes I was OK, thanks for all they had done, OK see you later. Bye. The car was set into park as C.O. pulled up in front of Garrett’s house. He looked at me and said, “Yo. My man’s good people. He helps folks out. I don’t know you, but trust - if you fuck him over I will hunt you the fuck down. We clear?” I nodded. C.O. smiled, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” I gave C.O. a dismissive grunt, pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and slammed it. I walked up the steps, turned, and saw the rough thug glaring at me from the driver’s side window. I forked my fingers on my right hand, pointed at my face and said, “EYES UP HERE FUCKER. AND DON’T BE LATE TOMORROW. IF YOU WANT THIS BUSSY, YOU BEST BE ON TIME.” C.O.’s chuckle echoed between the brick walls as I made my way inside my new home. Tomorrow would be another day of training, preparing me for the Speed Breeding that would happen Friday. I couldn’t fucking wait! Stay tuned for part 3. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

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